"Where...where d'ya even get that?" Prompto asked, his fair eyebrows quirked in an odd expression of awe and doubt.
"Well," Noct muttered conspiratorially, lowering his voice to an impossibly low, and irresistible, octave. "There's this magical place where you can trade money for goods. And then the goods appear at your place of residence. It's called The Internet. But it's a well-kept royal secret, so don't tell anyone."
The blond tutted, rolling his eyes affectionately. "Jerk. I hope you know how to use it," he grinned, though Noctis could clearly detect, through long experience, the dark pulse of anxiety in his best friend's cobalt eyes.
"I have some ideas," the Prince shrugged confidently. He wasn't entirely lying. He had spent a borderline-excessive amount of time researching what he felt was a suitable mixture of educational, wordy resources and forums, and the more visual media of pornography in case he and Prompto ever, finally, ended up in this exact situation. In his bed, under the covers, he had pored over reams of information, even at the expense of nap-time. More often than not, he had found it necessary to finish the session with a little physical release, having found himself helplessly turned on not just by the subject matter, but the idea of applying it to himself and Prompto.
Noctis tipped the bottle and squeezed a few droplets of the clear, sweet-smelling liquid into his palm. Replacing the cap and setting the container aside, his fingers tentatively wrapped around the blond's shaft, which still impressively stood at full attention for His Majesty. Noct locked eyes with his best friend, his hand hovering lightly around the engorged member. Prompto picked up on the subtle cue and nodded gently, giving Noct permission to proceed.
The Prince swallowed back the torrent of saliva accumulating in his mouth and dared to grasp tighter around Prompto's length, giving it a few slow, experimental strokes to spread the slippery fluid over the hot, delicate skin.
"Uhhh," Prompto groaned loudly, his eyes rolling backward as his head involuntarily fell with a muted thud against the fleecy mat. The reaction instantly roused a deep-seated, tingling sensation within the Prince's groin, a sudden eruption of pre-come wetting the silk fabric of his boxers.
"Fuck," the Prince swore quietly under his breath as he wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead with the back of his free hand. All the porn in Insomnia couldn't have prepared him for how hot this was.
Prompto raised his head and stared at Noct through the thick clouds of desire that blanketed his vision. "You too," the blond commanded, tugging at the Prince's soaked boxer shorts. "Untie me?"
Noct granted him a short nod of permission, and reactively smoothed away his long, silver-black fringe from his eyes, accidentally smearing lube into it. His companion's bubbly chuckle ruined the pout he tried to maintain as he tutted at his now-sticky hair.
"Classy," the blond told him, snickering with laughter.
Casting a brief warning gaze at his best friend, Noctis leaned forward and successfully shushed him with a firm, impassioned kiss. Sitting back again, he licked his lips, dry from the heat of the crackling fireplace, and deftly untied Prompto's wrists. The blond stretched his fingers as if he had been manacled in heavy handcuffs, rather that the softest of silks. Raising his hands immediately to rest on the warm, soft skin above the waistband of Noctis' underwear, Prompto smoothed lovingly around to the base of the Prince's spine, feeling the bumps of his vertebrae, and the plump flesh of his backside. Running his hands up, exploring, the blond's sensitive fingertips soon detected shapes of oddly tender, almost damp-feeling skin, slightly textured and raised.
Noctis flinched, and cleared his throat minutely.
"Sorry," Prompto apologised anxiously, moving his hands back down to the relative safety of Noct's buttocks. "Is that your..."
"Yeah," Noct affirmed vaguely, giving him a small smile. "I'll let you see properly later. If you want." Prompto saw through the Prince's apparent nonchalant façade easily. He himself was well-versed in such blasé dismissal of personal issues that were actually deeply unsettling. He had caught glimpses of Noct's childhood scars before (despite the Prince's assiduous yet subtle efforts to hide them), just eye-catching peeks of pinkish-red stripes as the Prince changed for their gym class, or got into his sleepwear when they stayed over at one another's place. The first time he had seen them, he had been startled, and to this day he felt guilty about Noctis catching him staring. He had very soon, however, added those marks to his own list of reasons why he had to do his utmost to protect Noctis as best as he could from anything that might feasibly hurt him.
"If you want," Prompto agreed, smiling softly, before Noctis took hold of his slippery shaft again, fisting it slowly into an almost painful rigidity. The Prince, still not naked, watched each pump of his own hand as a whitish border of lubricant and pre-come gathered at the crest of his fist on the way up, squelching quietly.
"Gods," the blond seethed, entangling his fingers through stormy, raven locks and pulling Noctis over top of him once more so that their tongues could clash impetuously. "Let's do it… together," he breathed into the Prince's mouth between kisses.
Prompto tried his best to concentrate on removing the last article of clothing that separated their bodies. He tucked his thumbs beneath the elastic band and swiftly pushed the Prince's boxers down over his smooth buttocks. Noct lifted himself slightly, to allow Prompto to shove the garment down a little further and hook the fabric with his foot to force it the rest of the way off.
"Happy?" the Prince asked his best friend.
"Very." Prompto grinned smugly before blindly reaching between them to seek out Noctis' rock-hard arousal, which he could feel dripping against him. He grasped the Prince's full girth and slid it blissfully against his own. Their eyes locked as their foreheads came to rest against one another.
"Damn Noct, that feels incredible."
"Prompto…" Noct murmured, biting at his lower lip as he relinquished control to the blond. Prompto carefully wrapped his fingers around both of their lengths and started stroking them together. The tantalizingly slick sound and heady scent of their sex surrounded them as ripples of pleasure radiated outward across their inexperienced teenage bodies with every stroke.
"Prom-" the Prince's voice died at the back of his throat as he battled the familiar tingling sensation building within him that indicated he was treading dangerously close to the edge. "Prompto, slow down," the Prince warned as his muscles tensed. It felt so hot. So slippery. So good. And Prompto wasn't stopping.
