"Stop…Prom, stop," Noctis muttered, panting.
To his credit, the blond immediately pulled back, loosening his grip upon the Prince's slender wrists.
"Did I go too far?" he asked, anxiously.
"N…No, it's just…I'm a bit…" Noctis trailed off, his eyes averted and his cheekbones flushed.
Prompto pressed him, worried. "A bit what?"
"…A bit close," Noctis admitted, sighing in embarrassment.
"Close?…Ohh…right," Prompto nodded, smiling in relief before pausing. "…Really?"
"Don't laugh at me," Noctis snapped, frowning and wriggling in annoyance, half-heartedly trying to break free again.
"I'm not! It's…actually really hot," the blond confessed. "Do you wanna…stop, then, or…" he shrugged, biting his bottom lip.
"…Bit slower maybe," Noct asked quietly.
"Can do," Prompto grinned, releasing Noctis' wrists and smoothing his dark hair away from his face gently. "Hang on."
Noctis panicked as the slim blond stood up, and abruptly trotted away towards the mouth of the tunnel.
"Prom?" he called after him, his fearful voice echoing slightly amidst the damp cave walls. To his great relief, Prompto returned, gave him a quick, reassuring smooch, and spoke brightly. "Nobody's near. I don't think we'll get caught," he chuckled.
"Don't scare me like that," the Prince muttered self-consciously, sitting up and fidgeting as he tried to anticipate his friend's next action.
"I'm not going anywhere," Prompto told him firmly, kissing him once more, brief and tender. He pulled back only far enough to speak against Noct's mouth, his lips and excited exhales tickling his skin. "…Gonna use my mouth on you. Is that okay?"
Noctis nearly choked on his own gasp, seething out, "Gods…I…" and then going silent, struggling to comprehend this turn of events.
Ever observant, Prompto shook his head in immediate apology. "I'm sorry, that was too much...We can just kiss? I don't have to touch you."
"Uh…look, just…gimme a minute to think," Noctis murmured, distracted by his racing heartbeat and stinging blushes.
"'Course," Prom answered, sitting beside him and taking a slight breather himself, his pale eyelids closing briefly, shuttering bright blue eyes.
"…If you used your mouth…" Noctis began, after a minute's quiescence broken only by slightly ragged breathing and the eternal whoosh of warm waves somewhere in the unseen distance.
"Mm-hm?"
"…Well, I mean…do you know how?" the Prince asked awkwardly, quite uncertain as to what, at this juncture, would insult Prompto more – assuming he had no experience, assuming he had an awful lot, or just bailing out entirely from the situation.
"I've…done it before," Prompto told him quietly.
Noctis gaped at him, disbelieving. "With a guy?"
Prompto laughed softly at the redundant question. "Yeah, obviously."
"But…" the Prince frowned. "Who? I mean…" Noctis couldn't find it in himself to disguise his displeasure, and his features narrowed and downturned as he contemplated Prompto's history.
The blond winced, and hesitated, before speaking quickly. "Look, Noct, I'll tell you the whole story later. 'Kay? It hasn't got a happy ending, though," he added, his pretty face flickering with despondency at the memory.
Noctis guiltily let the insistent, blood-hot throb between his legs take priority over his concern, at least for the moment, and opened his arms, silently beckoning the blond in for a kiss.
With a tentative sigh of relief at the temporary respite, Prompto engaged his best friend in a deep yet chaste kiss, his arms hugging the other man forcefully, his eyes watering slightly beneath tightly closed lids.
"…Won't take long," Noctis muttered, lowering himself down with one hand , scraping through sea-dark sand as he lay back, respiration ramping up and his heartbeat panicking him with its fervour as Prompto groaned illustriously and began to grope him through the thick black fabric of his trousers.
The Prince gazed through hooded eyes at the strong, flexing hand that was caressing him with knowledgeable strokes, a palm that cupped him and fingerprints that pinched and pulled perfectly.
"You can do it. What you said before," Noctis permitted, undoing his flies tentatively, his face burning with embarrassment and anticipation.
