[Everything is hot. His whole body is hot with desire and he can feel himself already aching. There's so much he wants, and one of those things is Gladio's knot. His fingers still work themselves inside of Prompto. He knows that he has to prep him open, but that large cock is right there. The hand in his hair keeps him still as it thrusts upward and into Noctis' already willing mouth.

Unfortunately that doesn't last long. Prompto is ordered to his knees and Noctis' fingers pull out.

Noctis hisses when his hair is tugged and he's forced off of his alpha's cock. He lets out a whimper at the loss of contact but then their mouths are crushed together. Words are practically growled out against his lips and there is no way he can ignore them. It's an order loud and clear, and it makes Noctis shudder. The command his alpha has over him (over both of them) is strong, and the only thing the prince can think about is how he needs to satisfy him.

If that involves helping out the other omega, then so be it. He gives a weak nod of acknowledgment.]

I-I'll be good... Promise.