Noct's free hand moves to Prompto's hair as he moves towards his shoulder. He knew what Gladio could do with his tongue, and just the thought of it only brought him closer to the edge. Prompto's moans and quiet pleading against his skin combined with Ignis' work was almost overwhelming.

The vibrations from Ignis' groan made him shudder. He let out a loud groan when he felt that nip against his slit and the fingers at his balls. His hips lifted up back into that wonderful heat, and with a final moan he felt himself release into Ignis' mouth. His hands in both of his friend's hair tightened and tugged. Anything to get his grip onto something.