Date: 2020-01-28 07:36 pm (UTC)
waywardscion: (᱑poοΎŒπ“‰π’½β„― π“ƒπ’Ύβ„Šπ’½π“‰)
From: [personal profile] waywardscion
(That spikes his arousal for sure. Noctis holds his breath and shifts on the couch. His hand moves to his thigh where he squeezes himself just above the knee. He can feel an uneasiness coil in his gut and he looks at Peter's lips again.

It was good, real good. Peter felt amazing and Noctis was incredibly ready for more than just a little humping. It was so intense, so powerful, then it .. stopped.
)

Why'd you stop, why'd you let me leave thinking the only reason you kissed me was to get free from the mistletoe?

Date: 2020-01-28 08:28 pm (UTC)
waywardscion: 𝒲ℯ π“ˆπ“…β„―π“ƒπ“‰ 𝓉𝒽ℯ π“ƒπ’Ύβ„Šπ’½π“‰ (᱑shockοΎŒβ„π“ƒ 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒸ℴ𝓁𝒹)
From: [personal profile] waywardscion
(Okay, that was honest. Noct focused on the thought that their animosity was a turn on for the both of them. He shifts in his seat again and pulls his hand up from his knee to the top of his thigh. He looks over at Peter's lap, where the afghan blanket was. He swallows and pulls in a breath before his eyes focus down to his hand on his thigh.)

Well, I don't want you kissing me.

(He was being obstinate for no reason. Peter called him out earlier about being a liar. He still was.)

Date: 2020-01-28 08:48 pm (UTC)
waywardscion: 𝒱𝒢𝓁ℯ𝓇𝒾ℯ (᱑unsureοΎŒπ’žπ’Άπ“π“ ℴ𝓃 𝓂ℯ)
From: [personal profile] waywardscion
(He scoffs and squeezes his thigh. He looks at Peter and with a harsh tone.) Shut up.

I'm not going to fucking kiss you. (He felt irritated, mostly because he did want to kiss Peter and he definitely wanted Peter "humping" him against the wall again but.. no, this was ridiculous.

What about... Prompto? His friend came into mind, for the first time (or at least he focused on the blond for the first time since thinking about Peter) and he considered that he'd already crossed the line.

Yet, that also made him want to do more with Peter. He wanted to cross that line, he wanted to be more desirable than Prompto.. he was jealous.
)

Date: 2020-01-28 09:21 pm (UTC)
waywardscion: 𝓉𝒽ℯ π’·π“Šπ“‰π“‰β„―π“‡π’»π“π’Ύβ„―π“ˆ 𝒢𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒾ℯ𝒹 π“Šπ“… (pissedβ˜…π’΄β„΄π“Š'𝓋ℯ β„Šβ„΄π“‰)
From: [personal profile] waywardscion
(Okay.. Okay? Noctis stares at Peter in disbelief. Just "okay" nothing more? No resistance, no further conversation, no requesting for a kiss, just "okay." Then, not only that, but to just casually move on like they weren't just talking about kissing.

Noctis inhales then exhales with:
)

You really are messing with me. Aren't you? All this time I thought I was the one in control, but I'm not. Am I?

I'm just some sort of puppet to you, aren't I? Just toying along with me, making me feel this shit and doing nothing about it.. You're a real jerk.

Second of all you're not going anywhere, you already got hurt so stay out of it!

Date: 2020-01-28 10:03 pm (UTC)
waywardscion: (᱑poοΎŒπ’œ π“ˆπ“‚β„―π“π“ ℴ𝒻 π“Œπ’Ύπ“ƒβ„―)
From: [personal profile] 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.)

Date: 2020-02-09 05:59 pm (UTC)
waywardscion: 𝒩ℴ, 𝒾𝓉 𝒸𝒢𝓃'𝓉 𝒷ℯ 𝓉𝒽𝒢𝓉 π“Œπ’Άπ“‡π“‚ (᱑sadフ ℋℯ𝓇 𝓁𝒾𝓀ℯ π“ˆπ’½β„― π“Šπ“ˆβ„―π’Ή 𝓉ℴ 𝒷ℯ)
From: [personal profile] 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.)

Date: 2020-02-09 07:30 pm (UTC)
waywardscion: (᱑shockフπ’₯π“Šπ“ˆπ“‰ 𝒢 π’Έπ’Ύπ“‰π“Ž π’·β„΄π“Ž)
From: [personal profile] 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.)

Date: 2020-02-09 08:02 pm (UTC)
waywardscion: ℴ𝓃 𝓉𝒽ℯ π“ˆπ“‰π“‡β„―β„―π“‰ β„΄π“Šπ“‰π“ˆπ’Ύπ’Ήβ„― (joyβ˜…π’ͺ𝒻 π“€π’Ύπ’Ήπ“ˆ)
From: [personal profile] 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.
)

Date: 2020-02-09 08:20 pm (UTC)
waywardscion: π“Žβ„΄π“Š (unsureβ˜…β„'𝓋ℯ 𝒷ℯℯ𝓃 π“Œπ’Άπ“‰π’Έπ’½π’Ύπ“ƒβ„Š)
From: [personal profile] 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.)

Date: 2020-02-09 08:33 pm (UTC)
waywardscion: 𝓉ℴ 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒹 π“Œπ’½π’Άπ“‰ ℐ'𝓂 𝓁ℴℴ𝓀𝒾𝓃' 𝒻ℴ𝓇 (᱑unsureοΎŒβ„ 𝓃ℯ𝓋ℯ𝓇 π“ˆβ„―β„―π“‚)
From: [personal profile] 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.)

Date: 2020-02-09 08:45 pm (UTC)
waywardscion: β„¬π“Šπ“‰ π“Žβ„΄π“Š π“Œβ„―π“‡β„― π’Άπ“π“Œπ’Άπ“Žπ“ˆ 𝒻𝒾𝓃ℯ (☾cockyβ˜½β„ π“Œπ’Άπ“ˆ π’Άπ“π“Œπ’Άπ“Žπ“ˆ 𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓇ℯ)
From: [personal profile] 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?

Date: 2020-02-09 08:53 pm (UTC)
waywardscion: (᱑happyοΎŒπ“‰π’½β„―π“Ž 𝒸𝒢𝓃 π“ˆπ’½π’Άπ“‡β„―)
From: [personal profile] 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?

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