Prompto tried to keep a steady pace as Noct left marks up and down his neck, his chest, even his arm. There'd be no hiding them, and he flushed a bright red.

"I love it."

He was sure he'd be able to hold on, right up until Noct touched him, coaxing him, his voice more suggestion than order, but more than enough to do the job. Prompto tried to fight it, but shuddered as he came between them, hips jerking out of their rhythm, twitching as he finished.

"N-Noct, please, I can't... I..." was all he managed.