Forget poetic or thoughtful. Prompto managed to hit Noctis with raw emotion every time he said something like this. It was better than anything Noct had put together, he spoke from his heart and Noct remembered those words. He'd play them for himself again later in his mind.

"You don't have to. I'm here. We've always got each other." he'd still be alone without Prompto. Still lonely, still isolated, still adrift without any real friends he'd made on his own. That was an odd thing to think about while his mate was doing such a magnificent job of riding him.

"Maybe I was made for you?" he smirked as he watched Prompto work himself over his cock. The feeling was intense enough to make his toes curl. He had to breathe slowly. Don't come too fast.

"You're doing better every time, I'm not gonna last... fuck." he clenched the sheets in his fists.