"Prompto!" Noct shouted urgently, grabbing the blond's wrist. But it was too late. He had passed his tipping point and his body convulsed into sudden and irreversible orgasm, hot ropes of semen decorating Prompto's stomach and chest.
The blond flinched with surprise, swallowing noisily as Noctis' face grimaced, his teeth gritted against the sharp and shallow climax. The Prince bucked his heavy hips hard and thoughtlessly for relief, his deep, husky voice sounding out in anguished groans.
Prompto's hand had loosened when he was startled by the hot, musky liquid squirting against his skin, but he had dutifully kept pumping Noct through his orgasm, making sure to work him to completion. When Noct's hand tightened harder on his as he became over-sensitised, he stopped completely, just holding the twitching and reddened shaft comfortingly.
The brunette was sucking in sharp and wet-sounding breaths, his eyes down and his face scarlet with embarrassment, and his dark hair damp-looking in the searing firelight. He made to try and wipe away the lukewarm seed glistening on his best friend's pale chest, obscuring his freckles, but seemed to lose heart and merely let his hand drop self-consciously.
"Look, I...shit, I didn't mean to," Noct muttered. "I wasn't, uh..." he trailed off, clearing his throat and looking abjectly mortified.
"Dude, that was totally hot," the blond stated with a grin, playing idly with the Prince's come, drawing circles in the thick gobs of white fluid and watching intently at the way it stretched between his fingers whenever he spread them apart. He wanted so badly to taste it, but wasn't sure that would be the best move given the way Noct was mental tucking himself quietly away into a microcosm of guilt and paranoia.
"Sorry," the Prince continued to apologize, looking around for something to clean up his mess.
"S'ok." Prompto smiled to reassure his fretful partner. However, seeing the furrow in Noctis' brow only grow deeper, the blond decided to try a different tactic. "See, I like it," he declared proudly, sweeping two of his wet fingers into his mouth for a taste. "Mmm, cherry!"
Noct pulled a face at him, hesitant, before allowing himself to release a short, fond laugh, grateful for the levity. "Dork," he told the blond, grinning wryly. He waited for Prompto to give in and wince, pull some sort of face to illustrate his distaste at the musky liquid in his mouth, but he merely gifted him with his thousand-watt smile and a high-pitched chuckle.
"I'm gonna make it up to you," The Prince promised, nodding to himself in silent commitment. He lay down upon his partner once more, cupping his freckled face and briefly admiring his pixie-like features with mute adoration. He pressed a slow, searching kiss to Prompto's mouth, revelling when the blond's fingers clenched against his bare shoulder blades, and his tongue eagerly tried to coax deeper, faster, kisses from the brunette.
His own sense of erotic urgency abated for now, Noctis enjoyed Prompto's minute whines of need for a while, and then began to leave kisses in a haphazard, damp map across his sharp collarbones, down his warm sternum, onto the smooth plane of his stomach, assiduously avoiding the drying spurts of his own release.
When Noctis, moving ever downwards, sensed the insistent heat and hard weight of the blond's erection near his face, he cleared his throat and shifted next to it, taking it in hand and eyeing it with no small degree of anticipation. Steeling himself, he licked a quick trail along the vein that pulsed rapidly, up to the slightly sour-tasting head that glistened in the glow of the fire.
"Agh...Gods," Noctis heard above him, as his best friend's hands flexed on the thick rug and his own twitching abdomen respectively. "Y'don't have to," Prompto muttered, throwing one forearm over his eyes, the bump of his Adam's apple bobbing with excitement.
"I know, but I want to," Noctis stated matter-of-factly, squeezing his best friend's shaft and eyeing the shiny bead of precum that trickled anew from its tip. He could feel the blond's heartbeat pulsing within his grip and when he tightened his grasp a second time, Prompto's hips involuntarily bucked up into his fist, seeking more of the delightful friction.
"Mmm, Noct…" the blond hummed, a mix of embarrassment and anticipation.
Finally, Noctis took the head of Prompto's cock between his lips and ran his tongue along the underside, exploring the subtle ripples in the delicate flesh. The action inspired a satisfying, throaty groan from his companion so Noct decided to keep going. Taking more of Prompto's length into his mouth, he attempted to swirl his tongue around the tip, accidentally making an obscene, wet slurping noise as he sucked to taste all of Prompto's flavour.
Noct was frankly surprised when the expected snort of mood-killing laughter didn't happen; in fact nothing in Prompto's demeanour suggested anything except complete pleasure. The blond's strong, slim hands both settled in his hair, scratching feebly at his head, and the buzz of sensation in his scalp as his hair was pulled made Noctis shiver in the heat of the room.
Prompto was hot and slick and unrelentingly hard in his mouth. The Prince was taken aback by the size of his best friend once he actually had his lips around him, having to crack wide his jaw and try and avoid scraping him with his teeth whilst figuring out how to use his tongue at the same time. He was eager, impatient even, to master this as quickly as possible and show Prompto a good time, in spite of his own total lack of experience. Though the burn in his jaw muscles and the saliva escaping his lips only highlighted Noctis' amateurism, the gulping noises and the awkward rhythm made the blond keen and writhe in bliss.
His eyes watering and the back of his throat already a little sore as the plump head of Prompto's cock kept threatening to hit it with every helpless push of his hips, Noctis glanced up and saw the tantalising undulations of his best friend's lean stomach, watching excited muscles clench and pulse, feeling needy hands grapple into his hair. Swallowing, and sucking as hard as he dared upon the crown of Prompto's red-hot shaft, pumping his fist faster with a frantic slippery sound, Noctis silently prayed that his partner would soon reach his climax.
