Prompt Post Round Five
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Noctis/Any, ABO - Alpha Noctis experiences his first rut
Date: 2017-08-19 09:33 am (UTC)There aren't many alpha Noctis fics out there so really hoping this will get filled.
If Noctis manages to sleep with someone please make him at least 16+
Re: Noctis/Any, ABO - Alpha Noctis experiences his first rut
Date: 2017-08-21 07:13 am (UTC)Re: Noctis/Any, ABO - Alpha Noctis experiences his first rut
Date: 2017-08-21 07:29 am (UTC)Fill: love you've got me wide open- Promptis, Alpha Noctis experiences his first rut [1/?]
Date: 2017-09-23 05:32 pm (UTC)Noctis wakes up to the feeling of his shirt sticking to his skin, his hair sticking to his forehead, sweat slicking the back of his neck and his back. He feels rank- probably smells it too. Everything is sweaty and oily and gross. He's kicked his sheets off his bed- they're crumpled on the floor and if Ignis was here he'd be disappointed, but Noctis is too irritated to care.
He's got a weird deep itch in his gums. He shoves two knuckles into his mouth and chews, hoping to at least alleviate the itch a little- but it doesn't help much.
Noctis rolls over. Then he rolls off his bed and goes to take a shower.
He feels- whatever. Like he wants to go pick a fight with someone and win. Like he wants to sink his teeth into something and never let go.
He makes a frustrated hiss and goes to jerk off. He does it more than twice, spends more than an hour under hot water trying to get his guts to settle, pressing his teeth against the skin of his arm. It's... unusual, definitely. Yeah, sure, he's got the libido and the lack of grace of a seventeen year old, but it's too much and not enough and he wants but he also doesn't know what he wants.
He contemplates calling Ignis.
He decides against it, because it's like five in the morning and Ignis will skin him alive for interrupting his sleep.
He leans against the shower wall and tries to rub two brain cells together to figure things out. One of his hands drifts to his junk, slowly, and before he knows it, he's given up thinking, moving his hand against his dick.
Afterwards, he stays under the spray of water and scrubs his hands clean. The ache in his guts pangs distantly, in the background. Sort of like his knee on good days- easy enough to ignore.
He thinks about going to sleep. His bed is still a mess, and smells sweaty enough that he moves on to his couch. He settles there, his hands drifting down between his legs again.
He makes another frustrated groan. Then he rolls over and closes his eyes, thinking about nothing.
He falls asleep in seconds.
*
Ignis doesn't swing by to pick him up for school. Maybe if he did, everything would've been avoided, in that neat easy efficient way that Ignis does things, but Ignis is busy with a meeting, and Noctis has to roll off his couch onto the floor with his teeth itching and his guts cramping, just barely in time for him to pull on his uniform and run to school, which is stupid and dumb and he shouldn't even have to go to school in the first place-
Shit. Shit, he's late.
He skids into the classroom just as the bell rings, settling into his seat behind Prompto as the teacher tries to glare at him while reigning herself in.
His best friend turns his head, mouthing "You good?"
Noctis tips his chin at him. Prompto makes a face, turning back to the teacher as she starts to talk.
His teeth really itch, Noctis thinks miserably, smashing his head against the table. He gets away with it, the teacher electing to ignore him completely, and starts chewing on his pens.
His leg starts to bounce. His head hurts- everything's so sharp: the sound of pens scratching on paper; the smell of different detergents and soaps; the bright of Prompto's hair, curling a little at the ends. He must've forgotten to comb his hair today.
Prompto smells good, though. If Noctis moves forward a bit, he can focus on Prompto's scent. It helps him settle his crappy stomach, a little. It helps even more when he nudges Prompto's chair with his foot and Prompto pushes it back, tilting his head in Noctis's direction.
Prompto smells sweet- smells like whatever it is he smells like, but it's sweet and good and the ache in his belly pangs a little sharper, hotter, hungry.
