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FILL 2/2: Re: Prompto/Noctis, black clothes

[(Anonymous)]

And, of course, it all went downhill. Because life just loved to mess with him like that. It probably sent frequent text messages to the gods themselves, 'Yo, check out this new fucked up thing I'm gonna do to Noctis. #YOLO amirite?'

The gods probably enjoyed it too, breaking out the popcorn and sending their own texts back. 'LOL dis sum funny shit m8. More pls.'

He wouldn't put it past them.

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"No, no, you cheated, you're a cheater!" Prompto yelled loudly, waving his hands around wildly and nearly losing grip of the controller. On the television screen, Noctis's character held a victory fist in the air while Prompto's lay unconscious on the ground, huge red words over the top of the image declaring Noctis the winner of the fight. "You've got, like, prince cheats or something that buffs up your characters! I swear your health bar took way longer to go down."

Noctis smirked at him, not even bothering to hide his smugness. "Nope, no cheats. I'm just better than you."

"Dude," the blond whined, but a smile was starting to tug at his lips. "No way. I still hold the high score for this game in the arcade. I've had the high score for two years running. No one has beaten it once, not even close."

"Really?" Noctis felt his grin widen. "Well, we'll have to change that then."

Prompto grabbed one of the cushions and swung it at him. "Noooo, you can't," he cried. "It's my greatest accomplishment!"

Noctis let out a laugh even as the cushion whacked him full in the face. "And here I thought you walking down the street without tripping over once was your greatest accomplishment."

"Now you're just being mean." Prompto swung the cushion once more, making a mess of Noctis's hair, then sat back down in surprise. "Oh man, is that the time?"

Noctis blinked, then glanced over at the clock, surprised to see that it was one-thirty in the morning. They had been playing games for nearly five hours it seemed. Although, that was nothing compared to the twelve-hour marathon they had had a few years ago, something which still horrified Ignis to this day. "Didn't realize it was so late," he commented.

"I know," Prompto said, setting the controller aside and getting up, stretching his arms above his head with a groan. Noctis pretended not to stare at the way his back arched, eyes running over the curve of his spine and the way his shoulders moved. Prompto might have looked skinny and pathetic sometimes but there was no denying that he had muscle under those clothes. "I should probably get going," his friend said.

"Or you could just stay over," Noctis heard himself say.

Prompto blinked, let his arms fall back down to his sides and stared at him. "Really?"

"Sure," Noctis said. "I mean, it's late right? And it's cold outside. I'd feel like a shitty person if I let you walk home now, so just sleep here. That way we can chill and game some more and then sleep in tomorrow."

The blond grinned at him. "While that sounds pretty sweet," he said, then gestured to himself awkwardly, "these are not exactly sleeping clothes, buddy."

Noctis glanced down at his friend's clothes, and, yeah, those weren't going to be very helpful in relaxing and sleeping in. "So I'll lend you something of mine," he blurted out, unable to stop himself, and only just managed to reel in his horror before it could show on his face. "We're the same size, it should be fine." It wasn't like he hadn't seen Prompto in his clothes before, so it should totally be fine. As long as his heart stopped doing that weird pounding thing and the blood rushing in his ears would decide to chill out for a moment, then, yeah. It would be absolutely fine.

"Okay, thanks man," Prompto smiled.

Noctis nodded, trying to play it cool. "Come on," he said, getting up from the couch and leading the way to his bedroom. He grabbed the first set of pyjamas his hands came into contact with in his closet and handed them over to Prompto. "Go ahead and get changed, I'll be there in a second."

"Cool," Prompto said, already backing away to the door.

Okay, so maybe he needed a moment to catch his breath and relax. If his muscles would only stop jittering so much then that would be more than helpful. It wasn't as if Prompto had never spent the night at his place before. Many times, in fact, especially while they were in school. But those had all been planned, he'd had time to calm down beforehand, and he had certainly never loaned the other guy his clothes to sleep in.

Noctis sighed and changed into his t-shirt and sweatpants. He had survived all those other times before without jumping the blond, he could certainly do so now.

Famous last words.

"Hey, it's okay to wear these, right?" Prompto's voice called out to him from the living room. "I mean, I'm not gonna be executed or anything for this?"