His heart thudded in anticipation and his skin prickled with sudden thrill as the blond's voice cracked out hoarsely, damp fingertips rummaging roughly into his dark mane. Sharp, guttural wheezes of breath punctuated the blond's pleading words.
"Noct...Noct! I'm...close, but..."
Releasing Prompto from his mouth with a pop that echoed through the still living room, the Prince looked up questioningly at his friend. "But what?" he asked, leaning his head to one side and slowing his motions down to long, purposeful strokes.
"I... I c-can't," stuttered Prompto, his elfin features scrunched in concentration while his abdominal muscles flexed and wriggled in response to Noctis' every movement.
"Okay, well then, let me know what to do so that you can?" Noct inquired, genuinely eager to learn how best to please his partner. Slowly, the Prince released his grip and placed Prompto's own hand around the burning hot shaft, encouraging him to demonstrate exactly how he liked to get off.
"No, that's not it," frowned Prompto, hiding his face behind the back of his free arm to conceal his embarrassment.
"What is it then, Prom?" asked Noct, his voice becoming laced with worry. "Tell me what's wrong."
"It's just, you know… Because it's kinda like, gross and all. And well, if I do… then maybe you won't like it… or me anymore." As Prompto spouted his muffled, semi-coherent doubts and insecurities, Noctis' expression of concern quickly morphed into a relieved smile.
"Is that all it is? Jeez, you seriously had me worried there," the Prince chuckled. "Gods Prom, you've got nothing to be afraid of. Trust me. I can't wait to make you feel good. And I bet you taste awesome. Cause you do so far," he added with a wry grin.
"For real?" Prompto asked, peeking out nervously from behind his arm. "You seriously can't mean that."
"I seriously can," Noctis murmured, before suckling again at the head of Prompto's cock, taking a pleasure in it that surprised him. The bulbous, warm flesh was almost comforting to have in his mouth, and he sucked enjoyably, eyes half-closed as he felt the blond's hand hesitantly pump at himself, bumping him gently and repeatedly on the chin, and he tried not to grin, afraid of accidentally biting down.
After several minutes and a few false alarms where Noctis had been certain that Prompto was about to come, down to the violent shivers in his body and the high-pitched rasp of his breath, he was again braced to receive his friend's long-awaited climax but it seemed to ebb away once more. Prompto groaned loudly in sheer frustration and embarrassment. As Noctis pulled back, rubbing at his jaw as subtly as possible, he glanced to his partner's face and was pained to see him on the verge of tears, face contorted in exasperation.
"Maybe, we could move somewhere else? I could do whatever you want?" Noctis suggested, uncertain as to what exactly was stopping Prompto easing over the edge. The blond trembled and sobbed now, looking exhausted.
"Noct, Gods, I'm so sorry. I dunno man, it's...you're like, right there," Prompto shrugged, gesturing vaguely between his legs. "Maybe if we...kissed, and you weren't so...close?" he asked, immediately wincing. "Ah, I mean -"
"I know what you mean," Noct nodded, smirking. He sat back, fighting a groan as his joints ached from laying on the floor so long, his elbows sore and tongue nearly numb. Prompto sat up too, his face bright red and his eyes shameful. He cast a despondent gaze towards the Prince, and his expression immediately brightened in surprise and relief when he saw Noct's erection, not quite full-mast but certainly getting there.
"You're hard?!" Prompto asked him in disbelief, despite the clear evidence to the affirmative.
The brunette rolled his eyes, licking his dry lips. "You're squirming naked on my floor, moaning and sweating and sexy as hell. Of course I'm hard."
Prompto heaved a sigh of relief and glanced subtly toward Noctis' bedroom, longing for the softness of the Prince's oversized, luxurious bed and figuring that maybe he would have better luck in there, under the cloak of near darkness.
"Wanna go to my room?"
"Um… yeah," the blond smiled. He sat up and rubbed the knot that had amassed in his lower back. "There you go again, practically reading my mind!"
"Hey, what are best friends for?" Noct grinned and eagerly jumped up, extending a hand to his partner. Prompto laced fingers with the Prince as Noct discreetly scooped up the bottle of lube and tucked it into his fist. They quietly plodded barefoot, hand-in-hand across the hardwood to the Prince's bedroom where only a single sliver of moonlight shone through a crack in the curtains. At the foot of the four-post, king-size bed, the blond jumped eagerly onto the down duvet and climbed up to the pillows, laying back with his hands beneath his head. "Wow, can't believe I get to test out the royal bed!"
"At long last," Noctis breathed gratefully, and before an inquisitive-looking Prompto could question him, the Prince grinned and crawled over him, giving him a quick, messy smooch, made awkward and affectionate with chuckles from both teens. Almost instantaneously, the prior fire was rekindled with vigour, the quick and gasping kisses growing harder, urgent. Noctis bared his teeth in sheer thrill at the dagger of moonlight highlighting Prompto's pale face and bright eyes, now heavy and focussed with pleasure.
The Prince bit down at Prompto's mouth, and grunted in surprise when the blond responded immediately with a fiendish nip, pushing one hand into Noct's thick hair and squeezing his fingers together tightly, pulling a sharp cry of pleasure from his partner at the same time he was pulling excitingly at the roots of his tresses.
"Yeah, you definitely gotta kink," Prompto murmured, in the dimness, his voice uncharacteristically low.
"And I'm gonna find yours," Noctis muttered in retaliation, seizing Prom's lips in a hard kiss and claiming a loud whine of need, swallowing it down eagerly. His arms were pale and lean but deceptively strong from routine training with weighty blades and hefty wooden weapons. Now they caged the blond and rummaged blindly to find his wrists and pin them to either side of his head, crushing them into the mattress.
Prompto panted, swallowing, gave a token wriggle of resistance against his imprisonment, and then smirked. His usual elfin features turned into something smug and almost malicious, and before Noct knew what was happening, the powerful, hard muscles of Prompto's legs, toned from years of dedicated running, rose and hooked his waist, squeezing the air out of him in a sudden huff.
