The king was half tempted to break the kiss and tell his two friends to shut up, but he couldn't when his Prompto's tongue was curling inside his mouth. he let out a soft moan as he licked his way into Prompto's mouth.

Noctis' hands kept combing through Ignis' hair, petting, and tugging where he could. The mouth along his cock was working at a slow and steady pace. He shifted his hips to encourage him to keep going... not because he had no self control.