Noctis frowned, already making his way into the other room, about to berate him for even thinking that because what kind of kingdom did Prompto think Lucis was, and what kind of person would he be if he let his best friend get executed simply for wearing his clothes, come on—

Oh. Oh no.

He hadn't even looked at what he was handing to Prompto, had just picked the bundle up and threw it towards him without a care in the world, without considering any of the dire consequences it had in store for him. A part of him wondered if it had been a subconscious thing, a form of self-punishment, or maybe even fate itself had orchestrated this to test his will.

Because not only was Prompto wearing his clothes, he was wearing his black clothes. Black sweatpants that hugged his ass and his legs nicely, and a thin black hoodie that clung to his waist and his shoulders, the hood part bunching up around the base of his throat. The longer parts of his hair kept brushing and falling against it as he frequently glanced down at himself.

Briefly - very briefly - some insane part of Noctis wondered if it would be an abuse of power if he asked Prompto into his services just so he could wear black all of the time.

"Noct?" Prompto was staring at him now, starting to look a little panicked. "Dude? Will I get executed for wearing this?"

Yes, he should have said. Yes, you will be executed for this, this should be highly illegal, let's quickly go and change you into the palest clothes I've got. Like white.

"Of course you won't get executed," he said instead. He wanted to wince at how breathless he sounded, painfully aware of the heat in his cheeks, and he prayed to every Astral he could think of that it wasn't showing on his skin, that Prompto wouldn't notice him blushing like some love-struck girl.

Prompto grinned and exaggeratedly ran his hand over his forehead. "Phew, you had me worried for a second." He frowned then, looking Noctis over with concern. "Hey, are you okay, man?"

Noctis tensed as his friend came closer to him, but he was unable to stop his eyes from roaming over him. Prompto always looked so skinny, but the black was flattering on him, wrapping around his form and revealing him as the athlete that he was. "I'm fine," Noctis murmured.

"You sure? You look kinda flustered," Prompto smiled a little, seemingly nervous. Then he licked his lips, about to continue, but—

Noctis snapped.

Before he could stop himself, he had his hands clenched in the material of the hoodie and was slamming Prompto up against the nearest wall. He only had a second to register the wide eyes and the "Whoa, Noct, what—" before he had his lips against Prompto's and their bodies pressed tight together.

There were hands pressing on his shoulders, fingers clenching in his t-shirt, and he panicked, ready to pull away because oh fuck what was he doing, but then he realized that Prompto was pulling him in, his mouth opening under Noctis's and a moan spilling out. Noctis pressed closer, shoving his thigh between Prompto's legs and letting him grind against it, burying his hands into that golden hair and pulling his head even further back, licking into his mouth and swallowing down every gasp and noise the blond made.

Prompto's hands fisted his t-shirt tightly as his neck was strained backwards, but he kept making those sweet little noises and kept trying to pull him even closer, like he wanted to climb into his skin, and Noctis decided there and then that if there was only one thing he could do until the end of time then this would be it. He didn't care if they ran out of breath, he didn't care how messy it got, he wanted Prompto to come apart at the seams, wanted him desperate and clinging to him and begging for mercy.

Eventually, though, they had to separate, and it was only then that Noctis's brain tried to start up again as he took in the sight before him. Prompto looked wrecked, leaning back against the wall as if his legs couldn't hold him up, mouth red and swollen, cheeks flushed, eyes dazed, his hair a mess. He would appreciate the perfect picture Prompto made a little more if it wasn't for the fact that he had just done that, he had lost his cool and had pinned his best friend against the wall and—

"Prom..." Noctis choked out. "Oh, man, I am so sorry, I didn't—I mean—"

"Shut up and kiss me again," Prompto said roughly, and good gods that voice. He had never heard Prompto sound like before, hadn't realized he could sound like that, and if he wasn't hard before then he most definitely was now. When he didn't move, Prompto let out a frustrated noise and grabbed him by the t-shirt, yanking him forward again until they were pressed flush together and their tongues were down each other's throats again.

Prompto sounded so good, moaning like his life depended on it, grinding against him and burying his hands in Noctis's hair and, yeah, that felt really good. Noctis dragged him away from the wall and had him shoved down on the couch in no time, groaning when Prompto wrapped a leg around his waist. It was a much better angle for their cocks to press together and Noctis rocked into the movement instantly, repeating that action when it felt so fucking good.