In the interim, Prompto wrenched his hands free, grappled Noct's shoulders and flipped him over in a dizzying, indescribably erotic move. Breathless, the Prince found himself on his back, silver stars buzzing at the edge of his vision, and the blond sitting on his lap looking like butter wouldn't melt in his mouth.
The blond smirked coolly, proud of his accomplishment. He pressed Noctis' wrists into the soft bedding and leaned over him to enjoy a close up of the Prince's blue eyes, still dazed with surprise by the sudden turn of events. Instead of kissing the brunette pinned between his muscular thighs, Prompto lined himself up with Noctis and pressed slowly against the Prince's now full arousal with his own.
Noctis gave a predatory groan, grinding up against Prompto in response.
"Seems like this could be it," whispered the blond, his voice low, faltering with the growing friction between them as he rocked his hips seductively slow to generate just the right amount of pressure to create that hot, tingly sensation at the head of his shaft as it slipped over Noctis'. The mattress creaked as Prompto arched his back and continued to grind himself against the Prince's lap, his movements first slow and deliberate, quickly picking up pace as he desperately sought out his pleasure.
"Gods Prom, you're so fucking hot," grumbled Noct, freeing his hands to grab a hold of Prompto's backside. Fingers digging into the supple yet firm flesh, he forced Prompto's hips to continue rutting against him long after the blond's head had dipped and his breathing had become ragged.
The rapid squeak of the king-sized mattress grew exponentially louder in the dark as the two lithe figures bucked harder, gracelessly. Noctis growled, his face almost aching with the effort of the expression of pained pleasure on it, and Prompto keened and gasped short, high-pitched breaths as he began to tremor tellingly, his weight jerking upon Noct's lap.
The Prince licked his lips repeatedly, pressing his fingers harder into Prompto's backside, leaving half-moon dents with his short fingernails. As the delirium of his excitement clouded his mind, he huffed a manic laugh and spread the blond's cheeks apart teasingly.
"Shit, I can't wait to fuck you," he hissed, violet eyes wide and bright in the gloom.
Prompto made a coughing sort of sound, then groaned out a long whine, his face contorted painfully. He threw his head back hard enough to make his neck crick, and a delightful, never-before-seen expression of total shock and pleasure seemed to literally wash over his face, his features twitching and flushing minutely in the weak light.
Noctis grunted in response, sighing breathlessly when spurts of hot, creamy liquid dashed in stretched puddles across his own trembling torso.
The intoxicating scent of Prompto's essence quickly filled the Prince's nostrils. The warm fluid trickled a wet path down the edge of Noctis' abdomen as the blond collapsed in a breathless pile of limbs, limp and shaky from the throes of pleasure. Noct collected a fist full of damp blond hair and brought their mouths together in a clumsy kiss that ended up being more of an uncoordinated smashing of lips and tongues, and noses.
Prompto finally opened his lazy eyes, his vision clouded behind blown-out pupils. "Mmm Noct… That was…" he mumbled incoherently, unable to finish before the Prince once again pressed their mouths together, greedily stealing another kiss.
"Hot?" questioned the raven-haired teen, grinning against Prompto's lips. "Yeah, I know."
"Oh man...I can't move," Prompto chuckled, resting his head against Noctis' damp chest with an exaggerated groan of exhaustion. Noct attempted to give him a gentle nudge to stop him laying in his own lukewarm seed, but the blond seemed to neither notice nor care.
"So...uh," Noctis asked quietly, clearing his throat after a few minutes of Prompto steaming gently in lassitude. His own straining erection was beginning to pulse and ache with the animal urge to release, and the pressure of his best friend's weight against it wasn't easing his discomfort.
"Oh shit, yeah," Prompto wheezed, sitting up with a click of some joints, and he stretched quickly. Glancing down at the subdued glisten of his drying semen upon Noct's chest and belly, barely highlighted in the knife of moonlight, he bit down on his bottom lip with innocent concentration. The Prince fought not with squirm at the sight of the tantalisingly-sweet expression on the blond's elfin features.
"I guess...wow, I guess it's time for the main event, huh?" Prompto asked with a silly grin, his voice becoming minutely, but notably, higher-pitched and tight.
Noctis' cock pressed upward into Prompto's thigh, coursing with an eager readiness to continue and a desire to explore the uncharted territory between the blond's legs.
"Guess that's a yes," quipped Prompto, taking Noct's swollen, red-hot member into his hand and swallowing back the bubbling anxiety he felt as he fully comprehended its girth and wondered how it would ever fit.
Noct could practically feel the nervous expression on Prompto's face through the darkness. "Don't worry, I think this'll help," the Prince said reassuringly, taking up the bottle of lube he had formerly abandoned on the nightstand. He set Prompto gently onto the bed. "Just try and get comfortable, okay?"
"On my...on my back? On the websites it said that it's better if...ah, you know what, never mind," Prompto muttered, rubbing his face in embarrassment.
Noctis let out a husky laugh at the idea of his best friend trawling the same amateur gay sex forums that he had. "This will work, I think," he shrugged, pulling one of the plump black pillows from beside the blond and tucking it snugly under his hips after some manoeuvring in the gloom.
The sight of his friend's wide-eyed and slightly fearful expression was absurdly arousing, and the Prince cleared his throat after letting out a faint, feral noise of appreciation.
"Is this okay? Then we can kiss and stuff. Hopefully," Noctis added thoughtfully, scratching his head as he tried to estimate the logistics of their bodies once they got down to business.
"Never better!" Prompto managed, laughing nervously and looking down at himself and his odd position uncertainly.
"Think of it like...your running," Noctis suggested, a spark of inspiration hitting him. "You gotta take the first step in order to finish the race. And it gets easier as it goes on."
