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burstmodes) wrote2019-12-19 08:48 am
burstmodes) wrote2019-12-19 08:48 am
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But isn't that how it always is with him?
At least Noct would expect it, and at least he's far past the moments where he might have tried to lean back and accidentally butted him in the nose with his head. Those instances are long gone, a Prompto that no longer exists here, and quietly, he huffs out a similar noise along the curve of his throat, kissing a light path up beneath his chin before their lips are grazing and their noses are touching. This time, the sound he makes is almost thoughtful, fingers gently combing through the mess he's made of Noct's hair. ]
You really wanna know? [ It's hushed, like he expects an answer but moves on before Noct can say anything. ] Like... all sorts of stuff. Just us. Kissing you or holding your hand, but there's the not so PG version too. [ Most of it doesn't make any sense, not when he's not good with sorting his thoughts into any particular order and they just fall out of him. ] I think about the way you taste and how you feel when you fuck me, and I wonder if, maybe, you'd want to switch just so I could make you feel the same.
[ His entire face ignites then, ducking to bury it in Noct's shoulder, and yeah... that kind of disrupts the whole kissing thing for a while. But Prompto's hands stroke down to finger beneath the collar of Noct's shirt as he thinks it over. If he can't be honest with him, then what? That'd defeat the purpose of all of this, and as much as he wants to just make out with Noct and not think about anything else, he figures now is a good time to bring up his only hesitation as casually as possible. ]
You know, things like that. And that I don't want it to mess up what we've got 'cause you're my best friend first.
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Although hearing Prompto really actually talk about being fucked, or the other way around, still feels a little dizzying and surreal. Mostly hot, though. Really, really hot, and it's too bad Prompto's face is immediately landing in his shoulder, because Noctis would've really liked to kiss him. He huffs a breath laugh instead. ]
Prompto, nothing could stop you from being my friend.
[ It's probably not true, and something Noctis has worried about, too. About whatever secret thing Prompto isn't telling him. About this sex stuff screwing the normal things up between them, making it weird just to hang out. It's sure as hell made things more complicated already between them. But they're still friends, aren't they? They have to be. What they have is too good to lose. Prompto is too important. Whatever Noctis has to do, or not do, to keep him as his best friend, he'll fight to make that happen. It's something he's never even had to think about. Not for years, since Prompto cemented himself fully, wonderfully, into his life.
This kind of stuff isn't something Noctis has spent years thinking about, though. Not in any kind of non-porn, realistic way. His hands are still smooth and steady in their exploration of Prompto's waist and back, testing the flat of his palms and the tease of his fingers, what and where and how to make Prompto melt against him or shiver. It's entertaining enough all by itself, but the ideas Prompto put in his head are, yeah, pretty distracting. ]
I kind of feel like I'm not as good at that? I mean, I haven't...
[ Been on the receiving end a lot. Yeah, Noct's not going to go into the details of his sexual history out loud, because he's feeling warm and choked just thinking about trying to finish that sentence, but let's just say, it wouldn't be a lengthy conversation, even if he did. Most of what he's done was with Luna, after all, and she was... Well, things are different, with girls. Obviously. There's no conversations like this one, for instance. But that doesn't mean Noctis isn't willing, and he did just say nothing would change anything between them, didn't he? The least he can do is return some of that trust, which is what gives Noctis the brass to admit. ]
I kind of feel like I'm not that good at a lot of things.
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And for a moment, he decides not to answer right away. Instead, he nudges closer and turns his head to graze his lips against his cheek as their legs tangle together, and this... he'd never trade any of this for anything. Even if Noct refused to accept how he felt because of the things that had transpired between them before, the things he can't remember, or because of the months they'd spent getting closer that Noct has no recollection of, it won't change the memories he's made. He's not crazy, and the fact that Noct is there, has asked him to move in and pick up their lives like he'd never left – it means more than Prompto can ever say.
Softly, he hums, some breathy sort of thing to mostly make noise (because he definitely thinks it's way too quiet in Noct's room). ]
I wasn't always good at stuff like that, you know. Maybe I'm not that good at it now. [ There's an awkward shrug with the way he's laying, rolling his head back to drop it against the bunch of the blankets so he can look at him. ] But it doesn't mean it isn't fun to try. I could tell you stories, dude, that you'd probably laugh at.