Noctis checks his mouth surreptitiously for drool.
"Mister Caelum," the teacher says, sharp and annoyed- damn what did he do now? He looks up and Prompto is pointing at his throat, and when he touches his hand to his neck he realizes he's vibrating from how loud he's growling.
He ducks his head, flushing embarrassedly.
"Hey I think he isn't feeling too good," Prompto raises his hand to chime in. "Do you mind if I bring him to the nurse's office?"
The teacher sighs. "Fine, alright. Go."
"Thanks!" Prompto says, and then he's out of his seat and dragging Noctis out of the classroom, and Noctis can't do anything but follow, head tilted forward to catch more of Prompto's scent.
"Noct," Prompto frowns, once they're out in the halls, "You doing okay?"
"Mmm," Noctis contributes. He can't really deal with Prompto smelling really good and stuff, all concerned and hovering and being a really amazing best friend overall.
"You sure?" Prompto holds his hand up to Noctis's forehead. "You're kinda overheating, buddy."
"You smell," Noctis says, and Prompto's eyebrows kind of shoot up really high.
"What!" Prompto says, lifting his arm to sniff at his sleeve. "But I did my laundry yesterday!"
"No," Noctis mumbles, flapping his hand vaguely in Prompto's direction. "I mean- good. You smell like- good."
"I... smell like good? Dude you are really out of it."
Noctis groans. "I know. My head hurts. And everything is stabbing me in all five of my five senses. I want to lie down and die."
Prompto pokes his cheek. "Aww, did our big bad alpha prince catch a bug?"
"Stop that," Noctis snaps irritably.
Prompto pokes at him some more. He growls, lunges for Prompto's finger reflexively, baring his teeth, before stopping himself in horror.
"Shit," Noctis says. "Shit, sorry- I don't know what-"
Prompto stares at him, then bursts out into laughter. "I think I know what."
"You do?"
"Call Ignis and go home, Noct," Prompto says. "I think you're in your first rut."
*
Ignis says, blank faced and calm, "Why didn't you call me?"
"I don't know Ignis," Noctis, decidedly frazzled, says, "I mean! Sure, I'll call you and tell you that I jerked off in the shower! If that's what you want to hear!"
His voice cracks embarrassingly. He groans and tries to slam his head against the window.
Ignis stops him by hooking a finger into the collar of his uniform. Then he says, gently: "Noct. You know ruts are unpredictable. It is your first-"
"O-kay, not talking about this! Especially when I know you're going to tell Gladio and laugh at me over drinks and dinner or something!"
"Well," Ignis says. "Unprofessional it may be- but you have to admit it is quite amusing."
"At my expense," Noctis moans miserably. "I mean, I'd laugh too but. Everything hurts."
Ignis stifles a snort expertly behind his hand. "Maybe you should ask Gladio about this. He's an alpha, too, after all. I must admit that sometimes there are things that I do not know about. Especially regarding the nature of these ruts of yours."
"I'll die before I talk to Gladio about this. I'll die."
"Come now, it's not that bad," Ignis says. "Gladio will help you out. Probably. He'd most likely laugh at you first." He sure talks a lot for a person who's supposed to be driving. Was there ever a law about talking and driving? Or was that texting? Agh, whatever.
"Stop talking."
"If anything happens, His Majesty has informed me to tell you to call him," Ignis says, ignoring his polite suggestion completely.
"Wait- we're not going back to the Citadel?"
"No. It'd be unsafe- too many people. Even if the palace staff knows you're off limits, there's no telling what people might try when you're vulnerable. Although I do doubt anyone would want to have sex with an awkward teenager who probably has a hair trigger. Especially an adult."
"Hey! I mean, you're right, but you shouldn't say it."
"I am always right, Noct," Ignis says, with dignity. "Anyways, I am to bring you back to the apartment and make sure you have enough food for the week. Please feed and hydrate yourself and do not do anything stupid."