There was a brief vacuum of silence, before Prompto replied evenly. "Dude, you are not trying to compare my jogging with having a goddamn dick up my ass," he said, raising an eyebrow.
Noctis let out a sweet, sharp laugh, giving his best friend an affectionate slap on the thigh. "I'm just trying to get you to relax, dork."
"Well, this position is kinda embarrassing, so maybe you should just get on with it," Prompto said, tossing one of the small decorative pillows at his friend. They both laughed as the cushion bounced off Noctis' head onto the floor.
"Hey! I thought we were friends?" the Prince scowled.
"Boyfriends," the blond clarified playfully.
"That's right, and don't you forget it," Noct replied with an impish grin. "Okay, well let's start with this first," he stated, his tone quickly turning serious. The Prince spread Prompto's legs to permit better access and caressed the blond's inner thigh reassuringly to ease his tension. "Just try to relax," Noct directed, massaging Prompto's leg muscles. "Let me know if it hurts at all and we can stop, okay?"
The blond gave a nervous nod, illuminated only by the sliver of light that cut through the darkness. But it was enough for the Prince to press onward. He poured a generous amount of the sweet-smelling, clear liquid onto his fingers and carefully ran them up and down over the blond's entrance. The whimper that escaped before Prompto had a chance to stuff the back of his hand into his mouth was reward enough for Noct to keep going. Prodding daringly at the pink knot of muscle, Noct slipped the tip of his index finger inside the tight cavity.
Prompto, ever vocal and yet ever shy, eased out a harsh sigh, all breath and no noise. He bit down harder on the freckled skin of his own right hand, and squeezed his eyes shut tight, unable to face the expression of arousal, expectation and concern that he could practically hear radiating from his best friend in the gloom, a pulse of complex affection that was as distinct as his own thundering heartbeat.
"Hey…hey, everything okay? Talk to me," Noctis panted, clearing his throat roughly as his finger trembled inside his best friend, his own erection screaming at him with red-hot throbs and twitches to get on with it. "You, uh…feel so…hot. Tight. Shit, Prom," the Prince uttered in croaky disbelief, and Prompto really didn't feel he could cope with Noct's unfounded awe at the simple knowledge that he was a human being – just blood and muscles and heat. Nothing special, right?
"Prom?"
"Yeah, yeah! Fine!" the blond exclaimed with laudable brightness and humour, though his ribcage felt like it might shatter with the force of his terrified heart. He laughed awkwardly, seeing the familiar no-nonsense glare of his best friend, muted now as it was with lust. "I mean, yeah, it feels a bit…alien, you know? But it's cool, it's fine. Onwards and upwards, right?" he chuckled nervously, flashing his most ingratiating, but weakening, grin.
"Okay," Noctis said with quiet determination, readjusting his sweat-dampened hand against Prompto's thigh and giving his friend a gentle squeeze of reassurance before slowly pressing himself knuckle-deep into the blond. Although anticipated, Prompto still squirmed at the intrusion and bore down his muscles around the digit, unable to get used to the foreign sensation.
"Hey. You gotta relax a little more," the Prince mumbled quietly. He leaned down to place a wet kiss upon Prompto's trembling knee. "Don't worry. I got you."
"Yeah, I know," Prompto muttered, wiping his forehead free of sweat with the back of his hand.
Noct carefully slid his finger back and forth against the twitching walls of Prompto's insides, working the lubricant in as best he could. It was clear that Prompto was going to need a lot more prep if this was ever going to work. The Prince wondered how it could look so easy in all those videos he'd watched...
"I've…thought about this a lot, you know and I...kinda know what to expect...I think I'll be alright?" the blond offered hopefully, and Noctis couldn't decipher whether the anguish creasing his best friend's face as sore pleasure, or outright pain.
"You gotta tell me if it feels bad. I swear, if I hurt you I'll never forgive myself. Promise?"
"Promise," Prompto swore, and nodded with the same false confidence he had offered when his adoptive parents had asked whether he was eating properly. He gasped reflexively as Noctis probed further, harder. A grim thought swelled into his consciousness as he felt the unnatural slick that the lubrication was lending to his passage. Perhaps Noct was pressing too hard, and he was bleeding?
"Shit, Noct…I…ah…"
"S'okay. Tell me. Anything." Noctis soothed his best friend, using his free hand to molest the blond hair that was crisp and crinkled with gel and heat.
"Could ya…touch me a bit? Think I need it," Prompto asked sheepishly.
Noctis was quick to respond to the request, fearful of the consequences if he was unable to make this experience pleasurable for his friend. The raven-haired teen eagerly picked up Prompto's flaccid cock and stroked it in time with his finger as he continued to stretch the blond's passage.
"Like this?" Noctis asked, voice hitching as he gnawed at his bottom lip and tried his best to ignore the throbbing ache between his own legs.
"Yeah, I… think so…"
Prompto strained to focus on the Prince's fingers around him and the pleasing distraction they offered from the prodding sensation of intrusion while Noct continued to ready him. The blond's member slowly twitched to life beneath the Prince's grip.
"Hey, I wanna try something," the Prince offered. He extracted his finger and pushed upward against the undersides of Prompto's legs, fully exposing his rear.
"Uhh, hey… wait! Noct! What are you…" the blond's high-pitched voice shrieked with both confusion and embarrassed panic. But all thoughts he had, along with any words he was about to say, instantly melted the moment Noctis' velvety soft tongue made contact with his sensitized entrance and started lapping circles at the delicate skin.
"Gods' sake, stop, Noct!" Prompto seethed, his face suddenly darkening with a raw alarm and his raised thighs shivering under Noct's damp hands.
"Is it bad? I'll stop. I'm sorry," the Prince urged, sitting back and feeling the compulsion to lick his lips.