[ Which is cue for him to snicker a little apparently, thinking back to how awkward he'd been. Of course, there'd been that pressure to ignore all feeling and just make a quota in the beginning, and... damn. How could he have forgotten how good it was just to talk to Noct about anything and everything? These are the things he should be sharing with him regardless of content, regardless of whether or not they do anything more than what they've been doing, but he also can't forget this is probably the first time they've kissed like this without anything in the middle of it too. ]
D'you think... [ A pause, and he exhales the second he leans into him. ] We can just go slow. If you want? I still owe you another date anyway, and it's not like I don't like the stuff we've done already.
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Even though time is a thing and slow is an option, though, Noctis tilts his head. He nuzzles his mouth up under Prompto's chin and his hands slide over Prompto's sides gently, all natural, thoughtless motions, and that's nice, too. Firming his hands a little on Prompto's waist, though, he rolls him over, pushing Prompto gently to his back and leaning over him, far enough away again that he can meet his eyes and read his expression before a more carefully formed answer leaves his mouth. ]
How about instead of slow, we do the opposite?
[ That's a stupid idea, but Noctis is kind of king of those. Really, he just wants as little attention brought on himself as possible. The only way to get good at something is to practice. And as much as he doesn't want to think about who else Prompto might've practiced with... Some of it was with himself. That had to count for something, didn't it? If Prompto is willing, and Noctis wants too to, then what's the problem? Why not dive right into the deep end This'll end fine. With airy bravado in an attempt to mask how fast his heart is racing, Noctis teases. ]
Teach me what you like, and then I'll get even better than you at it.
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He drops his head against the mattress, looking up at him. ]
You know it's not a game, right? Like, you don't have to be better. [ Why is he even saying this? His brain's being stupid again. ] But... I kinda like a lot of stuff. Um.
[ He has to let his thoughts catch up, so he reaches to tangle his fingers in Noct's shirt and drags him down for another kiss. In this position, he can part his legs and welcome Noct between them, lightly hook a leg around Noct's calf to hold him there as he licks his way into his mouth and makes another noncommittal sound that shows his appreciation. Prompto knows he's trying to deflect – really, it's kind of funny how he absolutely hates having the spotlight on him but endearing at the same time – and any other time, he wouldn't have let him get away with it so bluntly. But he still wants to soak up all this closeness, nipping at Noct's bottom lip and teasing him with his tongue. His palm flattens against his chest. ]
You ever go down on anybody?
[ It's said surprisingly steady despite the way his own pulse is pounding in his ears, more excitement than nerves. ]
sorry for the delay ;;
The question makes him freeze up a little at the bluntness of it, and Noct's eyes drop to the hand pressed against his chest. No escape, huh? ]
Not, uh... Not a guy.
[ That's a good enough answer, right? And he doesn't need to ask the question back. He already knows what Prompto's mouth feels like on him, and just how good he is at using it. That experience had to come from somewhere, and Noctis tries not to feel jealous about it. For all he knows, he could be jealous of himself. That's pretty stupid, right? Leaning back, he catches Prompto's wrist and brings his hands up to his mouth, out of the way, kissing his fingers and palm gently as he explains. ]
I was kidding, by the way. I know it's not a game. And there's no way I'll ever be better than you.
[ He grins as he licks the v between Prompto's fingers (hopefully that's enough of a distraction that he won't leave too much room for argument), and then brings his hand down between them, to the fly of his own pants. Ignoring the tightness in his throat, he asks steadily. ]
So are you gonna show me, or should I just try whatever on you until I find out what works?
it's all good โฅ๏ธ
Does he even have any idea how hot he is right now? ]
There's not really, uh – [ He squirms a little, twisting his hand so he can grip Noct's wrist and give it a squeeze before holding it still. This way, it's a lot easier to push his hips into it. ] You can just try whatever and see what works. [ A pause. ] No teeth though. It's totally not sexy.
[ Which makes him laugh because... yeah, he has no idea who would ever think that. Maybe if they were into some really kinky stuff, and as much as Prompto might like it a little rough sometimes, he doesn't want anyone biting him there. That'd be the fastest way to kill the mood, dropping his hand away to let his fingers skirt under the hem of Noct's shirt and touch skin. He's so warm, which is partly the chroma and partly just him, and Prompto pushes up onto an elbow, eyes focused as he stares directly at Noct. Would it be weird to tell him he's pretty? Handsome, sure, but there's just something about the dark fall of his hair that Prompto finds incredibly attractive. That he's hinting at going down on him probably adds to it too, but he can't really get his brain to think beyond the moment. ]
Kiss me first. [ It's caught between a command and a question, tipping his head so their noses brush. ] That's kinda my first favorite thing anyway.
