Prompto leans down and licks a stripe up his dick. Noctis makes a truly embarrassing noise, his head dropping back against his pillow. From this angle he can see the clench of Prompto's slit, slick dribbling down onto Noctis's chin. Noctis kisses his folds, spreads Prompto's slick back and forth with his tongue and fingers as Prompto's mouth works warm and wet around his dick, and it's so fucking good.

Noctis jerks his hips up when Prompto does something amazing with his tongue, and Prompto coughs, chokes and keeps on going, taking Noctis in so deep that Noctis can't even think straight, base and single-purposed, thrusts up a little harder as Prompto swallows sharply, then again, again, again until he spills into Prompto's mouth and Prompto's thighs start trembling, needy and desperate.

"Noct," Prompto says, his voice rough, as he pulls himself up and turns around, sits himself on Noctis's belly and gathers up the strings of jizz spilling down his chin with his fingers and sucks them into his mouth like some kind of delicacy. It's the hottest thing he's ever seen. "Fingers, fingers, inside, c'mon-"

Noctis lets Prompto guide his hands between his legs, slips a finger inside the wet heat of Prompto's slit and touches Prompto's dick with his other hand. It's just the right size for his palm to wrap around it completely, so he makes a fist and lets it slide back and forth, until Prompto makes those pretty gasping moans and starts rolling his hips against Noctis's finger, and he says, "More, another one, Noct, c'mon, faster," like a demand.

"Uhh," Noctis says, and slides another finger into Prompto, not really sure what to do.

Prompto makes a breathless noise that's just this side of frustrated, says, "Is this your first time?"

"Yes?"

"Okay," he says, "Okay, okay. Move your fingers, circles, that's it- ohhh, that's, that's good, Noct, mmhm-"

Noctis is hard again. He's so hard he thinks he can cut diamonds with his dick, and Prompto writhes and screams while he rides his fingers and god, that's so hot, Prompto's just gorgeous all over.

"Harder harder harder, Noct, harder!" Prompto tugs on Noctis's wrists, an order, until Noctis thrusts his fingers in and out so fast it's almost violent, and Prompto rolls his hips, his slit clenching down hard around Noctis's fingers and he comes, shaking, trembling from the aftershocks as his orgasm drips wetly against Noctis's skin.

They're both panting. Prompto flops backwards, unceremoniously, spreading his thighs pointedly, kind of lazily, gesturing between his legs like 'hi, figure it out on your own', and it's not exactly difficult. His dick, Prompto's slit, everyone's happy.

"Fuck- I, can we- I want-" Noctis babbles, not knowing what sentences are anymore. "If we just- if I- fuck!"

Prompto laughs. "Go for it, Prince Charming," he says, low and amused. "Put some of that lube on first. I'm don't produce that much slick when I'm not in heat."

"Okay," Noctis says, throat bone dry. "Okay, okay. We're making this happen. I've never done this before! And I'm kinda freaking out, haha holy shit!"

"Shh," Prompto says. He tugs Noctis down, lets Noctis tuck his face against the crook of his neck, breathing his scent in until he calms down a little, and everything doesn't seem so bad and intense. "You okay?"

"Yeah," Noctis says. "Yeah, yeah, yes. I'm okay. I'm okay."

"Are you really?" Prompto cards his fingers through Noctis's hair, scratching at his scalp soothingly.

"Yeeaaahh," Noctis groans. "Just- first time jitters. Don't laugh if I straight up nut when I put it in, okay. I'm a fragile virgin."

"I promise to try my best," Prompto snickers. He kisses Noctis on his cheekbone, lips glancing off skin brief and sweet.

"Okay," Noctis says. "Okay. Doing this! Definitely. Doing this. Right now!"

"Go slow," Prompto says, scratching gently at Noctis's scalp again. "I won't go anywhere. Promise."

"Yeah, Prompto, my first and foremost concern is that you'll just get up and leave," Noctis says. "Yep. That's it. Nail, head."

Prompto rolls his eyes. "That's not what I meant and you know it, asshole."

"Ooohhh," Noctis says. "You meant like, emotionally. Ooohhh."

"I'm leaving you," Prompto deadpans, but he's laughing a little, which means he doesn't mean it. Probably. He probably doesn't mean it.

"But don't you like me and my body?" Noctis whines, rubbing his head against Prompto's shoulder. Prompto laughs, swats at him, then tugs him down so that their bodies are pressed together.

"Your body, definitely," Prompto says. "Don't know about that other part..."

