ffxv_kinkmeme | Prompt Post

Welcome to Round Two of the FFXV Kink Meme!

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ROUND TWO IS NOW CLOSED FOR PROMPTS!

Go ahead and keep on filling away, we will open up round three for prompts at 0000 EST, Saturday April 22, 2017.

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The familiarity of Noctis’ apartment settles over him like a well-loved jacket, safe and comfortable. He collapses back on the couch his entire body aching like he'd thrown himself down a rocky hill. The long hot shower he'd taken was enough to soothe away most of the ache in his muscles, but some of it is persistent lingering under his skin with a promise that he'd be feeling it even worse in the morning. He rubbed at the soreness on his shoulders and tried to relax, maybe even get a nap in. Too much had happened and even though his body was thoroughly worn out and ready for a quick catnap his mind was still wide awake and mulling over everything that had happened.

The arch still stood on the table, a monument to the impossible suddenly becoming possible, and it gleams in the light from the windows sending streams of color out across the apartment from where the light hits the foil. He stares at it as droplets of water drip down from his hair into his shirt soaking through the fabric. He picks at the worn edges of his wristband a loose thread unraveling between the pads of his fingers. Noctis likes him, like really likes him and under normal circumstances that would be more than enough to floor him. It’s more than he’s ever been able to bring himself to wish for.

The bathroom door swings open sending a wave of wet heat out to flood the room. His breath turned to lead in his lungs as Noctis closes in on him, shirtless and dripping wet, as soon as the door shuts behind him. He's caged in, trapped by a weight in his chest that might as well be a black hole for how it sucks him in as Noctis leans over him and straddles him. He leans in so closely that both of their senses are overwhelmed by the blue of each other’s eyes and their scents intermingling with clean skin and the scent of Noctis’ expensive soap. His body is still damp from the shower, water dripping from his hair landing with little splashes on his skin and sinking into his borrowed shirt.

Prompto's heart jumps and runs inside his chest, a startled chocobo pursued by a predator as Noctis bares gleaming teeth in a smile that sends heat and ice to war in the depths of his belly. Part of him wants to push Noctis off of him, not to get away, but because he knows that if he were to run now he wouldn’t get away, Noctis would chase after him and the throb of want that goes through him is almost painful. He can’t move though; his arms are like ice frozen under the gentle press of Noctis’ hands as the alpha leans in moving agonizingly slow seeming trapped in time. He’s frozen until Noctis reaches nestles his head up against the side of Prompto's neck presses his nose up against the tender skin beneath his jaw and breaths in deep, his entire body shuddering.

Prompto's lips part in a soundless oh as the lightbulb in his brain turns on, the sudden realization of what Noctis is doing sends and embarrassed flush down his cheeks. He tilts his head to the side giving Noctis room to press up closer against him. The warm snuffling breaths and wet brush of fine hair against the sensitive skin of his throat sending sparks crackling down his spine like spider web cracks in glass. The birds returned to his chest as Noctis ran his hands down his arms spreading his fingers across his skin. The familiarity of the motions does little to calm the flush painting itself across his cheeks and creeping down his neck.

His mind blanked every sound, every sensation, every thought that isn't Noctis crumbles to ash at the wet heat that bloomed over his skin and the sharp sting in his neck as Noctis bit at his collar. His stomach tightened as his mouth parted in a soundless gasp as softness and heat soothed over the pain only to follow it up with another sting. His blood turned to fizz, light and bubbly, as the familiar motions of scenting were abandoned, Noctis' hands sliding under his shirt exploring his stomach with rough unrelenting pressure as he bit his way across his neck with alpha sharp teeth sending jolts of pain and pleasure sparking behind his closed eyes. Prompto's mouth went on without him, parting in broken cries of Noctis' name, little gasps, and drawn out moans that stole what little breath he could remember to breathe in.

Noctis' hands slipped out from under his shirt and over the planes of his shoulders gripping them like he could fall apart the second he let go. He pulled away from Prompto's neck lips shining swollen and slick, eyes blown wide and wanting sending lava crawling through Prompto's veins in unbearable heat. He was burning alive, not that he could say he really minded that, not when he couldn’t think past the growing haze in his mind. They surged together magnetically charged, arms and legs scrambling for purchase as chapped bitten lips met lips that were softer, less abused.

Kissing him was like that time he'd accidentally run into an electric fence on a school trip. He could feel that jolt that went through him, the almost painful but mostly thrilling thumping of his heart as tingling spread through his body from his lips down through to his chest and lower. Heat pooled in his stomach filling it like a cup and spilling over into his veins. Noctis tasted like magic, like he'd found a way to kiss light and life itself, and he wanted to drown in the sensation.

There's an innocent sort of viciousness to their kisses, a careless hunger that cries more, more, more as they press closer together. Their teeth find each other’s lips biting and pulling, coaxing moans and gasps out of each other the sounds and cries muffled by the press of their mouths swallowed up by each other. Their fingers tangle up in each other’s hair tugging mewling, desperately trying to get closer.

Noctis' hands release his shoulders and slide down his arms to stop at his wrists. His thumb slips beneath the wristband to press both thumbs into the skin of his wrists. Prompto gasps into his mouth and flinches away, the feeling of someone else touching his wrist sending a wave of wrongness crashing over him, the Iron Giants reforming in an instant like night had fallen again. His fingers tug at his wristband turning and pulling at it until it sits smoothly in the grooves it's made for itself on his wrist. He feels cold like the lava has frozen over and now there's stone in his veins jagged and cracked.

Noctis pulls away his flushed face quickly turning white as freshly fallen snow before the flush returns with a sudden vengeance. "My hand slipped!"

"Dude really?"

Oops sorry the above should read 3d

NICE *_*

Thank you.

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