starless_sky: (Goth king)
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 It was a normal day, a typical school day, perfectly delightfully average. The lectures were boring, the students were gossiping, the clock was going way too slow... Noctis was itching in his skin. He was hot and uncomfortable. He felt so anxious. He was fine. Everything was fine, perfectly normal. He was just.... breathing too shallowly and too quick. He was getting stares from others. Deep breath. In... out.... count..... in.... out.... count.... act normal. Wait. no. He was normal. This was fine. He was totally fine. He wasn't super aware of every single alpha in this classroom at the moment, it was just.... he always had a sensitive nose, it was nothing. He smelled them before today, nothing new. Everything was blissfully average. 

The bell rang for break. Despite being in the far corner of the room, Noctis was one of the first out of the classroom. He had to get air. He had to breathe something that wasn't this school. Because.... he was... trying to avoid the thought. Whatever this was it would pass if he just got to his hiding place and sat alone for a while. Just a little while. He needed air and space. Once he got to his place, his and Prompto's place now... he pulled off his blazer, tie, and unbuttoned the top buttons of his shirt. It was so hot. He couldn't disrobe completely, though he wanted to untuck his shirt but that was a bit too casual even for him. Ignis would have something to say about that when they met and he'd forgotten to re-tuck the shirt back in. 

He sat in the grass and just inhaled slowly, held his breath, and exhaled. Inhale... hold.... exhale.... his fingers felt twitchy. He must be coming down with something. Yeah just a cold...

Date: 2019-10-02 10:15 pm (UTC)
hajimetejanai: (i can top too sometimes)
From: [personal profile] hajimetejanai
Prompto used to steal glances and fear the repercussions of being caught, and now Noct's body was on display for him alone. He'd only just begun to appreciate it, his smile a bit more predatory in nature, as if a reflection of this more feral side of him waking and being slowly encouraged, and his laughter was warm and inviting, breathy and low, a pleasant rumble as he teased at his omega's lips.

Prompto might be an alpha, but it didn't mean he hadn't a keen artist's eye. On a form as perfect as Noct's where could he leave his mark and not ruin the canvas? The thought of covering him slowly in them pleased him, but too many and it felt like they might begin to lose meaning, too few and his love might be doubted.

"As many as I want?" he repeated, slower, and more deliberate, almost a purr in his voice. He had a few in mind, though his attention was on the irresistible noises Noct was making as he was touched. Everything was already so wet and slick, it made easy work for his hand, sliding the length of him a few times as he hardened, writhing beneath him, the sight alone bringing Prompto to full arousal himself. Noct made it so easy, offering himself like a lamb before a hungry wolf and Prompto thought the idea of his mate on all fours, presenting a welcome hole for him was probably the hottest thing he'd ever heard.

They'd already made a mess of the couch, he'd probably have to put in some extra hours at his part-time and hire a deep-cleaning service. It wasn't like his parents would be home anytime soon, but he tried to be responsible, and he wouldn't leave a mess, though he'd certainly be happy to make one.

"Show me," he gave Noct one more slow, deliberate stroke, thumb sliding over the tip before releasing him, pressing himself up from the couch, knees still between Noct's legs. It had a way of putting them both on display, he thought, seeing Noct spread out on the couch, literally begging for more, while Noct could now see the long, lean lines of Prompto's body, spotted with freckles and flushed with desire.

"Fuck, I can't wait to get back inside you..."

Date: 2019-10-05 03:15 am (UTC)
hajimetejanai: (sigh)
From: [personal profile] hajimetejanai
It was hard not to admire his mate as he got into position. He could imagine his marks all over that pale, perfect skin; the lean, soft abdomen, the small curve of his ass, the narrow shoulders, every part of him begging for Prompto's touch, his possessive marks.

Clearly, he wasn't the only one staring.

"See something you like?" he said, smile twisting into an amused smirk. He'd never really thought he was all that big, not that he stared much at other guys' dicks, but he just figured he was average. The way Noct looked at him though, gave him a bit more confidence.

He'd probably spoken too soon, as he was staring down Noct's rear. It was so wet, he let his fingers slide through it, trailing down a thigh and glad Noct wasn't looking at him too closely now, because the urge to smell and lick and breathe in that omega slick was beyond tempting. He was still wide open after their first round, and that little wiggle was all the encouragement he needed.

Prompto took hold of Noct's hips, spreading him open just a bit wider as he lined himself up, then thrust in roughly, all the way to the base of his shaft. He moaned, sinking his fingers into that deliciously soft skin.

"Gods, baby, I can't wait either," he said with a shuddering breath.

Date: 2019-10-07 06:34 am (UTC)
hajimetejanai: (trying his best)
From: [personal profile] hajimetejanai
Prompto was doing his best to assert himself, to play the part of a good, strong alpha, to give what his omega needed and not just take what he wanted. But Noct's attention was enough to force a blush of his own. Was Noct really that turned on by him? Prompto was used to feeling ashamed and hiding his body, not having it admired. It was hard to compare when he'd always felt inferior.

"I- u-um," he replied, honestly thrown off by the bold honesty in the way Noct said it. Noct was smaller, sure, but that was because he was an omega, it didn't make Prompto special, or so he'd thought.

Hopefully his actions spoke a bit more confidently than his words as he pressed inside. Noct was already begging for more, writhing around him in a way that made him want to pound his mate into the cushions. Prompto could hardly refuse him, but there was something endearing in the way he begged, the way he got so impatient when he had to wait, as if he'd never been told no in his life. It made it fun to tease him in return.

It was easier this time, to find a rhythm, and Prompto found he could penetrate him so much deeper from this angle, slamming in roughly to hear the lewd slapping of moist skin. Even after working him open, Noct still felt so good around him, the motion enough to make him him throb with the need to come again when they'd only just gotten started. He sunk his fingers into Noct's hips, trying to hold out, slowly so he could breathe properly and reach around, leaning in close and stroking Noct in time with his thrusts.

"Tell me how good, baby. Tell me how much you like it," he teased, "I wanna hear you beg me for it."

Date: 2019-10-25 05:09 pm (UTC)
hajimetejanai: (i can top too sometimes)
From: [personal profile] hajimetejanai
It was hard not to feel deliriously good as he continued, that tight wetness around him with each rock of his hips. Their scents were thick in the air, intermingling and potent, and the need to rut, to breed, to possess was like a siren's call, impossible to ignore and intoxicating in its surrender.

His rhythm became erratic, stilted as his muscles tightened, the warning minimal as he thrust deeper and stopped, knot swelling as he felt his pleasure bursting over, spilling inside his chosen mate and he sunk his teeth deep, just above Noct's shoulder-blade.

"You're mine," he heard himself whispering roughly as he worked his hands over his mate's cock, speech a bit bleary and rough from his own orgasm.

"I won't let anyone else take you, gods, you're so good," he lapped at the blood oozing up from the new, tender bite, a gesture to both clean and reassure his omega.

"...wanna mark every last inch of you. Come for me baby, I wanna hear you call my name..."

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