[ If they're going to start being honest about stuff. ]
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He chuckles at the advice to skip the teeth, which he'd figured, but it's good to hear what he'd be interested in isn't that far from what Prompto's gotten into in their time apart. ]
Got it.
[ He answers softly, content to let Prompto lead, including keeping his hand right where it is, kneading his palm down into the lift of Prompto's hips, and it's impossible to say if the shiver of pleasure he feels is just from that motion, or the press of Prompto's fingers against his skin under his shirt, or the demand to be kissed, because all of it is really sexy so. All of it. Noct'll just go with that. He wets his lips and tastes Prompto's mouth in the process before he even closes that small space between them to kiss him, way too gently. ]
Yeah? I like it a lot, too.
[ Is that unusual? Are there people who don't like to be kissed? Maybe it's weird to like to more than having their mouths' somewhere lower, but Noctis can get it. It feels more intimate, almost, while giving up less. He likes kissing a lot for that reason, too. His free hand guides Prompto by his neck into light kisses at first, closed-mouthed and soft so he has room to answer, and ask, not so much coyly as leading. ]
How do you like to be kissed?
[ Not like he couldn't figure it out by doing, and had before, to an extent. But it's more fun to have Prompto tell and show him than just work it out for himself. And that's the point of all this, isn't it? A little slice of honesty, and fun, and low stakes, for once, instead of the way it always felt before in this place. ]
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[ It's a question he doesn't expect, more focused on filing the little details and nuances about Noct away for later, and for some reason, he feels himself start to blush just enough to really burn through his cheeks and the tips of his ears. He'd never been asked so directly before about the things he likes, not like this anyway, and he's caught for a moment, hesitation clear in the way he bites at the inside of his cheek. This is a whole lot more than doing something to help each other because of the moons or whatever else, which also gives him pause because he should – absolutely should – be honest with him right now. Tell him how he feels and accept the consequences as they might be, but — ]
Maybe I should just show you that too. [ An easier answer than some other honesty, and he drops his hand away to reach up and lightly sweep his fingers over the fine curve of Noct's cheekbone. ] Come here.
[ A gentle thing, and their lips touch softly, nuzzling into him as he curls his arm around those shoulders to hold him close. Something about it reminds him of their time in that diner, how sweet it had been despite all the awkwardness on his part, and it's a reminder that he owes Noct a date, that they're trying this sort of thing while not entirely committing. Or maybe it's some latent fear on Prompto's part that keeps him from diving head-first the way he usually would any other time, thoughts partially focused on all that time he'd been without him and the agony of not speaking for so long after. Maybe it's the underlying desperation that has him pushing for whatever Noct will give without needing some sort of explanation, and when he opens his mouth to kiss him a little deeper, he sighs into it.
His fingers fan against the back of Noct's head, dipping into those dark strands to curl lightly, and he gives a teasing sort of pull, licking at the bottom curve of a lip to silently ask for more. Prompto's certain he could kiss him for hours and never get tired of it. There's no urgency to it, nothing sloppy or guided by the strong pull of desire. It's sweet and teasing, like something stolen that they can never afford to pay back, and he clings to him, the kiss falling to the edge of his chin, his jaw, his ear. Prompto feels the sweep of his own breath as he kisses Noct's neck, murmuring his name under his breath—a delicate prayer he hopes he understands. ]
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The kiss is sweet but devoted. It's the way Prompto always starts out kissing him, Noctis feels like, and it's different from anybody else, but perfect for him. He can't help wondering if Prompto kisses everybody like this, if their first kiss in Duplicity had been easy like this or a stupidly awkward clashing of teeth and foreheads, and it's a little sad to feel like he missed out on it. There's a lot of Prompto's life he's missed, though. That's nothing new. The melancholy that comes with it is just a shadow washed out by the brightness of Prompto's warmth, never fully gone, but a small, distant darkness, easy enough to ignore.
His hands trace Prompto's ribs and waist over his clothes, curves that more and more are becoming familiar, and that knowledge brings its own satisfaction to the gradually deepening kiss. He doesn't pull for more, just holds Prompto close and is content to kiss him, just like this, deeply and stirring and warm, but lazy, warm-hearted but playful. That might just be Noct's favorite way to kiss, too.
