[Prompto gasped at the first touch Noct gives him, even though his boxers are still in the way. It's already better than touching himself, but those damn boxers! Why did he even put them back on? He tugs at them again just as he rocks up into Noct's hand and they finally move down a little bit, but still not enough.
But then Noct is licking and sucking on his skin and he can't help but tremble and moan loudly. So close to certain spots, but not quite. He feels breathless in his desperation and desire. He hopes marks are left even if they're not really in the right spots.
Noct's hand moves off of him, but only for a moment before he's touched directly. Prompto must be breathing because he let out an even louder moan. Noct's hand feels so much better than his own and he rocks into that hand again. His own hand clenches tighter in Noct's hair, making sure he doesn't pull away.
He shouldn't have worried though, because Noct speaks and Prompto takes that as a promise too. He doesn't actually know what it feels like to have a knot inside him, but gods, he's wanted to for a long time. He needs it.]
Aah, yeeees. Please. More. Noct...
[Please get him ready! The words are hard to say around his panting desperation and moans.
He hears Gladio's voice and his gaze instantly darts from his best friend to the alpha that just reentered his room. He barely remembered why Gladio had to leave for a moment in the first place, but now he was back. And shirtless. It wasn't anything Prompto hadn't seen before, but he'd never get over just how good Gladio looked. And those muscles.
He moved into Noct's hand again. He looked between the two of them, wanting both of them so much. But he couldn't find the words anymore.]
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But then Noct is licking and sucking on his skin and he can't help but tremble and moan loudly. So close to certain spots, but not quite. He feels breathless in his desperation and desire. He hopes marks are left even if they're not really in the right spots.
Noct's hand moves off of him, but only for a moment before he's touched directly. Prompto must be breathing because he let out an even louder moan. Noct's hand feels so much better than his own and he rocks into that hand again. His own hand clenches tighter in Noct's hair, making sure he doesn't pull away.
He shouldn't have worried though, because Noct speaks and Prompto takes that as a promise too. He doesn't actually know what it feels like to have a knot inside him, but gods, he's wanted to for a long time. He needs it.]
Aah, yeeees. Please. More. Noct...
[Please get him ready! The words are hard to say around his panting desperation and moans.
He hears Gladio's voice and his gaze instantly darts from his best friend to the alpha that just reentered his room. He barely remembered why Gladio had to leave for a moment in the first place, but now he was back. And shirtless. It wasn't anything Prompto hadn't seen before, but he'd never get over just how good Gladio looked. And those muscles.
He moved into Noct's hand again. He looked between the two of them, wanting both of them so much. But he couldn't find the words anymore.]
Please...