[That purr only gives incentive for Prompto to kiss more, even as he can't take his half lidded gaze from Noct. The gaze has to break once he's in his room though, because Gladio kisses him again and his eyes once again close from the pleasure. He moans again and still doesn't quite understand the full meaning of the promise within the kiss, but he's starting to, if the way his body wants to arch into the alpha is any indication.
Almost too quickly, Gladio pulls away. Despite the unspoken promise, Prompto can't stop the protesting whimper that escapes his lips from the loss. But oh. They're kissing instead. The sight gives him mixed feelings. He's both honored and a little more turned on from being able to witness the bonded pair, but then his heat is also making him a little envious. He wants to be included too. And then, for a brief moment, worry flares in his chest that he might be coming between the two, and not in the good way.
But as soon as the worry starts, it stops. He would never let that happen. Besides, they both wanted him, or at least they had both agreed to this. And he wanted them both. Badly. Desperately, in his heat.
He finally released Noctis' shirt, but only so he could slip his hand underneath. He trailed his fingers against his best friend's skin, wanting to go higher or lower or anywhere, really, but he was still happy for the contact. Their kiss ends and Gladio speaks and suddenly Prompto is left with an imagined mental image of just how Noct 'gets ready' for Gladio. He moans quietly at the imagined image, then again at what that could mean for him.
Noct touches his chin and his head is easily moved so that he could look directly into Noct's eyes. His answer is spoken nearly before the question is even asked.]
Yes.
[He moves his other hand off of Gladio and instead tangles it in Noct's hair to pull him closer and further into a kiss. Prompto still isn't experienced, having only the two kisses with Gladio that Noct has seen, but he's just as enthusiastic as he was with Gladio. Almost instantly he opens his mouth for the other omega, licking and sucking and nipping at his lips.
He speaks through little pauses in their kiss, trying to make sure that Noct wouldn't have to ask that question again.]
More than sure. Always wanted you. Wanted you both... for so long.
[And if there was ever a moment when he couldn't get right back to the kiss, he would nuzzle him, or kiss his neck or cheek, or wherever. It was much harder to ignore the insistence of his heat; the 'distractions' were too closely tied with it now to really be called 'distractions' anymore. He squirmed a little, uncomfortable with the way his boxers confined him and rubbed against his skin. But there wasn't much he could do about it, even as he moved his hand from under Noct's shirt to tug at the waistband.]
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Almost too quickly, Gladio pulls away. Despite the unspoken promise, Prompto can't stop the protesting whimper that escapes his lips from the loss. But oh. They're kissing instead. The sight gives him mixed feelings. He's both honored and a little more turned on from being able to witness the bonded pair, but then his heat is also making him a little envious. He wants to be included too. And then, for a brief moment, worry flares in his chest that he might be coming between the two, and not in the good way.
But as soon as the worry starts, it stops. He would never let that happen. Besides, they both wanted him, or at least they had both agreed to this. And he wanted them both. Badly. Desperately, in his heat.
He finally released Noctis' shirt, but only so he could slip his hand underneath. He trailed his fingers against his best friend's skin, wanting to go higher or lower or anywhere, really, but he was still happy for the contact. Their kiss ends and Gladio speaks and suddenly Prompto is left with an imagined mental image of just how Noct 'gets ready' for Gladio. He moans quietly at the imagined image, then again at what that could mean for him.
Noct touches his chin and his head is easily moved so that he could look directly into Noct's eyes. His answer is spoken nearly before the question is even asked.]
Yes.
[He moves his other hand off of Gladio and instead tangles it in Noct's hair to pull him closer and further into a kiss. Prompto still isn't experienced, having only the two kisses with Gladio that Noct has seen, but he's just as enthusiastic as he was with Gladio. Almost instantly he opens his mouth for the other omega, licking and sucking and nipping at his lips.
He speaks through little pauses in their kiss, trying to make sure that Noct wouldn't have to ask that question again.]
More than sure. Always wanted you. Wanted you both... for so long.
[And if there was ever a moment when he couldn't get right back to the kiss, he would nuzzle him, or kiss his neck or cheek, or wherever. It was much harder to ignore the insistence of his heat; the 'distractions' were too closely tied with it now to really be called 'distractions' anymore. He squirmed a little, uncomfortable with the way his boxers confined him and rubbed against his skin. But there wasn't much he could do about it, even as he moved his hand from under Noct's shirt to tug at the waistband.]