Prompto trusted the King to tell him the truth, and doing so gave him the little bit of extra courage he needed to take the creme brulee from Regis’s hand, pulling out a spoonful to share with the man. He enjoyed the soft, endearing look on the other man’s face, and when he leaned forward to lick away the traces of the dessert from the man’s lips he could feel Regis’s rock hard cock bump against him.
“Oh.” Prompto looked down to see the clear and pronounced tent in the King’s pants. He leaned forward and conspiratorially whispered against Regis’s ear. “I… I think that’s my fault.”
“I believe you may be correct,” Regis whispered back.
Prompto bit down on his lip before leaning back, putting the dessert back on the table. He looked to his jacket thrown across the chair and reached down to his tie. With a yank, Prompto freed himself from its confines, throwing it into the mix. “Sorry, it was just a little tight.”
“No need to apologize,” Regis muttered as he pulled Prompto close, his lips meeting the junction between the blond’s shirt and his throat. He slowly pulled at the white button-up shirt, freeing it from his pants.
Prompto helped Reis slowly unbutton his shirt, though he hissed when his body suddenly felt the slight chill from the room.
“Are you cold?” At Prompto’s nod Regis snapped his fingers. A thin line of fire spun from the tips of his fingers and quickly danced across the stone floor and up the walls, the candelabras blazing with newfound energy. He could already feel the air warming and Prompto couldn’t help but to laugh.
“Why the laughter?”
Prompto shook his head, unable to keep in his mirth. “Just reminded me of last week… Noct lit the training room on fire.”
Regis leaned back and gave a full-belly laugh. “I heard of that from one of the Crownsguard. They haven’t been able to figure out a way to remove the scorch marks from the ceiling.”
Prompto couldn’t help but fall forward against Regis, allowing his body to be overcome with laughter. It was an excellent release of the tension and the fear of the last few minutes, and once he had managed to calm himself down he realized that the short conversation had done something to Regis, too.
When he had calmed himself again, Prompto locked eyes with Regis. The man looked almost sad for a moment.
“What’s wrong?”
“Prompto… you’re a very attractive young man. But you’re the same age as Noctis.”
Prompto blinked at Regis. “You know that. You’ve always known that.” Since their first meeting, Prompto had felt something in Regis’s gaze. “I didn’t… I didn’t think it was a problem.”
“It isn’t,” Regis amended, but then sighed. “You no doubt have never had a lover like me. I do not want to distract you from your life or do something you may regret in the future.”
It was Prompto’s turn to frown. “I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want to be.” Prompto was pretty sure that if he didn’t want to be in the Throne Room with Regis under him, all he would have had to have done was whisper a word to Noctis. But he hadn’t and he didn’t want to. “I’m here because I want to. I thought that you knew that.”
He felt like it was important to emphasize his words, so Prompto leaned down and unbuttoned the last two buttons on his shirt. He ran his fingers down from his chest to the button on his slacks, slowly unbuttoning them. Every movement felt almost a little like torture, but Prompto didn’t look anywhere but Regis’s face. He wanted to make sure that the King understood that he was doing this of his own free will, that he wanted it. He wanted this.
With a little struggling Prompto stood from the throne and toed off his shoes, before pulling down the zipper to his pants. He tried to keep himself from being too eager, but the fact that he had opted against wearing underwear got him an arched eyebrow from Regis.
He could have lied and said that it was laundry day, but the truth was that while preparing himself for their date, Prompto had hoped that he wouldn’t need them. He told the dark-haired man as much as he shimmied the pants down his hips and thighs, letting them pool at his feet.
At school, sometimes Prompto needed to take showers with the other boys. He left his wristband on then, too, but otherwise he tried to pretend like he wasn’t subtly comparing his body to the others. He knew the scars across his stomach and thighs were unsightly, a reminder of days where he had been the fat and lonely kid at school. He wasn’t strong or muscular, or wiry with hidden muscle. He was kinda gangly and awkward and he was sure that he still had a little more growing to go… or at least he hoped, so. Another inch to his dick or his height would have been nice.
Yet, Prompto didn’t want Regis to think of him the way he thought of himself, so he didn’t cover anything. Whatever his King wanted to see, Propto would give…
It was still a little scary when Regis called for him to come closer, but he could feel his dick hardening. Thankfully the room was still warm, and even Prompto’s feet against the stone were warm.
