[It wasn't long before he felt Noctis felt Prompto tense beneath his touch. He let out a soft groan against his skin as he felt his hand covered in seed. He's ready to let the other omega take a moment to breath and let his body catch up, but apparently that's not what Gladio wants. Gladio pounds into the other and the prince doesn't know if he should tell him to stop or not. So instead, with his free hand, he runs his fingers through Prompto's hair and presses his lips against his temple.]

Fuck, Prompto. You're doing fine.

[He pulled away a bit before he pulled his hand covered in seed away and brought it to his mouth. He gave it a curious lick before he put two of his fingers into his mouth and sucked.]