]Kissing Prompto is a bit like kissing an overenthusiastic puppy. It's messy and full of energy, but it's so hot. Prompto never stops and Noctis is almost unsure how to keep up. Kissing him is so unlike kissing Gladio. He's used to his alpha taking control and slowing him down. This is the opposite and he's not sure if he should keep up or force him to slow down.

Prompto squirms and Noctis can't slow down for the world.

The prince's hands work their way down where they grope and rub the other through this boxers. He can tell already that he must be aching. He doesn't know how long he's been in heat, but he's familiar with the hot desperation that comes with it. Noctis kisses his way up Prompto's jaw, making sure to lick and suck in certain areas. If a few marks are left in his wake, he does't notice. At least not now. There are words whispered against his skin and the most beautiful high pitched noises coming from his friend.

Fingers slip beneath the waistband to stroke at the cock he finds underneath. He continues to nip at Prompto's neck before he whispers in his ear. ]

Come on, let's get you ready for Gladio. You want his knot, right?