Regis’s hands were strong, though Prompto noted that the hand with the Ring seemed to have a little worse of a grasp. Regis was only in his late forties though, and Prompto was sure that he would have a long time to live before worrying too much about aging. He knew that the magic tended to take up a lot of energy, but Regis was still pretty young and vivacious.
“I think the silver in your hair is hot,” Prompto admitted as he propped himself back on Regis’s lap. He leaned forward and carded his fingers in the man’s hair, enjoying the feeling of the soft locks against his skin and the feeling of Regis’s hands roaming against his bare skin. “That’s not weird to say, right? I hope it isn’t…”
He tried to not tighten either his arms of his thighs when the King let his fingers drift lower down his belly, towards the pale blond curls across his stomach. He felt the fingers brush gently against the soft expanse of sensitive skin and then lower. He didn’t touch Prompto’s cock, instead slipping his fingers further down.
“It’s not weird, not at all. I’m rather fond of your fair, too.” Regis emphasized this by massaging the patch of blonde hair nestled against the base of his dick, next to his balls
Prompto couldn’t help but moan loudly at the touch. His toes curled and he knew that everything he knew about sex from watching porn and reading books meant nothing when he had Regis’s hands on him.
He arched his back when he felt one of Regis’s fingers against his hole. Prompto found himself spasming when he felt it circle against the ring of muscles just as the other man leaned forward to gently bite at the flesh on his shoulder.
Yeah, this was nothing like anything he had ever experienced before.
Prompto heard the sound of something snapping open and he lifted himself up as he felt something slightly warm dribble across his lower back, dripping down toward Regis’s other hand. He could feel the slight nudge to the ring of muscles before Regis rested his hand against his hole.
“Have you done this before, dear heart?”
Prompto couldn’t voice what the King’s nickname did to him, instead using his tongue against the shell of the man’s ear in response. “Ye—yeah. Today, uh…. Before coming. Well, before coming here. And coming, but, uh—”
Regis chuckled and turned his head. He left a soft kiss against Prompto’s neck. “You prepared yourself for me?” One finger gently slide inside and Prompto gasped out a soft affirmation. Warmth spread through his belly and Prompto wondered whether or not the King was using some of his bagic or if it was whatever the man had used as lube. “I’m thankful to hear it.”
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Re: Fill: Creme Brûlée 3/?? Regis/Prompto - Throne Room
Date: 2017-03-08 06:28 pm (UTC)“Oh.” Prompto looked down to see the clear and pronounced tent in the King’s pants. He leaned forward and conspiratorially whispered against Regis’s ear. “I… I think that’s my fault.”
“I believe you may be correct,” Regis whispered back.
Prompto bit down on his lip before leaning back, putting the dessert back on the table. He looked to his jacket thrown across the chair and reached down to his tie. With a yank, Prompto freed himself from its confines, throwing it into the mix. “Sorry, it was just a little tight.”
“No need to apologize,” Regis muttered as he pulled Prompto close, his lips meeting the junction between the blond’s shirt and his throat. He slowly pulled at the white button-up shirt, freeing it from his pants.
Prompto helped Reis slowly unbutton his shirt, though he hissed when his body suddenly felt the slight chill from the room.
“Are you cold?” At Prompto’s nod Regis snapped his fingers. A thin line of fire spun from the tips of his fingers and quickly danced across the stone floor and up the walls, the candelabras blazing with newfound energy. He could already feel the air warming and Prompto couldn’t help but to laugh.
“Why the laughter?”
Prompto shook his head, unable to keep in his mirth. “Just reminded me of last week… Noct lit the training room on fire.”
Regis leaned back and gave a full-belly laugh. “I heard of that from one of the Crownsguard. They haven’t been able to figure out a way to remove the scorch marks from the ceiling.”
Prompto couldn’t help but fall forward against Regis, allowing his body to be overcome with laughter. It was an excellent release of the tension and the fear of the last few minutes, and once he had managed to calm himself down he realized that the short conversation had done something to Regis, too.
When he had calmed himself again, Prompto locked eyes with Regis. The man looked almost sad for a moment.
“What’s wrong?”
“Prompto… you’re a very attractive young man. But you’re the same age as Noctis.”
Prompto blinked at Regis. “You know that. You’ve always known that.” Since their first meeting, Prompto had felt something in Regis’s gaze. “I didn’t… I didn’t think it was a problem.”
