He cannot take his eyes away from Prompto's mouth, nor does he want to. This is better than closing his eyes and letting his boyfriend take him to a feeling like a paradise. Every subtle thing he does just makes him throb with pleasure,
and he watches eagerly, as Prompto takes his time adjusting to the newness of this intimate moment and his taste. He wouldn't expect him to be perfect, he does not expect him to be experienced; but everything he is doing so far is just so good. Pleasure throbs and radiates; he's so hard it almost hurts, at this point, and he bites his lip as that deliciously warm, moist tongue brushes against the throbbing tip of his erection. A soft sigh rolls from his throat until it catches into a soft grunt when those soft lips begin to slide around the head. Tantalizing, soft, moving so slow. He doesn't mind the slowness, it really makes him ache with pleasure; he likes it. Helios absorbs every moment of his slow exploration, the way his lips engulf him, gradually sliding down. The moist heat of his mouth just beginning to wrap around him, and his teeth begin to bare, releasing his lower lip. "Tsss--ngh."
All the while, he gently continues to twist strands of blond between his fingers. Twisting, caressing, gently tugging as his teeth clench and relax again.
He won't ever grow accustomed to his boyfriend lavishing his hardened length with his bright blue eyes, his wet tongue. As saliva begins to drip around his mouth, lubricating and giving a wet shimmer to his length, he groans. Just the sight of him is erotic and so teasing he can't help but arch his hips a little bit, but he's careful not to force him to choke or hurt him. Every moment he watches him suckle on him, it sends another hot, wave of pleasure surging through the flushed, red tip of his erection. "Ahh ... Y-You're good at this," he moans softly, only to gasp and close his eyes for a moment as he feels him begin to take more of his length into his mouth. With a grunt, his head dips forward again, mouth falling open and eyes fluttering at the sweet sensation of his moist mouth wrapping around him. His breathing begins to hitch just a little; soft pants, his heels sliding against the mattress and his fingers going back to lovingly petting his hair. For a moment, he becomes caught up in the incredible sensation of his warm, wet mouth wrapping around him, his length being taken towards the narrower back of his throat. Again he clenches his teeth, trying to keep his breathing steady. He doesn't want to rush this at all. While he is by no means close to losing it, he lets himself revel in the feeling for as long as it lasts; slowly stimulating him.
His steel blue eyes snap open at the feel of Prompto's throat quivering, a cough rising and slipping out of his mouth. It brings him back to reality for a moment, and his brows begin to furrow, not in disappointment, nor frustration, but concern. He sits up more, fingers sliding out of his hair to cup his cheek as he coughs. Had -- had he done that? Did he buck his hips on accident? No, he's sure he didn't. Prompto was just moving too fast, but he feels guilty regardless. His eyes widen somewhat, lips forming into a small frown. The last thing he wants to be seen as, is the selfish boyfriend who wants to take and not give. He's sure Prompto won't see him that way, it was just a simple accident. Nothing is perfect or synchronized, he doesn't blame him at all. Caressing his cheek, his other palm joins by cupping his face. "No--it's ok. I didn't mean for you to..." And then he pauses, cheeks heating up and swallowing his words at the comment. Bigger than he thought. Helios can't help but smirk somewhat sheepishly in response, averting his gaze for a moment. That's probably the hottest thing he's ever heard. Then again, he's not one to say he has had a lot of experience with past partners. They don't matter, and they don't define who he is now, in this relationship. "Haha," he chuckles softly, meeting his gaze once again. "Come here." He leans forward, letting his fingers slide down to spread out along the sides of his jaw, behind his ears, as he leans in to seek out those soft lips again.
Melding his mouth a bit firmer against Prompto's, he takes in the taste of him. He's sure he's tasting himself in the process, but that doesn't really matter. It doesn't disgust him the way one might think. In this moment, he just wants to show him he cares about him, wants to please him. His lips part with a soft sigh, licking Prompto's upper lip as he feels him begin to finger the lubricated head of his length. "You taste really good." He teases, his fingers beginning to slide down and seek out Prompto's belt. Pressing another, warm kiss to his lips, he seeks to keep his mouth busy; his lips taste so good, they feel so good against his own. He enjoyed having his mouth around his cock, that's for damn sure, but he certainly enjoys having his mouth up here and occupied by his own. Unbuckling his jeans, he feels for his button, and then his zipper, and helps him by pushing them down over his smooth hips. Another surge of heat lancing through his length, imagining Prompto's bare ass. He can't help it. For now, he settles with slowly palming his boyfriend; letting the fabric of his underwear rub against his length, before slipping his fingers beneath the waistband. He's not close enough, he wants him closer. Shifting his hips, he murmurs against the other's mouth; "I want you closer, I .. wanna feel you against me." Gently sliding his fingers around his length, the idea is to slowly stimulate him by pulling him closer, flush against him and grinding against him.