Quis sum? - Quis esse volo? - Quis esse vis?
(Who am I? - Who do I want to be? - Who do you want to be?)
a Final Fantasy XV Episode Duscae inspired fanfiction
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Genre: yaoi, romance, fantasy/sci-fi, psychological/supernatural
Pairings: Noctis/Prompto, later in the story slight Ravus/Noctis (Gladio/Cidney, Ignis/Gentiana - each relationship being only mentioned)
Warnings: slash (Rating M), mild language
Summary: Noctis, Prompto, Ignis and Gladiolus are on the run from the Niflheim invaders, who have stolen the Crystal of the Lucis Kingdom and who are responsible for King Regis Lucis Caelum's death. Now, Prince Noctis is on a journey of revenge, to not only get the Crystal and reclaim his Kingdom back, but to also find himself as a human being and his place in this from God forsaken world. When his soulmate awakens to inherit his own, profound powers, their fates are tangled even tighter than they had ever thought to be possible.
Comment by author: Hey dear readers! This is the very first story I have ever written. After playing the terrific Final Fantasy XV Episode Duscae demo, I thought, there were not enough fanfics for this game and now I would like to contribute some to this fandom. Yes, even when the game is far from completion and even when we do not know enough of the story and the characters roles therein. Be as it may, it's a lot of fun to think up and implement my own ideas on "paper" around those gorgeous characters, so at least I hope to make some of you happy with my works! I myself am a FF XIII Versus fanatic ever since the very first trailer had been shown in the year 2006, and finally I did get my hands on something substantial! Playing the demo felt like a dream come true and I can't wait for the full game to come out (hopefully sometime next year).
Enjoy! I would love to hear your feedback, please be so kind and tell me what you liked, what you didn't, what I could do better next time or what you would like to see/read in the next chapters :)!
P.S.: English is not my first language, so please be not too strict about grammatical errors. With my future stories I thrive to improve my writing and language skills. Thank you in advance for your kind support.
~ KAMUEL
Chapter One - Awakening - Noctis POV
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I slowly open my sleepy eyes to find myself looking at a familiar hand in front of me. Fingertips tickle lightly the sensitive skin under my chin and my tired gaze follows the length of the outstretched arm, pausing to look at the face while trying to figure out to whom those cheeky fingers belong to.
It's completely dark in our tent and yet, the powers that reside inside of me since birth do allow me to see beyond the normal human spectrum of light. I find the sight before me hilarious and instantly I can feel the corners of my lips move upwards.
Prompto's mouth is wide open, snoring slightly on irregular intervals and lying on the tent's ground with his face turned in my direction. A sight which invokes an immediate urge to let out a chuckle, but I probably should hold it back because I wouldn't want to be the one responsible for waking everyone up. After the stressful ordeals of the past week, my childhood friends deserve the best sleep that they can get...
So I take this opportunity to let my gaze slowly wander over my best friend's relaxed face, never getting tired of memorizing all of his imperfections and freckles adorning his skin.
Then, slowly, my gaze wanders lazily further down, and I have to raise my eyebrow in a sudden recognition of the material that is squished tightly to his chest. A soft smile appears on my lips as I shake my head in amusement. Prompto seems to be drooling on a shirt, the dark fabric crumpled up as he clutches the material firmly against him.
Heh, so he managed to steal my shirt back from Ignis on the evening before, once again. Clearly it's now too late to rescue the rumpled shirt from this big teddy bear anyway. This time I can't hold back the soft chuckle from escaping and I hope against hope that it's not loud enough to alert my sleeping mates around me.
The thing is, I can't exactly remember when all of this started. I guess it was a few weeks ago, when Prompto suddenly began his nightly ritual to cuddle with my worn shirts, and I probably should find the fact of him doing something weird like this slightly disturbing. But, the strange thing is, I don't mind. A guy cuddling during sleep with a shirt belonging to another guy isn't normal by any standards, but I've experienced a whole lot of strange things during my life, so, I do what I always do and just shrug this funny quirk of his off. If my shirts help him to sleep better, then who am I to stop him from stealing my laundry each and every day? We're best friends, right? As long as he doesn't cuddle with my underpants, all is well.
Letting out a small snort at my last thought, I place my arm under my head to make myself comfortable on the tent's ground, well, as comfortable as one can get under such circumstances, and then I continue to watch Prompto's funny face fondly. There are moments, where I'm terribly sleepy, fighting to keep my eyes open just to watch him sleep. At other times, like tonight, I find myself completely awake, catching myself yet again as I continue to watch him sleep. So in a way, one could say I do some very strange things in return. This weird obsession of mine repeats each and every single night, ever since he and I sleep in close proximity for the past few weeks.
I don't even know why I feel compelled to do this, it's only now that I start to question my unusual behavior.
Somehow, the sight of Prompto sleeping, his close presence at my side, always manages to calm me down. I often wish that I could sleep at night as tightly as he does.
What does it feel like to wake up well-rested?
My body tonight is beyond tired, muscles and bones protesting from over-using my strength and magical resources, but my restless mind just doesn't allow me to rest. Maybe it's just my imagination, but I have this inkling that there is something inside of me which doesn't allow me to get a whole night of restful sleep. This inkling has only grown since the day I've been outside of Insomnia. Just another anomaly to add to the list of anomalies in my quite complicated life.
With my inability to sleep tight, forcing myself to go back to sleep now, especially when all those conflicting emotions rumble nonstop inside of me, would only backfire and bring up some terrible nightmares, just as past experiences in my early childhood have shown me so far.
The only thing that I can do for now is to lay awake. Wide awake. Estimated to last for several hours, and for the usual, uneasy slumber to claim me only shortly before the sun goes up. The same procedure as yesterday, as the day before, and as the months prior, and pretty much ever since I can walk and talk.
Insomnia, the city where I was born. Sometimes I can't help but wonder at the ironic name the Capital of Lucis bears. Surely there must be a hidden connection somewhere, between my inability to sleep deep and my ancestry, my fore bearers, who once upon a time had chosen to name my birthplace 'Insomnia'. A mere coincidence? I don't think so.
Well, poor me, here I am. I've turned into an incurable insomniac. My nights are spent mostly having sleepy, bulgy eyes, while staring either at a boring wall to let my muddled thoughts wander aimlessly, or enjoying a staring contest with the ceiling once in a while, trying to come up with some entertaining daydreams. To relieve me of my severe boredom, I sometimes like to change the scenery, so I usually turn around on my side to take a look outside of my window. A luxury I obviously can't afford right now. One can only imagine how ready I feel to claw my own eyes out.
Alas, as there are no windows installed inside of our tent tonight, I have one last, and perhaps the most favorite, entertaining option left.
To watch Prompto's handsome sleeping face...
I just don't know what in the world is happening to me these days, this curious fascination I have with my childhood friend recently. The closer I look for some enlightening answers, even more strange feelings resurface from within whenever my mind is occupied with various thoughts of him. I just don't understand where all those fluttering emotions suddenly come from... and I somehow fear to learn their true meaning, something which might tie into the theme of my dreams that haunt me lately.
