You say that love goes anywhere

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Prompto was a bundle of nerves.

He didn't mean to be. He tried to make the work as easy as possible for the hospital staff, and later, for Noct, as he started to care for him in their apartment. Between his broken arm and his broken leg, he couldn't use crutches, couldn't even manage a wheelchair, and depended completely on his mate to carry him where he needed. It was hard not to feel like a literal burden, and he found himself studying Noct's face, over-analyzing each expression, worrying when the troubles would pile up, when it would get to be too much, when Noct would decide he'd had enough.

When he felt especially anxious, he'd worry the necklace between his fingers, feeling the smooth band, holding it tightly, trying to remind himself of what it meant. It was a promise between them, one Noct had been quick to remind him of when he'd first woke in the hospital. Usually, it was enough, but lately, it was harder and harder not to let doubt creep in. The results of some of his tests indicated that Emil had transmitted some diseases, and part of his recovery was a heavy routine of antibiotics that left him feeling not only nauseous and listless, but increasingly worried. How could Noct even want to touch him knowing how tainted he was? How those diseased parts of Emil still lingered, leaving him with embarrassing after effects and feeling lower than low.

Maybe it was his imagination, but Noct seemed distant. They'd found other ways to communicate, either by text messages, or basic hand signs for quicker, simpler, every-day things. Hungry, thirsty, bathroom, sleepy, medicine... 

He knew it was asking a lot, putting a lot of pressure on Noctis, and Prompto missed the days when his mate didn't have fitful nightmares and wear pained expressions when he thought Prompto wasn't looking. He tried not to be needy, but anytime Noct wasn't in his line of sight, he felt a panic rise in his chest, making it hard to breathe, hard to think of anything but where his mate was. Sometimes it was hard when he wasn't close enough to touch, close enough to smell. Flashes of waking up in that strange apartment, smells he didn't recognize, a touch he wasn't expecting... Prompto's anxiety had always been high, but lately, it felt impossible to manage. He was a wreck, and he knew it was having a direct and obvious effect on Noct, too.

Noct... hadn't touched him since they'd been back together. At least not... like that. Noct carried him, sat with him, lay with him, slept in their oversized bed with him, but... they just... slept. And it was hard not to worry, not to feel more unlovable by the day. Would Noct ever want to be intimate with him again, knowing what Emil had done? Knowing someone else had left his mark, had left him sick and broken... And so he didn't push. Didn't ask for anything more than Noct gave, and always felt grateful for what he was given. But it felt like there was a wall between them, invisible, but insurmountable, and so many things left unspoken.

On the rare occasions Noct had to leave, Prompto was guarded closely, watched over by Crowe and Nyx, sometimes Libertus or Pelna. And they were great, they really were, but they weren't Noct. Prompto knew he was supposed to be healing, getting better, improving, and he was, physically, but his smile was much harder to find these days.

He lay awake now, watching Noct sleep, brows knit together in worry. Prompto was curled up next to him, wearing an oversized shirt and little else; he'd learned quickly how frustrating it was to dress himself while he was healing. He'd been resting his head on Noct's shoulder, but sleep hadn't come, and instead he just let his eyes drift over his lover's face, watching the slow breath and trying not to ruin their brief moment of rest. 

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Prompto had done a great job in the hospital in Noct's eyes. He'd been a dream patient. As much as he could be anyway. The more they unraveled about his recovery the more Noctis hated Emil. His rage was entering into a new depth of feeling he didn't know existed. Like the wheelchair. Noctis thought it would work but the way Prompto's bones had been broken made it impossible and he'd need to be carried. Emil must have planned that so Prompto couldn't escape.

The details of his abuse filled Noct's thoughts most days. He hates imagining it but he can't stop. He wants to know everything, even though that won't help Prompto. It won't help him though he thinks it will. It's like he demands to know every instant of every day of Prompto's life. Maybe that's his alpha instincts talking. He doesn't require his mate to check in with him any other time, he's never lost sleep wondering what Prompto does while he's napping. Or at the citadel. Or in training. Except now he does. Or he would but Prompto doesn't leave his sight for long now and they don't sleep apart. That's a rule he put his foot down on as soon as he spoke with the security team. The normally proud and strict crownsguard were so ashamed of their failure they didn't even protest.