"It's like you don't even know me. Oh, also I think I used up all my lube so can you go get some for me?"
Ignis makes a long-suffering kind of expression.
"Sometimes you really make me despise this job, Noct."
*
Because Noctis is Noctis, he does a stupid thing. The stupidest thing.
It works out it the beginning, when he was just eating the food Ignis made and trying fruitlessly to play a few boring rounds of King's Knight with jittery fingers, bouncing his feet against the tiles of his kitchen floor.
He finishes his food, paces a few tight circles around his kitchen, then goes to sit down on the couch.
He jerks off a few more times. Washes his hands and takes a cold shower. Paces some more in the living room. Tries to beat the boss of the new game he got on his console. Counts the minutes and seconds down to the exact moment school lets out.
The stupid thing that he does is this: he calls Prompto to come over.
It's stupid because he knows Prompto is an omega and he's an alpha who is in his first rut and those two things in itself are already really bad. But Prompto is also his best and only friend his age, and he wants Prompto so badly it hurts, literally, a low ache in his belly that spreads like fire whenever he thinks of Prompto, and that's also stupid because Prompto will think he's weird and gross and a pervert and will hate him forever, maybe. Probably not. It's a possibility, though.
So he calls Prompto as soon as school lets out.
Prompto says, "Yeah, sure, I'll be over in thirty minutes or so!" which is also stupid, Prompto is stupid and dumb and shouldn't trust him this much, really.
But because Noctis is Noctis, this stupid thing turns out to also be the very best thing that's ever happened to him in his whole entire life. Marginally better than getting his first fishing rod from his dad, or reeling up his first fish, even.
That's how good it was.
Re: Fill: love you've got me wide open- Promptis, Alpha Noctis experiences his first rut [1/?]
Date: 2017-09-23 08:50 pm (UTC)loving it
Re: Fill: love you've got me wide open- Promptis, Alpha Noctis experiences his first rut [1/?]
Date: 2017-09-23 11:31 pm (UTC)Re: Fill: love you've got me wide open- Promptis, Alpha Noctis experiences his first rut [1/?]
Date: 2017-09-24 05:48 pm (UTC)Re: Fill: love you've got me wide open- Promptis, Alpha Noctis experiences his first rut [1/?]
Date: 2017-09-24 08:10 pm (UTC)Fill: love you've got me wide open [2/?]
Date: 2017-09-26 06:12 pm (UTC)After everything's said and done, Noctis will ask: "Hey why were you so late?" and Prompto will roll his eyes and say: "You think I roll out of bed looking this good? I had to go home and shower and prepare, Noct, duh," and Noctis will feel only the slightest bit of embarrassment and a whole lot of contentment while pressing his nose against the nape of Prompto's neck.
That's afterwards, though. Now- now Noctis is pacing and turning and turning and pacing and occasionally checking if he's gross and sweaty.
He's definitely a little gross and sweaty. He paces more in his despair, even though his AC is cranked up to Ghorovas Rift.
He counts and counts and counts and bites his nails. Looks at the clock some more.
When the doorbell finally rings, Noctis is already practically out of his mind. He sprints to the door, slams it open to Prompto's surprised expression and sweet, sweet scent, and pulls him inside.
"Dude," Noctis says, taking a deep breath. "Fuck. You smell good."
"Thanks," Prompto says, dropping his backpack onto the floor by the couch. "You too."
Noctis takes Prompto by the shoulders. "No. I mean. Fuck. You know?"
"Right," Prompto says, nodding along to whatever the fuck is coming out of Noctis's mouth like he actually understands. "I already took my pills. And I've got that patch thing on too, so you don't have to use condoms if you don't want to. More fun for the both of us, right? Oh, but I brought a box along, just in case you didn't have any. Do you have lube? I brought that too-"
"Wait, wait," Noctis interrupts. "What? What? Are you- what? Is this- are we- sex?"