When Prompto's lips fall to his jaw, though, Noctis' breath goes fluttery. He feels as much as hears the whisper of Prompto saying his name against his neck, and Noctis may not understand the request beyond a simple neediness, but he likes hearing it, all the same. He nuzzles his face down to catch Prompto's mouth in a kiss again, still devoted and deep, but a little more demanding as his hands push Prompto's waist instead of pulling, and he leans over him, gently pressing him down into the bed. ]
You're a good teacher.
[ He compliments with soft kisses to the corner of Prompto's mouth, his jaw and his neck, nuzzling against his ear in a vague mimic of what Prompto had done to him a few moments before. ]
Do you like giving or receiving more?
[ He means the neck-kissing, but he also means a lot more than neck kisses, since there'd been a lot of other talking about things before the kissing started, and he can't help those ideas still floating around in his head. ]
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And of course the following question causes him to heat up a lot faster, feeling it in his gut this time. That's not something they've ever really talked about before, only vague illusions, and besides, the few times they'd come together, it had been Prompto bottoming—both out of want and ease. He's got more experience there anyway, he thinks, and that had been the natural course of things with them. But it's not as if he has an actual preference, huffing out a quiet breath before squeezing his eyes shut and swallowing around the words that immediately fall to the tip of his tongue. What's the worst that's going to happen if he admits those things to Noct anyway? He's his best friend; there are things that you should be allowed to be completely open about, even if they've done things together already. ]
Why – are you taking notes? [ His tease fades into a light hum. ] I guess... both are pretty cool. But I like using my mouth a lot, so probably giving a little more when it comes to that kinda thing. [ He shifts just enough that he can lazily hook his calf around Noct's, pinning them together. ] And the other stuff — [ A roll of his head, and he looks at him, pressing up so their noses brush. ] It doesn't matter to me either way.
...What do you like doing? [ Might as well just go there because as much time as he's had with Noct in any sort of sexual capacity, they've never actually done this before. ] I mean, is there anything you've thought about trying out?
[ It's not like Prompto's got a list, but he's always open to testing the waters with different things. After all, he'd spent over a year in a city where sex was on every corner and in literally everything he saw; curiosity could only last so long before it got to be too much. And briefly, he wonders if he should tell him about the time he'd tried some stuff that ended in a huge fail, mostly him laughing over it with his partner because neither of them could get into it. Yet... he doubts that would be lending to the mood, craving more of this closeness and more of Noct's secrets.
Prompto would give Noct his own if he asked, but he isn't so sure Noct would, a blessing and curse considering how many he has tucked away. ]
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Really, it's not something he thinks about much, outside of cordis when his imagination goes a little wild. And is that really his preference, or just the influence of the moon? If he were iris, would he like bottoming more? Or prefer things rougher if he were sanguis? Would Prompto? It's hard to say. But, the way things are... ]
I really want to try going down on you.
[ Maybe that's a cop out considering they'd already talked about it, but that doesn't make it less true. He nudges up Prompto's chin with his nose to kiss his neck again, where it's even easier to whisper potentially embarrassing truths against his warm skin. ]
I like being inside of you, and feeling you come. We can switch, sometime, though. I think pretty much anything with you would be fun, Prompto.
[ He kisses down Prompto's collar, and when his lips brush his shirt, his hands slide up beneath it, sliding it up his waist, feeling over his stomach and chest. Noct leans back again as he tugs it up even more, urging him to help take it off. He admits, as casually as he can, considering what they're talking about it and how complicated their histories are. ]
I want to be your first something, too.
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But the longer he holds onto all of these thoughts, the harder it is to get them to come to the forefront, especially when Noct starts talking about sex. It's a guaranteed topic of conversation to derail even the stupidest line of thinking, and he's swallowed up by it and trying to get his shirt over his head without really moving too much. ]
Okay. [ It rushes out of him in a soft breath, reaching up to drag Noct down so he can kiss him once he's shirtless. ] I mean, we can do whatever you wanna do. I think it'd be fun too.
[ Not that he's ever had any problem following Noct's lead when it came to anything, even less than smart ideas. Their teenage days are proof of that, and even the weeks they'd spent traveling around Eos hold true to the fact they do a lot of stupid things in the name of simply doing them. But on another level, it makes him ache for all the things they had missed together, and Prompto's determined to make it up to him somehow. ]
You're a lot of firsts for me, Noct. But I guess you mean this sort of stuff, huh? [ A pause to think, and his fingers slip right back under his friend's shirt to help insinuate what he means. ] There are plenty of things I haven't tried, so I guess we'll just have to figure it out. Oh –
[ It's like he has a moment of clarity, and since he'd literally just mentioned going down on him and can't seem to stop himself from asking it... ]
You ever try doing it at the same time? You going down on somebody while someone goes down on you?
