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burstmodes) wrote2019-12-19 08:48 am
burstmodes) wrote2019-12-19 08:48 am
burstmodes) wrote2019-12-19 08:48 am
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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. ]