Prompto had visited Noct's sleek little apartment so many times that he was already taking the Champagne and delicate glasses through to the spotless kitchen (no doubt Iggy's handiwork) and placing them on the shadowy marble counter before the Prince had even turned the light on.
Noctis was inordinately fond of his own place, and whilst Prompto had initially been surprised at the compact nature of the flat, his best friend had assured him that this was preferable to him over a multi-storied citadel that seemed to be more full of empty rooms, wanting for intimacy and purpose, than anything else. Prompto had to agree that whilst the flat was diminutive, it was decked out with furniture and trimmings of the highest possible quality, prohibitively-expensive tech, and Noct's pride and joy, probably the most monolithic bed Prompto had ever seen. Noctis claimed that he spent most of his free time asleep, and therefore it made sense that he got the biggest and best bed for the job.
Now, the blond was turning to face the Prince, who had placed their newly-acquired crowns on the countertop and was grinning bashfully at him. Noct's hands were fidgeting in much the same way as his own.
"So, uh...here we are," Prompto shrugged, clearing his throat and scuffing his glossy red boot on the pristine kitchen floor, where his shy gaze was fixated.
"Yep… here we are." The Prince rubbed his neck nervously, attempting to massage out the tension that built the longer he stared at his expectant best friend and contemplated what to do next. Although he'd felt pretty cocky just minutes earlier in the back seat of the limousine, the change of atmosphere and the fact that they were now entirely alone with their new-found status as 'boyfriends' quickly clawed away at the Prince's thin skin of self-confidence. The sound of Prompto's fidgeting echoed through the quiet stillness of the open-concept apartment, and a shiver of anticipation travelled up Noctis' spine.
"Man, it's freezing," Noct murmured, shuffling his way into the adjoining living room to switch on the electric fireplace. The room instantly illuminated with a warm, orange glow as the Prince settled himself onto the plush, white sheepskin rug in front of the fire.
"How about you bring some of that over here?" Noctis asked, pointing vaguely in Prompto's direction, eyeing the bottle of Champagne even though it wasn't what he was really referring to.
Prompto nodded obediently, with a tight grin, and balanced the ice-wet bottle and the two flutes in his arms as he approached the fireplace. Setting the alcohol and glasses upon the hardwood floor, he self-consciously started unlacing his heavy red boots, chuckling as he finally pulled them off and crawled across the solid floor to slide them unobtrusively against the wall. Taking a deep breath, aware that this simple action might be the start of something he couldn't return from, he stood and turned off the kitchen light again, leaving the flickering fireplace as the sole source of light in the dark apartment.
Hearing Noctis remove his own shoes, the blond made his way semi-instinctively toward the eye-burning glow of the fireplace. The tension was eased exponentially when Prompto tripped on the edge of the thick, luscious rug, and muffled an ugly curse, stumbling forward onto the fur on his hands and knees.
"...So yeah, I hope you weren't expecting a lotta smooth moves," the blond laughed, breathless with embarrassment. He ran one nervous hand through his hair, messing it up even further, the gel settling it into ever more riotous shapes.
Noctis outstretched a hand to cup Prompto's burning cheek. "Don't worry. I already think you're perfect, just like this," the Prince chortled, tousling his best friend's unruly hair and pulling the blond into an affectionate embrace.
The sincere words softened Prompto and his body eased comfortably against Noctis'. As the flickering fire grew intense with heat, Prompto found himself savouring the Prince's scent which was laced with the mildest hints of sweat. The smell wasn't offending to the blond, but rather, strangely pleasing because of the closeness it signified. He had to admit, he might have been satisfied to stay like this all night if it weren't for the slow, suggestive way that Noctis was stroking his lower back. It was making his body grow eager with adolescent excitement.
Prompto took the liberty of readjusting himself, shifting his weight so that his knees were straddling the Prince. "Do you mind if I…?"
