#promnoct

Normal late night, Prompto and Noctis are hanging out at Noctis' apartment and playing video games because the arcade closed for the day. Noctis, being the prince and somewhat spoiled, has the nicest controllers, including some semi-realistic gun controllers for the various shooting games he and Prompto like to play. Everything was normal... until Prompto kissed the barrel of the controller.

"Did you just-" Noctis stares at Prompto, confused and weirdly turned on. Prompto turns to him, also confused, and then realizes what he just did. "Ah shit did I just do that? I'm really sorry man I don-" Noctis cuts him off "no it's fine, uh. It just surprised me." Prompto looks Noctis over without thinking, noticing that his pants seem a tad tighter than earlier. "Uh-huh..." Prompto raises an eyebrow at him. "So if I kiss the barrel again after kicking your ass next round, you won't stare at me?" Noctis blushes a bit and turns back to the screen, hoping Prompto didn't notice, and says "nah. And who says you'll win?" Prompto predictably beats him again and this time presses his lips to the barrel and holds them there for a moment, curiously side-eyeing Noctis. Noctis swallows a whimper, his heart thudding in his chest and his pants getting even tighter. Prompto definitely notices this time, dragging the pistol-shaped controller's barrel slowly across his lips and down his neck. "Man, if I didn't know better I'd think you were into this" Prompto jokes, sounding a little breathless. Noctis considers his options, his eyes glued to his best friend. "What if I am?" Noctis asks in a whisper, fighting back a moan. Prompto grins, hearing exactly what he was hoping to hear, and replies "if you are, I guess I should stop using this controller." Noctis almost chokes at the thought, desperate and uncontrollably horny now. "If you stop using that controller I'll- I'll..." Noctis tries to sound threatening but it fails, his voice too quiet and too weak to sound anything more than desperate. Prompto sets the controller down and scoots closer to Noctis, and Noctis notices that he's breathing heavier than normal. Prompto puts his lips close to Noctis' ear and asks in a whisper "what will you do if I stop?" Noctis feels like his body's been electrified, everything Prompto does sending little shockwaves through him. "Just... don't stop" Noctis says breathlessly, turning towards Prompto and hoping he doesn't look as desperate as he feels.

In an instant, Prompto's on him, pushing Noctis onto his back and pressing one of his wrists into the seat cushion behind his head. They're both breathing heavy, both warm and starting to sweat. The scent of their deodorants mixes with their breath and it's intoxicating. Video game music still plays from the tv, and the energetic victory song just makes their hearts pound harder. "Is it the gun you're interested in," Prompto asks "or the way I handle it?" Noctis shifts under Prompto uncomfortably and pants out "it's you, it's just you." Prompto smirks at him and reaches back for the controller, putting the barrel against Noctis' throat. "Is it really *just* me?" Prompto asks, his tone and demeanor completely different from his usual bubbly self. Noctis doesn't answer, extremely turned on and a little intimidated. Noctis swallows, feeling the controller against his throat, and Prompto presses it down a little harder. "So you're telling me that if this was a real pistol," Prompto slides the tip up to Noctis' chin and holds it there "you wouldn't be even more turned on?" Noctis' eyes roll back at just the thought of the cold metal of a real gun against his skin, the threat of it going off even though he knows Prompto wouldn't mess around with a loaded gun. "Mm, I don't think it's just me, Noct" Prompto teases, pressing the muzzle a bit harder against Noctis' chin. Prompto turns off the controller to prevent unwanted inputs, and points it at Noctis' forehead. "You're such a freak, Noct" Prompto says, moving his hand from Noctis' wrist to Noctis' belt and beginning to undo it. Noctis twitches under Prompto, knowing, or at least thinking he knows, what's about to happen, and lets a moan escape his lips. Prompto's eyes gleam with an almost evil look as he starts to pull off Noctis' pants with one hand, leaving his own clothes untouched. Noctis is too horny to notice or care, his hands running along Prompto's shoulders and arm. "Prom" Noctis practically moans his name, sending a delightful rush of arousal through Prompto. Prompto sets the controller down again, making Noctis whine in protest, and pulls off Noctis' boxers too. "Noct," Prompto says, his tone confident and assertive "you're lucky I came prepared." Prompto produces a small roll of condoms and a travel-size bottle of lube from his pocket. Now Noctis notices that Prompto's still fully clothed, about to protest when he sees Prompto reach for the controller again. Noctis' stomach twists into extremely aroused, deeply confused knots as Prompto unwraps a condom with his teeth and slides it over the barrel of the controller. "Thought you might like to try something new" Prompto says casually, like he might as he hands Noctis a new style of shirt or a video game. Noctis, lost to arousal and completely desperate, whines and grabs at Prompto, touching everywhere he can reach. Prompto frowns at him slightly, swatting his hands away and again aiming the condomed muzzle of the pistol controller directly at his head, saying "I wouldn't do that." A wave of fear and arousal crashes over Noctis, causing him to moan pathetically as he drips precum. "That's better" Prompto praises, lifting Noctis' legs over his shoulders and positioning the prince so that his entrance is within easy reach.

