Chapter 6: Feed the Wolf

Noct turned his baseball hat backwards and loomed over Prompto, shadow cloaking the mix of solemn determination and perplexed curiosity on his face. He slowly closed the gap between them until he was close enough to feel his best friend's warming breath upon his lips. The blond smelled sweet, like sugar with a hint of chocolate milkshake.

The raven-haired teen paused, realizing that despite what Prompto had just said, this was undeniably a line. It was a line between best friends that should never be crossed. And once he'd crossed it, he knew there would definitely be no going back. The wide-eyed stare his best friend was giving him all the while he hovered tentatively in front of Prompto's lips was indicative of that. But gods be damned, Noctis really wanted to feel those quivering lips. It was an inexplicable, deeply compelling urge, akin to an itch that needed to be scratched. And the urgent arousal in his pants was only making him want to throw caution to the wind.

Trying not to think about what would happen afterwards, the Prince forged selfishly onward. It was his birthday, after all. And besides, the blond had basically just given him an open invitation, right? Noct figured that would at least be grounds to call a truce, so that they could both pretend this never happened if and when the time came. Plus, Prompto had been the instigator in all this anyway, taking him to the porn shop and stealing that magazine. With that in mind, the Prince bravely leaned forward to close the last few inches between them until their lips pressed lightly together.

Prompto's lips were soft, and pliable. It was unexpected and the Prince found himself pushing harder against the blond in search of more of his taste. Prompto offered no resistance as the Prince's chafed lips pressed onward and Noctis' tongue ran an exploratory mission to see if he could coax the blond's mouth open. Victory was won quickly as Prompto parted his lips to permit his best friend's entry. The teenagers' tongues slipped clumsily over one another in a blinding mess of sinfully hot saliva. The undeniable excitement radiating outward from the point of contact made the hairs on Noctis' arms stand on end. The Prince's heart was pounding in his chest, even harder than when they were making their great escape from the paparazzi, and his exhilaration resonated irrefutably between his legs.

Without breaking the kiss, Noctis deliberately shifted his hips so that the aching erection inside his pants rubbed over the lump in Prompto's jeans. The motion elicited a delectable groan from the blond, the throaty vibrations of which Noctis felt through their kiss. It was an oddly thrilling noise which the Prince had never heard from Prompto in all the years they had been friends. Noct decided that he liked it. He wanted to hear it again, so he deliberately rubbed himself across the same place a second time. Except this time the blond leapt back, his hand shooting up to cover his mouth and stifle the ungodly whimper that had escaped.

"N-Noct!"

"Yeah?" the Prince asked with a smug grin, head tilted to one side and breath heavy against Prompto's ear.

"What are we…" the blond's voice faded at the back of his throat as soon as his best friend's tongue slid deliberately up the shell of his ear.

"I don't know, why don't you tell me?" Noct said with a smirk against the blond's exposed neck, which was about to endure an all-out assault of princely kisses and licks. Noctis wasn't quite sure what had gotten into him, but the unearthly noises his best friend had made just moments ago sparked something feral within him. All he could think about was how to get the blond to make them again. Who knew that Prompto could turn him on this much?

No more words were spoken as the two teens rutted into one other, enjoying the sweet, forbidden friction against their arousals just as much as the erotic, never-before-seen, lust-filled expressions on each other's faces. Prompto finally closed his eyes and rode out the pleasure-filled sensation of his best friends cock as it pressed and bucked against him with youthful inexperience. The Prince's clumsy movements were causing Prompto's tight denim jeans to cinch and pinch in all the wrong places, but yet, Noct somehow managed to apply pressure exactly where needed such that all the other discomforts didn't matter to the blond.

Prompto reached around Noctis' neck and pulled him forward until their lips locked once more. Their tongues quickly intertwined, seeking out more of the overwhelming heat that radiated between them.

"Mmm, Noct…" the blond moaned into the Prince's mouth, warning his best friend of his approaching orgasm at the same time as Noct's breathing grew noticeably heavier, his hips bucking ever harder into Prompto's.

Suddenly, and without warning, Noctis pulled back, allowing the cool night breeze to sweep between them. The abrupt absence of contact elicited a slight whimper of disappointment from the blond.

"Hey, you can't just stop halfway!" Prompto whined jokingly in a half-hearted attempt to hide his fear that Noctis had come to his senses and changed his mind about what they were doing. The blond shifted slightly against the Regalia's hood to loosen the uncomfortable folds in his jeans.

"Not stopping," the Prince mumbled, flipping off his baseball hat and shedding his white t-shirt faster than Prompto had ever thought possible. Noct tossed the garment aside, returning his cap to its backwards position to cover his flattened, sweat-damp hair. Prompto graciously accepted the view, eyeing the expanse of smooth, toned muscles in front of him.

"Soooo, you wanna do it, don't ya?" the blond surmised with a wry grin.

"I don't know what you're talkin' about," the brunette replied coyly, running a hand through Prompto's hair, tousling it to near-perfection in one easy motion.

"Oh, I think you do!" Prompto snickered, daringly slipping his fingers through the Prince's belt loops and pulling Noctis' hips against him once more.