"Go right ahead," the Prince encouraged and looked on appreciatively as Prompto shrugged off his suit jacket.
"Ah, that's better. It's getting hot in here," Prompto said, smiling awkwardly.
"Yeah. It sure is."
"So...I think it's your turn," Prompto huffed with gentle laughter, swallowing audibly at the mirrored, shy grin on Noct's face as the Prince eased off his own dark jacket with finesse, tossing it aside. The blond rested both of his hands on the Prince's angular cheeks, thumbing randomly at his porcelain-smooth skin, and communicating a few brief, tentative pecks to his mouth. Noct's fingers twitched, and he gasped as he realised his hands were already on Prompto's backside, squeezing rhythmically, without actually remembering having placed them there.
Experimentally, he rocked the lean blond on his lap, nipping at his bottom lip, and he revelled giddily in the gurgle of surprised pleasure with which he was rewarded. Prompto pulled back slightly, easing his hips away from his best friend, into whose firm stomach his own turgid erection had bumped.
"S-sorry..." Prompto murmured reactively, looking down between them in the heated gloom at their highly-comprising position, feeling a little overwhelmed.
"Don't apologize. It's hot," Noctis commented with a slanted grin before his lips found their way back to the smooth, speckled skin beneath Prompto's jawline.
"Mmm," the blond whined, tilting his head back and enjoying the tickling sensation of Noctis' lips as they travelled up to his earlobe, leaving a trail of cooling wet saliva in their wake.
"You know," the Prince mumbled into Prompto's ear between kisses. "We don't have to…" He offered the blond a token escape route. Despite the fact that he had been fantasizing about this practically all through high school, he didn't want to make Prompto feel rushed or uncomfortable in any way. He cared too much about his best friend to let that happen. "I'm serious," he added, pausing and leaning backward to catch Prompto's gaze.
"No!" the blond replied quickly. "I mean," he added, resting his forehead gently against the Prince's and taking a deep breath. "I really want to… do this… with you," he finally said, forcing the words to cut through his embarrassment. He bravely took Noct's hands and planted them firmly onto his buttocks and buried his face in Noctis' neck, kissing him there to ensure there were no further doubts about what he wanted.
The Prince sighed in relief, and began directing the focus of his thoughts towards what was inevitably going to happen, one way or another. Prompto seemed to sense the unspoken tension as he tried to find the courage to express his next words, and was pulling back, uncertain, when Noctis cleared his throat. The husky caution in his voice was indescribably arousing, and with the shadows and heat around them, Prompto thought his best friend sounded almost feral.
"Listen, I know we kind of...always joked about this stuff. A lot of empty words," Noctis shrugged awkwardly, his hands smoothing upward from Prom's backside to affectionately rub his lower back, his palms rucking his expensive shirt, creating relaxing crinkly noises in the fire-brightened darkness. Prompto tried to concentrate when the Prince's long fingers unconsciously started to tug at the fabric, untucking it in tiny but momentous increments.
"But," Noctis continued, voice lowering. "In the interest of full disclosure...I've never done this. Anything even remotely like it," he admitted, and his head tilted down in embarrassment, accompanied by a nervous sigh.
Prompto giggled softly as Noctis' fingertips slipped beneath the exposed hem of his shirt and traced a brave path up the small of his back. "Well, we are best friends, dude," the blond stated with an endearing, lopsided smile, trying to ignore the delightful tickling sensation of the Prince's fingers grazing across his sensitive skin. "Do you honestly think I don't already know that? But don't worry. Just like everything else, I'm guessing we can figure this out together."
"Yeah. Guess so," replied Noct anxiously, still hiding behind his dark bangs.
"Hey, I know!" the blond announced, sitting back with enthusiastic determination. "Maybe a bit more of this will help!" he proclaimed, reaching for the Champagne and taking a swig straight from the bottle. "Here, you have some too," the blond instructed, taking another generous mouthful and then leaning forward to kiss Noctis. The Prince's lips parted willingly, allowing egress for the fizzy liquid to flow into his eagerly awaiting mouth.