"No, it's not…not bad, but I…I can't make you do that. No way, dude. It's totally not right." Prompto let his legs fall under the weakening pressure of his best friend's hands. "Don't be a martyr," the blond finished in a cracked murmur.
"It's fine, I want to, you know. Well, I mean, if it makes you feel good," the Prince asserted.
"Why don't we try it now?" the blond suggested, cheeks ablaze in the darkness as he eyed Noctis' raging hard on.
"Kay…I got this. And Prom, you don't need to worry. I know your brain's full of…sub-plotting as usual. But we're buddies, and we're…now we're…" Noctis failed to enunciate , merely clearing his throat and giving his own hair a rough scratch. Prompto was at a similar loss for words, panting noisily and flexing his fingers in agitation at a subject they were teetering on the edge of articulating into words.
The blond suddenly raised his fist, and when Noctis just stared at it in bafflement, Prompto shook it demonstratively. Laughing at the realisation, he raised his own fist to return the gesture, bumping it gently against his best friend's.
"All good?" Noct asked.
"All good," Prompto chuckled in agreement. "Now get back to work," he winked, trying his luck with a staged, gravelly drawl.
"That an order? To a Prince? You got some spunk, civilian," the brunette replied, mirroring his partner's tone, creaking out his signature husky growl even as he moved back down to Prompto's upper thighs, gnawing and suckling randomly upon lightly-freckled skin.
"Civilian? Not tonight. Tonight I'm Prom King," Prompto giggled through his sighs of awed pleasure.
"Better give me your orders then, King Prompto Argentum," muffled the Prince through his assault of sultry kisses.
"Hmph! If you're trying to get me to say 'Put it in', it's not gonna happen dude!" Prompto sniggered.
"Oh, but I'm pretty sure it just did." Noctis' grin was painted from ear to ear.
Prompto's playful expression suddenly turned serious, his gaze trailing off to avoid eye contact with the Prince when he lifted his sack and spread his legs to give Noctis full access. "Well," the blond spoke quietly, "go ahead."
Noct quickly grabbed the bottle of lube and coated himself slick. He lined himself up with Prompto's entrance and wheezed with gratification as the tip of his painfully hard erection made direct contact with the blond's warm skin that twitched with nervous anticipation.
The blond tensed immediately, but pre-empted Noct's instruction for him to relax, trying his best to loosen his tight muscles somehow. He was hyper-aware of the harsh rasp of his own breathing, which trembled audibly in the darkness.
"You got this," the Prince whispered, and the reply he got was uncharacteristically sharp.
"Damn it Noct, hurry up and do it before I chicken out."
Raising an eyebrow and taking his partner at his word, the brunette eased his hips forward, his tip accidentally slicking up over unyielding flesh three times before he finally grabbed himself under the head and physically guided himself in. Prompto had remained stoically silent through this process, but when the indescribably-solid heat of Noct slid in, slow, hard, and in one excruciating movement, he sobbed raggedly in shock and pain at the same time as the Prince seethed in completely new pleasure.
"Gods, Prom," the Prince muttered with desire, head low and tone husky, his voice as shaky as the trembling biceps that were barely holding himself up. Revelling in the newfound pleasure from bottoming out inside Prompto's tight heat, Noct was almost afraid to ask for fear of the answer, but did so anyway out of underlying concern for his partner. "You okay?"
"Yes," the blond managed to squeak through the radiating pain and the sting of tears that threatened to escape the corners of his eyes. His entire body had become tense and rigid, his fingers digging into Noctis' forearms in an unsuccessful attempt to alleviate the pressure of the intrusion. Although Prompto's resolve to keep going was faltering, he gathered every shred of courage he could muster to bear the burning discomfort and allow Noct to continue.
"Just… give me a minute," Prompto forced through jagged breath. Mentally, the blond was letting go of his former optimism around the possibility of this being even remotely pleasurable, as that was clearly nothing more than a misguided fantasy.
Noctis, Gods bless him, was closing his eyes, and Prompto could feel the anguished quiver of his arm muscles as he struggled not to move, even a millimetre. Nevertheless, every minuscule twitch of his own body sent deep and throbbing aches through his frame, his fingers and toes were tingling painfully, eyes watering with the unadulterated shock and perversity of being impaled like a worm on a hook.
The Prince adjusted his weight very slightly, and the blond groaned in pain, panting for breath, biting his lip and trying to speed up the acclimatisation of feeling like something was stabbing him in the stomach from the inside.
Noctis opened his pleasure-weary eyes, shivering with the need to thrust into his best friend. He saw the intense discomfort on Prompto's elfin features, clear as day, and he wanted more than anything to ease it. Not even to give pleasure...merely, for now, to take away the obvious pain.
The Prince inhaled a few shallow, fortifying breaths and whispered bravely into the dark.
"I love you."
"...Noct," the blond said, his voice cracking with surprise as the Prince's words echoed in his head and resonated in his chest. Thankful for the darkness, the blond wiped away the tears that were springing up like a tidal wave of overwhelming happiness.
"I- I love you too."
Reaching into raven locks, Prompto pulled the Prince down into a kiss fuelled with what felt like a lifetime of emotion. As their lips smashed desperately together, sparks of passion united and flowed between them. The blond's fingertips travelled past Noctis' shoulders and down the valley of his back where they eventually came to rest upon firm ass cheeks, fingernails digging in gently. The subtle invitation finally allowed Noct to freely succumb to his desires. With a throaty moan that was muffled by Prompto's mouth, the Prince rocked his hips forward slowly to bury himself deeper into his lover.
Noctis heard the broken gasp, the soft grunt from the blond, felt surprisingly-strong, slim fingers bruise into his backside. Biting his lip, choosing to interpret the small sounds as that of long-awaited pleasure, he rocked experimentally, pushing himself to the limit inside his best friend, drinking up the faintest sobs and shaky exhales beneath him.