Before I woke up, I had one of those mysterious dreams again. It's been years since I've had any kind of dreams that don't fit into the nightmare category. Guess, the events of the past few weeks have shaken my subconscious mind up pretty badly. Even if I don't remember any major details now that I'm wide awake, a fleeting pang of sorrow, a fierce longing squeezes my heart in a bittersweet, painful way.
I dreamed of this person again, the face always blurry, who calls desperately for my name. I tug at those warm hands which hold my own tightly, wishing nothing more than for us to stay alive. But this person, he repeats the same words over and over. He shouts 'I'll protect you! Run to safety, run!', and then, the person pushes me forcefully out of the way. In my dream, I'm terribly afraid to let go of his hand, because there is this imminent knowledge that he won't make it alive. Before I can even get a small, detailed glimpse of his face, I always wake up, drenched in cold sweat from terror.
Whenever I think of him, my heart races a thousand miles. The area around it feels as if it's squeezed tightly in a loving but yearning embrace with this person. There is such a strong connection to him. Meanwhile, I want so badly this bond to become real...
How is it possible to miss somebody that much? How is it possible to miss someone you know from the inside out, but you have never met before?
Who is he? Why does he feel so familiar? Are those dreams distant memories perhaps? A past life, or alternate timeline?
I run the palm of my hand over my chest to caress over my aching heart in hopes to ease those intense feelings. Ever since the very first dream I had about him, I feel for this person so strongly, something I've never felt for anyone before. It feels somewhat terrifying in its strength and potency.
Eos, this drives me mad. At this point I feel like I'm already a lost cause. I yearn, crave and long to meet the person from my dreams with all my might, hoping that he won't be only a figment of my own, frenzied imagination. Eos only knows, I've experienced a lot of negative things lately, which might have messed with my mind a lot.
In those dreams, this person obviously saves my life each time. I can't express often enough how sick I am of the fact that everyone takes risks to protect me, to save me. So many people dear to me died already because of me.
It's for that reason that I need to become stronger.
Never again will I run away to save myself like I did a few weeks ago.
Never again.
My eyes wander fondly over the figures lying asleep beside me. I can't help but let out a determined sigh as I raise my hands up to rub the weariness out from my exhausted face. Balling my hands into fists, I swear to myself this night once again to grow stronger, to protect everyone, to become the King everyone expects me to be and beyond.
To me, my friend's lives are more important than my own.
Taking a shaky breath, I roll over to lie on my back, groaning slightly as I stretch my entire body on the thin mattress under me. Damn, how I miss my comfortable bed! Sleeping night after night on the ground slowly kills my back. Heck, it's killing us all before any dangerous creature lurking outside of these flimsy walls stands even a chance to ever sneer at us. I can't help it, this thought is amusing and I snort silently to myself.
While looking up at the tent ceiling, I start to daydream again, letting my thoughts wander to our current situation.
My childhood friends and myself are, one could say, in a pinch. A certain blond someone had to wreck our car a week ago. Don't ask me for any details as I was asleep at the crucial time when this famous mishap happened. Even the culprit himself has absolutely no clue how he managed to do what he did. Ignis had been absolutely certain, that sabotage is not on Prompto's list of skills. Well, let's just say I believe him.
Because we are on the run, and I sadly don't have any access to my inheritance that my father left me with, we need to collect a fair amount of money for car repair. At least this situation gives us something to do, giving us time to plan carefully our next step, and it gives us time to heal and to mourn the people that we have lost...
Eos, I tried not to think about it, and yet I do it again. The invasion of the Niflheim Empire still too strong in the forefront of my mind.
I would love nothing more than to pay Niflheim the visit they truly deserve. After ruining our Kingdom, terrorizing and killing our innocent people, stealing the Crystal and daring to murder my father...
A stab of sharp pain rushes through my heart and I squeeze the thin mattress under me until the knuckles of my hands start hurting.
Whenever I think of it, there is this unquenchable thirst for revenge, an untamable rage wreaking havoc inside of me.
I seek justice.
Yet, at the same time, I have to agree with Ignis to be patient. I'm not ready, I need to get stronger first. Now, almost three weeks later since the invasion happened, I have finally somewhat calmed down. The loss and the destruction of our home still hurts like hell, but at least I'm calm enough to plan ahead. Now I can see millions of ways to pay our enemies back. My own pain will be nothing compared to what all those mad people will suffer at my hands.
I squeeze my eyes tightly shut, desperate to not let any new tears appear behind my closed eyelids. I've cried enough, I've mourned enough. Now the time has come to search for answers, to look for solutions, to get stronger and to prepare to claim our home back.
Heaving a tired sigh, I wait for sleep to finally take me over, all the while listening to the soft breathing sounds of what I would call my closest family. They are everything I have left, their presence and support giving me tremendous hope and strength. Without them, I sincerely doubt that I'd still be alive today.
I feel forever grateful, from the bottom of my heart, to have my childhood friends here by my side.
...
In the morning I wake up to the dreadful sound of the alarm.
How deeply I loathe hearing this horrible tone...
Listening to this every damn morning feels like suffering diarrhea, or constipation, or preferably both at the same time. I imagine birth pangs to be more forgiving than having to listen to this high pitched beeping every day.
I roll over with a heavy grunt as far into the soft wall as possible, pretending to be asleep. I entertain my weary brain with tempting images of wrecking Ignis' smartphone. Like, throwing it with all my might against a stone wall with a satisfying loud crash, or smashing it gleefully apart with my boots, or letting the annoying device coincidentally slip between my fingers straight into the cold and deep sea outside. I'd thoroughly enjoy the view as the cute, massive Garula creatures stomp this awful invention into billions and trillions of pieces, and then, I'll-
A hand comes down to shake my shoulder suddenly, interrupting my sinful thoughts about a certain smartphone. I hear Prompto chuckling out loud at my pathetic whine to let me sleep just a little bit longer.
But then, Ignis opens up the tent, inevitably letting the first, blinding sunshine rays inside, and I hide my face with my arm in a futile attempt to block off the light. As every morning, I can hear Ignis and Prompto leaving the tent first, while Gladio pulls on my arm forcefully to make me sit up. With a huge yawn, I resist him, even if I know, sooner rather than later, that I'll have to resign to my horrible fate.
So I force my body into a somewhat sitting position. With eyelids that are more closed than open, I stare straight ahead at my feet, and I wonder briefly why in the world they won't respond to my forceful thoughts of standing up.
My eyes drift shut again, my body growing heavy with sleep, and I think I must have fallen asleep again for a few long minutes, because Prompto's pleasant smelling aftershave reaches my nose even before he shows up from the left side to give some godawful, teasing slaps to my still dog-tired face. Yesterday, and if I remember correctly this happened on the day before as well, I already got a handful dose of daring slaps against my cheek from Prompto. What's up with those, did he suddenly turn himself into a sadist over night?
"Come on Sleeping Beauty, rise and shine!" He laughs out loud, successfully avoiding my annoyed punch aimed at his chest.
"I dare you to call me that one more time, Prompto," is all that I can grunt back, the uttered warning sounding much fonder in my ears than I had anticipated. I utterly despise being called Sleeping Beauty, really.
