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prompto argentum ⬤ final fantasy xv
residential district ⬤ level 2
moonblessing ⬤ iris

[ Not a guy, he says, and Prompto should have known that considering the couple of times they've sort of touched on the topic of sex and experience. Plus, Noct being Noct... yeah, it makes a lot of sense, and some part of him is excited to know that there's still a chance to have firsts with each other. Maybe not in the way it would have been if he'd shown up here without remembering Duplicity, but it's something, sinking into Noct's playfulness and wanting to return it. He should take some sort of satisfaction in that easy surrender too; yet, he really is too distracted by the heat of that mouth on his skin and the slide of his tongue, murmuring a rather nonsensical affirmative in response instead.

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. ]

[ Considering the ways things have been these past few months, and all they've already done under the influence of the moons and everything, there should be no reason to be nervous now. But it feels different, somehow. Maybe because of that lack of the moons, or because they're together here in his bed, the apartment he's lived in for almost a year now, which feels like its own kind of home. Or maybe it's because there are still new experiences to share left, not just a first for Noctis, but... A lot of firsts that would just be theirs. For all they've been friends for what feels like forever, and even all they've done here... there's still so much with Prompto he wants to know, and share, and experience together.

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. ]

Uh...

[ 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. ]

[ The answer is just the one Noctis was hoping for, but even as he's touched gently and pulled into a kiss, he's slow to close his eyes fully, choosing instead to fully enjoy the close-up view of Prompto like this, eyes closed and mouth open, the pretty fall of his light eyelashes and the flush of freckles that look even better when they aren't radiant and god-like, the way they'd been during iris.

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. ]

[ There's a sputtering sort of laugh at the comment, wiggling a bit under the attention like it's embarrassing him. It is, a little, but it's not enough to warrant wrestling Noct in an attempt to get free.

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. ]

[ When they were in school together, it took Noctis a while to open up. Honestly, he's still not great about talking about his feelings, but there's nobody he's comfortable with like he is with Prompto. That's why they became friends, after all. No matter how much they might tease or try to embarrass one another, when it comes down to the important things, they both know it's a judgement-free zone. It's how he can meet Prompto's eyes without looking away, even as his face stays warm just thinking about what they've already done in bed together, and what they haven't, and what they could. That Prompto likes using his mouth isn't exactly a surprise; it sure explains why he's so good at it. But he really doesn't care about the rest of it? Is that normal, not to have a preference? Noctis has no idea. He hums thoughtfully, brushing his lips against Prompto's and kissing him as he thinks about it.

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.

[ If they're being honest, then Prompto should have immediately followed with something about how Noct had been his first real friend. Still is, in fact, and even though he'd gotten closer to Ignis and Gladio, had made friends no matter where he'd gone, nothing would change that for him. There are things they'd experienced together and lived through, things that had forged their friendship with blood, sweat, and tears—not because of destiny or through the will of the astrals. Those are the things they have, and really, Prompto can't wait to intertwine it with the possibility of more, even if his own secrets are carved like scars into the pieces of his heart.

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?

[ Doing is always way better than talking, where Noctis is concerned. Yeah, sometimes it's necessary to get through misunderstandings or whatever, to apologize or comfort, but he's happiest just existing with his friends, playing video games or King's Knight or cards, or even listening to them talk about the scenery or supplies or history stories or whatever while he falls asleep in the car. Sex is turning out to be kind of like that. Talking about it feels good, it's reassuring for both of them, but in the end, it doesn't really matter what they do. Just being with Prompto is enough. Somehow that's the hardest thing to talk about. Even talking about trying out kinks is easier. ]

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. ]

[ Does Noct see him rolling his eyes a little? Because that's exactly what he's doing even as he grins at him, nodding as if he needs more confirmation. ]

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. ]

[ Wait, there's a "usual way" to 69? Shit. ]

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. ]

[ Oh, he's already way ahead of him there. ]

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.

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.

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. ]

[ As hot as Prompto is when he's turned on or in the throes or whatever, his laugh means way more to Noctis, and Noct chuckles reflexively at the bad joke, happy they can share ~~a brain~~ stupid 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. ]

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