“It isn’t,” Regis amended, but then sighed. “You no doubt have never had a lover like me. I do not want to distract you from your life or do something you may regret in the future.”
It was Prompto’s turn to frown. “I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want to be.” Prompto was pretty sure that if he didn’t want to be in the Throne Room with Regis under him, all he would have had to have done was whisper a word to Noctis. But he hadn’t and he didn’t want to. “I’m here because I want to. I thought that you knew that.”
He felt like it was important to emphasize his words, so Prompto leaned down and unbuttoned the last two buttons on his shirt. He ran his fingers down from his chest to the button on his slacks, slowly unbuttoning them. Every movement felt almost a little like torture, but Prompto didn’t look anywhere but Regis’s face. He wanted to make sure that the King understood that he was doing this of his own free will, that he wanted it. He wanted this.
With a little struggling Prompto stood from the throne and toed off his shoes, before pulling down the zipper to his pants. He tried to keep himself from being too eager, but the fact that he had opted against wearing underwear got him an arched eyebrow from Regis.
He could have lied and said that it was laundry day, but the truth was that while preparing himself for their date, Prompto had hoped that he wouldn’t need them. He told the dark-haired man as much as he shimmied the pants down his hips and thighs, letting them pool at his feet.
At school, sometimes Prompto needed to take showers with the other boys. He left his wristband on then, too, but otherwise he tried to pretend like he wasn’t subtly comparing his body to the others. He knew the scars across his stomach and thighs were unsightly, a reminder of days where he had been the fat and lonely kid at school. He wasn’t strong or muscular, or wiry with hidden muscle. He was kinda gangly and awkward and he was sure that he still had a little more growing to go… or at least he hoped, so. Another inch to his dick or his height would have been nice.
Yet, Prompto didn’t want Regis to think of him the way he thought of himself, so he didn’t cover anything. Whatever his King wanted to see, Propto would give…
It was still a little scary when Regis called for him to come closer, but he could feel his dick hardening. Thankfully the room was still warm, and even Prompto’s feet against the stone were warm.
Regis’s hands were strong, though Prompto noted that the hand with the Ring seemed to have a little worse of a grasp. Regis was only in his late forties though, and Prompto was sure that he would have a long time to live before worrying too much about aging. He knew that the magic tended to take up a lot of energy, but Regis was still pretty young and vivacious.
“I think the silver in your hair is hot,” Prompto admitted as he propped himself back on Regis’s lap. He leaned forward and carded his fingers in the man’s hair, enjoying the feeling of the soft locks against his skin and the feeling of Regis’s hands roaming against his bare skin. “That’s not weird to say, right? I hope it isn’t…”
He tried to not tighten either his arms of his thighs when the King let his fingers drift lower down his belly, towards the pale blond curls across his stomach. He felt the fingers brush gently against the soft expanse of sensitive skin and then lower. He didn’t touch Prompto’s cock, instead slipping his fingers further down.
“It’s not weird, not at all. I’m rather fond of your fair, too.” Regis emphasized this by massaging the patch of blonde hair nestled against the base of his dick, next to his balls
Prompto couldn’t help but moan loudly at the touch. His toes curled and he knew that everything he knew about sex from watching porn and reading books meant nothing when he had Regis’s hands on him.
He arched his back when he felt one of Regis’s fingers against his hole. Prompto found himself spasming when he felt it circle against the ring of muscles just as the other man leaned forward to gently bite at the flesh on his shoulder.
Yeah, this was nothing like anything he had ever experienced before.
Prompto heard the sound of something snapping open and he lifted himself up as he felt something slightly warm dribble across his lower back, dripping down toward Regis’s other hand. He could feel the slight nudge to the ring of muscles before Regis rested his hand against his hole.
“Have you done this before, dear heart?”
Prompto couldn’t voice what the King’s nickname did to him, instead using his tongue against the shell of the man’s ear in response. “Ye—yeah. Today, uh…. Before coming. Well, before coming here. And coming, but, uh—”
Regis chuckled and turned his head. He left a soft kiss against Prompto’s neck. “You prepared yourself for me?” One finger gently slide inside and Prompto gasped out a soft affirmation. Warmth spread through his belly and Prompto wondered whether or not the King was using some of his bagic or if it was whatever the man had used as lube. “I’m thankful to hear it.”