They must be in a world of hurt right now. Their weakness was exploited and ended in almost the worst possible way. Most likely they would suffer the effects of this for years to come. Promotions being denied, terminations, but Noctis can't bring himself to care right now. About any of them. People he's known his whole life.

Prompto was all that mattered. Getting him well and helping him to enter into his life again. The medication schedule, helping him dress and bathe, learning sign with him so he could talk... It was piling up and Noctis was starting to show his exhaustion. Persistent dark circles under his eyes, an inability to focus, not wanting to do anything fun. He made the excuse that he didn't have time but truthfully things weren't fun anymore. Not even fishing piqued his interest.

There was a sun rising in him, a new belief surfacing over the horizon. He hadn't spoken of it but it was slowly becoming more evident to him. The understanding that Prompto couldn't handle sexual attention, that Noctis being an alpha would trigger him and reopen his psychological wounds. It was something he dismissed before but the belief persisted and like sunrise it cast a shadow behind everything he knew and believed. This was the dawn of a new chapter.

It was just as well that he shouldn't touch Prompto. He didn't deserve to with how badly he'd failed. He didn't deserve to cry in front of him, he wasn't the hurt one. He didn't deserve to marry him after he'd shown what a terrible protector he'd be. At this point Prompto would have been better off if they'd never bonded and that thought makes Noctis sick to his stomach.

Tonight in bed Noct fell asleep holding Prompto's good hand. He wanted to show he still wanted him in a small non invasive way. That's how he often slept these days, letting Prompto lay against him in a way that was comfortable, he didn't spoon him anymore. As Prompto watched him he began to breath shallow, began to twist and moan. His brow furrowed... And then his eyes opened. He was quiet.

A few deep breaths. Noctis rubbed his face before looking at Prompto only to meet eyes with him. He raised his hand to touch Prompto's cheek.

"... Was I loud again?"

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Prompto bit his lip as Noct's dreams seemed to grow more turbulent, and he tried to comfort him, his thumb lightly stroking Noct's hand where their fingers were intertwined. When it wasn't enough, he licked gently at Noct's shoulder, where he'd rested his head, shifting to nuzzle at his neck.

Nothing seemed to help though, and he pulled back a little as Noct woke, watching him with concern. When Noctis reached to touch his cheek, he held it there, leaning into it for a moment before shaking his head. Loud? No, just restless, upset, troubled... if Prompto had any idea of the thoughts running through his mate's mind, he would've done more to soothe and reassure, but his own anxieties bubbled up, reminding him of all his inadequacies.

It was hard to sign, with their fingers locked together, so he just mouthed silently, "bad dream?"

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Noct needed the warmth of Prompto's skin. It was sweet on his hand, his warmth like a ray of sun. He needed to bask in it rather than get little sips of sunlight here and there. His breathing was calming down.

"Yeah... sorry you had to see that." he wanted the nightmares to end, to be able to sleep a whole night but so far he hadn't had much luck. "What are you doing up?" he asked gently. He hadn't woken his mate, had he?

"Did I toss and turn too much? Do you need to get up?" bathroom possibly? A drink of water?" Noctis reached over to turn on the bedside lamp and he winced, it was so bright now even though the light was soft.

"Ah... come on, if you gotta get up... mmm... gimme a minute. I'm blind."

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Noct seemed to come down from whatever dreams had sent him into that panic in the first place, and Prompto let out a slow, relieved breath. He shook his head slightly, as if to say it was no big deal, Noct didn't need to apologize.

It was hard to reply to the flurry of questions that followed as Noct got up, but he slowly untangled their fingers as Noct reached for the lamp, only to wince aside too, as the room was flooded with soft light. He needed his hand to respond, even if his speech was still limited, it was much faster than trying to text one-handed.

No, he signed, shaking his head again for emphasis. I'm fine.

It'd never been this hard, and Prompto wished his voice would return, if only so their communication was clearer, fewer painful misunderstandings. He was far from fluent, and could hardly put the feeling of comfort and security he felt watching his mate sleep into the handful of signs he knew.

Instead he just reached as Noct seemed to pull away to get up, his fingers brushing his mate's bicep briefly. The oversized shirt slid off one shoulder, revealing more bare, freckled skin, and he didn't bother to fix it.