Prompto stares down at Noctis, looking him over and taking in the beautiful, delicious sight of his best friend, usually the dominant one, completely desperate and at his mercy. He opens the bottle of lube and drips some onto the controller, which he then uses to lube Noctis' entrance. Noctis is begging now, whimpering and pleading for Prompto to just put it in and stop teasing him. And suddenly, Noctis gets his wish. In an instant the barrel of the controller is shoved inside him, the unusual angle causing more pain than he's used to which makes him gasp and cry out. Prompto laughs wickedly and twists the fake pistol inside of Noctis, drawing out another loud moan and gasp from the desperate prince. Prompto can tell he's getting close to the edge, his eyes getting that hazy, unfocused look they always do when he's about to cum. An idea pops into Prompto's mind, making him chuckle and reach for Noctis' discarded controller. He aims the second at Noctis' head again, beginning to thrust gently with the first. Noctis' mind melts from the sensation, not even trying to hold back his moans and whimpers anymore, until finally Prompto mimics the motion of cocking the hammer, sending him over the edge.

Noctis' orgasm crashes over him in waves, his whole body shaking as he cries out and grabs at Prompto to ground himself. Prompto sets down Noctis' controller and reaches for his hands, immediately swapping back to his usual self. "Woah, Noct, you're alright. It's okay, I've got ya" Prompto reassures him, gently pulling his controller out and setting it on the coffee table. One hand now free, Prompto carefully untangles himself from Noctis' shaking legs and pulls him into a hug. "I've got you, Noct. Easy." Slowly, Noctis begins to come down from his climax, still shaking and whimpering a bit but breathing somewhat normally and shaking a little less. "Holy shit" Noctis says quietly, wrapping his arms around Prompto and pressing his face into his best friend's shoulder. "You okay?" Prompto asks, genuine concern for his friend's well-being fully overriding his earlier sadistic attitude. "Yeah," Noctis answers quietly, still trying to ground himself "yeah I'm okay." Prompto hugs him a little tighter and breathes in deeply, inhaling Noctis' scent. "You worried me for a minute there. I don't think you've ever, y'know, reached for me like that before." Noctis laughs lightly and replies "I don't think I've ever had an orgasm that intense before." Noctis turns slightly and gently bites Prompto's shoulder, making the blonde moan quietly in surprise. "Noct, I don't think that's a good idea" Prompto pulls back from him and puts a hand on his chest. Noctis looks a little sad, but he knows Prompto's right. He's still recovering, he shouldn't initiate a second round just yet. "I'll text my parents and tell them I'm staying here tonight." Prompto says, turning away to grab his phone "I don't want to leave you alone after that."

Noctis is pleasantly surprised at how protective his friend is suddenly being, not expecting this sort of behavior from him, but finding it deeply attractive. Noctis almost asks Prompto to stay forever, but he knows that's not an option. Once Prompto is sure Noctis is stable enough to be alone for a bit, he gets up and goes to dispose of the condom and get water and a damp cloth for Noctis, as well as a comfortable set of clothes. Noctis' mind wanders a bit, having been left alone, and he wonders how he managed to get so lucky. His attractive, nerdy best friend is as much of a freak as he is, and genuinely loves him, too. Noctis is thinking about how to ask him out when Prompto returns, setting the water down on the table and handing Noctis the towel. "Uh oh," Prompto says, his eyes darting over Noctis' face "You have your thinking face on." Noctis picks up the water and turns away from Prompto, leaning back against the couch. "Question for you, Prompto" he says, taking a sip. "Um sure, what's up?" Prompto sounds nervous, as he often does when Noctis starts having deep thoughts. "Are you dating anyone?" Prompto seems surprised at the question, looking confusedly at Noctis. "No, why? I thought it was pretty obvious that I'm not dating? No one's interested in me anyway, not like that." Noctis keeps looking away from him, still holding the glass of water. "Not no one." Prompto tilts his head at Noctis like a confused puppy, searching Noctis' face for an explanation. "What do you mean?" Noctis turns to him, his expression serious and almost regal. "Be my boyfriend." Prompto looks confused for a moment, thinking surely he misheard, but Noctis keeps looking at him, the same way he looks at a weapon he wants to add to his collection. Noctis wants *him*. "I- oh, um-" Prompto says, flustered, the request catching him off-guard. "Ah sorry," Noctis says hurriedly, his expression softening "you don't have to. I just, you're always good to me and I-" Prompto cuts him off, saying "no it's okay. It just... surprised me." Prompto smiles at Noctis, taking Noctis' free hand in his. "Sure." Noctis looks confused. "Sure?" Prompto laughs brightly and replies "sure, let's date. I'm honestly surprised you didn't ask sooner." Noctis looks relieved, bringing Prompto's hands to his lips and kissing them gently. "Hey, Prompto" Noctis stares directly into his eyes, the way he does when he's about to say something important. "Yeah?" Noctis smiles softly and says "I love you." Prompto blushes and laughs softly, excited and warm from the suddenness of it all, and whispers "I love you too, Noct."