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So a 69? ...Nice.
[ Look, he couldn't not make that joke. But he apologizes for it with another smirking kiss right after, and a more honest answer after that while his hands trace over Prompto's chest and nipples and sides, and all that newly-bared, freckled skin. ]
No. Can't say that I have.
[ Definitely not. Spoilers: aside from the whole moonblessing thing, everything he's done up until now has been incredibly vanilla. Probably because of the whole "let's not talk about it" thing, along with being just grateful to be close to the people he cares about at all, in any way he could. He'd meant it when he said anything with Prompto sounds fun, though. And he's supposed to be learning how to give good head, and also Prompto said he likes to use his mouth, so... 69ing it sounds kind of perfect. What could go wrong? He leans back just enough to get his own shirt pulled forward over his head, an action that will always make him feel self-conscious, but he's way more willing to do it that he used to be. Still, the shirt's barely pulled aside before he's leaning back in to kiss Prompto again, distracting and wonderfully breathless before he asks gently. ]
So, how do we start?
[ Because Prompto wouldn't have asked if he didn't want to, right? But for all the 69 jokes, Noctis has never actually thought through it before. Like, is there a way to do it that isn't awkward? Because Noct sure as hell can't picture it. His meager porn search history never went in that direction. ]
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Yeah, exactly that. [ Just wait. The jokes will roll when he doesn't feel incredibly nervous(?) for some reason. Can he even say it's nerves? ] Um... The usual way? Unless you wanna do this half-dressed.
[ Meaning they should probably get naked first, his own hesitations present in the way he settles his hand at Noct's hip for a moment. He wants... Well, there are a lot of things he wants with Noct. Mostly, he wishes he had his camera within arm's reach to help map all that skin on display for him, the lines of his chest and shoulders and throat that he's already so painfully familiar with, and he curls his arm around him, fingers fanning down his back as he kisses him somewhat thoughtfully. For some reason, he's not exactly thinking about the mechanics of it so much as how embarrassing it's going to be if one of them comes way before the other, and yeah, maybe that's his own hangup in this situation. But it's still something to think about, humming as he decides to fight Noct for control and roll them over.
Knees spread to straddle him, Prompto helps it along by reaching down to unbutton his own pants, letting the zipper slide free before his fingers are skirting just shy of Noct's navel. ]
But I gotta wonder – you sure you don't want to stick with the original plan? [ A tilt of his head, and he looks directly at Noct despite the flush blazing across his face. ] You could fuck me after.
[ That's not to say he's complaining, and honestly, he still can't figure out how they'd moved from a conversation about him staying to them doing other things. There's a lot of gray area in all of this, something that Prompto is just trying to get a feel for and navigate, because as much as he knows his best friend, there are still some things he isn't exactly certain about. Maybe just fooling around would be better for now, though the thought's already in his head about how Noct would feel with only them—no moons, no outside force compelling their actions. Almost like their first time all over again. It gets him hotter much faster than anything, and he ducks down to kiss at his collarbone, licking a teasing stripe across his chest. ]
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The usual way. Right. That's fine.
[ Noctis has no idea what that is. But, he's going with it. Naked first, he got that much from what Prompto said. His hands are already on Prompto's warm, smooth skin right now, though, and Noctis isn't in a rush to put them anywhere else. He lets his fingers wander over Prompto's ribs and back, and he's only just made it around to Prompto's hips by the time Prompto is pushing Noctis back and flipping their positions.
Is... that the usual way? For Prompto to be on top? Wait, is there even a "top" in a 69 when they're both doing the same thing? Noctis' hands have a better idea of what's going on than his brain right now. As soon as Prompto's fly is open, Noct's hands are already sliding down his hips, pushing under the waist of his jeans to help slide them down. Meanwhile his head is busy trying to process what Prompto just said. You could fuck me after. Noct's mouth drops open, throat going dry. Yeah, he... really wants that? Wait, but why is the plan changing? He meets Prompto's eyes, trying to figure out what he's thinking just by looking at him long enough. Is he changing his mind? Regretting the offer? Or is he just worried because it's something he's never done before? It's not like Noctis has done it either, so there's nothing he even needs to worry about...