Prompto blinks at him. "Is that... not why you called me over?"
"No! I mean! I don't know? Yes?"
"What d'ya mean you don't know?"
"I mean- I mean. You're my best friend! And I really want sex! And I'm having trouble trying to comprehend the fact that you're prepared to have sex! With me!"
"Uhh, Noct," Prompto says, like Noctis is stupid, which is fair. "You literally... scent me all the time. And I scent you back. I just assumed you were waiting for your first rut or something."
"I-" Noctis says. Then he clenches his hands in his hair and lets out a enraged scream of frustration. "I'm so stupid!"
"We hold hands, Noct. You asked me out on a date last week."
"That was! I thought it was a friend thing!"
"You put your arm around my shoulders!"
"I- uh, huh. I did. Wow. I did."
Prompto bursts out into laughter. "Oh man, Noct. You're kinda dumb!"
"Hey!"
"I can't believe you couldn't smell it on me! I've wanted you since forever, Noct, c'mere," and Prompto pulls Noctis in by his collar and kisses him.
It's a good kiss, as far as kisses go. Noctis doesn't have much experience, but he's just dizzy all over and Prompto is so warm and smells so nice and pretty.
His knees are getting wobbly. His knees are wobbly and Prompto sort of pushes him back gently until he stumbles back onto the couch, and then Prompto is settling on top of him, knees squeezing against Noctis's hips, and then they're kissing again- which is, wow, really cool, kissing is great, kissing Prompto is amazing and he wants to do it all the time.
"Wow," Noctis pants, all sorts of eager, trying to sneak his hands up Prompto's shirt. "Wow. You're- wow."
"I'm wow?" Prompto says, and his smile is kind of the most beautiful thing Noctis has ever seen in his life.
"Yeah," Noctis says, dumbly. "You're gorgeous. Are you really going to have sex with me?"
Prompto turns pink. It's so cute- the cutest. "C'mon dude," he says, knocking his forehead against Noctis's cheek, "Don't be embarrassing."
"Nothing embarrassing about telling the truth."
"Pfft," Prompto goes, punching Noctis on his chest lightly. "Are you always this smooth with all the omegas trying to sex you up?"
"I don't know, you're the only one who's ever tried," Noctis says, shooting Prompto a wink that looks more like blinking than anything else. "You tell me."
"You're terrible," Prompto says, snickering. "God. Are you going to take your clothes off or what?"
"Yeah, yeah," Noctis says, and strips his shirt off with an uncharacteristic confidence supplied to him through sheer eagerness. "C'mon, you too."
Prompto chews on his bottom lip and goes, "Woah," a little breathlessly. It does wonders for Noctis's ego, it really does.
"Like what you see?" Noctis says. It comes out awkward and stilted, instead of smooth and suave. Like he's chasing after Prompto's praise- and that's not entirely wrong, he does like how Prompto is eyeing him right now.
"God bless," Prompto says. "Look at you! You have abs! God bless!"
Noctis laughs a little. "Is that a yes?"
"It's a hell yes," Prompto says, and loops his arms around Noctis's neck and kisses him some more.
Noctis slides his hands up Prompto's shirt, and Prompto squeaks a little, before pressing closer, warm and amazing. They part and look at each other and smile dumbly, then they both lean forward and their mouths are pressed together again but this time there's a lot more tongue and saliva involved. It's sloppy and wet and kind of gross, overall, but it's still hot and good and Noctis is filled with affection and appreciation for Prompto and his whole body is tingling, strumming with energy, the want and need and hunger for more of Prompto's mouth and skin and everything growing into a hot, sharp ache.
Noctis tugs Prompto's shirt off, tosses it somewhere behind them, hands smoothing down the pretty slope of Prompto's biceps, gorgeous sculpted muscle, attaches his mouth onto the side of Prompto's neck and listens to the sweet high moan Prompto lets out, the lovely incredible way he sighs "Noct, Noct, Noct," over and over, his scent getting stronger and honey sweet.