Stay, he tried signing. Please?

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It was Prompto. He had another nightmare about him being in Emil's clutches but waking up and seeing him helped. It was over, they were safe. It was still true though. He couldn't sigh in relief that it was just a dream while they were living the nightmare.

He opened one eye to look at Prompto, he caught the head shake. It took a moment to process the sign. He wasn't great at it yet either. 'I'm fine' happened to be distinct from the others so that helped. Maybe in the future they'll master this language and be able to add subtlety to it but for now they were like children learning to talk.

The fingers on his arm were a surprise though. And the 'stay' sign was unexpected. Prompto wanted to stay?

Please. Okay so this was any him. Noct laid back in the pillows.

"I'm not going anywhere without you." not this apartment or in life. Prompto knew that, he had to. Right? He'd seemed so forlorn lately and Noctis put it on him recovering from hell. Who could blame Prompto for being depressed?

"I'm here." his eyes fell to Prompto's exposed shoulder. It shouldn't feel voyeuristic to stare at his skin but he does. Those freckles. The bite on his neck... He remembered making that exact one when Prompto had his first heat. It was special. They all were. It felt so long ago now that they were carelessly in love.

He averted his eyes back to Prompto's face. He got caught staring didn't he?

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Prompto kept his eyes on Noct, from his sleepy face, to the way he glanced down over his body. He'd seen that look before, though it'd been a while, and he could feel his face heat slightly under that gaze. Noct didn't linger long, before looking him in the eyes though, and Prompto worried his lower lip between his teeth for a moment, wondering if Noct would make the first move. Was he still interested? That lingering gaze made him hopeful, and he leaned a little closer, his own eyes flicking between Noct's and his mate's familiar lips.

He let his hand linger on Noct's arm, thumb stroking softly on pale skin. There hadn't been a mood like this between them for a while now, and Prompto hoped it didn't disappear.

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He'd given that look before but not in a long time. He noticed Prompto's face was pinker like he was starting to blush, the same he did when... oh. Oh. Was that happening now? Wait he can't... he shouldn't.

Prompto moved closer. His hand was on his arm, thumb moving back and forth... this was just like before. He looked Prompto over, eyes lingering on the bare shoulder and he felt a stirring in himself. Was he this starved for physical intimacy that a bare shoulder did it for him?

But he would hurt Prompto. He couldn't do that but his hand on his arm was nice. How was he supposed to break this streak? He didn't think it was time, Prompto couldn't be ready yet, he'd have a panic attack, he'd be triggered, it wouldn't be his fault but it would be Noct's.

"I... help me... what do you need?" what did he want? He couldn't be wanting the obvious and even if he was... could Noct give that? It would set Prompto back so far in his progress, Noct would not be added to the list of people who had hurt him, he refused. Not realizing that by depriving his partner he was joining that list.

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For a moment, Prompto let himself imagine, let himself think things were how they used to be. To think that a look and a little skin was enough for Noct to find him attractive again. And gods help him, he looked like he was trying so hard for Prompto's sake. He couldn't count all the ways he'd failed his alpha, and how difficult it must be to stomach the thought of being intimate with him after someone else had so thoroughly ravaged and wrecked him, left him with diseases he was only barely recovered from.

And those words broke the silence, cutting through the quiet moment like a knife. Of course. Noct didn't want him. Prompto was pushing for something he had no right to ask. Prompto broke the gaze, eyes downcast, a flush coloring cheeks and shoulders now that was more to do with shame than the rosy glow of anticipation. Stupid, stupid, stupid... his mind spiraled on repeat as he withdrew, painting a false smile on his features as he shook his head and repeated the earlier sign.

I'm fine. Sorry, he insisted, even as he pulled his hand back, leaving with a soft brush of fingers that moved instead to hug himself and tug up the drooping shoulder of his shirt.

Did he still smell like Emil? He'd scrubbed his skin raw the first few days after coming home, to the point of bleeding in places, as if it could erase every trace of that man's presence, but it wasn't enough. It'd probably seeped into the skin, tainted, revolting, filthy. Whatever it was, Noct didn't see him the same way anymore, and an old familiar ache returned to his chest.

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Okay, that was the wrong response. He botched it. Clearly. It happened so fast and Noct knew at that moment he'd missed the obvious. He'd managed to overthink the most basic thing about men. Prompto turned away, he reached out for his wrist.