Prompto just laughs cheekily, and I swear, would it be anyone else besides my mates doing such stunts, I would tell them to go fuck themselves several times over. It's crude, I know. But even the Prince of Lucis needs some improper words to express his raw emotions sometimes. Not that I've ever dared to utter those words outside the circle of my closest friends.
"Maybe I should I kiss you awake?" He sing-songs teasingly next to my ear.
My eyes are still closed, but I imagine Prompto grinning widely as he imitates some embarrassing kissing sounds straight into my ear, and by Eos, it's equally embarrassing how I'm not able to hold off the involuntary shudder that travels down my body. Before I can stop myself, I already can feel my body levitating further and further to his side, but thank Eos, he already moves out of my reach to go outside.
For now I decide to ignore, once again, my strange reaction to Prompto's teasing, and then I hear him call, louder than usual, "Aaah! What a great morning! Noct, come on, you need to see this!"
I think to myself, yeah Prompto, please go ahead and show the Behemoth where his exquisite tasting breakfast has its hideout. It's like he almost has a death wish, almost.
Ignis seems to agree with him just as cheerfully, which by the way is very unusual for him, "Indeed it is. Let's eat something first, and after, we shall track down the trails of the Behemoth, the path we discovered yesterday must lead to his hidden lair. We probably should take this opportunity to train and polish our skills some more before we can even think of being ready to confront the giant cat."
Gladio pumps his fists together, calling for me, "All right! Noct, did you hear that? Get your pretty ass out here!"
The only thing left to do for me, after hearing my friends talk and call for me, is to sigh in a very, very miserable way. My fingers dig into the thin mattress below, the very last line of my defense, really, because I'm so close to just let myself fall back on it, no matter how uncomfortable, and to just flirt shamelessly once more with sleep.
"Come on Noct! You can sleep once we have our car back, we have a lot to catch up today," Gladio, best bodyguard and training partner that I could ever wish for, comes over to give me his signature manly slap on my back, and I feel like having my eyeballs slapped out of my skull. Funnily enough, this seems to finally do the trick and my feet are following my forceful command to stand up.
Eos, this is such a torture... why me?
It still takes me a few long and painful minutes to drag myself out of the tent, but once outside, I breathe in the fabulous fresh air, my eyes trying to adapt to the bright sunlight. I stretch my back and legs a few times, and then I let my eyes leisurely roam over the stunning landscape (over which I won't think to ever grow bored admiring), and then I look further to my right where my mates are waiting for me, smiling and waving.
Well, on the positive side, this situation has given us all something truly special. Never before could we be all by ourselves to enjoy the nature outside of Lucis. Here are no longer any bodyguards, no restrictions, no regulations and no schedule to follow. I have heard many tales in the past, of how our Crystal protected our lands for many generations, but to finally see for myself what lies beyond the protective wall of Insomnia, is simply incredible. This is a place where the power of the Crystal couldn't reach and where wildlife has taken over.
Wasteland or not, I feel my excitement grow, and I just can't wait to fully explore the Duscae region and the lands beyond.
...
After many hours of walking, running, jumping and crawling around in mud, trying to trace down the dangerous Behemoth (who we still couldn't find today), fighting annoying Sabertusks (hell, they were dodging so fast, that constantly aiming at trees and bushes was slowly getting awkward), meeting gigantic Garulas (they were seriously cute, I couldn't hit any of those, but Ignis did recommend their steaks for our stamina so Gladio and and Prompto had to hunt a few) and after having some major brawls with some defiant Magiteck soldiers (who, by the way, were incredibly tough) back and forth all day, I quickly began to eat my own words from this morning.
Yeah, I definitely was looking forward to 'exploring' these lands, my tired, royal ass. But after having our exploring asses kicked by various species of the lovely Duscae region, we all unceremoniously decided to go back to the Coernix gas station before night crawls in. Back to where Cidney waits for us, or better said, where she waits for our money, or to be more precise, where she waits for Gladio.
I smirk to myself at that final part. Ever since Gladio met Cidney for the first time a few days ago, he had been immediately hooked on her, talking to her nonstop whenever we visit her, and well, I haven't seen her turning his not so subtle advances down, yet. I'm curious to see how far he will take this, as everyone else in our group lacks experience with the other gender. Our strict upbringing didn't give us many opportunities for us to 'sow one's wild oats'. Gladio is the only one between us with the most experience in dating matters.
Anyway, back to the previous topic.
We all agreed, that sleeping one more night cramped inside the tent, on the hard floor, risking choking on overwhelming odors of sweat and dirt, would definitely be the end of us. No amount of aftershave and deodorant will be able to hide this tonight. Truly, it doesn't have to become manlier than that for us to feel connected like real close buddies. We already are close enough, thank you very much, and there is indeed no need for further demonstration. So spending the night in the expensive caravan, especially when our tired bodies are in a dire need to clean off all the stench, filth and slime of ourselves from the fighting sessions accumulated these past few days, a hot shower suddenly became the strongest motivator for our exhausted feet to keep on walking the very last few miles.
Oh, by the way, Prompto has made a total mess of himself. I need to stifle a chuckle, careful not to start up a full belly laugh at the priceless sight of him. Today we all kind of managed to look like swines who have enjoyed taking several mud baths one after another. But Prompto's attire is by all means on a whole other level. It's pushing beyond the usual dimensions of grime and dirt and I quickly hide my mouth with my hand as I look him up and down, trying my best not to laugh out loud. While Ignis and Gladio could keep their composure even in the most challenging of fights, landing hit after hit elegantly back on their feet, Prompto was doing his very best to keep as much contact with the ground below him as possible.
Both of us stop walking. Prompto seems to know that I stare at him right now, and I smirk at his dismayed expression when he turns around to challenge me into a staring contest.
"What?" He glares at me now, as if reading my mind, both of us knowing very well how I like to pull his leg about his fighting techniques and wild acrobatic jumps.
But to come to his defense, he never could enjoy any professional training, not any of the kind that Ignis, Gladio and myself have gotten drummed into our skulls since childhood. That's why Prompto jumps around a lot, rolling on the ground back and forth as if to become one with the vegetation around him, and more often than not, he completely exhausts himself out of sheer youthful enthusiasm. I applaud his courage and we all do appreciate his will to try his very best regardless. But still, I just simply enjoy to the fullest to tease him relentlessly about it, I'm aware of his attempts to impress me at every given opportunity.
I snap out of my thoughts, because Prompto suddenly approaches me, like a predator usually does to his prey, still full on glaring at me.
With a strong warning in his voice, he growls playfully, "Noct, run, or else..." He holds his arms up, prepared to catch a hold of me and only then do I start to back away from him, slowly, steadily and grinning widely.
"Just look at yourself," I mock him, getting into a very good mood right now for a playful brawl between us as I add, "all the mud clinging on you will slow you down. No matter how fast you are, you won't get me."
He finally looks down on himself, realizing probably for the first time how messy his clothes truly are while stumbling over a rock with a complete hilarious expression on his face, and hell, I can't help it, he looks so damn funny that I can't contain the laughter anymore. I gave my all, honestly, I really, really tried to hold it inside of me for the past hour or so, but his face right now is just too priceless!
Prompto immediately catches up to me, using his chance to jump on my back, holding himself up tightly on my neck and lifting his legs off the ground to clutch them around my waist to yell and laugh into my ears until they start ringing.