Noctis managed to swallow before surrendering to chuckles, wiping his mouth of bittersweet liquid. "So that's how it's going to be?" he asked, quirking a fine eyebrow underneath his long, silky fringe and grinning. "I'm kinda hungry, you know. Got something else to put in my mouth?" he asked, successfully deadpan, and remaining so even when Prompto's mouth fell open, his eyes sparkling with amusement and his freckles condensing on his merry cheeks.
"What?" asked the Prince facetiously, finally breaking decorum and letting out a slight chuckle.
"Dude, I can't believe you just said that!" Prompto cried as he gave the Prince a playful shove. "Although," he contemplated aloud, bringing a finger to his chin, "I'm pretty sure I could come up with something…"
Noctis wasted no time in taking the bottle from his friend and setting it aside so he could drag the blond back on top of him for another kiss, this one much deeper than those before and filled to the brim with need. The idea of having Prompto in his mouth had sent a new surge of blood to the Prince's already painfully hard erection and he greatly desired to get on with things before his best friend changed his mind.
"Let me...I..." Noctis mumbled, sighing at the self-imposed interruption of his speech as he smooched his best friend relentlessly, barely getting enough air to fuel his breathing. Anchoring one strong hand behind Prompto's back, the other thumbing roughly at his high cheekbone, the Prince urged him backwards onto the rug. He eased himself between the blond's legs and nervously rested the weight of his own excited hips there, growling in appreciation when he swallowed the strained whimper of his lover, a helpless reaction to their connected groins.
Moving his hands to Prompto's shirt, the Prince unfastened the buttons and slid the crisp fabric past the blond's shoulders to fully expose his pale, lean chest. Prompto pressed his lips wantonly up into Noctis' as he hoisted his weight off the rug to allow the Prince to hastily tug the shirt down over his arms. The blond eagerly attempted to wriggle free from the material, forgetting all about his cuff links until the fabric unknowingly became entangled and twisted about his wrists. He let out a frustrated groan while Noctis chuckled into their kiss and reluctantly withdrew, leaning back on his haunches to allow his friend to free himself.
"These seemed like a good idea at the time…" Prompto said with an exasperated smile while he removed the decorative, shiny metal clasps and cast the shirt aside. The Prince sat quietly for a moment, allowing his eyes to drink in the view of the flushed, half-naked blond before him as the fire danced flickering patterns of light across his smooth skin.
"You know, you don't have to stare," Prompto smiled self-consciously under the Prince's gaze.
Noct mindlessly traced a finger down the blond's chest, connecting the dots of Prompto's freckles. "I read once that these are angel kisses."
"Interesting...wonder what kind of mark a Prince's kiss would leave," Prompto mused, only half-jokingly.
Noctis raised an eyebrow, and then smirked. "King. Prom King, remember," he laughed softly.
"Of course, your Majesty," the blond replied, placing a hand to his bare chest and bowing his head graciously, the supplicating effect somewhat dampened by his dazzling grin and throaty chuckle.
Noctis grinned back, meeting Prompto's eyes briefly before curling his hand and running the back of his knuckles down his best friend's face, his throat, the firm bumps of his clavicles in quiet exploration. "Apology accepted, your Majesty," the brunette teased back in husky tones. "Two Kings...what's that in poker?"
Prompto huffed a laugh. "Two losers, probably."
"Nah, I think it's 'cowboys.' ...Sounds pretty apt right now," Noctis murmured. He pushed his friend gently to lay back down on the thick rug, and eased his weight onto Prompto's lap. His legs astride the blond's strong thighs, he wriggled his heavy hips slowly, licking his pale lips in the drying heat of the fireplace behind them.