"Hey hey hey... don't go away." he could scold Prompto for being so passive but he won't. It wouldn't help. How was he fine if he was apologizing and turning away? Did he think that was better than expressing his actual problem? But that was the problem, Prompto lost his voice in more than one way here, he didn't have the power to use the words he had now. Just like in the beginning when they were first together and he'd fixed that with... well with openly worshipping him, body and soul.

Noct took a deep breath. He had to try, right? Prompto had given him the signs and he was the alpha, he had to step in at some point and lead them. He'd promised it in the hospital that they'd get through this but he hadn't made that true yet.

"Come here, I'm not finished with you." he pulled Prompto over to face him and pulled his sleeve back down. "You think you can show me that and just roll over? Think I'm just gonna roll over too and sleep like that was enough?" he put his hand on Prompto's hip, over the shirt.

"If you think I haven't missed you you're wrong." slowly he moved his palm, fingers slipping under the shirt, pushing it up Prompto's abdomen.

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Prompto knew he'd been expecting the impossible, but still, there'd been a spark of something from before, hadn't there? Had he just imagined that Noct might have some interest? Before he could re-play the encounter over a dozen times in his head, Noct grabbed his wrist and turned him back toward him. The false smile was gone, leaving behind a worried and scared vulnerability. He didn't trust his own reactions, didn't trust that he was reading anything right anymore.

Even as Noct tugged at his sleeve and started touching him for what felt like the first time in ages, Prompto couldn't chase the doubts away. Had he just made Noct feel guilty for pushing him away? Was he overcompensating? Forcing himself to touch Prompto? Or did he mean it?

There was no resistance, as Noct began touching him, no tension or hidden triggers, just genuine surprise, and his slightly watery eyes chanced a glance up, studying his mate's features, a spark of hope igniting in his chest.

The oversized shirt hid little, was simply the easiest for wearing around the house. It kept him warm, was easy to take on and off without help, but at the moment, it was all he wore. There wasn't much point in underwear when he could barely pull them up over the bulky cast with his one good hand. So when Noct pushed it up, it exposed everything from his chest down, and his breath hitched a little in hopeful anticipation. He was thinner and probably paler than he'd been in a while, his freckles barely visible across his chest and belly, but most of his bruises had healed, leaving just the cumbersome casts on his arm and leg. Did Noct really want him?

Slowly, tentatively, Prompto reached again, to let his fingers gently brush Noct's arm, as if asking silent and reverent permission.

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It did feel like the first time. Prompto was surprisingly soft again, disarmingly so. The more Noctis touched him the less will he had to stop. Even with the worried glances in Prompto's eyes. Wait, were those tears? He should stop. He had to stop...

But then, Prompto touched him. That look in his eyes like he was asking if this was okay. Noct smiled at him. "You can always touch me." and then it clicked. Prompto was nervous, truly he was back at the beginning of their relationship. Afraid any touch was going to get him rejected, afraid Noctis wasn't sincere and the world was playing a massive prank on him.

He pulled the t-shirt sleeve over Prompto's cast, his other arm, and over his head then tossed it aside. He was pale. His beautiful freckles almost gone, this couldn't be. Simply could not. Prompto's bruises were mostly yellow now, his bite marks stood out proudly from them. Noct visited each one with a gentle hand, caressing the ones on his chest, parting Prompto's thighs to grope each bite there, his scent in the air. Prompto's scent. It filled Noct's senses and he was too far gone, there was no turning back now.

"Baby, you oughta know by now." Noct ducked his head into the crook of Prompto's neck, inhaling him, feeling his body awaken. It was faster than he'd ever gotten aroused, fast like a lightning strike in a dry brush field, instantly there was a fire that couldn't be put out.

Noct had been restraining himself for so long and now he was free to let it all out? He licked Prompto's neck over his scent gland, the taste made his cock twitch. He was already hard, his length laying against his mate.

"I'm a selfish bastard." his voice was lower now. "I only do what I want." he'd never be guilted into sex. Not ever, not when he loved Prompto so completely.

