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[Noct can't resist from burying his fingers in those uneven strands of Prompto's hair as he leans in against him. The shudder that runs through him at the contact is more than visible.

Choices, choices...]

We could do both... [Noctis says, a tad bit breathless. He can't help it when Prompto's like this, okay?] I'd love to... return the favor.

[He pulls only slightly away so he can lean down to steal a very short, teasing kiss with a wide smile.] Since you've been so patient and waited for me.

[ he hums under his breath, trying to press into the slide of noct's fingers and even the kiss he gives him. but it's not enough, and prompto's close to whining about it, though it gets stuck somewhere when his fuzzy brain finally processes what it is noct is saying. ]

Oh... [ he laughs, and then, without any finesse, he leans away and plops back down on the pillows. and spreads his legs a little. ] Okay, I'm so down for that. [ there's a pause. ] Wait, did you, uh, want me to do you first? Or we could go at the same time? Never tried that before, but I've seen some stuff.

[ oh em gee why can't he shut up. sorry, noct, he knows this isn't sexy. ]

[Noct doesn't hesitate to follow him down- after kicking off the pants and remaining in only his underwear. He shifts Prompto's legs even more apart, gnawing on his lower lip as he takes in the sight of him sprawled on the pillows like this.]

Shhh... I'll take care of you first, [he runs his hands down Prompto's thighs and then undoes his pants so he can tug them off.] I made you wait, didn't I? You should be first to get a treat.

[There is no moment of hesitation, he leans over to mouth at the skin on the edge of Prompto's underwear, peering up at him through his bangs as he slowly goes lower, humming softly. His hands are back on Prompto's legs, now slipping to tease the sensitive skin of the inner thigh.]

[ prompto squirms like he's helping either of them by getting out of his pants. mostly, he's just worried about kneeing noct in the nose or something; he doesn't need to make it that awkward. ]

Dude. [ he huffs out a laugh that melts into a quiet moan with the pressure of noct's hands on his hips and thighs. ] Don't say it like that. It's just a, uh – it's, you know. One friend helpin' another friend out.

[ that probably sounds worse, but whatever. he's flushed and happy, and noct looks so gorgeous like that, tilting his head in a way he can meet his gaze when he looks up. prompto almost thinks about saying that out loud. yet, he just bites his tongue and lifts a hand to brush at noct's hair like he's waiting for something else to happen. and if noct gets far enough to touch him, well... he's already hard, so he doubts it would take long to get anything going. ]

[The pressure of his hands continues, fingers digging into sensitive skin, leaving obvious red spots in their wake. Then they travel up and slip right under the lower edges of Prompto's underwear, sneaking up to the hipbones, obviously avoiding touching the middle.

The middle is reserved for his mouth. That is currently trailing the shape of Prompto's erection over the underwear, slowly, all the way down, letting his teeth graze softly over the fabric. He tries to keep the eye contact with Prompto all the while, wanting to see his face and expressions.

What can he say? Prompto flushes so easily.]

[ if he wants to see him flush, then he's going to see him flush because prompto floods with color the very second noct traces the shape of him with his mouth. it's so, so hot, and he pants, parting his thighs as if to ask for more without actually saying anything. he could probably babble on for hours about something irrelevant, just to keep his mind somewhere else. yet, he wants to focus on noct, and his fingers curl a bit into his hair, trying to urge him closer. ]

Come on, Noct. You didn't say anything about teasing me.

[ basically, if he doesn't at least get his mouth on his skin, he's going to be even more embarrassed when he comes in his underwear. he honestly doesn't want that to happen. so, if noct doesn't do something soon, prompto is definitely going to retaliate somehow. he just needs to think of what exactly. ]

Well, since you ask so nicely...

[He had, indeed, intended to keep on teasing him for a little while, but he wants to hear those soft moans become way, way louder. The hands that were in the underwear, tug it down, letting Noct's mouth and tongue finally come in contact with Prompto's length. He keeps his tongue pressed flat at the base, the draws a slow line all the way up to the tip, humming softly as he finally takes him in his mouth, his eyes closing.

If that hand tightens on his hair, Noctis definitively won't mind it.]