"You thought I wouldn't be fast enough? Ha, take this!"
He starts tickling me everywhere his arms can reach, and I only laugh harder, spinning around as I try to shake him off.
Because his weight is already too much for my tattered body to bear, we both fall on the ground with a hard thud and we start to roar immediately with laughter, clutching at each other like mad men. To Ignis and Gladio we probably look like utter idiots right now, but at the moment I could care less about that damn pristine image of me I usually have to uphold.
Eos, I simply love those rare moments with Prompto, where I can be myself and be completely carefree. I enjoy those moments far more than somebody in my position as a crown prince probably should be doing. Prompto is the only one, who can tickle forth this irresponsible side of me, and he's the only one, to whom I allow to touch me that intimately. I secretly revel in the pleasant banter that takes place between us every single time we fool around...
We look fondly into each others eyes. I take notice of his cheeks, flushed a compelling red from exertion, then the tears in each corner of his eyes, formed from laughing so much. His bright, blue eyes twinkling mischievously at me, while having this signature handsome smile with his perfect white row of teeth and soft looking lips that right now look so inviting...
The laughter between us stops gradually. For one moment, the time seems to be standing completely still.
I feel drawn to him. Drawn to his lips.
Do I imagine this, but the look in his eyes becomes even more tender and meaningful by the minute.
I gasp out loud, surprised that I can read longing inside of them. My heart suddenly skips a few beats, only for me to feel it jump straight up into my throat and staying there stubbornly, as if it were glued. Because of this I find myself not able to swallow properly.
But I lean forward regardless, my body suddenly trembling with anticipation. I find myself responding to his longing, leaning in, bit by bit closer to his body, being pulled like a moth to the light much closer to his face. Closer to his soft looking lips.
Prompto's expression right now, I can only describe it as hypnotic. His breathing hitches and increases in an alarming manner as his warm exhales of breath puff against my skin, his eyelids slowly closing...
Wait. Just wait a minute.
What's happening to us?
I all of a sudden become aware of his strong, lean legs around me, of his pleasant warmth that reaches my skin despite the cold and damp mud on our clothes. I notice his spicy scent of sweat mixed with a hint of the musky aftershave he used on himself this morning, and Eos help me, instead of finding this all repelling, a sudden violent something twists my guts into tight knots of lust, vehemently waking up my nether regions and shocking me into standing still.
Like a fish on land fighting to keep from suffocating, I resist the sudden roar of fire in my groin to show up visibly on my face. But it seems to be fruitless, my face feeling too hot all of a sudden as I recognize Prompto's knowing look once he understands the full effect he has on me.
Such an intense desire, coming out of seemingly nowhere. It's simply maddening. Of the kind that I up until now had absolutely no clue it could exist inside of me, this sudden forceful urge, to pull him firmly against me and to touch and feel his touch in return. A want so powerful emerges from deep within, that I forget breathing and simply don't know what to make of it. The harsh, almost painful arousal paralyzes me on the spot, shocking and liberating me all at once.
But then I start to remember that lately, I began to feel all strange and tingly around Prompto. I began to notice him sneaking glances at me, his unusual touches, like those kissing imitations inside my ear this morning. I clearly must have enjoyed every single one of his advances when his close presence excites me that much right now. It's funny how I never thought much about the deeper implications behind everything that I allowed to happen between us until now.
Before I can question these feelings and emotions any further, suddenly the blurry face that starred in my dream the night before merges with Prompto's face before me. My eyes grow impossibly large from the shocking revelation. My friend's handsome face is only mere inches apart from mine, and I suddenly need a moment to catch my breath. A moment to keep myself together.
Just now, only for a short moment, Prompto felt so familiar! He felt so close and so precious to me, and I mean not only as a childhood friend. But as, dare I think it, a lover...
Oh hell, the need to touch him now, the need to taste his lips has become unbearable.
The desire inside grows and builds up by the second, my hands are shaking from the sheer strength of it. I gulp down my own saliva which almost threatens to choke me up from my growing excitement.
At this moment Prompto slides further up to me, until I have him fully sitting down on my lap. Our groins are pressed against another and both of us groan softly from the electrifying feeling when we feel each others hardness touch through the material of our trousers. The heat emanating from his body almost burns me up and if I do not let go of him any minute now, I fear I'll do something very, very foolish.
Eos, what am I thinking? What is wrong with me?
The flames of lust and sexual appetite grow relentlessly, clouding my mind more and more as my hesitant hands find his hips to stop him from continuing to rock against my hardness. If he resumes this madness, I clearly don't have a clue what kind of ferocious response he will unleash within me in a few seconds...
Prompto has long stopped smiling, he has such a serious, yearning expression on his attractive face while his fingers stroke my cheek in tender movements. My body gives a delightful shudder at his gentle touch. Without my conscious permission, I feel my arms sliding around his back, pulling him closer to my chest, our lips only mere inches apart now, those scorching flames licking around my groin demanding for more heat and contact between us, and I'm so close to give in. So damn close.
The top of his fingers are trembling. They explore the skin on my face, his thumb stroking over my lips a few times as I gaze at him with half-lidded eyes, completely lost into the sensations as tremors of delicious arousal make me groan against his lips. When my hands slide down to clutch his hips, he immediately starts to rotate his groin into mine again and again and I hiss when the soft touch of his fingertips reach the tender skin of my throat. I lick over my dry lips to wet them and his eyes shift immediately to the tip of my tongue, his intent to kiss me obvious. He keeps me captivated as he hooks his forefinger into the collar of my shirt, pulling me up to him until our lips are only a breath away from touching, his fingers teasing over the exposed skin underneath before tugging at the material in a way that makes me shiver and shake like a leaf. My strangled sounding moan instantly bringing us back to the present, back to the fact of how we might look to outsiders.
But instead of jumping up in panic, Prompto presses his quivering body fully into me, embracing me tightly, his cheek now touching mine as I hear very soft and needy whispers in my ear, "Noct, please, do something... anything. This is too much...", his soft, silent sounds of pleasure and his warm breath against my sensitive earlobes give me goosebumps all over my body, his warm lips touching the sensitive skin there as our hips continue to tease another in small, short movements, both of us trying to keep that delicious friction going without alerting anyone who might watch of what we're truly doing...
My eyes close down all on their own to savor the rush of excitement that his alluring words call forth inside of me. Now that I'm one hundred percent sure to have his consent, my hands itch to touch his bare skin everywhere...
But just when I reach my hands underneath his shirt, a surprised gasp escapes both of us. A chuckling Gladio comes over to lift Prompto up from my lap to scold him, his worry palpable that Prompto possibly might have injured me in our childish display of affection.
I am relieved and annoyed at the same time at Gladio's interruption. Hell, I better take a moment to breathe properly. Those past few minutes could have escalated and become very, very awkward for all of us afterward. They were intensely charged with erotic intent. I'm still shaking and I still have goose bumps all over my body from this intense experience, having absolutely no clue why this happened or how to move on, the fiery desire still clouding every corner of my mind and making it so very hard to think.
I force myself not to take a look at Prompto, the muscles in my body taut and tense in fear of acting out what my lower half still demands of me.