"Prompto Argentum, how dare you," Noctis laughs. "I am your prince, you disrespectful little shit!"

Prompto bursts out into half-hysterical laughter. "Oh my god, Noct!" He tries to hide his smile behind his hand. Noctis pulls it away, tangles their fingers together, pressing a kiss against Prompto's wrist.

"High praise, but I'll take it, darling," Noctis says. He leans down to kiss the back of Prompto's hand.

Prompto's blush spreads across his cheekbones. "Dude, I don't know if I wanna kiss you for being romantic or hit you for that joke."

"Kisses only please," Noctis says, pursing his lips into a ridiculous duckface. "Hey, Prompto, look at my sexy face."

"Stop!" Prompto laughs so hard he snorts. It's cute. Very cute. So extremely cute. "Noct! Seriously, stop it! My ribs hurt, and if they hurt more, there'll be no sex happening!"

"We don't want that," Noctis says, as solemnly as he can manage, before losing it, dissolving into snickers. "Sorry. Sorry, sorry. Sexy times now."

Prompto knees him in the hip, smiling warmly. "Lube up that dick, Your Highness."

"Got it, got it."

Noctis reaches for the lube. He watches Prompto watch him, sprawled there all gorgeous, eyes half-lidded. He smells beautiful.

"I love your scent, you know," Noctis says. Admits, really, a small secret shared while he rubs the lube between his hands and then on his dick.

Prompto dips his head a little, steadily turning pinker. "Yours too. I mean. I like the way you- ghh. Never mind."

"What, what? Finish your sentence, Prom, don't leave me hanging."

"You... kinda smell like pepper. I- I like it."

"That's just your love of spicy food talking, isn't it," Noctis laughs.

"Maybe," Prompto says. "Maaaaybe."

"Dork," Noctis says. He nudges Prompto's shoulder with his nose, arms braced around his head, careful not to accidentally snag on Prompto's hair, spread out across his pillow prettily.

It's such a contrast. Noctis's dark sheets and Prompto's bright hair. His freckles like stars on his skin. Sunshine in his bed.

Prompto loops his arms around Noctis's shoulders and pulls him in. Their noses touch before their mouths do, and Noctis feels Prompto smiling.

"The mood's back," Noctis says. "You feel that? The mood is definitely back."

"If you mean your dick rubbing against me," Prompto says. "Then yeah, definitely! I feel it."

"Smartass," Noctis says.

"Talking bout yourse- mmmph!"

Noctis leans down to kiss him again, just to shut him up. Then he kisses Prompto again, because he kinda wants to. And again, and again, and again.

"Condoms?" Noctis pants against Prompto's skin.

"Not unless you want to," Prompto says. "Lucian technology is amazing!" He turns his wrist to show Noctis the little medical patch stuck on his skin. "See? I got the patch!"

"Cool," Noctis says. He raises himself up a bit to look down between their bodies, stroking his dick firmly, rubbing it against Prompto's slit. It's slick and warm, and Prompto sort of gasps and shudders, spreading his thighs a little more.

"Noooct," Prompto groans. "Hurry up!"

"Yeah," Noctis says, too eager to say anything witty and annoying. "Yeah, yeah, coming right up."

Prompto whines, arching his back, rolls his hips up against Noctis, catching the tip of his dick with his slit. Noctis watches Prompto throw his head back, baring his neck, and he immediately presses his teeth into his forearm.

"Noct," Prompto says, his hips rolling, rolling, until he loses his patience and lines Noctis's dick up against himself and sinks down, gets the tip inside.

Noctis groans, drooling all over his arm. "Prom," Noctis manages to get out, "Prom, Prompto. Your neck, don't, I can't-"

It feels so fucking good. Prompto is so good around his dick, the sweet clench of his slit and the trembling of his thighs against Noctis's hips, the way he stutters out his moans, quiet, shy. It's amazing- everything is amazing. Prompto is so amazing, so soft and wet and hot.

"Good," Prompto murmurs, his fingers clenched in Noctis's hair, tugging a little too harshly. Noctis hisses, and his grip goes slack, and Prompto turns his face up to kiss Noctis apologetically. "Nnffh, Noct, that's good, yeah, like that, ohhh-"

The heat of everything travels down low, the base of his dick tingling where his knot is swelling, and he feels that giddy rush of pleasure that makes him all stupid, incapable of anything other than grinding his hips forwards sharply into Prompto. He braces an arm against the mattress, the sheets slipping as he bats them away, annoyed, his other hand crawling down to grip at Prompto's hip.