Ah –

[ his back arches with the contact, trying to simultaneously seek out more and curl away from it in one motion. he doesn't understand how they can never get tired of doing things like this with each other. messing around, exploring what they like. he'd have never guessed that this is something that could have happened between them, but this place... it's changed them both. hopefully towards something better than what they'd been.

but prompto honestly isn't thinking about that right now, shifting to get himself a bit more comfortable. his fingers do grip at noct's hair tighter, trying to draw him down to suck more of him into his mouth, and it's such a selfish move, gasping a little louder every time noct does something he really likes. this is definitely going to get embarrassing real fast. can he blame it on the alcohol? ]

Noct. [ it's a flat out whine, not even caring if he gets loud. it's his place, and they're the only two in it. ] Please...

[Noctis doesn't intend to pull away, even if Prompto's hands by some miracle let him. He moans deeply when the fingers tug and push and he complies obediently to the push. Taking him almost all the way down, his hand replacing anything he can't reach.

He doesn't care how fast or slow Prompto is going to come- Noct just wants to make him feel good. Running his tongue slowly on the underside, he lifts his head up, sucking all the way. Just the fact that he's doing this to Prompto is a pleasure in itself.]

[ cool. he's died and gone to heaven. or whatever might be closest to it, squirming a little as the pleasure just floods its way through him. he feels it in his toes, deep in his stomach, in his chest. his heart flutters, and he yanks at noct's hair this time, snapping his hips up and trying not to lose it entirely the second his orgasm slams him from out of nowhere.

it steals his breath, leaves him seeing stars, and... yeah. maybe they should do stuff like this a little more often when they're tipsy. prompto does his best to keep his eyes open, wanting to watch noct and see just how much he swallows—if he swallows at all. yet, it's too much work and he falls back against the cushions, panting heavily until he manages to catch his breath once more. then, he's pressing his hands over his eyes and wishing he could disappear because he can't believe he literally came in like three minutes. ]

[Noctis doesn't pull away and yes- he swallows as much as he can, considering how hard Prompto's hands were holding him in place. The bigger part of it went down, making a bit of a mess on Noct's chin as he pulls up, looking like a cat that caught canary. Or in this case, a Chocobo.

He sits up, pushing a drip from the chin with his finger up to his mouth and sighs, looking content- despite that he's showing off an erection himself. Prompto looks so good sprawled like that. His lips twitch and he completely takes off Prompto's underwear, tossing it aside, and leans down to trail kisses up Prompto's stomach to his chest.]

Delightful.

[ so that? probably one of the hottest things he's ever seen, but he doesn't get a chance to really look much because noct is kissing him and he's wiggling under him, huffing out some noncommittal sound as his fingers slip from his hair to his shoulders. then, he's trying to tug him up so they're flush together and he can nuzzle at his cheek. ]

Mmm. [ it's a mindless hum, hooking a leg around noct to hold him close. he can feel how hard he is just from that, and prompto lazily lifts his hips to grind against him. ] You want me to do something about this? [ another press of his body against noct's, and he loops an arm around his back, trying to hold him close. he loves this, he decides in that moment. he loves how comfortable they are together and how hot the sex always is. he just loves noct, and he wants to tell him so badly that it almost burns its way out of him. but rather than say anything, he just mouths at his jaw. ] Or maybe you wanna do something else?

[ he means the part where he rolls over and noct fucks him. but he's honestly very easy right now. super, super easy. ]

[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.

[ it's a lot harder for him to think when he's swimming in the haze of being both tipsy and swimming in the afterglow of an orgasm, but prompto really tries get his tongue to work, wishing he'd had the foresight to bring lube to their little floor party. all of that is back in his bedroom, and he's mourning the idea that they'd have to stumble their way there. still, he tilts his head back to give noct room as he kisses him, his body warm and gently easing them into a jerky rhythm where he's grinding against noct. ]

Lemme think... [ except there's really no thinking about it at all because his brain has turned itself off. ] Really wanna feel you in me right now, but pretty sure it'd take too long. [ if only he'd thought about doing something about it ahead of time, though an idea occurs to him as he drags his fingers through noct's hair. ] What if I rolled over and you did it between my thighs?

[ good thing he's drunk because he'd have had a really tough time saying that out loud sober. ]

[Good thing they are both tipsy because Noct would be as red as that tomato he hates. But right now, he's just merely flushed from the attention and arousal and he wants, needs more.

And Prompto's suggestion makes such a hot mental image for him he's surprised it didn't bring him close to the edge just thinking about it.]

Turn around... [Noct breathes hotly, barely holding himself back from turning Prompto himself. But he can control himself. For now.]

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