Prompto broke the kiss then, gasping and turning his head to the side. His hair was splayed out underneath him like a golden halo. "Maybe we should—ah fuck—" he groaned and arched under him when Noctis bit and licked down his throat. "Maybe we should get outta these clothes first?"

No way in fucking hell, Noctis should have said. I finally have you under me and in black no less, and you want me to give this up? "Later," he said. He grabbed Prompto by the hips and maneuvered him until they were perfectly aligned, wrapping his friend's legs around him before thrusting hard.

"Ah—Noct—your clothes—"

"I don't fucking care," Noctis snarled.

"Fuck," Prompto gasped. He buried his hands in Noctis's hair and pulled him back up for another frantic kiss. "What's brought this on, huh?" he asked, breathing heavily into Noctis's mouth as he rocked into his thrusts. "I—ngh—I practically pine after you for this long and you jump my bones just like that? Dude."

Noctis laughed despite himself, then cut off with a moan when Prompto sucked at his throat, just under his ear. "You really wanna talk it out right now?"

"Good point."

It didn't last long after that, not when Noctis pulled both their cocks out of their sweatpants and had them thrusting into his grip. Prompto was a mess, tossing his head side to side and practically sobbing into Noctis's kisses, hands up his t-shirt and clawing down his back.

Noctis hoped he left scratches.

Soon enough, Prompto was tensing, his legs tightening around Noctis's waist. "Noct—Noct—I'm gonna—"

"Yeah—me too."

And then Prompto was shaking and arching under him, crying out. The golden hair, the flushed cheeks and bruised lips, the black against the pale skin of his throat and hugging his body, Noctis was coming undone at the sight of him, and he bit into the flesh of Prompto's neck as his orgasm tore through him, electricity and fire running through his veins. It left him breathless and weak and he slumped even further into the body under him, uncaring of the mess they'd made of themselves.

They were silent and still for a moment, the only noise in the apartment being their frantic gasps for breath, and then Prompto was pulling at him, wrapping his arms and legs around his body once more and kissing him, slowly and sleepily, a smile on his lips the whole time.

And while Noctis's heart eventually slowed to a more healthy rate, it still clenched as fingers gently stroked up and down his sides, and he still shivered as Prompto licked into his mouth with soft, sated noises.

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"It's the colour," Noctis said later, his face once again buried in Prompto's neck.

"Hmm?" Prompto responded lazily. His hand was running through Noctis's hair, legs spread wide to make room for him, and just by that tone Noctis knew he had that stupid dopey smile on his face.

"Black," Noctis replied. "It really does look good on you."

The hand in his hair paused. "You mean you jumped my bones just because I was wearing black clothes?"

Gods. When it was said out loud—when he put it into actual words—gods. It sounded so insane.

Prompto's chest was moving up and down. Noctis glared at Prompto's throat, already knowing, but he lifted his head to check anyway and—yep, Prompto was laughing at him, with those sparkling blue eyes and that sunshine grin.

"Oh man, that's great," Prompto said between gasps for breath, "I am never gonna let you live this down, you know."

"Shut up," Noctis answered and buried his face back in the blond's throat, choosing to ignore how Prompto just laughed even more as he resumed stroking his hair, and choosing to ignore how his own lips were curling upwards into a grin.

Re: FILL 2/2: Re: Prompto/Noctis, black clothes

[(Anonymous)]

Oh my goddddddd holy fUCK!
Thank you so much i love with my whole heart. This is everything i wanted and more ;uuu; i love how Noctis made Iggy and Gladio wear black too im cri. Also that gods texting part made me laugh so much oh my god you have no idea
Prompto is just so cute and so innocent? While Noctis has a whole drama going down in his head. I'm so weak for this. Srsly i'm so glad you wrote this. I swear I'll send you all the cup noodles for this!
-OP

Not op

[(Anonymous)]

This was soo so good
Thank u for filling this. U wrote for the prompt so spectacularly
I love how gladio and iggy just KNOW and are just waiting on noct to get with his bestfriend
I just love the bff dynamics with promptis thank u soo much!