Noctis

Prompto: Mmm… Says it’s the fanciest feed around.  (‾◡◝ )

Noctis: *laughing* Oh man. That’s hilarious!  an adorable laugh  (ᗒᗨᗕ)

Calm Before The Storm

Noctis: Leviathan

Prompto: The Tripod

Gladio: Deadeye

I hope this is okay, haha. I’m going to pretend this is at-home competitiveness rather than gamer-tournament competitiveness. And for the sake of the HCs, let’s pretend they’re playing Mario Kart. It’s also not suuuper NSFW because you need ya hands to play ya games!

Noctis does not enjoy losing. So when you nearly lap him around the race track, he decides to play dirty. He sidles up to you and starts nibbling on your ear, blowing hot air down your neck. You squeal and almost drop your controller. You try to regain composure, because you’re almost at the end, but then Noctis licks a line from your shoulder to the back of your ear and you let out a moan. He takes that opportunity to regain the lead and he somehow beats you across the finish line. You grab the controller from his hand and toss it aside before pouncing on him, eager to exact your revenge. And you do––repeatedly––on several surfaces of the apartment.

You’ve never played before, so Prompto decides to teach you. He has you sitting in his lap, and his arms are around your waist as you lean your back onto his chest. You tilt your controller in the way you want your car to turn, and Prompto can’t help but giggle. You pout, and grind your ass against his crotch, which shuts him up immediately. You continue to do so, making small mewling sounds just to rile him up, and you feel him getting hard against your backside. This hands grip at your waist as you continue to tease him. At least he’s polite and waits til the race is over before tossing you onto the couch and throwing your legs over his shoulders.

Gladio challenges you to a bet. The loser of the race has to remove one article of clothing. You keep racing until one of you is completely naked, and then the other can do whatever they want with the loser. You immediately accept. The two of you end up being neck in neck, until you’re only wearing your underwear and Gladio is only in a pair of socks. You can see his erection hardening, leaning on the base of his stomach. He spreads his legs a bit to give you a better view, and you try your hardest to focus on the race. It’s difficult though when he leans over and starts whispering absolute filth into your ear, but you manage to prevail and win the race. But as you’re riding him into the couch cushions, it doesn’t really feel like anyone actually lost.