At least I have a bit room to breathe now, to focus on my heart, forcing it to beat in a normal rhythm again. After awhile I can finally feel the blood flow upward again, slowly but surely, back up to my upper regions to fill up every vessel of my short circuited brain once more with oxygen.
Now that I can use my brain again, the blurry face from my dreams, was this person Prompto? But how in the world is this even possible? Does that mean, the terrible longing that I've suffered so many nights in the past few weeks, the burning desire in my gut, was for him all along?
I place my shaky hands on my cheeks, trying to hide my red face from the outside world. Eos, this would explain my emerging obsession to observe my friend all the time, it would explain all the touching, continuously watching him sleep, and it would explain the strong attraction that I feel for him right now.
This would explain everything.
My whole being trembles from head to toe, but I don't exactly have the time and luxury to mull over my new insights, postponing it until tonight. So I attempt to stand up on weak feet, still too shocked to the core, and when I look up, Ignis already stands directly in front of me to give me a hand.
Signaling me the 'I know what's going on' look, he says, "Let's keep going, the sun goes down in about an hour, we should hurry."
I hold my arm up for Ignis to pull me up on my feet, trying to avoid his all too knowing eyes.
Okay. I'm officially screwed. I get what kind of picture Prompto and myself might have drawn a few minutes ago. Yes, we embraced like lovers would do, he was caressing me tenderly, whispering in my ear, we almost did kiss and we almost would have done, well, many, many other things, if we were not interrupted by Gladio.
Of course, Ignis already knows something is up before I even had the chance to calmly think it over and to draw conclusions at my own pace. As always, he has to talk it over to death with me and drill his knowledge into my overloaded head, until it explodes from all the embarrassing content. Damn him and his intelligence and receptiveness and big, soft heart. Honestly, Ignis is just too smart and too good a person for his own good.
So, I guess, there is no way around this, I need to talk to him about the feelings that currently make me question everything I've had known about myself until now, maybe my childhood friend can help to sort them out.
Sighing in defeat, I follow my mates to the Coernix gas station, still on shaky legs, in passing preparing myself mentally for the talk with Ignis. All the while I steal some unobtrusive glances at Prompto, watching him smile and goof around with Gladio while feeling my heart beat in crazy loops back and forth.
He and I have known each other for so many years, ever since we were around twelve years old. But, this time, I can't help but look at him for the first time very closely. Looking at him with the hungry eyes of a lover, starting to memorize every detail of him and being careful not to miss out on something special. Despite his messy attire today, I find him truly captivating. A few times I catch him sneaking a few glances back at me, and sweet Eos in heaven, how I love this sizzling heat between us. I can't help but welcome these exciting feelings with open arms after all those sad and tragic experiences in the past few weeks. I can finally focus on something that makes me feel alive again...
The intense erotic experience, those short minutes of pleasure that we both shared, have opened my eyes to Prompto's behavior toward me. While my whole body still vibrates with aftershocks of pleasant arousal, the desire for us to be as close as possible has fully awakened by now, it's undeniable.
Burning excitement is threatening to overcome me at the implications of my new discovery today.
It's making me all giddy inside...
...
A few minutes later we all sigh and groan out, everyone utterly exhausted and each one of us feeling relieved at the sight of our most longed for caravan. Further away there are some older looking guys, sitting on their chairs and sending us strange looks. Gladio turns to glare back at them and suddenly they face the other way. That was creepy.
"At last, hot shower guys! Who's going first?" Prompto jumps up and down, grinning widely, barely containing his aching need to feel clean again. We all smirk at each other. After some childish rounds of rock-paper-scissors, Prompto, naturally, goes first. Well, gambling was always his forte.
"See ya later!" He winks at me with a bright, blinding smile before he runs towards the caravan, and my heart leaps inside my chest, my entire body madly throbbing with something that I can't give a name, something that has started but could not find the completion that it's seeking.
I can't even express how badly I want to follow him, my eyes doing a pretty good job of trailing his figure until he completely disappears inside the caravan. A huge, craving sigh escapes my lips, but then Ignis, who all of a sudden stands right next to me, clears his throat which in turn makes me jump in fright.
While we wait for Prompto to finish his shower, Gladio goes ahead to talk with Cidney for a few minutes, before she closes down her workshop. It's obvious he likes her a lot and I amuse myself to various thoughts about those two in a romantic setting. Of course, only for distraction, not to let myself overthink my previous discovery that is still freshly ingrained in my mind... and groin area.
Ignis prepares his mobile kitchen, so that after everyone is ready and clean, we can all sit down and enjoy a healthy meal together. I really need to mention that his cooking skills are to die for and I wish it was him who could have replaced that terrible cook serving us in my childhood. I could eat myself silly on his culinary delights all day and night long, and the best thing is, Ignis only gets better and better at it.
As he sets up the table in front of him, he calls for me to come over.
And so it begins.
I get nervous, now that we are alone and have a few minutes to talk. Only my curious nature encourages me to move forward to stand before Ignis. I find myself speechless, not knowing where to start. It's the first time I've ever felt desire of such massive scale today and it's the first time someone witnessed this side of me after all.
Ignis clears his throat once, twice, and says three simple words to me, "Prompto likes you." He stares right through me, gauging my reaction with his sharp eyes.
I stand there as though I've been ordered but never picked up.
"Yeah, I'm aware. I like him too," is my obvious answer.
Now Ignis rolls his eyes at me. "Be serious Noct. You know exactly how I meant that. You should have seen all the glances full of longing with which I caught him throwing at your back whenever you were looking elsewhere. He was doing it for Eos only knows how many times, because I have since long stopped counting. The whole sneaky and tease-touching between the two of you has grown to innumerable proportions where I just couldn't stay silent anymore."
My cheeks flush in embarrassment and I instantly open up my mouth to disagree, "I did no tease-touching! He did!"
But then, I remember quite a few times where I indeed have teased him on purpose, only to get a response out of him to touch me some more, a lot more. Don't get me even started at the recent erotic encounter that happened only an hour ago...
So, I smartly choose to close my mouth with a snap at Ignis' knowing look to continue to listen to him instead.
Ignis proceeds, sharing his insights with me, "Actually, Prompto still innocently thinks that he hides his behavior very well. It's been actually quite comical to watch, but he miscalculated. He did not count on me to found out about his secret schemes which weren't as secret as he initially had thought they were."
He pauses to look critically at the fresh vegetables in front of him, cleaning and setting one after another on the chopping board and successfully reminding me of how hungry I am. "As I've said, his glances and subtle touches were not lost on me. Also, not lost on me were your own, let's say unconscious reactions to him, which I found really surprising and interesting to say the least."
I silently congratulate myself for managing to stay still and for keeping up, hopefully, a perfect poker face on my, well, perfect red face. Even if I wanted to say something, I probably for the life of me couldn't bring myself to speak out a proper sentence. My heart still not calming down and beating madly in my chest at the pleasant memories that come up to remind me how much I wanted to kiss and touch Prompto earlier. We all do know of that feeling. Like a child being caught doing naughty things he should not be doing, and this is what I feel right now. Only, the naughty things suddenly grew up to become x-rated adult things...