He moans, a little helplessly, his entire body already shaking, his muscles locking together, tense, ready to knot his sweet, beautiful omega, that unhappy urgency slowly fading, left only with the building warmth and the sharp gorgeous scent of Prompto's arousal all around him.

He sighs blissfully, kissing at Prompto's freckled shoulder, licks at his jaw and throat, careful to keep his teeth away.

"Knot me already, Noct," Prompto says, wriggling a little impatiently. "Good boy, good boy Noct, you're doing so good-"

There's that sharp thrill that turns all his organs at once- the base need for approval, for praise, and all his muscles go tight with the satisfying ache of holding himself up when Prompto moans his name just that little bit louder, and he whines, makes a short sharp little thrust, shoving his knot inside Prompto, who startles and claws down his back and screams.

It's so good that he slumps down against Prompto, for a bit- goes limp when Prompto clamps down around his dick, locking them together. The tension in his belly unravels, little by little, Prompto's fingers tensing and relaxing against his shoulders, smoothing down his shoulder blades then back up again, a senseless little pattern.

"This is going better than I expected," Prompto says, breathing hard.

"Yeah?" Noctis mumbles, breathing even harder. "Am I good at this sex thing or what?"

"I'll give you a six out of ten," Prompto says. He wiggles a bit, testing out their lock. "Your knot feels- really nice. Really, really nice. Could improve on technique, though."

"Uh," Noctis says, "Rude? I'm trying my best here. Fragile virgin, remember?"

"I guess even the prince can't be naturally gifted at everything," Prompto sighs, pressing the back of his hand to his forehead dramatically.

Noctis pinches Prompto's nose. Prompto yelps, swatting his hand away, pouting in mock hurt.

"So we'll practice," Noctis says, before his brain can catch up with his big, stupid mouth, God he is so fucking dumb, why did he say that. But then he chances a look at Prompto and Prompto is smiling, blushing, looking like he's happy with what Noctis just implied. It makes Noctis relax, just a tiny bit.

"Yeah?" Prompto says. His voice is soft, warm and Noctis wants to map the curve of his smile against his lips.

"Yeah," Noctis says. Promises. He hooks his pinky against Prompto's. "If- if you want to? Uh. No pressure, or anything like that. It's cool if you don't want to! I'm cool- I'm cool with that, I'm-"

"Noct," Prompto says. He sounds like he's trying not to laugh. "Dude, calm down. I like you too."

"Okay," Noctis says. "Okay, good, that's good. Great. Because if you didn't say what you just said I think I would've died of embarrassment."

Prompto rolls his eyes. His hands shift, holding on tightly, and Noctis has just the right amount of time to realise what he's going for when Prompto surges upwards, knocks Noctis off his knees onto his ass, settling his weight on their knot, sinking down so hard that Noctis loses all of his brain functionality, all at once.

"That's good and all," Prompto gasps, his hips grinding down in a slow, sweet back and forth, "But this- this is better. Focus on this, okay? Sex first, future plans later."

"Wow," Noctis says, very faintly. "Wow. Okay. Uh, do I-"

"Don't move," Prompto hisses. "Don't. Move. Stay right there, right there right there-"

Noctis doesn't know what to do with his hands. He settles for gripping at Prompto's hips, tilting his head back to rest on the pillow. It's good like this- Prompto huffing and moaning on top of him, his belly heavy with contentment. He smooths his palms over hot skin and sharp hips, licking over his teeth in attempt to sooth his aching gums.

It doesn't work. Noctis whines, bucking up, instinct taking over, trying to get Prompto to flip over and let him bite, let him fuck into his sweet warmth and let him sink his teeth in- even with a little voice in the back of his head telling him to knock it off, sounding suspiciously like Ignis, he wants, he wants-

Prompto bares all his teeth and hisses right up against Noctis's face. It's like a cold splash of water, terrifying and unpleasant. He shrinks backwards timidly, going limp under Prompto's hands.

"Be good," Prompto says, sternly, tapping Noctis's nose with a finger. "Got it, Noct? Be good. Stay still."

Noctis gropes for some semblance of higher functioning and finds none. He makes a vaguely affirmative noise, sighing happily when Prompto pets his hair, murmuring affectionately, "Good boy, good boy, you're mine, you're mine, mine, mine-"

"Mmm," Noctis mumbles, as Prompto's hips starts moving a little faster, a little more urgently, and it feels better, exciting, pleasure building up, coiling pleasantly through him.