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[spongetastrophe]

Hey, it's Peter. You know what to do.

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[waywardscion]

(Fucking do it then.. Noctis moves himself to face Peter and he settles a leg up to sit on so he can be at a higher and more comfortable position while he leans over to kiss Peter. He doesn't care anymore about who's initiating it. Though, part of him feels foolish for dragging it out this long when he wanted to kiss Peter ages ago. His lips press tight against Peter's and his hands come to hold Peter's face still while he brushes his lips across the other's. His heart pounds quickly and he can feel the pulsation creeping down to his gut and even further down to his groin which flares with excitement.)

[spongetastrophe]

[His hands latch on to Noct’s shirt, his lips returning the kiss hungrily. Peter reacts to Noct’s excitement without thinking, prodding the other’s mouth with his tongue]

[waywardscion]

(Noctis inhales through his nostrils and he pushes himself closer to Peter, his mouth parts wider for the tongue and he pushes his own against Peter's. A satisfying resistance between his mouth and Peter's as their muscles work in contest of dominance.)

[spongetastrophe]

[He gets a thrill from Noct pushing back. The way their mouths and tongues move, each trying to overpower the other. Peter’s hands move over Noct’s body to find the best place to grab on]

[waywardscion]

(Noct's hand slides down Peter's chest to his thigh, then up the inside of his thigh to the center of his lap to give himself a nice feel of what Peter's got going on for himself. Noct mewls into the kiss.)

[spongetastrophe]

[He shudders, groaning at the feel of that hand. He already got a little aroused from their kisses and the little battle they're waging for dominance, and now Noct's groping him. The heat building up inside him spikes up, pooling in his groin]

Noct. Fuck...

[He whines the word, almost asking. He did say he almost fucked Noct the last time they got hot and heavy]

[waywardscion]

(Noctis felt more in control than he had earlier, he felt like he could take more, ask for more, and he didn't think he'd be denied..

not like last time.

He moves his hand up from Peter's lap to the hem of Peter's underwear and begins to push his fingers beneath the fabric. He grips the heated shaft and pulls it up from the band and exposes it. Noctis pulls his head back and with a moist grin he lowers his head to take Peter's cock in his mouth.)

[spongetastrophe]

[He feels so hot. He takes a shaky breath, wetting his lips, eyes fluttering. Peter gasps feeling Noct touch his cock. A gasp that turns into a sharp grab of Noct's hair when that wet mouth closes around him]

Shit, that feels good.

[His fingers twitch, eager to start thrusting]

[waywardscion]

(Noctis slurps audibly down Peter's shaft, as far as he can before he has to lift his head again to avoid from gagging. A trail of slick saliva glistens on Peter's flesh from the rim of Noct's lips. Seeping clear drool streams further down to Peter's sac where Noct's fingers begin to massage and stretch between.)

[spongetastrophe]

[He watches Noct work, a little smile playing on his lips. Peter starts petting through Noct's hair. Even now he could take more control of this, but he likes what Noct is doing so far, so why would he?]

[waywardscion]

(Noct's lips pop off Peter's head and brush down the underside of Peter's cock to the sac where his fingers were prodding. He then pinches his lips over Peter's sac and pulls on the flesh gently before he mouths the scrotum - fitting what he can of the sac in his mouth. His hand jerks Peter off above his face.)

[spongetastrophe]

Shit, yeah. Your mouth is fucking amazing.

[He lets out a relieved breath when Noct starts jerking him off; he really needed that attention with all the prince was doing. Peter shifts his good leg to open himself up more]

[waywardscion]

(Noct responds with a soft groan, his noise and air vibrating the scrotum before he lifts his head again to press his lips down the head of Peter's cock. He takes Peter in his mouth for a few tight rounds of head bobbing before he disengages completely and looks up at the other with moist lips and a shimmering chin.)

You like my mouth on you? How much?

[spongetastrophe]

[He lets out a snort, reaching out to wipe the prince's chin]

Hm. Enough that I could get off. But I'd also like to rip your clothes off and fuck you.

[waywardscion]

(He huffs and his hand moves to squeeze Peter's thigh. His eyes are dark, his pupils are large, excited, aroused, and he tries:)

What makes you think I'll let you fuck me? When I can easily fuck you instead?

[spongetastrophe]

[He meets those eyes, his own glazed in desire. The way Noct looks at him and those words seriously turns him on]

Easily, huh?

[Says the guy already with a leg spread and flushed just from the suggestion]

[waywardscion]

(He grins before he lowers his mouth to bite at Peter's finger that was at his chin wiping away the slick mess of drool. He then lowers his mouth on the finger and tightens his lips as he lifts his head up on the digit. Once his lips pop off the fingertip he looks again to Peter.)

Do you ever let anyone top?

[spongetastrophe]

[He gives Noct a heated look. His other hand grabs on to Noct’s shirt, gripping tight enough to create a small tear]

Not usually.

[waywardscion]

(Which makes him want to top Peter even more.)

Didn't think so. You're so used to being in charge, aren't you?

[spongetastrophe]

[He feels that desire and smiles, tugging on Noct’s shirt again]

Something like that. Even with a hurt leg, I could still take charge of you.

[waywardscion]

(Noctis pulls up to his knees and moves his shirt so that Peter can have it - if he wants that shirt so much.)

Stop being so tough. You'll get hurt.

[spongetastrophe]

[He wants the person wearing it. Also, talking has calmed him down so he isn’t so hot and bothered anymore]

Yeah. I got plenty hurt before, too.

[waywardscion]

(Noctis moves his hands to his pants and he begins to unfasten them, he pulls them down his hips and exposes himself to Peter. He's hard and his cock springs to life with a bobbing motion.)

You talk too fucking much.

[spongetastrophe]

[His eyes flick down to that hard cock, then to Noct. He grabs the other, pulling him in for a kiss. That’s one way to stop talking]

[waywardscion]

(Noct takes in the other's tongue and his hand moves back down to Peter's cock with an eager jerk to keep him stimulated, to keep him hard - or harder. He shimmies out of his pants and shoes before he crawls on top of Peter's lap, Peter's cock behind his ass and his hand behind him jerking Peter off at his backside.)