"Hey, big guy. Where's Iggy?" Noct asked bluntly as he strolled towards the long camper, where Gladio was once again immersed in his hardback. The last fierce glimmers of the setting sun were reflecting off the slightly battered camper in dazzling, eye-watering gleams.

"Talking to Cid, I think," Gladio responded evenly. Giving Noctis a searching, slightly villainous look, he added, "You sure weren't gone long. 'Prince Charmless' indeed."

"We didn't get up to anything!" Prompto insisted shrilly, whilst Noctis waved him down calmly.

"Ignore him, he's just jealous. Listen Gladio, could you do me a favour?"

"Another one?" the Shield replied flatly, though he was already folding down the corner of the page he was currently reading.

"Can you go take Iggy for some beer or something? We were kinda hoping for some alone time."

Prompto groaned extravagantly at Noct's forthright request, no evidence of shame upon the Prince's deadpan face.

"Why the hell should I do that?" Gladio asked brusquely.

"'Cos otherwise you're gonna be stuck with two super-horny guys, sharing the car, the camper, and the tent. And it's probably best to…drain the dam slowly before it bursts, if you know what I mean."

"Noct!" Prompto hissed, burying his scorching face in his hands at the slightly-more-visual-that-he-would-have-hoped metaphor.

"Don't tell me you don't remember what it's like, old man," Noctis added, prompting his Shield.

"At least I didn't wait till I was twenty. No wonder you can't keep it in your pants, virgin."

"Gladio, come on man," the blond intersected cautiously, sensing Noct's hackles rising and finding himself, as usual, attempting to mediate the sometimes-volatile pair. Gladio liked riling Noctis up as much as Noctis had a surprisingly short fuse when it came to jabs at his own substantial pride.

Gladio's amber eyes glared into Noct's, whose spiked black hair was practically bristling, cat-like, at the anticipation of a fight. He spoke evenly, not taking his cool gaze from the Prince.

"I'll do it, but only because I want a beer. Not 'cos I feel like doing you any favours. Seeing you trying to man up makes me gag. Prompto, don't forget that little 'present' I gave you. Make damn sure you use it."

For a split second, Prompto almost fancied that he caught the briefest glimpse of angry white sparks about Noct's head, the imagined residue of dormant MP, though the fact of dying sun lances igniting the Prince's dark hair tips could not be discounted.

"Noct…please? Let's go inside," Prompto urged, pushing his fingers into the tight clench of Nocts' right fist and giving the most substantial squeeze that he could manage between damp fingers and palm.

"…Yeah," Noctis mumbled gruffly, reciprocating with a fierce clench. "Let's."

"The hell was he talking about?" a frowning Noctis asked as soon as the metal door clicked shut behind them. "What present?"

"Oh, uh…search me. Maybe he just meant…the bed, I dunno…"

"Prompto." Noctis interrupted flatly, his slightly-sunburned arms crossed over his narrow chest. "Don't lie to me. You're no good at it."

"Is it, uh, that obvious?" Prompto laughed nervously, scratching the back of his head and offering a cheesy grin.

"I've known you a long time, Prom. I know you're the purest, sweetest guy I ever met. Therefore, it follows that you can't lie for shit."

Blushing and stuttering at the backhanded compliment, Prompto chuckled, fidgeting awkwardly. "Right. Well, thing is…Gladio kinda…gave me…you know, sex stuff. For sex," he iterated pathetically, hesitant to elaborate.

"…He did what now?" Noctis gawked, confused.

"You know…protection," Prompto whispered, turning away and slumping onto the large fold-out double bed that nearly spanned the entire width of the camper, kicking his legs in distracted embarrassment.

"Oh, rubbers. That's…weird," Noctis pondered, shrugging. "Handy, though."

"Is it? I dunno, it feels kinda…forced?" Prompto attempted.

"I'm not gonna force you to have sex with me," the Prince insisted, looking a little hurt.

"I don't mean it like that…it's just that…I dunno, it's like, expected now," the blond shrugged, groaning in abject mortification at having to actually breach this subject.

Noctis smirked, amused. "You think we have to have sex right now just because Gladio thinks it's already happening?"

"Well when you put it like that, it sounds dumb," Prompto complained, as Noctis unfolded his arms and sat beside him on the flimsy bed.

"Look…Prom. I really…care about you. And I think if we did this, it'd be…something special," the Prince offered, beginning to flush a rosy-red himself, his lowered eyes darkening. "But I don't want you to think I'm like that creep in high school."

"I don't think that, Noct, seriously. But I'm still sorta hesitant."

"I get it. Really," Noctis murmured in his deep, husky tones, looking down at his hands. "But for future reference…I just…I mean, I'd really kinda like you inside me. One day. It's something I've thought about…quite a lot."