Prompto laid back and allowed himself to fully enjoy Noctis' weight atop his lap. It was a foreign but intensely pleasurable sensation, and when the Prince started grinding his hips ever so slightly against the blond's confined erection to create the sweetest friction between them, Prompto was helpless to restrain the deep sigh that escaped his lips.
"Sounds like someone needs out of these," mumbled Noct, moving to unbutton Prompto's pants.
"Not so fast, 'cowboy'," the blond teased, tugging at the Prince's tie. His nervous fingers fumbled to untie the silken material and pulled it free from the collar of Noctis' dove grey shirt. "I can't be the only one here that's half-dressed," he added with a grin.
Noctis raised an eyebrow, taking the soft silky tie from Prompto's hand and proceeding to trail the fine material across his best friend's bare chest, biting his lip in silent excitement as Prompto squirmed, his tiny grunts of breath catching in his throat, and his pale nipples pebbling enticingly. As barely-perceptible goosebumps formed across the lightly-freckled landscape of his sides and the blond's sighs became puffs of ticklish laughter, Noctis wordlessly took Prompto's hands and made him cross them gently on top of his own belly. Cautiously, and moving purposely slowly in order to fathom his friend's reactions, the Prince looped the fabric very loosely about his slim wrists, tying the slippery silk in a weak knot.
"...Is this okay? I just want you to watch for now," Noctis muttered in a raw voice.
Prompto tested the knotted bindings around his wrists, tugging at them gently but cautiously, so as not to break the delicate restraints. "Who would have thought that the Prince would be this kinky? Don't get me wrong though, I kinda like it," Prompto clarified with a devilish grin, his eyes turning back to Noctis whose face was cast in shadow beneath his tousled bangs.
Silently, the Prince began unbuttoning his own shirt, drawing forth an urgent throb of anticipation between the blond's legs. "Damn…" Prompto mumbled appreciatively, his eyes drinking in the view of perfection as the material parted to reveal Noctis' toned chest and abdomen. The sight made the blond's mouth water, while at the same time making him shrink a little in his own skin at the thought of his countless imperfections. It was just one more thing that made this whole giddying experience seem more like one of his private bedroom fantasies, not something that was actually happening.
Noctis removed his shirt and cast it aside, hesitantly moving his hands to hover over the blond's belt. "May I?" he asked nervously.
Prompto's dark blue eyes blinked in lazy acquiescence, and couldn't decide whether to watch, or avert his eyes, when Noct's strong fingers plucked at his buckle, the click of metal and the light budge of leather making them both shiver in anticipation. He settled for closing his eyes for long seconds, and then forcing them open to stare up at the shadowy ceiling. His hands fidgeted in their loose bonds with a need to distract himself as the Prince tapped him on the hip.
"Lift up," Noctis murmured, his guttural voice more breath than sound. Sparing a glance at his best friend, hoping he didn't look as mortified as he felt at the intense attention, Prompto gulped and raised his hips, allowing his trousers to be shucked down with rapid movements.
The blond whined faintly at the release of pressure on his erection, and he was vaguely aware of the Prince mirroring the noise, immediately placing one pale hand on the damp white fabric of his boxer briefs and palming the material in blatant desire. The spot of fabric at the head of his penis was hot, soaked and slippery with excitement. Prompto could smell the warm musk of his own arousal, and rolled his eyes closed in embarrassment as he heard Noctis swallow noisily a few times, no doubt tasting him in the air.
Noctis' fingers slipped beneath the waistband of Prompto's briefs and lingered there a moment, sweeping tentatively back and forth between the elastic and the lean contour of Prompto's lower abdomen. The touch was intended to delightfully tickle and deliberately tease, of which it did both, and it wasn't long before Prompto was writhing under each stroke of the Prince's fingertips and pulling against the bindings around his wrists as his muscles clenched in an attempt to maintain composure. "Noct-," the blond pleaded through throaty gasps, although he himself wasn't entirely sure if he was asking for Noctis to stop, or to continue.
