*Yup, this is the chapter many of you were waiting for.

SHED SOME LIGHT ON THINGS

CHAPTER 7

Prompto was thankful that his apartment was only on the third floor of the complex. His boots felt heavy with every step and he was in desperate need of a shower. The trip to Cleigne was supposed to be for just one night to check the border and see if any more refugees were seeking sanctuary. There hadn't been any people, but he wasn't there for an hour before he heard the familiar hiss of a Marlboro. The few guards that were posted there were well equipped to handle a few desperate humans, if necessary. Not a fully grown, poison spewing, angry bag of tentacles. Thankfully Prompto had a few magic flasks on him, but even then it took all their efforts to take it down.

They'd spent the entire night searching for the creatures nest before they finally found and torched the place around dawn. Prompto could still hear the wet pops of the eggs as the fire got to them. And the smell… Prompto wrinkled his nose just thinking about it.

Finally he reached his studio door and walked in. There was a small package on the floor, just big enough to have fit through his mail slot. He shook it and looked where it came from. He smiled, "Yay, overnight shipping." Tossing the package on his bed he stripped his field uniform off and tossed it in a garbage bag, tying a knot in it to contain the smell until he could get to a drycleaners tomorrow. They were going to have their work cut out for them.

Opening his drawer of curatives he found a remedy and an elixir and quickly downed them both. He'd brought some with him on the trip, but between him and the other injured guards there he'd quickly depleted his supply. Prompto sighed in relief as he felt the effects flow through his body. Well, that took care of the poison, now about the smell.

Turning on the shower to warm up he brushed his teeth and swished with mouthwash, twice. Gods he could still taste that monsters putrid breath. The shower was quick, but thorough. Prompto's skin was pink from the scalding water when he emerged. He dried his hair and flopped down on his bed naked. The golden rays of the noon sun streaming in between his blinds as he descended into a well-deserved nap.

The windows were black when Prompto heard a knock on his door. Groaning, he dragged his head from the comfortable confines of the pillows and wiped the drool from his chin. He could have stayed in those sheets for another hour or twelve, but the knock was more persistent. He cleared his throat as he searched for his pants, "hang on, hang on…" Eventually he gave up on his search and wrapped his still damp towel around his waist.

Looking through the peephole on his apartment door he immediately recognized Noctis in his civilian clothes. "Password?" Prompto called through the wood of the door.

There was a long pause before Noct said, "Choco-bros?"

Prompto opened the door, letting Noct step in. "So that's where my South Face jacket went," he said, dusting the snow off Noct's shoulders. It had been cool out lately, but Prompto was surprised to see snow this early in the season.

"I really wish you lived in the Citadel. These trips to come see you require a bit of stealth."

Prompto shrugged. "It's too fancy for me. I kind of like having my own space. Present company excluded."

Noctis took off his scarf and hat and hung them on the coatrack near the door. "I heard you were back in town. They say you ran into some trouble. You alright?"

Prompto noticed Noct's eyes roam his bare torso, he smirked. "I'm better now that I've had a shower and a nap."

Noctis kicked off his boots and hung up his coat before turning to the gunman. "Good," he said before grabbing Prompto by the terrycloth covered hips and shoving him down onto the bed.

"Ah! Shiva's tits, your hands are cold," Prompto squeaked out as Noct's grip slid up the side of his abs. Soon the cold was forgotten as Noctis pressed down into him and captured his lips in a bruising kiss. They tossed around the bed for a few moments until Prompto grabbed Noct's shirt. "I'm the only one here naked. Strip."

Soon they had reached their familiar rhythm of breathless kisses and grinding. The coil of orgasm was creeping its way through Prompto's body pleasantly when Noctis suddenly stopped and pulled away. He grabbed Prompto by the throat and pressed slightly. Not enough to cut off air, but Prompto's head grew a little foggy. It didn't even dawn on him to fight back.

Noctis leaned in and spoke in a deep voice, "You need to put that gorgeous mouth of yours to good use."

A shiver went down Prompto's spine at the tone he was using. "I've never done that befo-", Noct gave a slightly tighter squeeze on his throat.

"I wasn't asking."