"My mouth? Sure thing," Prompto nodded, his eyes bright, his lips parted and his fair freckles vanished amongst ripe blushes. "…Oh, shit," he cursed, a rare occurrence, as he tugged at Noct's waistband with as much restraint as he could summon, and gently pulled him out, swallowing hungrily at the heat of the solid shaft and the pearl of pleasure that beaded at its tip.
"Gods, it's gorgeous," he muttered, before hurriedly grasping its base, squeezing slightly, and sinking his mouth over the burning tip, sucking enthusiastically.
Noct keened hoarsely, seeing stars as he threw his head back and simultaneously thrust deep into Prompto's tight throat, one hand fisting painfully in blond hair as he abruptly began to climax.
The photographer, red-faced and with eyes streaming, bravely swallowed and allowed himself to be used, gagging once but soon gulping down the sudden and unexpected rush of hot pleasure that squirted into his mouth. He groaned in discomfort as Noctis thrust a few more times, bruising his throat and pulling sharply at his hair, but endured, and only pulled off when the lack of air was causing his vision to blur and his chest to hurt.
Wiping his mouth and his eyes, he swallowed a few more times, and grinned wanly at the sight and sound of Noct coming down from his orgasm, grunting and shivering, his indigo eyes shut tight.
"Ah, Prom…oh…shit," Noctis was wheezing, licking his lips repeatedly and twitching with aftershocks.
Prompto took advantage of the Prince's weakness to sit beside him, snuggling into him affectionately.
"Was that, uh…your first time?" he asked the brunette, who was still breathing strenuously, and shakily knuckling dampness from his hairline.
"Mmm," Noctis replied softly, blowing out one long, tired exhale. "…That was…really something."
Prompto guessed that now was not the time to make jokes about either speed or gentleness, so he hummed in agreement, and nobly ignored his own (somewhat deflated) erection. He massaged his throat as subtly as he could as he watched Noctis finally calm down, the Prince's eyes opening tiredly and staring up at the cool, rocky tunnel ceiling as he tucked himself away again.
"Oh," the brunette exclaimed suddenly, sitting up with rather clumsy movements and nudging closer to Prompto. "I'll do something for you now."
"You don't have to," the blond grinned, shaking his head.
"I want to," Noctis insisted, frowning. "Unless you…changed your mind?" he asked, his suspicious tone ghosted by worry of being rejected almost as soon as they had begun.
"We can. But…maybe back in the hotel?" Prompto asked, tilting his head and chuckling. "Not being funny, but your hands are covered in sand and if you touch me with them, I'm gonna be scraped raw."
"Oh…right, yeah," Noctis nodded, distantly thankful that he hadn't gone with his first instinct, which was to just shove a hand into Prom's jeans and get to work.
"Plus I wanna be able to kiss you, and I doubt you'll let me right now."
Noctis pondered this for a second, embarrassingly slow on the uptake. "…Oh…right, of course. Did I…do it right?"
"I think it's me that should be asking that," Prompto replied, sweetly red-faced and a little hoarse.
"But did I?" Noct pressed.
"You did everything you were supposed to," the blonde smirked.
Not quite satisfied with that answer, Noctis nodded nevertheless, and stood up with a small groan at his overworked muscles and slightly giddy head. Extending one gritty hand, he pulled Prompto to his feet too.
With an odd glance at his friend's mouth, Noct planted one hesitant, experimental kiss upon his high cheekbone, and then another, more lingering, on the corner of his lips. With a calculating glance, Noctis finally pushed his mouth onto Prom's, insistently probing for access.
Exploring his friend's mouth, teasing his tongue and cautiously licking, he was oddly disappointed to find hardly any trace of himself there, just the barest hint of musk.
Prompto pulled back, well aware of what Noct was doing, and grinned dirtily. "Pervert."
"Yeah," Noctis admitted, shrugging, but his pale cheeks aglow. Brushing himself down with ostensible calmness, he started striding off toward the breezy tunnel entrance, beckoning the photographer to follow him.
"Come on, blondie. It's your turn."