His breath was already shallow and he knew he didn't have long but he had a lot to get out of his system. "You need to tell me when you want me to stop." he kissed Prompto's jaw slowly, lingering there even as he took Prompto's good hand and tapped it to his chest twice. "You will tell me when you want to take a break. You'll be honest about it. Okay?" he couldn't hold back the order in his voice if he wanted to. He didn't want to, in fact there was more where that came from. Withholding his alpha side had been... He didn't realize he'd been stuffing it down this much. He'd need days to get this all out.

They were on their sides and Noct's hands had been on Prompto's supple ass. He swept it down his good leg and pulled it across his hip, his cock springing between Prompto's thighs. He leaned in to kiss him, tongue pushing between his lips.

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As if sensing his thoughts, Noct reassured him, and Prompto nodded slowly, sliding out of his shirt as Noct helped him get his injured arm out. It left him naked and exposed, but rather than try to cover himself, he raised his arms up and out of the way, offering his body, as Noct began to caress and grope each mark, a silent reminder of who he belonged to, who wanted him, more than anyone, and who he had begged for those marks, one after another.

Prompto shivered at the feel of Noct's tongue across his neck, and he was already panting lightly after barely being touched, could feel his body reacting with restless need, already wet and wanting. He could feel that familiar length against him, wanted to beg for it, already lost in his mate's scent.

It took a moment to shake him, when Noct was kissing him like that, but the order in his voice was more than enough. Prompto's pupils were already growing wide and dark, and nodded at his mate with a half-lidded stare. Even if he couldn't use his words, he could signal easily enough. Not that he wanted Noct to back off, if anything, he only wanted more. It'd been so long since Noct had exercised any of his alpha authority and Prompto felt drunk on it.

His mouth and body were pliant and yielded easily, legs and lips parting, his good hand reaching, fingers sliding over the back of Noct's neck to tease into his hair and urge him onward.

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Naked and exposed was the best way for Prompto to be in his mind. "I like you in this shirt. You should dress like that for bed from now on." it was convenient for the casts but it was hot as hell. One shirt off and Prompto was ready to go. Noct could tell he was the same, horny in an instant. He'd been starving for this too. So quickly Prompto descended into the dilated, half-lidded look and if not for the loss of his voice he was sure his mate would be begging right about now. Well, he didn't need his words for that, Noct could read him plain as day.

He didn't need to check if Prompto was ready for him and quite honestly he didn't care in this mental state, but he could smell it in the air. His cock throbbed breathing it in and he lined himself up, or rather, he was so used to Prompto's body that he could push inside him without either hand on his dick and without looking. Without breaking their kiss in fact. He was a bit proud of himself. He moaned, pushing inside Prompto was like dipping a hot iron into water. Almost literally, it was too easy.

Prompto played with his hair and that did everything for him. Noct felt little pinpricks on his scalp and it got a shiver out of him. He started up a hard and fast rhythm, slick squirted out each thrust, gods Prompto was like a river.

"This is not gonna be over quickly." he growled "If you want to sleep you go right ahead but I'm getting this out of my system." each pump, each thrust gods they were loud and sloppy. He moaned against Prompto's neck as he fucked him hard, not trying to last but trying to outlast Prompto.

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Prompto blushed deeply at the praise, finally able to let it sink in. It felt like it'd been so long since Noct looked at him like that, since he genuinely seemed to want him. It was almost overwhelming now that he had his alpha's attention. The pheromones were strong and insistent, how he'd missed that scent.

When Noct pushed his way in, Prompto's back arched beneath him, mouth open and gasping, barely audible sound escaping in the softest moan. His fingers gripping tightly in Noct's hair as he rolled his hips. Just having Noct inside him, penetrating so deeply, it was enough to have him hard and leaking, ready in a moment.

It took hardly any time to push him over the edge, Noct's breath against his neck hot, the slap of skin familiar and intoxicating and his eyes rolled back slightly as he came, thick ribbons and hips jerking in a shudder as he tried to catch his breath.

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That moan... Noct hadn't expected Prompto would make any sound ever again but that was something. He'd need some time to get used to it but he was certain he could learn to get turned on by that ghost-like sound. Prompto was giving him all the moves otherwise, the back arched, the mouth open, the hair-pulling. It was no wonder Prompto didn't last. It was nice to get him off quickly, but Noctis was just warming up.

