[That roll of Prompto's hips makes Noctis groan way too easily. He didn't even think about how aroused he actually is until this hips deliciously pressed up against his and now his vision is a bit hazy. Filled with Prompto's kisses to his jaw and his touches, fingers all over his skin and it's almost too much.
He doesn't know what he wants, Prompto is making it really hard to make a coherent train of thought right now. So he speaks when he gets some semblance of dignity and isn't pushing his hips roughly against Prompto's.]
You... let me do whatever I want to you. So what do you want? [Noct's tongue trails a hot path over Prompto's neck to his ear,] I'll give you anything you ask for.
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He doesn't know what he wants, Prompto is making it really hard to make a coherent train of thought right now. So he speaks when he gets some semblance of dignity and isn't pushing his hips roughly against Prompto's.]
You... let me do whatever I want to you. So what do you want? [Noct's tongue trails a hot path over Prompto's neck to his ear,] I'll give you anything you ask for.