"Okay, Prom?" he asked croakily as his pelvis pushed against his friend's flesh, and still he tried to nudge a little deeper out of sheer bloody-mindedness.
"M-mm, keep going," Prompto nodded, glancing down between them in apparent awe at the visceral connection they now shared, punctuated by a dull throb of pain, and quiet, but striking, slick and slippery sounds in the gloom. Before his best friend had finished speaking, the Prince had continued, a little faster, his slim hipbones thudding gently against the back of Prompto's muscled thighs.
The blond continued to stare down at the Prince's gradually accelerating movements, and took hold of himself almost as an afterthought, massaging the flaccid flesh, trying to encourage it back to life. Noctis cleared his throat and panted above him, shifting awkwardly on his knees, and manhandling Prompto's legs into a new position, his hips slightly raised as the Prince hiked his lower body up off the bed.
Prompto continued to stroke his erection back to full length while Noctis supported the blond's underside, allowing his long and deliberate thrusts to reach new depths. Prompto whimpered and wheezed reactively to each, biting down on his lower lip in an attempt to silence the embarrassing noises he seemed completely unable to control.
Noct dropped his head to watch his cock disappear over and over inside of his best friend. It was the most erotic sight his eyes had ever witnessed. "Fuck," he swore, wishing that there was more than just a single beam of moonlight from which to enjoy the view. "Prom… you're amazing," he managed to mumble between thrusts.
The Prince daringly picked up his pace, announced by the audible creaking of the mattress, until the gentle rhythmic slapping between them produced faint ripples across Prompto's pale flesh. Despite already coming once earlier, the raven-haired teen wasn't sure how long he was going to last. It was taking every last ounce of willpower he had to keep a controlled pace and stop from slamming selfishly into Prompto's gloriously tight passage.
Prompto released his cock, allowing it to bounce between them as a flash of fear flickered across his face. "Noct…" the blond wheezed. "Noct!" he repeated a second time, with greater urgency. The new angle of the Prince's movements was striking something foreign and tingly deep inside. "Wait... It feels… strange."
Noctis had just offered a particularly deep and satisfying thrust, letting out a groan of almost musical pleasure, when his best friend's words filtered through to him.
"Huh? Does it hurt?" The Prince was already getting ready to pull out, causing Prompto to stutter in panic and speedily halt him with a strengthened grip on his buttocks.
"N-no, I didn't say that...um..." Blushing a sweet dark pink, visible even in the low light, Prompto hoisted his hips up a little more, wriggling on the pillow he rested on, and hooking Noctis with his ankles. "Let's...let's try this?" he asked coyly.
Cautious hope dawned on Noctis, and he raised his eyebrows under damp black hair, panting in excitement. "Was that it? Did I get it?"
Prompto managed to laugh briefly, rocking Noct's weight into him affectionately. "I dunno, that's why you gotta do it again."
With an amused huff, Noctis nodded and obeyed, pushing forward with a tight sigh of delight, his head hanging as he absorbed the unparalleled sensation of being squeezed and heated deep inside his best friend. Prompto, too, rode the now-familiar swollen feeling of intrusion and discomfort, swallowing and frowning against the pulse of muted pain.
When the Prince didn't receive any favourable reaction, he pulled a slight face of irritation and lifted Prompto's slim hips higher, adjusting his own position and resting him almost on his lap, splayed out irresistibly in front of him.
"Mmm. Nice view," Noctis chuffed with a smirk right before pulling the blond's hips down onto him.
"Ahhh!" Prompto moaned in surprise and fear as he sat fully impaled upon his Prince. The head of Noctis' cock was putting pressure on something deep inside of him that was igniting strange tingles of radiating pleasure. Although it scared him, he wanted to feel more of the sensation so the blond adjusted himself, arching his back to allow for greater friction against that spot. The extreme vulgarity of his new, exposed position sent a surge of shameful exhilaration through him and a rush of blood to his already rock-hard erection.
"Ah… yeah, I think like this," Prompto encouraged, his high-pitched voice straining while he stroked himself once more.
Noct gratefully complied, taking a firm grip of his partner's hips and raising them up and down over his rigid cock. He was able to tell from the crinkled expression on Prompto's face that he was doing something right.
"Oh gods! Noct!" the blond cried unexpectedly, pleading for Noctis to keep going as they picked up speed. "Don't stop." The former pain had all but subsided, replaced with maddening, tickling streams of pleasure radiating out from the spot deep within him that Noct was trying his best to hit with each upward thrust. A thick roll of pre-come trickled over the blond's knuckles, his pumps becoming more and more erratic, like his breathing. "Don't- stop- Noct-."
Although Noctis' muscles screamed in pain, the Prince was determined to keep hoisting Prompto's body over top of him, his vision blurring with the euphoria induced by the blond's twitching passage squeezing reactively around him.
"Prom…" Noctis' voice died in the back of his throat, replaced with huffs and moans as he forced his aching muscles to continue feeding Prompto's pleasure.
"Noct! I think I-… I'm coming!" the blond shouted suddenly.
"Oh, yes," Noctis hissed victoriously, seizing whatever energy he could dredge from his tired muscles and fucking Prompto with delirious fervour. The blond's voice squeaked out in breathless, high-pitched shocks as he used his spare hand to grasp onto the damp black bedsheets for an anchor, Noct's weight scooting him up the bed with every rough push.
Prompto was startled at the hot, watery surge of come that spurted from him in a surprise fountain, and then continued to pulse and ooze from him in a steady stream. His orgasm not yet crested, but towering behind all his heightened and frantic senses, he gasped at the wetness that soon soaked his own abdomen. Feeling bewildered and embarrassed, almost as if he was urinating, he stopped stroking himself and gripped his slick base self-consciously, fingers slipping on the red-hot, lubricious flesh.