A few more thrusts and he bit into Prompto's ear as he finished. He didn't pull out and he slowly withdrew his teeth as he came down from the high. He was tired but he wouldn't sleep, he was feeling so much better, the despair was lifting. But he needed more, this wasn't enough. Far from it.

"You're gonna have a long night, Prompto." he squeezed his ass. "We got a late start, we might be up past dawn. But casts or not, you got two good holes and I plan to use them. You get to pick where Daddy fucks you next." for a brief second he realized Prompto wouldn't call him Daddy again... no matter. It wasn't going to get him down. They'd figure something out.

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Prompto was just as surprised to hear the sound, small as it might be, it was something painfully familiar, something that had once been so natural. And as Noct bit down on his ear, it came again, just a little louder, unbidden, a carnal response.

He'd missed being filled, that familiar thickness between his thighs, the muscles stretched taut and firm around his alpha. It hadn't been that long, but somehow it felt like ages. He clenched tightly around him as Noct squeezed his ass, his breath shuddering, but he nodded. He wanted to tell Noct how much he enjoyed it, how much he wanted more, and how little sleep mattered to him at the moment. But he had to settle for how he could say it in the tremble of his lips, in the rake of nails against his alpha's skin, and the raw flex of his body.

Prompto flushed a bit deeper, it wasn't often Noct let him take him in his mouth. Noct was a very giving alpha and so often pleasured his lucky omega with his mouth himself. Prompto was usually eager to return the favor. He drew back his hand, his fingers brushing over his wet lips, growing pinker after their hurried bout of kisses. He looked hopefully up at Noct, his tongue tracing slowly over his lower lip.

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Noct shivered when he heard the new moan again. That was quick but he liked it, the faintest of whispers and he knew Prompto was screaming for him but it was just for him, no one else got to hear it and that made it special. He had wondered how sex would sound from now on with only one of them speaking. He might find himself shy in the bedroom but so far he was fine.

He'd missed being inside Prompto, missed being a proud alpha and confidently taking his mate like this, missed the way Prompto yielded with that delightful look in his eyes. He could tell so much just watching him. Prompto was being freed right now, some of his burdens were washing away, he was learning he could still enjoy sex and they hadn't changed despite all the trauma, he couldn't give less of a damn if they were up all night. In fact, Noct expected they both preferred to stay up all night catching up.

When Prompto traced his own lips the message was clear but Noctis didn't respond. He was focused on those pink lips, shiny, so soft, that tongue like velvet... his mouth was dry... wait. Prompto was staring at him. He blinked.

"I should have known you'd pick that." he kissed the corner of Prompto's mouth. "Alright, since you asked nicely... then it's my turn." Slowly he slid out of Prompto. What a wet mess! But who cared, they weren't sleeping in this so wet spots were fine.

"Do you want to sit up? You want me to come to you? Or for me to lay down?" he kind of liked when he could thrust into Prompto's mouth easier, but whatever was most comfortable for him would be fine. Honestly, just watching his mouth was getting Noct hard again.

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Prompto might never admit it, but he had missed feeling wanted, Noct made him feel precious and so desperately adored, the way his alpha seemed to worship at the altar of his body. It made him want to return the sentiment all the more, to show Noct just how much he'd missed him, how much he'd craved him like poor ruined addict.

That he'd managed to distract Noct to the point of staring, his eyes captivated by Prompto's mouth, it was hard not to let the corners quirk upward and a pleased, catlike smile. It dissolved into something lewd as Noct pulled out, his body giving a faint tremor as seed and slick pooled beneath him, coating his inner thighs.

As much as he might want to give his mate his most enthusiastic blow job, it was probably better to let Noct take the lead. He seemed to be enjoying his newfound position as alpha, and Prompto was eager to show submission. He shifted slightly, signalling Noct for a pillow behind his head and shoulders at the headrest. It raised him up just enough to be at a good angle, where Noct could straddle his chest without putting too much weight on him, and lean on the headrest, thrusting to his heart's content or guiding his omega's head as he willed it.

Prompto licked his lips again before opening wide, flattening his tongue to make room as he welcomed his mate in.

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Hah. As if that Cheshire grin wasn't just as distracting! Noct licked his lips as he watched Prompto's face. It was too much, he was so cute, too cute for his own good. It was a miracle he wasn't a mother yet.