Quite frankly, to have Ignis pointing everything out to me is, well, a confirmation. Of course, I already get his meaning, clearly everything he told me so far was not lost on me either, not now when I finally can think clearly again. However, today is the first day when my eyes did literally open, and it's today that I could fit parts of the puzzle on my very own, and damn, if that is not a huge discovery.
I need only to think back, at the needy words Prompto had murmured so intimately into my ear, and immediately I can feel myself grow very, very hot and bothered. I simply don't know what to say now. Do I have to defend Prompto? Do I need to defend myself? Hence, I look imploringly at Ignis and wait for him to share further conclusions with me.
I am terribly afraid of Ignis not approving of any of this. His opinion, friendship and loyalty means so much to me.
But Ignis sorts out all the spices and remaining ingredients for this evening's meal in a very calm manner, and then starts to peal an onion. Painfully slow, with a focused expression on his face.
I still wait for him to continue, growing nervous, dreading his next words as I've never done before. Knowing that he would jump right at the essential part of our conversation next.
He cuts the onion in two parts, placing one half away, and then he cuts the other half quickly into equal cubes of perfection. Now pouring some olive oil into the frying pan at his side, he pushes with his knife all onion pieces into it, and then he takes the next onion into his hand.
No matter how often I watched him doing this, I can only marvel at his cooking skills.
"You know," he says after chopping for a while, "I proud myself upon knowing yourself and Prompto better than probably you two know each other. For a long time I saw this attraction between the two of you coming, knowing one day, I would need to talk to you about this."
"Ignis," I immediately interrupt him and I can't really help myself from adding a small joke, "In case you don't know, I already got the talk about the bees and flowers, which was quite embarrassing by the way. I am aware of the mechanics of gay sex. No need for further explanation."
I get a small chuckle in response from him. "Don't get your royal knickers in a twist," he jokes back. "It was not my intention to go down that road. Could you seriously imagine myself, telling you in precise detail, on how to open a tube of lubrication, how to use a potion, how to prepare, arouse and pleasure Prompto the best way, and how to best aim the thrust of your own hard co-"
"Ignis!" I blurt out, instantly crying out his name in shock as he makes obvious movements with his hands, my face flushing to the roots of my dark hair as I add totally shocked out of my shell, "Stop it! Just stop it right there."
Eos! This is such a bizarre conversation tonight! No forget it, this whole day has taken such a bizarre turn all of a sudden. Not in a million years had I thought this morning that today would become like this.
Hell, my burning face must be blazing by now. All because of those images that Ignis inspired in my already stimulated brain and are in the process to boil the hormonal fluids inside of me to unbearable temperatures. So I rise my hands up to rub over my heated face in a futile attempt to hide my dirty thoughts of Prompto-hiding them especially from myself.
Ignis actually laughs out loud at my reaction and I just can't help myself but join him.
Damn him, he's a genius, I fell for his bait.
When the laughter turns into small chuckles, he continues, "You see, today, this attraction between you two reached new heights and was the most palpable of what I've ever witnessed between the two of you. You could have cut the tension in half with a knife." As if demonstrating his meaning he slices the next poor vegetable cleanly in half and looks at me intently. "Like this."
I suddenly need to hold onto something, so I grab a hold on the more or less stable chair beside me to steady myself. Forcing myself to look like the cool guy I usually thrive to be, but actually feeling very, very uncool from the inside this very moment, and so I furiously think of something intelligent to say.
"Stop, I can see your head spinning. Just unwind your inner twisting passages for a moment and do me the favor of inhaling a very deep breath."
Taking a breath, I do exactly what he told me, before I really start to hyperventilate myself into fainting. Inhale, exhale.
"Noct, may I be honest with you?" Ignis leans over the table to reach out to my arm, petting the fabric of my shirt a few times. "Regardless of what everyone else in our family thought of him, and regardless of his famous reputation, personally I think Prompto has done a lot of good for you."
A lot of good? I rise one of my eyebrows at him. Is he serious?
"Oh come on Noct, don't give me that look. Let me explain."
I cross my arms and wait for his explanation.
"As a teen, before you came to know him, you were a loner, shy and introverted. You had a reserved attitude and seemed to be lonely. Then one day, Prompto followed you around. A chubby and shy youngster. He could have been simply ingnoring you, but for some reason, you were suddenly his entire focus and three years later he joined your side. I have still a clear memory of how his eyes did lit up in excitement at talking to you properly for the first time. Imagine my surprise, because you were immediately drawn to him-as he was equally drawn to you-and to hear yourself opening up to him so quickly," Ignis is shakes his head as if amused and then adds further, "Really, the things you two did for years after your first meeting, even when our family did not approve to every mischief he was responsible for. But Noct, don't you see? Prompto really changed you in a way neither your father, nor Gladio, nor myself ever could."
Ignis points his finger at me. "You only need to look at your present self to understand. You laugh more often, you act carefree with him in a way you never did with anyone else, and you thoroughly enjoy the time you spend with him. In addition to that, in his promixity, all of a sudden you react like an adult in difficult situations. You fiercly protect not only him, but everyone dear to you and you lean less into emotional outbursts. You do understand what this means? He gives you the strength and attention you always craved to have and in doing so he grounds you to this reality."
I blink at him with wide opened eyes. Have I really changed that much?
Ignis smiles softly at me. My astonished stare never leaving his eyes. "Noct, I thought I would never say this out loud, but Prompto does indeed complement you very well. Both of you are adults now and it's high time for you two to make your own decisions. From now on, do whatever you feel is right." With this, he just leans back to resume chopping the onion on the board.
He seems have finished his speech, sending me a tiny, but understanding smile.
Only then it dawns on me. Ignis approves, and to have his support and encouragement means the world to me!
I send him a relieved smile in answer, but I still need to hold onto the chair beside me, as if it could keep me from losing the ground beneath my feet. As always Ignis is spot on with his observations. It's true that Prompto has changed my life in a profound way. I guess, I just never let myself think that far ahead. Somewhere inbetween of all those chaotic emotions, I somehow fell for Prompto. How in the world did I not see this coming?
I pause to collect my thoughts and feelings into smart sounding words, feeling for once like the world around me stopped spinning, instead of starting, and I realize, something world shattering has been brought into my life today, changing my inner world at a single stroke just when suddenly Prompto materializes out of nowhere right beside us.
"Yo!" He greets us with a wide, stunning smile.
I look probably like a deer caught in the headlights, having a lovestruck (translation: stupid) expression on my face as he looks questionly back and forth between Ignis and myself.
His eyes then finally stay fixed on the cook. "Can I help you to prepare something?"
Ignis shakes his head, a soft, small smile gracing his lips when he sees the lovestruck expression on my face, "Thanks Prompto, but I have everything ready, just wait a little until I get back." After slicing and placing the last square shaped onion pieces into the frying pan, Ignis decides to leave us alone, but not before he sends me a meaningful glance over his shoulder.
I swiftly turn my head away to hide the furious blush on my cheeks. It's the weirdest feeling to be left all alone with a very clean, very handsome, very good smelling Prompto. I'm as excited as I am terrified of my own reactions to his presence so close to me. Something definitely changed and began shifting between us an hour ago. The butterflies in my stomach increase steadily as I peek under my fringe at him. His blonde hair is still damp from the shower and I'm secretly glad for it, because I've always liked his natural, unruly hair to fall over his eyes like that. The come hither effect his eyes have on me today is stronger than ever before...
