[Damn, this was bad. Heat or no heat, he shouldn't want them as badly, nearly as desperately, as he did. Noct was his best friend, an omega like him. Biologically, he shouldn't even want him like that, right? But Prompto loved him. He'd been able to admit as much to himself for a while now. And okay, maybe there could be love without sexual attraction, but that wasn't the case with Prompto for as much as it probably should have been. Maybe it was because of the... attempted modifications that his biology was apparently fucked up, but that was something to worry about later. Then there was Gladio and that was a little more normal, but still pretty messed up. They weren't as good of friends as he and Noctis were, but they were still friends. And Gladio was at least an alpha which made Prompto's desire (and maybe some other budding feelings he wasn't ready to name yet?) for him more normal. But he was Noct's alpha. His best friend's alpha. The alpha of the man he loved.
Gods, this was so messed up.
Still, he couldn't focus too much on every reason why this was bad. Not when he looked between the two guys he wanted more than anything else in the world right now. Not when he saw the hints of flickering desires in their eyes reflected back at him.
Or was he just imagining that?
Screw it, he wanted them, he could still pretend they wanted him back, right? He blushed lightly at the concern they clearly had for him, but he couldn't help the little moan that released itself from his lips at the thought that Gladio broke down his door to try to save him. It pleased his omega instincts greatly that the alpha he desired would do something like that to keep him safe.
He tried to remind himself yet again that Gladio already had Noct, but said omega was standing close to him, looking down at him with what he imagined to be a look more than it was. Noct's concern, while not quite as pleasing to his omega instincts still made his heart pound. Gods help him, he really did love Noctis. Fuck. This wasn't helping to abate his desires.]
I... I um...
[While he loved their concern, he had no idea what to do with their apologies. He should be the one to apologize. He... should have answered his phone? Was that was it was about? He shouldn't have made them worry because now they were here and... and they knew. Maybe if he just told them what he was, they wouldn't have been here either, they probably would have figured something like this. They could have avoided it, not have to sit here and smell him while he was probably giving off all these pheromones or whatever they were.
He should apologize.]
I... I'm...
[He tried to swallow down his emotions, his pain at having forced them into this position, his desires still ever present. His eyes watered again from the frustration and despair at not being able to voice what he wanted to. And from the constant reminder that even so close, he could never have them.]
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Gods, this was so messed up.
Still, he couldn't focus too much on every reason why this was bad. Not when he looked between the two guys he wanted more than anything else in the world right now. Not when he saw the hints of flickering desires in their eyes reflected back at him.
Or was he just imagining that?
Screw it, he wanted them, he could still pretend they wanted him back, right? He blushed lightly at the concern they clearly had for him, but he couldn't help the little moan that released itself from his lips at the thought that Gladio broke down his door to try to save him. It pleased his omega instincts greatly that the alpha he desired would do something like that to keep him safe.
He tried to remind himself yet again that Gladio already had Noct, but said omega was standing close to him, looking down at him with what he imagined to be a look more than it was. Noct's concern, while not quite as pleasing to his omega instincts still made his heart pound. Gods help him, he really did love Noctis. Fuck. This wasn't helping to abate his desires.]
I... I um...
[While he loved their concern, he had no idea what to do with their apologies. He should be the one to apologize. He... should have answered his phone? Was that was it was about? He shouldn't have made them worry because now they were here and... and they knew. Maybe if he just told them what he was, they wouldn't have been here either, they probably would have figured something like this. They could have avoided it, not have to sit here and smell him while he was probably giving off all these pheromones or whatever they were.
He should apologize.]
I... I'm...
[He tried to swallow down his emotions, his pain at having forced them into this position, his desires still ever present. His eyes watered again from the frustration and despair at not being able to voice what he wanted to. And from the constant reminder that even so close, he could never have them.]