He watched closely to Prompto's signals and fetched his pillow for him. If he was honest he preferred this sort of head. Prompto wasn't wrong, it got good alpha brain going. He was already imagining it even before he slipped between his mate's lips.

Once the pillow was in place Noctis straddled Prompto and stroked himself the rest of the way. No. He paused and took Prompto's good hand and jacked himself to full hardness, that was better. His mate was so cute, waiting eagerly with lips parted.

"Good boy."

He aimed the tip into Prompto's awaiting mouth and slid inside just a few inches. He thrust slowly and it took several passes to get into Prompto's mouth all the way, each stroke he got a little bit deeper.

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Prompto's teeth grazed his lip as he got into position, giving Noct a lusty gaze. His alpha started stroking, only to stop and allow him to work it with his hand before bringing it to his lips. He was out of practice, but his fingers slid easily along the shaft, slick with their combined fluids, and seemed to come to life in his hand.

He opened easily for Noct, laving his tongue over the tip with rapt attention as his mate got started, making sure no part of him was left wanting. He hollowed his cheeks, flattening his tongue to slide against the large vein on the underside of his cock as Noct pushed in further. His throat spasmed around the tip as he pushed further, repressing his gag reflex and breathing carefully through his nose, wet lips wrapped around his alpha.

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He will never get over how into sucking dick Prompto is. He was humbled by it in the beginning, almost embarrassed by it though he couldn't blame his mate. He loved it too. Noct loved good head as much as the next guy and Prompto put out like it was his last opportunity to do so.

His mouth was surprisingly warm, tongue like velvet, that suction always harder than Noct was expecting. He slid his hand into Prompto's hair as he licks the vein on his cock. He tugged on it as he pushed into Prompto's throat. He tried to be gentle, slowly pulling out and sliding back in, starting up a sluggish pace but getting faster. "You love it don't you? I shouldn't be surprised you were waiting for this, I oughta fuck you til it's coming out your mouth."

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Prompto couldn't decide if he loved giving or receiving more. His talented alpha was generous and skilled and it felt so good to get off in his warm, wet mouth, but there was something instinctual, something that pleased Prompto down to his core to hear his alpha praise him, and enjoy his body in every way he could.

As his hair was tugged, he tried to hum, tried to send those deep vibrations through his mouth, but all he managed was a quiet, pleased whimper as Noct picked up speed and he carefully remembered when to breathe and how best to take his master's cock as deeply as possible.

Wet slurping sounds were his only reply to Noct's question, and the dirty talk thrilled him, just encouraging Prompto to work his tongue, to keep up the delicious suction, to gently knead his fingers of Noct's inner thigh with his good hand.

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Noct knew which Prompto liked better. Too bad he liked the same thing but in reverse. This whole thing though... it reminded him of the beginning. When he and Prompto were first discovering each other and themselves, everything was new. It felt so long ago but it hadn't been at all. He felt like a different man but here they were, back to wildly screwing each other like nothing else in the world mattered.

He tried not to go too fast. Prompto needed to not choke or have bruises on his throat but that mouth was so inviting and Prompto knew just how to open himself up. Noct pushed inside even farther, sliding down Prompto's gullet just a smidge and then maybe a little more. The wet sounds were getting to him, the hair pulling, the literal fucking of his mate's mouth. "You like that, kitty?" he reached down to cover Prompto's hand on his thigh. "I know you do, you didn't suck this cock for nothing, how thirsty are you? You want something to swallow?"

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Prompto was thoroughly enjoying himself. Hearing Noct's reactions, feeling him work his way deeper and deeper, Prompto tried to keep it together, working his tongue skillfully, but he felt a mess, saliva running from his chin, almost fully aroused himself without even being touched.

He made a soft whimpering sound as Noct pushed further, his fingers leaving little fingernail pinpricks along his mate's inner thigh. He wanted to speak, wanted to nod, but could do neither with his mouth so full. So in response, he teased his tongue along the underside of Noct's cock, his blue eyes pleading and desperate. He loved the feeling of his alpha inside him, but to get to taste him, Prompto couldn't wait.

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Noct groaned at the nails in his thigh. That was nice actually. Prompto still had some bite to him, good, he was afraid they'd never have sex again. He was resigning himself to it slowly though it would have killed him. He sighed as he moved in Prompto's tight mouth, it was heaven on its own but even more so when his mate licked him or moaned.

