It wasn't something he would admit to later but he really did fear Prompto might not like him as an omega. He was projecting his insecurities by asking but the worry was real. He had a difficult life ahead of him being an omega, he thought so at least. But having the support of someone so wonderful could make all the difference. Prompto was special, Prompto didn't have to like or obey him, he was honest. He had nothing to lose after all.
"I... is that bad? I like you." he said not really thinking about it. "You apologize too much though..." he got comfy and just tried to breathe as they moved along. Prompto was faster than he expected. He didn't seem to struggle under the added weight. His scent was nice, listening to his breathing was getting him worked up. He need only close his eyes and imagine that breathing in time with Prompto thrusting into him. He mewled softly as he shook his head. Woah woah... don't get caught up with that just yet. Wait, just yet? He had to calm down... but... Prompto's arms around his legs felt good. He was sturdy, Noct could tell.
"You're strong." he smiled as he whispered in Prompto's ear. His fingers were already in his tie and even that comment about killing Prompto didn't stop him, and then that rumble. Gods that sent a shiver through him. What did he have to do to get more of that? He tugged more at Prompto's tie. He'd figure it out, he'd be a good omega, he'd make him happy.
And then they were on the ground. Noctis tumbled to the pavement, rolling off Prompto and sitting up in confusion. "Where... why did you fall?" he looked at the door.
"Was it my fault?" he felt a pang of guilt but he had to get them inside, somewhere he could hide from the world. Nobody need seem him like this. In the fall his phone slid out of his blazer pocket. He groaned. Of course... he closed his eyes for a second. He really was an idiot right now. He snatched the device and typed out a mostly coherent message to Ignis.
"Come on, can you get up? I can open the door. Where's your key?" he reached under Prompto, feeling for his pockets. "Don't tell me you left it in your bag."
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Date: 2019-09-21 06:05 pm (UTC)It wasn't something he would admit to later but he really did fear Prompto might not like him as an omega. He was projecting his insecurities by asking but the worry was real. He had a difficult life ahead of him being an omega, he thought so at least. But having the support of someone so wonderful could make all the difference. Prompto was special, Prompto didn't have to like or obey him, he was honest. He had nothing to lose after all.
"I... is that bad? I like you." he said not really thinking about it. "You apologize too much though..." he got comfy and just tried to breathe as they moved along. Prompto was faster than he expected. He didn't seem to struggle under the added weight. His scent was nice, listening to his breathing was getting him worked up. He need only close his eyes and imagine that breathing in time with Prompto thrusting into him. He mewled softly as he shook his head. Woah woah... don't get caught up with that just yet. Wait, just yet? He had to calm down... but... Prompto's arms around his legs felt good. He was sturdy, Noct could tell.
"You're strong." he smiled as he whispered in Prompto's ear. His fingers were already in his tie and even that comment about killing Prompto didn't stop him, and then that rumble. Gods that sent a shiver through him. What did he have to do to get more of that? He tugged more at Prompto's tie. He'd figure it out, he'd be a good omega, he'd make him happy.
And then they were on the ground. Noctis tumbled to the pavement, rolling off Prompto and sitting up in confusion. "Where... why did you fall?" he looked at the door.
"Was it my fault?" he felt a pang of guilt but he had to get them inside, somewhere he could hide from the world. Nobody need seem him like this. In the fall his phone slid out of his blazer pocket. He groaned. Of course... he closed his eyes for a second. He really was an idiot right now. He snatched the device and typed out a mostly coherent message to Ignis.
"Come on, can you get up? I can open the door. Where's your key?" he reached under Prompto, feeling for his pockets. "Don't tell me you left it in your bag."