"Don't stop it," the Prince commanded in an almost angry huff, batting the blond's hand away from the base of his shaft and taking up Prompto's cock himself. He jerked the blond's soaking erection furiously, working the slickness into a froth with his tight fist while he pounded into the blond's ass with renewed ferocity.
Prompto's eyes rolled behind closing lids, his back arching stiffly as he reached his peak and toppled over it into an oblivion of blissful rapture. "Ahhhhh, Noct-" he cried as sparks of euphoria danced across his entire body, and a seemingly endless stream of come erupted across his stomach and chest. Through his orgasm, Prompto's tight passage bore down around Noctis' length, the spasming rings of muscles quickly drowning the Prince in a pool of ecstasy.
"Fuck," Noctis gave a carnal growl as he let himself be pulled under by the waves of Prompto's pleasure.
Trying to thrust, to shove into Prompto's sleek body and manage the shocks of pleasure with movement, Noctis hissed with surprise and near-pain when he realised that he was being clamped tightly by blood-hot, pulsing muscles, and couldn't move. His orgasm stretching into a blinding sort of agony, he struggled to endure it, feebly clenching his fists and tightening his calf and thigh muscles. Finally outright screaming, even as his best friend jolted and cried out pitiably beneath him, the Prince voraciously filled up his lover.
Riding out his euphoria as best he could, Noct's yell soon devolved into weak grunts and wheezy sighs, his delicate features twisted in effort and overwhelming pleasure. He shivered, barely managing to stay upright, gasping out husky little noises with each weakening throb of Prompto's hot passage around him. It seemed a long, exhausting age before he managed to pull out with a lukewarm gush of liquid, and he had the breathless wherewithal to crawl to one side of his partner before collapsing with a groan.
The two teens nestled quietly against one other, listening to the sound of their pounding heartbeats and heavy breathing begin to slow. Their exhausted bodies glistened in the darkness with a sheen of sweat and sex. Noctis' eyes had slipped shut, his body freely succumbing to the deep-seated desire for the sleep that was about to overtake him, had it not been for the pointy elbow now jabbing into his ribs.
"Hey," Prompto groaned lazily into the Prince's shoulder, the aftermath of bliss still present in his cracking voice.
"Nm?" the Prince grumbled.
"Wake up, you." Prompto mustered enough energy to roll onto his side to face Noctis, consciously making an effort to stay far enough back so that the fluids trickling across his stomach didn't get on his partner. "Don't tell me you're just gonna leave me here like this!"
Noctis peeked sideways at the blond who was grinning at him in disbelief. His glance shifted downward to the white, sticky mess Prompto was complaining about. "Why not? Looks good on you," the Prince snickered.
"It's your duty, dude," Prompto insisted, poking the Prince gently in the shoulder. "Gotta pamper me."
"I thought I was the lazy one," Noct shrugged as best he could while sprawled close against his lover, whose blue eyes were contradictorily bright with exertion and satiety.
"You are, but I'm currently the one with the crippled ass," the blond griped.
"You weren't complaining two minutes ago," Noctis chuckled huskily, although he sat up with a crack of joints and a long sigh at the throb in his overworked muscles that promised a world of pain in the morning. Smirking at the disgruntled, adorable pout on Prompto's sweat-damp and pinkened features, he abruptly leaned down and kissed it away. His best friend made a small, delicious noise of surprise, and then pushed him away playfully.
"And hurry back," Prompto grinned.
Five minutes later, Noctis had indeed cleaned his partner, smearing away the sticky liquid that coated him like icing, and making the occasional impressed noise of snarky appreciation at the sheer volume of it. This earned him a few affectionate punches of reprimand.
No sooner had he thrown the used washcloth to the hardwood floor and yawned, Noctis wormed his way against Prompto's side, nuzzling his freckled bicep briefly before closing his eyes and relaxing his mind.
"You know, you've been falling asleep on me since the second day we ever hung out."
Noct nodded lethargically in agreement. He had, at the time, been mildly embarrassed to have drifted into a pleasing nap that lunchtime, waking up with his head at an awkward angle against Prompto, his new friend's, shoulder. Apparently, though, not embarrassed enough to make sure it didn't happen again, because it became a routine occurrence over the years.
"Yeah, but I don't think I've ever had a better reason than tonight," the Prince mumbled with a grin, snuggling closer into Prompto and exhaling approvingly when the blond reached over the side of the bed and pulled the duvet up over the top of them.
"I think you got that right," Prompto smiled, wincing a little as he slid himself feebly off the bed. "Don't fade on me just yet, Your Highness. There's one last thing we gotta do before you pass out!"
Noctis just moaned and nestled deeper underneath the fluffy down covers, rolling into the warm spot left behind by his partner. The blond crept from the room, returning just moments later to a dozing Prince. He scooted in beside Noctis once more, chuckling softly. "Hey you, say cheese!"
The brunette grunted, opening his eyes more to confirm that Prompto was really intending to postpone their nap with a photograph, than an intention of actually staying awake.
"Are you...oh," Noctis uttered in a husky whisper, a small, glowing smile gracing his delicate features. "You're insane, you know that?"
Prompto flashed his thousand-watt grin and nodded with light-hearted agreement. "Yeah. But you love me anyway, right?"
He encouraged his best friend to sit a little more upright, propped back against the sumptuous mound of black pillows, and placed Noct's Prom King crown upon his damp hair. He settled his own, thinner, more complex crown onto his own head, crushing already-wilted, wet-sand coloured hair. Scooping his arm tightly around the Prince, he turned the camera on with his free hand.
"Always," Noct promised simply, beaming.
He adjusted his metallic crown slightly, smoothing sweaty hair from his grey-blue eyes as Prompto held his camera aloft in front of them, and pressed the shutter button.