After postponing it admirably for a few minutes, Prompto finally surrendered to a coughing fit as they approached the long pier, sun-drenched and breezy. He waved off Noctis' concern, spluttering, as the Prince kept trying to ask him if he was alright. He was finally recovering when Noct grabbed his hand supportively, and he regretfully had to shake it off.
"Not here, dude, someone will see," Prompto wheezed.
"I don't care," Noctis huffed, crossing his arms.
"You will when it's all over the Internet," the blond reasoned.
Pouting impressively, Noctis stood his ground. "I care about you."
Prompto met his glare, blue eyes bright and a new smile beaming. "I know, dude. And I love you. But I think it's best if…we keep it to ourselves for now?"
The Prince pondered this whilst shrugging belligerently. "Hm …our secret?"
"Something like that."
"…Everyone knows that I feel the same as…as what you just said."
"…The same?"
"Yeah, I mean…I, uh…you know."
Prompto chuckled warmly. "Not really, dude, but I can deal with that," he assured the Prince, flashing a sunny grin as they mounted the steps onto the pier, side-stepping to avoid a few groups of tourists.
"I care about you," Noctis repeated firmly, his indigo eyes deceptively cold as his face reddened and his pale throat bobbed with a swallow. "A lot."
"Oh…Noct," Prom sighed helplessly, oblivious to the toddlers that bumped against him even as their parents tried to steer them aside. "…Honestly?"
"Yeah. Now kiss me, I'm a Prince." Noctis smoothed down his dark fringe with ostensible confidence, clearing his throat.
"…Should put that on a T-shirt," Prompto giggled, his strong fingers fidgeting with restraint. "But seriously, no. Don't be reckless, you'll regret it."
Indignant at being told what to do, Noctis stared at Prompto as the blond carried on down the sun-baked pier, scratching his quiff self-consciously. Following him in silence, Noctis pondered the sort of punishment he could mete out for this transgression.
They stumbled together into the hotel room, fingers and mouths vaguely and repeatedly connected, excited exhales fuelled by sucking, airless kisses.
"Tell me…tell me," Noct groaned in a wheezy baritone, biting his best friend's bottom lip hungrily as he kicked the door shut behind him.
"Nh…wha-what?" the blonde whispered back in harsh desperation, strong hands sliding under the Prince's black shirt, rummaging hastily at ribs and hips and shoulderblades.
"Tell me 'bout him," Noct seethed, nipping fiercely upon the gunner's freckled jaw, licking roughly up his cheek, nuzzling into coarse blond hair.
"Gods, Noct, not now!" Prom whined, panting, his hands leaving Noctis' lithe body as he rushed to the blinds across the vast window, hurriedly closing them, but cursing when he saw that the room was still considerably sunny, warm dust motes tumbling everywhere at the disruption.
"Hell are you doing?" Noctis asked, ripping off his own black T-shirt and catching up with Prompto, tugging at his tank top roughly, trying to get him to do the same.
"It's a bit…bright," Prompto shrugged, relenting as he found himself muffled by the top that was being pulled over his head, and no sooner could he see again than pale fingers were fiddling impatiently with his belt. "Wait a bit, Noct!"
"No. Now," the Prince declared flatly, yanking open his friend's flies and trying to peel them apart when his hands were shooed away.
"I don't want you to go off like a firework again," Prom tried to reason, and he knew he'd made a mistake when the brunette's proud indigo gaze hardened at him.
"…I wasn't good enough?"
"I didn't say that, you know that's not what I meant! But we can take our time," the blond attempted to soothe him.
"…Do you wanna have sex?"
"…Maybe not…'full' sex…" Prompto murmured. "Look, I haven't done it before, I'm a bit…well…nervous. We can do something else, we've got all the time in the world."
"You know that's not true," Noct said pointedly.
"That's not what…ugh, fine. Let's just…carry on." Prom silenced any further complaints by kissing Noctis hard, whilst simultaneously groping his backside with both hands.
"Mm…naked, though," Noct insisted against busy lips, and his friend paused.
"I'm not so hot with…how I look, you know," Prompto admitted quietly.
"I'm pretty hot about how you look, though. Please?"
It was rare that Noctis asked for anything so politely, and whilst Prompto was aware that this was a deliberate tactic on the Prince's part, he couldn't help but be charmed, and indeed, swayed, by that one simple word.
"Fine," Prompto murmured, taking a step back and proceeding to undress himself completely, kicking away boots and jeans and underwear, the self-conscious blush stoking his freckled skin traversing down a slim throat and across his muscled chest. Still not making eye contact, he crossed his arms awkwardly across his body, enduring Noct's silent stare.
"You look…absolutely…" The Prince eventually began.
"…Messed up, I know," Prom muttered, sighing and fidgeting as he glanced hopefully towards the bed, and particularly, the bedcovers under which he soon hoped to be sequestered.
"I was gonna say 'incredible,'" Noctis told him with a small smile, taking Prompto's narrow chin in one hand and tilting his face upwards, though irritable eyes refused to meet his, instead glaring at the ground. The Prince placated him further with a series of small, tender pecks, before stepping back himself.
"Undress me?"