Now that I understand the attraction between us, and now that I've become aware of how truly precious he is to me, he suddenly makes me feel so... hell, I have no words to describe. If it wouldn't be suspicious, I would slap my forehead right now for not realizing the blatant attraction between us much sooner. Has it always been this obvious?
I draw in a sharp breath of fresh air. Even in my mind my words fail me today, so I better give up entirely to try to act cool. I smile nervously at Prompto, those fluttering butterflies still wreaking havoc in my belly when I ask him, "Feeling better now?" Eos, my voice just cracked under the nervous pressure hammering against my throat. I hope he didn't notice.
"Oh? Err, yeah, it's like being reborn all over again. Almost forgot what it feels like to be clean, everywhere," he says in a husky tone of voice, throwing me off with a cheeky smirk at the word everywhere. A realization that goes straight to my twisted groin. I really did not intend for this outrageous image to come up, of him stroking himself clean everywhere and perhaps touching himself in the shower... Eos, I can't stop the sudden coloring of my face to heat up even further, which surely must give away the fact to where my thoughts linger right now.
"I did scrub myself clean to such an extent, that I can see you right now squinting your eyes painfully at my sparkling self," he adds softly, the flirting innuendo unmissable as he punches playfully on my chest and in addition to that even sending me a teasing wink.
Oh hell...
By now my throat feels completely dry, I'm not exaggerating. I quickly proceed to look around me, furiously grabbing a bottle of water to take some refreshing gulps. His eyes burn their way down to my Adam's apple as I swallow down the water, and just when I risk a peek to his face again, I nearly choke on the remaining drops but thankfully manage to prevent myself to be rewarded with a harsh, coughing fit.
Eos help me, I'm glad that I managed to catch a small glimpse of his eager eyes, which grew dark and intense for this half second, before he could straighten his facial expression back to normal. But this certainly doesn't do me any favors, because I can already feel the tip of my ears burn an embarrassing red as my blood starts to boil once again from heady arousal.
I clearly saw and read his intent, and damn, if he just didn't eat me alive with those smoldering eyes of his...
This truly is gobsmacking. How in the world did I miss his obvious hints all this time? Where is this attraction between us coming from? Was it always there? Was I just not fully aware of any of it until now?
Alone his presence draws me in once more. The air around us charges with erotic intent once again. A shudder of pleasure, much stronger than the one from hours before, shoots straight through my entire body. Rushing from the top of my head, straight down to the top of my feet, curling my toes in the most delicious way until I feel it traveling right back up, to focus on my now fully aroused member. This time it stays and focuses its unbearable heat firmly there, refusing to budge.
It's absolutely electrifying. The same as everything about Prompto this evening.
I have never, and I truly mean never, felt anything overwhelmingly like this for anyone in my entire life.
The only smart thing I can do at this moment, to keep myself from acting out on my urge to do something or anything pleasurable involving him, is to grasp the half-empty water bottle in my hand, tightly. Very tightly.
My jaw clenches and unclenches in a futile attempt to calm myself down. So that I won't immediately jump and let out my deepest subconscious needs, nor my hidden inhibitions that I kept all these years fiercely in check go berserk on him.
I hear him swallow wetly. From my extreme restraint visible in my rigid stance, he now definitely knows that I know that he knows what I know.
We crave for each other's touch in the same way we need the air to breathe.
The raw desire in my eyes should be painfully clear for him to see, and I guessed right, because he quickly shifts his gaze toward the frying pan, gnawing on his lower lip, so enticingly, tempting me.
Probably he feels as shocked as I felt a few minutes ago about the fact, that I desire him just as badly in return. His eyes flutter close, nervously shifting from one feet to another, still tantalizing his lips with his white and straight teeth absentmindedly, and I can only silently observe from over here, about one meter apart from him, how his face grows hot from this knowledge. From the looks of it, he's only barely holding himself upright.
The constant rising temperature between us makes us tense with anticipation for someone to say something, for something to happen...
After what seems to be an aeon, he finally steals a glance full of want in answer to my own in my direction, his pouting lips still held captive by his teeth.
I'm not that naive as many might think of me. Many people, female and male alike, have made various sexual advances on me in the recent past. I know I'm blessed with good looks and I certainly understand that my power and presence attracts those people even more, but I never cared for nor have I ever felt the need to reciprocated any of that.
Never.
Not until now.
A hunger so great takes possession of me right now, I can't properly express. The various lights reflecting inside Prompto's eyes, as he silently gazes back at me, suddenly makes me throw caution to the wind. I need to be the one to nibble on his lips in his stead, even if this is the last thing that I'll ever do.
Here. Right now. Whatever the cost.
I can literally hear my resolve snapping, not caring any longer about my composure or discipline. So I rush to take the last small steps, closing the distance between us quickly at one go.
Prompto blinks up at me, an adorable, flabbergasted expression on his quite handsome face, which makes his flushed face appear even more attractive and gorgeous to me, not having expected my move at all when I place both of my hands on each side of his cheeks, and hell, I intend to crush my lips on his and claim him for myself after all the teasing and flirting and the sensual touches between us. His musky scent of his favorite shower gel already overwhelmes my senses and I can't help but inhale and store it deeply inside of me, letting a shuddering breath out. He closes his eyes in anticipation and lets out a delicious low moan as our lips oh so slowly brush against another for the first time, only slightly nibbling.
My hands tremble on his skin with tension of trying to hold myself back. The growing pressure to have my wicked way with him simply too strong for now and I don't know what to make of it.
At first I just tease him, and he leans further into me while I draw back every time he comes closer, for whatever reason, I need the sparkling desire between us to grow stronger, higher, much higher. His breathing becomes heavier in his need for a firm touch of lips against lips as he keeps following me, his hands pulling on my head for him to hopefully catch my lips with his trembling ones.
Maybe I like to tease myself as well, because I don't recognize myself right know, I can't think clearly at the moment. I rest my forehead on his own while his eyes are squeezed shut as if in pain, his cheeks are hued a wonderful red from evident arousal when I finally allow our lips to barely brush once more. We savor each others irregular and excited breaths as they puff against our sensitive skin and the blatant yearning between us increases unbelievably high, just like that.
I can feel my powers crackling underneath my skin, as if they try to break out of the pores to reach Prompto, and right then a sweet, long, drawn out moan of pleasure follows out of his lips. Prom is so sensitive, I love it... Right now, all that I want is for him to go wild with desire for me. Clearly I'm not even in a proper state of mind to question where exactly all those lewd urges to consume him whole come from, I only know, that right now his hands clutch me on my waist, digging his fingers without mercy into my hips, his fierce hold on me demanding less teasing and more action.
Prom lets out a delicious sounding groan, "Noct, please..."
I still haven't figured everything out, and I still don't understand yet what it means for us to partake in our mutual attraction and desires, but damn, I just don't care right now for proper etiquette nor for any details.