The Prince endured the following stunned silence as long as he could, and then finally glanced back at Prompto, and didn't know whether to laugh or panic at the gobsmacked expression on the freckled, elfin features.

"…Hang on…inside you?" Prompto finally uttered, looking completely bewildered.

Not quite understanding the blond's confusion, Noctis shrugged and raised an eyebrow. "I don't see anyone else around here."

"But I thought…" the gunner trailed off weakly, and his pretty lips clamped shut as he pondered this new eventuality.

"What's the problem? Does the idea freak you out?" Noctis asked him, sounding more irritated than he felt, betraying his surfacing anxiety. "I mean, we don't have to do it that way…"

"No, I….I just assumed you'd wanna be…on top," Prompto shrugged.

"Why?" Noctis asked curiously.

"Uh…cos…you're a Prince?" the blond suggested, not particularly having a better answer than that.

He was warmed by Noct's rare, husky laugh. "You're an idiot, Prom."

"Hey, how do I know? Could be some unwritten rule somewhere," he chuckled.

"Like the rule that pretty blonds always take it up the ass?" Noctis teased, enjoying himself.

"Shut up man. And anyway, you were getting pretty handsy back at the Quay. I distinctly remember royal fingers trying to get involved."

"Yeah, well, I got a bit carried away. And it would still have been kinda hot to put them in there."

"…Gods, I can't believe we are talking like this," Prompto revelled, shaking his head, and the Prince huffed a little laugh in agreement.

"Better than not talking about it."

"Yeah, true. You think we've done enough talking now?"

"Definitely. First show me what Gladio gave you. Seriously, why'd he give them to you and not me?"

"Because I am clearly the more responsible and mature outta the two of us."

Noctis wanted to argue, but he had heard the same sentiments expressed by a good number of his staff, friends and even his own dad. He kept quiet, letting his pout do the talking, as he peeled off his warm black T-shirt with a sigh. Kicking off his boots and getting more comfortable, curling up against the thin, chipped wall at the head of the bed, he slowly pulled off his heavy leather glove, too. Distractedly, he rubbed at the damp and tacky skin of his usually-sheathed hand, flexing it and stretching his fingers with a sigh.

The blinds on the campers' thick glass windows were lowered, and now that the boiling sun had finally descended underneath the dusty horizon, the atmosphere inside the camper was cooler, clammier, and a little gloomy. Prompto gave Noct's bare chest a brief but intense glance as he proceeded to shuck off his own tank top with a crackle of static, and hauled off his own heavy boots, chucking them alongside Noct's by the capsule door.

Rummaging in his camera bag, he soon produced the slim cardboard box, wiggling it before the Prince's lazy gaze, before tossing it to him for his perusal. Whilst Noctis peered at the back of the box, reading its various instructions and promises of mind-blowing sex, Prompto double-checked the blinds on the windows, pulling them down as far as possible. He wasn't entirely happy with the level of light in the camper (dim and darkening as it was), but he would just have to deal with it. He pulled off his glove and armband with familiar ease, and undid his belt before accompanying the Prince on the thin mattress, wriggling closer to him and feeling inappropriately excited as he joined him in reading the back of the box.

"Seems simple enough…I think," the Prince shrugged, his bare, warm shoulder nudging Prompto's.

"Are they, you know…wet?"

"Huh? Wet?"

"Well, if they're not we're in trouble."

"I, uh…I don't think so," Noct frowned at the bright but miniscule font, his pale lips pursing.

"Shit, why couldn't he give me lube as well," Prompto muttered to himself.

"I think we're lucky he gave us anything." The Prince pondered for a second. "Could we buy some?"

"…I doubt a mechanic's pit stop will have what we need, Noct."

"What if we just-"

"I am not doing this without lubrication, Noct, I refuse to hurt you," Prompto said flatly, correctly anticipating Noctis' blasé dismissal of the item in question.

"You don't know that it'll hurt…"

"I do."

There was a brief, awkward silence, and Noctis nodded. "Fine. Fine. I leave it in your knowledgeable hands," he snickered, flinging the box aside. "Now, I'm bored of waiting. We're gonna make out. Right now."

If Noct was expecting more delays or distractions, he didn't get any; much to his glee and arousal he was hugged into surprisingly muscled arms and pulled down into the lap of the giggly gunner, strong hands rummaging in his hair and across his lower back respectively.

"Much better," the Prince managed to growl in his deep, cracked voice, before sighing a relieved kiss onto Prompto's warm mouth. Immediately, his hands smoothed excitedly down the blond's firm pectorals, and he instinctively moved his mouth to follow. Leaning down and shifting his hips back, he started suckling hungrily upon random patches of freckled skin, licking roughly across pale nipples and daring little bites into the flesh of his muscles.