Noctis is pretty sure he's drooling. He swallows hard, mouth still pressed against Prompto's skin, but his salivary glands are really working overtime, his body telling him to bite bite bite, to flip Prompto around and lick that wonderful spot right at the back of his neck to calm him down and claim him, his omega, beautiful amazing gorgeous perfect-
"Don't let me bite you!" Noctis says, panicked. "I'm very stupid and my brain is melting out of my ears- don't let me bite you!"
Prompto snorts. "I know, Noct," he says, and bares all his sharp teeth in a grin. "I'm not dumb enough to let you do that."
"Okay," Noctis says. "Okay, okay- good, don't let me do it. It'll be bad. And Ignis will murder me, get rid of my body and any historical records of my existence and also find a way to mass wipe memories. So, if you like me, or my body, don't let me do anything stupid."
Prompto rolls his eyes. "I know, Noct," he goes, and then slides his fingers into Noctis's hair and tugs his head backwards. He presses his lips against the corner of Noctis's mouth, gently. "Are we doing this here? Or do you wanna mess up your bed instead?"
"Bed, please," Noctis says, and Prompto smiles at him and says, "Good boy," in a voice that makes Noctis shiver all over and babble, "Uh, fuck, yes, I'm a good boy, I'm the best boy-" as they stumble to Noctis's bedroom, hands sliding against each other.
Prompto shoves him down onto his own bed. He goes, dazed and so fucking turned on, watching Prompto wiggle out of his jeans and underwear and barely remembering to wiggle out of his own sweatpants, his dick already half hard and leaking embarrassingly.
Prompto licks his lips. Noctis watches him do that and goes, "Oh my God," very weakly.
"I'm going to sit on your face while I suck your dick," Prompto announces cheerfully, putting the lube at an appropriate distance from Noctis's reaching hands.
"Oh my God," Noctis says again, but enthusiastically. "Please. Oh my God. That sounds very nice."
Prompto makes a pleased hum in response. He climbs up to where Noctis is lying, spreads his thighs right above Noctis's face, fingers rubbing at his wet slit, his other hand curling tenderly around Noctis's dick.
"Gghhh," Noctis manages, his hands gripping Prompto's thighs eagerly. "Please. Please, please. I am so ready for this. I am so fucking ready."
"Okay," Prompto says, sounding amused. "Do your best, Noct," he laughs, with a sexy little shake of his hips, and Noctis cranes his neck up and licks into him hesitantly, then more confidently when he makes a little gasp of approval, his hand squeezing around Noctis's dick and his hips grinding down on Noctis's face.
This is how he dies, Noctis thinks blissfully, suffocated by Prompto Argentum, what a way to go. He smells like a dream, tastes even better.
Re: Fill: love you've got me wide open [2/?]
Date: 2017-09-26 06:54 pm (UTC)Re: Fill: love you've got me wide open [2/?]
Date: 2017-09-26 08:11 pm (UTC)Re: Fill: love you've got me wide open [2/?]
Date: 2017-09-26 10:35 pm (UTC)Noct you beautiful smooth operator.
Fill: love you've got me wide open [3/?]
Date: 2017-09-28 01:47 am (UTC)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.
Re: Fill: love you've got me wide open [3/?]
Date: 2017-09-28 01:48 pm (UTC)so romantic prompto ahahaha
Fill: love you've got me wide open [4/4]
Date: 2017-09-28 05:08 pm (UTC)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.
Re: Fill: love you've got me wide open [4/4]
Date: 2017-09-28 08:48 pm (UTC)That was a very very VERY fun read. A+ fanfiction! Thanks a bunch.
Re: Fill: love you've got me wide open [4/4]
Date: 2017-11-04 05:31 pm (UTC)Re: Fill: love you've got me wide open [4/4]
Date: 2018-03-25 05:42 am (UTC)