Noctis cups Prompto's face and holds him there as he leans up and kisses him, because at least he knows that part for sure. But he knows all of this for sure, doesn't he? He knows his feelings for Prompto aren't going to change, and Prompto's already promised to be there for him, no matter what. If this all goes downhill, they can laugh about it instead of getting upset, right? It's just sex. They've been through so much worse than anything they could ever do to each other in bed. So, after a few more long kisses, Noctis drops back onto his back and tugs Prompto's thighs up a little higher on his waist as he opens and kicks off his own pants. Through a tight throat, he offers steadily. ]
How about we try this, and if it sucks, we go back to something we're both good at?
[ Make the "we suck" joke, Prompto. You know you want to. ]
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We're both gonna suck either way. [ Punctuated with a wink, he's laughing into the next kiss they share. ] Sounds like a deal to me though. Hang on, I've gotta —
[ Well, it's not quite obvious what he has to do until he's doing it, squirming around so that they're both mostly naked by the time he leans to look at Noct. What's the easiest way to do this? Positions during sex aside from the two very obvious choices were always kind of awkward, and he feels that pressure now before an idea comes to him, giving Noct one last kiss on the mouth before he shifts and turns onto his side for real so his head is nearly between his legs. Talking like this isn't going to be super productive, so they'll just have to go by touch, and Prompto is the first to move, stretching out and using a hand to grasp at Noct's hips to bring him a little closer. He doesn't go straight for anything though, turning his head to nuzzle along a thigh and press an open-mouthed kiss to his skin like he's acquainting himself. He's warm, a niceness to it that he'd never gotten to appreciate before with all the urgency behind everything they'd done, and with another kiss, his hands eventually move too.ย
What's the point about thinking about anything else? He'll move if Noct needs him to, but otherwise, he's already got his eyes closed and his fingers around Noct's cock, simply holding him firmly as his mouth explores what it can reach. He bears his weight into the shoulder resting on the bed, stretching forward as he kisses the tip and hums under his breath in approval. Really, he's never done this before because he doesn't know how intensely it's going to feel to have someone else's mouth on him while he's got his on them, and that it's Noct – A shiver runs down his spine, his own hips shifting, and for just a moment, he pauses to let all of that wash over him, not wanting to distract Noct too much from experimenting.ย
But wait. Should he try to offer some advice? ]
...Just, uh, go with what feels right. [ Yeah, that's it. Totally sound words of wisdom. ]
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a brainstupid humor together. Just... happy in general, actually. If he can give Prompto back even a little bit of how good Prompto makes him feel, then Noctis will be satisfied. There's nobody who deserves to smile more.The "I've gotta" doesn't really clarify anything, but Noctis helps where he can, because "I've gotta" turns out to mean "get us naked," and Noctis is really eager to help with that part, mostly in anticipation of the part that comes after. Between talking about sex positions, giving head and fucking, plus helping Prompto strip out of his clothes and revealing all of that pretty body beneath, Noctis is practically fully hard by the time Prompto's rolling onto his side, putting his head between his thighs and kissing his— Yeah, that's all it takes to get Noctis the rest of the way there with a shuddering sigh.
Distracted away from the whole point of "you do me, I do you," Noctis leans up on his arm to watch Prompto work and admire how good he looks right now in a way he can't when they're kissing, his blonde head bent, pink mouth open like that. Noct's free hand absently stroking over Prompto's side, over his stomach, to cradling his cock almost the way he teases himself into getting going. So, this is the usual way? It makes way more sense than what Noctis was picturing. The bed's good support for both of them, and he can still rock his hips forward, a little, despite already being close, just to encourage everything Prompto's already doing with his lips and his hands. Easy enough, and it feels as good like this as Prompto's mouth on him always does. Maybe more now that he knows Prompto likes doing it.
It feels really good, considering Noctis really wants a lot more of Prompto's mouth that he's getting, but that need translates to confidence that has Noctis licking his lips and leaning back down as he guides Prompto's legs with firm hands to part for him. He nuzzles his cock, and that's a weird, new feeling that has Noct's heart racing, but definitely not a bad one. Warm and silky-soft. He kisses along the shaft just like he'd kiss anywhere else on him, and uses tongue when he gets to the head, and the taste is different but not completely unexpected, considering he has a dick of his own and has gone down on Luna before, when she was in Lunatia and they lived together. Going down on somebody, easy enough. Even easier, actually, with the distraction of Prompto's mouth to help, but the question has him huffing, because he knows it's not going to stay this easy. ]
Breathing feels right.
[ Noct answers between squeezing strokes and shallow kisses, because that's the part he's mostly worried about. ]