With a satisfied huff, the Prince finally ceased his teasing and dared to slide the thin material down past his best friend's narrow hips. Prompto let out a gratified sigh as his hot, swollen shaft was freed to the cool, open air. Slipping the briefs the rest of the way down, the Prince peeled away the blond's socks at the same time, leaving Prompto completely naked before him.
Sitting back on his haunches, Noct took a moment to admire the blond's more than adequate length, of which he quickly realized was slightly bigger than his own.
"Damn, Prom," Noctis muttered, clearing his throat, putting the knuckle of his thumb in his mouth and nibbling on it conscientiously as he stared.
Prompto whined at the impenetrable look on the Prince's face, and moved his bound hands down to cover himself, totally unused to being looked at like this, and certainly not by the best friend he was hopelessly infatuated with. "Cut it out, Noct," he griped, frowning and pouting.
Noct batted away the hands that were cradling Prompto's impressive arousal and grunted in surprise and delight when a thin, clear strand of pre-come trailed away from the dark tip on the blond's palm. Prompto was still fretting to himself when Noctis picked up his hand easily, and licked the bittersweet tang into his mouth, meeting his eyes and sucking overtly at his sticky palm.
"G-Gods," the blond choked, nearly aspirating on his shock, shivering despite the raucous heat of the fire nearby. Before he could say anything else, Noctis had crashed down upon him again, grinding gently, and delivering hard, biting kisses. Prompto sweltered in the ministrations, kissing back as fervently as he could, and then gasped out a gusty exhale, raising his voice huskily.
"Untie me Noct, I wanna touch you," he pleaded, nudging his hands hopefully against Noct's bare chest.
The Prince licked his reddened lips and shook his head, his messy dark spikes bouncing in his eyes.
"Not yet. Wanna show you something."
Prompto managed a laugh. "If you're trying to tell me that you're secretly a girl, I really don't believe you," he grinned, gesturing with his bound hands at the rock-solid tent at Noct's crotch.
"Trust me, that's definitely not it," Noct mumbled, grinding himself against Prompto once more for good measure before hoisting himself up and leaving his tethered companion alone amidst the expanse of white fleece. The Prince stood at Prompto's feet long enough to enjoy the view of the naked blond laying completely vulnerable on his living room floor. The brunette hastily adjusted the bulge pressing against the front of his constrictive dress pants and then quickly disappeared into his bedroom while Prompto nervously called after him. "Ummm. Hey, dude! Don't tell me you're just gonna leave me like this!"
"Just a sec," the Prince called out from what sounded like miles away. Prompto had already grown such a keen liking for his newfound intimacy with Noct that even though there was only one wall between them, he found himself shifting uncomfortably from the cold chill the distance had created. As the seconds ticked by, Prompto strained to hear whatever it was Noctis was doing as he shuffled about in the darkness of the adjoining room. There was a rustling of fabric and the sound of a few drawers opening and closing. The blond contemplated untying himself, but before he had the chance to undo the loose knots, the Prince returned, wearing only a pair of red silk boxers and concealing something discreetly in his hand.
"Really?" questioned the blond, pointing at the bright yellow chocobo insignia on the front of Noctis' flashy underwear. "Yet, you made fun of mine that time before!?" Prompto quipped irritably.
"I got 'em cause… well, they kinda reminded me of you," the Prince murmured almost inaudibly, shifting his slightly embarrassed gaze toward the fire.
"Well, I likes!" the blond chirped cheerfully at the idea of Noctis thinking about him while picking out underwear. Prompto seriously couldn't wipe the grin off of his face if he tried.
"I think I've got something else you are gonna like," Noct commented as he nestled down onto the soft rug and shimmied up between Prompto's thighs. With a grin, the Prince used his thumb to pop open the plastic cap of a small, pink bottle.
Prompto's eyes grew wide at the inscription on the label.
Edible Cherry Astral Slide