Those eyes too, he knew that look. He wanted him to finish, he wanted a mouthful. Very well then. Noct took Prompto by the cheek. "You think you deserve it huh? For me to finish in you? Did you earn it? Did you earn Daddy's cum?" he smirked "You've been a good boy." and good boys get fucked as much as they want. Noct was close anyway so he just let go, let himself finish down Prompto's throat and sighed loudly. He needed that, he needed more after that, he was hardly finished with Prompto.

"Fuck that never gets old." he won't pull out until Prompto's done swallowing and he expects he'll swallow, he seems to like it.

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Being together like this feels natural, familiar, and so intimate, something he'd been worried Noct might never want to do again, not after he'd been so thoroughly ruined. But just hearing his Alpha's praise and the way he moved inside him, Prompto could only think how lucky he was to belong to him, to be able to feel so wanted.

Prompto's cheeks were flushed pink as he tried to breathe around his mouth's careful work, and his eyes watered as Noct went deeper, unintentional tears sliding down the side of his face, but one only had to look at Prompto's expression to see how thoroughly he was enjoying himself. His half-lidded gaze, eyes dark with desire, and when he felt the telltale signs of Noct's release, he did his best to work him through it, slowing the motion of his tongue, trying to make his alpha proud by swallowing the gift he gave. Prompto did his best to get it all, a bit spilling from the side of his mouth as Noct pulled out, but Prompto gently laved his tongue over Noct's flagging cock, making sure he didn't miss even a bit. Satisfied, he still rubbed his cheek softly against his alpha's dick, taking in his scent and nuzzling his face in close.

/slinks in late to class and pretends to have been here all along.

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He'd normally worry about those tears but he'd seen them before in this very position. He knew Prompto loved this, he didn't need the half-lidded eyes to tell him but they were cute to look at anyway. Prompto was a sight with a cock in his mouth, even more so with some of his load dribbling out his mouth. Noct could melt a bit, sometimes he did.

He was finished, he felt boneless and needed to lay limp in the bed. Normally this is when he'd take a breather before he got hard again but Prompto was nuzzling him. Okay... that was a bit off. He usually only did that during...

...oh.... well...

Maybe it was time for that. Maybe overdue now that he thought about it. How long... had it been? He hadn't been counting the weeks but that was basically his answer, wasn't it? Weeks. He had to get ready if Prompto was about to swing into heat at least one of them needed to be ready.

"Good boy... you make Daddy proud. You know..." he pet Prompto's hair back as he nuzzled his cock. "It's always yours. No matter what happens." it was the truth but that was enough lovey-dovey shit. He had to get water and something for Prompto to eat here soon. He had to text Ignis and explain what was happening if it was in fact happening.

He reached over for his phone and hurriedly sent a text to Ignis asking him to give them some time, that he could handle this with the supplies they had at the apartment.

"You feel like you want it in your other hole?"

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Prompto had a hard enough time keeping track of his heats. Honestly, he was pretty sure Ignis had mentioned several times that there were some apps for it, but after the incident, it was the last thing on his mind. He'd just assumed his desperate need for his Alpha's attention had reached its peak, and while that was true, just getting him off like this didn't feel like enough, there was that old familiar hunger, a need to be near, to submit, to be filled.

He felt drunk on the musky scent of sex between them, leaning in every time Noct ran his fingers through his hair. Those little affectionate gestures he'd craved, and reached to suck on the end of a couple of Noct's fingertips, expression hopeful. Noct seemed a little distracted, looking at his phone, and Prompto impatiently fought for his attention, shifting his body weakly so he could cling as close as possible, skin to skin, his unbroken hand tracing patterns on Noct's chest as he nuzzled closer to his side.

Prompto looked up at the question though, watching Noct's eyes as a familiar warm and hazy feeling burned away at him. If he were well, he'd jump at the opportunity, let Noct lay back and work their hips together. As he was, he could only nod as he lay back on the bed, thin chest giving a shaky rise and fall. He took Noct's hand in his and guided it down over his body, legs parting as he led his lover's fingers toward his inner thighs, his hard cock, and his entrance, already dripping slick.