"…I can't tell if you're being romantic or just lazy," Prompto sniggered, finally meeting his warm gaze and feeling relieved at the apparent lack of judgement or disgust. "Take off your boots and lay down."
Noctis, quietly relieved, did as he was requested and soon settled back on the bed, the plump, cool pillows propped up behind him. He revelled in the sight of the lean body that advanced sinuously to join him, the ways in which never-before-seen skin and muscle moved and flexed and lived.
He groaned when strong, slightly calloused hands undid his trousers, the zip buzzing loudly in the serene heat of the hotel room. He couldn't help but sigh and thrill at the sight of Prompto easing the fabric over the solid bulge of his crotch, before carefully, shakily doing the same with the warm, slightly damp fabric of his dark underwear, completely removing both items and sliding them off of the bed. The blond bit his lip in delight as he ran his thumb experimentally across Noct's slit, smearing his slippery pre-come around in playful circles.
"Not too much," the Prince warned, reluctant to admit that he was once again dangerously close to coming, but knowing that Prompto would do his best to avoid that unfortunate eventuality. The photographer nodded, giving him an affectionate wink, before scooting up to lay beside him, curling into his body and kissing him soundly.
"What do ya wanna do?" Prom whispered, pecking him on the tip of his nose before smoothing one hand over his chest, feeling the rapid thud of his heart, and rewarding him with a slow tweak of one dark nipple. Noctis winced in pleasure, panting. "Uh…that," he instructed, causing the blond to giggle in response and plant his mouth over the stiffening nipple, sucking gently and running his tongue over the nub. He had the wherewithal to notice Noct moving his hand to start to stroke himself off, and he swiftly grabbed the offending wrist, giving a little nip to the swollen bud in his mouth as a lesson. The tight sigh it elicited was delicious.
"…Sit on me," Noct muttered, rummaging his rogue hand into Prompto's thick hair.
Prompto paused, and gulped worriedly. "You mean, like…"
"Not like that. Just…here, so we can…" he mumbled vaguely, patting his thighs and trailing off into expectant, breathless quiet.
The blond nodded, and swiftly swung one leg across the Prince, mounting his thighs and nudging forward with wide eyes and parted lips until their members bumped, causing dual hisses of novel, shocked pleasure. They both stared at their cocks, which bobbed and pulsed enticingly against each other, and Noctis tentatively gripped them both together for a brief squeeze, making Prompto's head fall back, his long throat stretched.
Noctis moaned to himself as he remembered ejaculating inside that throat, thrusting and coming and filling his best friend's mouth with his hot seed, and he found himself rocking once more into his own hand, his shaft sliding and slipping awkwardly against that of the blond.
"Noct," Prompto keened, grimacing with pleasure. "Feels…ah, Gods…" he sighed, finally opening his sleepy-looking blue eyes and watching as Noctis started to rapidly jerk them both off with trembling, precome-slick fingers.
"M'close," the Prince whispered coarsely, panting, watching as Prompto began to squirm and twitch, leaning forward to plant his damp hands harder against Noct's pink-flushed chest.
With his free hand, Noctis scraped his fingertips down Prompto's long back, roughly bumping the nodules of his spine, until he came to the firm muscle of his backside, which earned him a little squeak of surprise.
Rushing, rambling memories of coming inside Prompto's mouth soon morphed wildly into images of pushing up inside of him right now, feeling his tight, virgin body and pounding out a vicious, conquering climax-
"Fuck, fuck!" Noctis yelled, right hand blurring at their pulsing shafts with obscene, juicy sounds, whilst his other probed roughly between the cheeks of Prom's backside, fingering the warm flesh in urgent exploration.
Prompto jolted with shock, both at the sensation of dry fingertips prodding madly against his opening, and at the sudden prize of pearly ejaculate that squirted against his chest and abdomen. Noctis was writhing and sweating and swearing loudly under his weight, making his ears ring and his heart pound in vicarious ecstasy.
The Prince was shivering with delirium and effort, staring woozily up at Prompto, when his probing hand was slapped roughly away and instead planted firmly on the blond's strong thigh.
"Close your eyes I need to come," Prompto hissed quickly, wheezing with exertion, the muscles of his arms and legs and stomach twitching tellingly.
"…What?" Noctis managed, frowning at the request as he glanced down with hazy contemplation at the series of pink and silvery scars that he had just discovered on Prompto's lean thighs and hips.
"Don't watch, I can't….just close 'em dammit!" Prompto spat, his own eyes starting to flicker as his orgasm threatened.
Reluctantly, Noctis acceded, closing his eyes and biting his lip as he twitched out his own aftershocks to the frantic sounds of Prompto masturbating, his voice rising in volume and pitch.
Ignis and Gladio were approaching the door to their hotel room to drop off some supplies, when a loud moan from the neighbouring suite caught their attention.
"Gods, don't tell me they're at it already," Gladio groaned, whilst Ignis massaged his temples wearily.
"…Noct, ugh, Noct!"
There were a few telling thumps and sighs, and a distinct, spectatorial groan of appreciation from Noctis beyond the wall.
Ignis cleared his throat and sighed, irritated by his own blush.
"It begins."