Without waiting any longer, I push my right thigh between his legs to pull his trembling body flush against me. My hands find his firm bottom and they squeeze once, his breath hitching when I squeeze once more. There is no space left between us as I touch his hardness intentionally with my thigh, rubbing against his thin trousers in slow circles, and I smile against his lips when I earn myself another sweet, yet hungry moan in response.
What can I say, with Prom it's like I've shed off all my shy feelings away, I feel as if they were a second skin only and that I successfully left all my inhibitions out somewhere at a complete irrelevant place. My eyes pop almost out of my skull when I feel on my thigh that Prom doesn't wear anything else underneath those thin jeans of his, a realization that sets my blood immediately on fire and I groan out against his lips, to let him know how much this knowledge excites me.
"Noct," he whispers full of craving, his trembling hands trailing in response to my ministrations further down, pulling me firmly against him and it doesn't take long for our groins to start to grind all on their own, imitating the act that grows stronger on the forefront of our minds, searching for more contact and heat and pleasures, our heavy breaths mingling while our opened lips continuously touch in an almost, teasing kiss, aroused gasps escaping us which grow louder and more delighted which need to be stifled down soon else we might get caught in the act by somebody... and just when our mutual yearning for another reaches a new height, we finally crush our lips together fiercly as if desperately trying to consume each other. And Eos, nothing could have prepared me for the tingling, utterly sensual feel of his soft lips.
But right then, we can hear Gladio approaching us from the other side of the caravan, saying his final goodnight's to Cidney.
Oh hell no, please not now!
Prom and I both moan out in desperation and we both intend to prolong our very first kiss for as long as possible, widely opening our mouths and just then I coax his tongue out to battle with mine. We try to deepen the inexperienced, messy yet mind-blowing tongue-kisses, teeth clashing, noses bumping, saliva escaping, both of us frenzied to get as much pleasure as possible to appease our hunger for each other, almost losing ourselves into each other because of the full blown arousal and unstopping batches of adrenaline.
All the while we keep our ears strained, listening at how Gladio gets closer to our position, in danger to appear around the corner to discover us any minute now.
An imense spark of desire rushes up my spine at the thought of being caught, so I place my hands on each side of his face to devour him. Prompto kisses me back just as ardently, his damp lips touching spots on my own that are arousing me beyond control, he's obviously not ready to let go of me anytime soon. I'm more than pleasantly surprised when his hand suddenly cups a feel of my aroused cock through my trousers and I press myself against his hand with a low, heady groan. To show him how much I appreciate his bold move, my lips follow the trail of his saliva, sucking on the tender skin underneath his chin and focusing on his prominent veins, which at the moment pulse in tandem with his furious heart beats against my tongue. The small, incredible sounds he makes make me even hornier as I continue to feast on him with blazing hot, open mouth kisses every inch of naked skin that my eager lips and tongue can reach, leaving sensual wet trails along the supple, erogenous spots along his throat and neck. I just can't get enough of his taste, of his clean, musky scent, of his supressed, sensual and soft moans of my name next to my ear.
Prom trembles in my arms, arching his back and searching for more friction against my thigh, his heavy, panting breaths tickling my forehead as his fingers tangle inside my hair to pull my devouring lips closer to his body, and I can't help but savour his breathy, long moan while he leans his head as far back as he can to reveal to me even more delicious skin to be explored. Biting and nibbling teasingly, the flat of my tongue travels down along his collarbone, my shaky hands rushing under his thin shirt to stroke demandingly over his wonderful hot, exposed skin, and by Eos, his clean, musky scent makes me so damn dizzy. My whole body and mind quakes and pulses with this ferocious and unexplainable need for him. It's utter madness...
Gasping for air and giving a whimper, Prom clutches the nape of my neck to immediately tug at it to press my lips urgently up to his own, to fervently tongue-kiss each other one last time.
It's raw. It's passionate. It is everything we need and more.
...and hell, it's oh so very cut short. Those last kisses only manage to make us tremble with yearning for more.
Gladio is now barely a few measly steps away from discovering us.
Just then Prompto makes some exquisite, silent mewling sounds of dissapointment and his arms hold me very tightly, his body shivering from the blazing desire between us while our groins are still aligned, still rotating teasingly against another, both of us not ready to stop those pleasurable, intense feelings yet which just seem to grow, and grow stronger and higher.
"Noct..." Prom whispers my name brokenly against my lips, an anguished, beautiful expression on his handsome face.
I take a bittersweet moment to let my forehead touch his once more as we gaze longingly into each others eyes. His face is just too gorgeous right now, the glowing eyes and flushed cheeks, his white teeth gnawing alluringly on his full lower lip and slightly smiling... but then, all too soon, both Prompto and I jump apart from each other, frantically looking for something to do with our quivering hands now that we are no longer holding on each other anymore.
This, whatever one wants to call what just had transpired between us, is absolutely mad. This experience excites me on so many levels, that I really can't contain my overflowing emotions.
I feel high! My heart is racing, my senses are extremly high strung and overstimulated and I feel absolutely fantastic. My whole body vibrates with new energy, despite being tired and exhausted from todays training rounds and my legs are still shaking, I'm aroused beyond words, and guessing from the sight of Prompto, he seems to be in the same mad condition as myself.
I send him a quick, promising glance, that this between us has only just begun, and poor guy, he can only send me a small, albeit stiff (no pun intended) nod back. Then I watch him amused how he adjusts his thin jeans and how he curses under his breath at Gladios bad timing. I for one am truly glad for my loose, comfortable trousers.
I clear my throat once when Gladio arrives to the crime scene, and I can only silently watch how he sends us a cluless, bright smile. "Hey, Cidney is simply amazing. Man, am I glad that we can leave our car in her capable hands."
"Yeah, she's awesome!" Prompto gives Gladio a high five.
In my delirious condition, I'm only capable to put on a shaky smile on my red face, Gladio's cheerfulness being too infectious. "Yeah, she's amazing." I reply quickly, throwing a meaningful glance at Prompto which leaves him completely flustered.
The truth is, my mind is entirely focused elsewhere. Not on the car, but entirely on the amazing blond guy before me, whom until recently I thought of knowing from the inside out, naively thinking that I've already learned every intimate secret of his. My whole body and soul are fixed on Prompto, who curiously managed to spin my inner world up, down and around all day.
I hide a fond smile as I watch him quickly excuse himself, his feet almost running away from our secret, passionate crime scene while leaving a stunned and confused Gladio behind.
Eos... what I wouldn't give right now to be able to pursue him, to catch and continue to devour and ravish him, to finish the hot madness that we both have started but had to end prematurely...
...ah, but it seems it's my turn to shower soon, and in this state, well, let's just say that I can't come up quickly enough with a plausible sounding alibi to be all alone with Prompto for a few hours.
Not one moment longer, Ignis joins us at the passionate crime scene (as I like to call this place now), drying his hair nonchalantly with a fluffy towel and placing his clean glasses back on his nose.
It takes only one glance at each other. From the glint inside his eyes and his slightly upturned mouth, I know that he knows.
I feel my whole face redden when the realization hits me with full force.
Ignis was able to hear us... to hear everything.
But instead of panicking, I pass him while sending him a small smirk in response.
...and then I finally take my turn to have one hell of a cold shower.
...
To be continued :).