"Jeez," Prompto muttered, watching the silky hair on the top of Noct's head bounce with every lunging kiss and suck, and he cradled the Prince's skull, urging him gently forward and thrilling at the fantasy of his eager head moving like that between his legs.

"Take your pants off. I wanna explore," Noctis murmured bluntly, pulling back and licking his pale lips, the faintest dampness on his smooth chin and an almost unknown dazzle in his indigo eyes.

"Y-yeah. You too," Prompto requested breathlessly, already fumbling at his own fly and wriggling his hips to try and ease himself out of his tight jeans. Noctis sat back on his knees, legs slightly spread and a vicious smirk on his face as he pulled his own trousers down and off with little grace and even less shame. Noticing Prompto's helpless stare, he eased off his underwear and took hold of himself. With a teasing and lazy grip, he stroked his own shaft, the glossy head winking at the blond as the Prince rocked his hips into his own pale fist indulgently.

"Shit, shit," Prompto hissed, and he wasn't able to drag his own clothes off fast enough, kicking them off the flimsy bed and tentatively taking hold of himself, mirroring Noct.

"Touch yourself. Wanna see," Noct grinned, the flash of his bright, even teeth a sight that Prompto didn't see nearly as often as he would like.

"…You're gonna touch me too, right?" Prompto asked, laughing nervously as he began to obey, squeezing his base in a gentle rhythm, back against the wall of the camper, Noctis gyrating on his knees just in front of him.

"Yeah, course. But I wanna see how you like it," Noctis grinned, laughing breathily as he pumped himself a little slower, eyes on Prompto's fist.

"You are a lot kinkier than you look," the blond murmured, looking down and feeling like his freckles were practically smoking with the deep blush stoked beneath them. Trying not to just ignite under Noct's intense stare, he proceeded to stroke himself harder, cupping himself with his left hand and consciously trying not to lick his lips or make any embarrassing sounds.

"Just go with it. I wanna see everything," the Prince told him, edging a little closer, before deciding to sit beside him against the headboard, his pale chin tucked onto Prompto's right shoulder, riding the gentle flexing muscle as his best friend gently primed himself to full hardness.

"Easy for you to say," Prompto whispered. "Can't we kiss a bit?"

Noctis obliged with a hard, fond kiss upon Prompto's thin lips, and then shooed his friend's hand away from himself. "Let me play around a bit."

"Uh…nothing too crazy, okay?" the gunner asked, sincerely hoping that Noctis wasn't going to try and employ any obscure practices that he might have seen in porno. The Prince seemed very eager, as well as eager to please, but his lack of physical experience couldn't be forgotten.

"Just this," Noctis shrugged, laying down, propped on his elbows, and kissing along Prompto's thigh, feeling him tense when his mouth pecked across the series of pink and grey scars that lined the flesh.

"…Noct, I-" Prompto started, after an anxious few seconds.

"Shh. It's okay. It's all you."

Noctis' 'exploring' took less time than Prompto anticipated, because within minutes the Prince was holding his shaft, thumbing at the wet head and sucking randomly at it.

"Noct…that feels…"

"Mmm-hm?" the brunette hummed extravagantly, suckling hard just under the head, his soft dark hair veiling lightly closed, blissful-looking eyes.

"…Good…could you…"

"Wanna come?" Noctis asked playfully in his deep voice, pulling back a little and licking his lips, fisting Prompto with a quick and relentless rhythm.

"Ah…Gods, yeah, just like…ah, fuck…" Overwhelmed, Prompto tore his eyes away from Noctis' triumphant expression and rested his head back against the cool camper wall, frowning and sighing faintly as his best friend's almost too-tight grip sped up, and he could hear the Prince's victorious snicker over the slick, visceral sounds of his own pleasure.

Noctis' wrist was aching by the time Prompto started squirming and shivering, his breath gasping out in forced little huffs. He was almost taken by surprise when the blond's hips bucked sensuously, as if in slow motion, and a long and keening sigh accompanied sharp, shocking spurts of body-heated liquid.

"Ah, yeah," Noct muttered appreciatively, barely waiting for the creamy liquid to stop pooling on his best friend's stomach and his own hand, before ingesting it, sucking it into his mouth before it cooled. He sat up and clicked the joints of his fingers, scooting close to the trembling blond and rewarding him with a sour-tasting kiss, which was resisted only briefly.

Prompto swallowed a few times and sat up panting, touching his own tacky but come-free skin distractedly. "…Definitely kinky," he wheezed, laughing.

Noctis was grinning widely, a rare and gratifying sight. "My turn now?"

Prompto burst out laughing, smearing a damp forearm across his sweating forehead, scraping his deflated quiff back from his burning skin.

"Your turn," he agreed, winking.