Prompto didn't know what had gotten into Noctis, but he loved it. He gave a nod into the King's grip and he let him go. His King lay on his back across black sheets and waited for him. It was the hottest thing Prompto had ever seen.

Bending over Prompto took the royal member in his hand and gave it a few pumps. Come on, he thought, you've seen enough porno's to know how this works. Remember the tips Ignis gave you.

He slid a tongue tentatively from base to tip. Noct let out a light moan, encouraging him to continue. After a few more long, drawn out licks he experimentally slid the length in his mouth. Not going too far at first he kept his teeth back and slowly stroked the shaft in conjunction with every bob of his head. "Fuck…" Noct moaned as Prompto increased suction. He could get used to hearing these noises.

Fingers wove through his hair, egging him on until he felt Noct's thighs quivering beneath him. It didn't take long before fingers tightened in his hair as Noct began to thrust upward into his mouth. It took every fiber of control to suppress his gag reflex as Noct pounded the back of his throat. Over the gagging noises he was making he heard the shuttering breaths of his King before being held down as he came. Hot liquid filled the back of his throat as tears pricked the corners of his eyes.

Finally Noct let him go. Prompto sat up abruptly, sputtering and gasping for air. The taste of orgasm coated his tongue as he closed his lips and swallowed. "That," he said, his throat a little raspy, "was intense."

"That," said Noctis, smirking, "was indecent." He leaned forward and kissed Prompto, still a bit rough but not as intense as earlier. "Your turn," he said as he lowered the blonde to the sheets.

"Hang on," said Prompto and leaned over the edge of the bed looking for the package that came in the mail. When he found it he opened it with his teeth. The contents clattered on the floor. Sweeping other items under his bed for later Prompto found the small clear vial he was looking for. Crawling back up on the bed he handed it to Noctis.

Noct looked down at it. "You're sure? You want to try again?"

Prompto nodded nervously. "Yeah."

The King looked contemplative for an instant before saying, "Alright." Leaning down he took Prompto's mouth in a kiss before his lips traveled down his chest, then abs… Prompto's cock twitched with every kiss before Noct's mouth wrapped around him. He nearly came right there and then as his eyes rolled back in his head. It wasn't until he heard the cap of the lube vial open did he tense up. Here goes everything.

The lube was cool as it touched his entrance, making him flinch. Noct worked slow as he continued to lavish attention on his member. Prompto dare not look down lest the scene make him climax before the event. Also, despite all his fantasies he didn't want to show how nervous he was. He gripped the sheets when a finger was inserted. It was an alien sensation, but after a little while it started to feel good. His breath hitched when a second finger joined in and Noct hit something inside him. Ignis had given him an inkling of what to expect, but this was more than he imagined. Noct took him out of his mouth long enough to ask, "You alright?" Prompto couldn't speak, so he just nodded.

He groaned when a third finger was added. Noct kept pushing a little deeper until he was hitting that wonderful spot with every twitch of his wrist. Prompto had no clue how he hadn't come four times by now. Maybe he had. There were so many sensations it was hard to tell. "Noct..." he gasped, "do it."

He heard the lube bottle open again before Noctis crawled over him. He felt pressure on his entrance as pale blue eyes looked down at him. Noct rested his forehead on Prompto's as he slowly began to push.

Last time this is about where they'd stopped. They hadn't prepped enough and rushed things. Right about now Prompto was telling Noctis to stop as tears stung his eyes. Last time was a lesson learned.

This time, however…

A mutual moan escaped both of their throats as Noct slid in to the hilt. He held there for a moment, waiting for them both to adjust until Prompto nodded into Noct's forehead. The King leaned down and kissed him as he began to move. Slow at first, but they were both so worked up the pace soon increased. Before he realized he was doing it Prompto began lifting his hips up to meet Noct.

They were writhing in each other's arms as Prompto felt Noctis' breath hitch against his throat. The thrusts became erratic and soon his King was convulsing in his arms.

Both covered in sweat and various other fluids they collapsed into each other. They stayed that way for long while in silence.

Normally when it was quiet, whispers of self-doubt and insecurities would creep into the back of Prompto's mind. But at the moment, with the King of Lucis breathless against his neck… there wasn't any room left for it.

Before Prompto dozed off he made a mental note to thank Ignis the next time he saw him.

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