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It's a matter of minutes before it becomes all too much for him, driven to the edge of something sweeter than alone time with his hand, something new, a counterpoint, his palms pressed against Prompto's hip bones, pulling him down onto Noctis's cock, onto their knot, and Prompto graciously allows Noctis to thrust a few times up into him clumsily as he comes, shoved gracelessly across the edge.

Prompto gasps, chewing on his bottom lip, one hand closed around his dick, jerking himself off roughly as Noctis spills inside him. Noctis is treated to the stunning sight of Prompto, his thighs trembling, arching his back and spattering his slick all across Noctis's stomach, clamping down on Noctis's dick so hard that Noctis yelps, half-pained.

They're still locked together. Prompto leans down for a kiss, his fingers trailing the puddle of his own slick into Noctis's skin, covering Noctis with his scent.

Prompto leans back. He licks his lips, pushes his bangs back from his forehead, looking so offensively attractive that Noctis is kind of mad about it, for a few seconds, before it dissolves into wondrous appreciation.

"That was good," Prompto purrs. He tilts Noctis's chin up with wet fingers, licks the corner of Noctis's mouth, then across his lips, and it should be gross but turns out to be devastatingly sexy instead, like all things Prompto Argentum does.

Noctis makes a strangled noise. "Dude!"

Prompto smirks at him. "Wanna see how many more times I can get you to come inside me?"

Noctis makes another dying animal noise. "Dude. Yes. Fuck, yes. Please."

Prompto smiles. It's a smug fucking expression.

"Good boy," Prompto says.


*


Afterwards, after they fuck out Noctis's rut, Noctis tucks himself against the curve of Prompto's back, warm and sticky and satisfied, yawning. It feels safe, the right kind of safe that only a select handful of people can make him feel.

He yawns again. Thumbs idly at the bruises on Prompto's skin.

"Sorry," he says sleepily. "Hurt?"

"Mmm," Prompto says, reaching back to lace their fingers together. "S'okay. I like it."

"Yeah?" Noctis squeezes down. Prompto snuggles back a little, sighing. He sounds content, like the warm feeling spreading throughout Noctis's body, down to the tips of his toes.

"Mmhmm," Prompto says. "Noct. We gotta talk about this when we wake up."

"Okay," Noctis mumbles, half-asleep. Prompto smells satisfied, his scent softening into something that reminds him of fresh rain. He noses the back of Prompto's neck, the sweat curled strands of his hair. "Nice long chat when we wake up. Got it."

"Your bed smells gross," Prompto says.

Noctis pokes him gently. "Don't be picky. I didn't have time to change the sheets."

"Gross," Prompto repeats. He picks Noctis's arm up and drapes it higher across his waist. "You're gross, Noct."

"You like me."

"I do, unfortunately."

Noctis pauses, blinks, his snipe dying on his tongue. "Oh. You- you do?"

Prompto laughs, high and shaky. "I feel like our situations should be reversed, here, Noct- but of course I do. Don't sound so surprised."

"Well," Noctis says, scratching the back of his head awkwardly. "For what it's worth- I like you too. A lot."

"I had my suspicions," Prompto says. "Hey. We can talk more later, okay? Sleep now. I'm tired."

"I never thought I'd hear that from anyone other than myself," Noctis says. "Also, I was that obvious, huh?"

"Kinda," Prompto laughs again, this time quiet but bright. "You're shit at hiding stuff. I could feel you burning holes into the back of my head in class, dude."

"Shit," Noctis laughs along with him, "Sorry, man. But you can make fun of me later. Right now, I'm gonna crash for a million years."

Prompto hums. He lets Noctis shove his feet between his legs without complaint, pillowing his head on Noctis's arm. It's quiet, for a bit, until Noctis raises his head again.

"Look, last question," Noctis says. "What took you so long? You said thirty minutes!"

Noctis can feel Prompto rolling his eyes, even though he can't actually see it.

"You think I roll out of bed looking this good? I had to go home and shower and prepare, Noct, duh."

"Okay, okay," Noctis says, pressing his smile into the back of Prompto's neck. "Fair enough."

He closes his eyes, contentment settling in his belly. His mind is blank, floating pleasantly through the ache of his muscles. Prompto's stroking his arm slowly, mindless patterns against his skin.

He breathes in. Prompto's scent twinges pleasantly through his nose.

He breathes out. Listens to Prompto's breathing even out slowly. Everything is good and fine and he's got the person he likes in his arms, which is the best thing ever. They press together, quiet in each other's company, basking in each other's presence.

He falls asleep.