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Welcome to Round Two of the FFXV Kink Meme!

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“Please,” Noctis replied, his voice already rough. “Please fuck my mouth again; please. I know I haven’t earned it but I want it…” and before he could come up with something else to say that might be acceptable, Captain Drautos snarled at him to shut up and then shoved his cock back into Noctis’s mouth.

He felt the silken cords of submission then, the way the world went gray and empty wherever he wasn’t being touched, being owned, by Captain Drautos, and Noctis revelled in it. Here, he belonged to someone else. Here, he didn’t even have to decide when to breathe, because Captain Drautos would tell him.

The feelings of inadequacy standing next to his father were distant, barely worth remembering in the face of his own spit dripping down his chin and his hand on his cock and, infinitely more importantly, Captain Drautos’s cock in his mouth, hand buried painfully in his hair.

When Captain Drautos came, Noctis at least remembered the rule not to swallow, holding his mouth open with his tongue out in a vaguely conflicting haze of humiliation and relief that he hadn’t earned punishment for this, at least.

Instead of telling him he could swallow, Captain Drautos ran a finger down Noctis’s cheek and then crouched over him. “You close?” he asked, and Noctis shook his head ‘no’.

Captain Drautos grunted, dropped down so he was seated, and leaned back.

“Well? I don’t think you want to sit there with my come in your mouth all day.”

Noctis blinked, trying to figure out what that meant Captain Drautos wanted, and then he shut his eyes and shifted his grip.

Captain Drautos laughed a little, under his breath but somehow it overwhelmed Noctis’s entire being in a way the merriment from the party below never could.

“There you go,” Captain Drautos said as Noctis jerked himself off. “That’s a good little slut. Do you want me to let you come?”

Noctis nodded frantically, and Captain Drautos laughed. After a few minutes, during which Noctis felt the heat crawling through his muscles and sinew, that craving for completion that he’d grown warier and warier of over the last week.

Captain Drautos’s hand closed over his own and Noctis stilled, panting.

“My turn,” he said, and Noctis shivered and let Captain Drautos take over, shutting his eyes and leaning into the sensation of another person’s hand on his cock. He liked it this way, liked letting Captain Drautos be fully in control, liked the way he didn’t have to think.

“If you want it that badly,” Captain Drautos said, sounding entirely unruffled while everything in Noctis seemed likely to spontaneously combust at every moment. He was holding his breath from the effort of holding back his orgasm, and he was torn between the conflicting desires to thrust into Captain Drautos’s grip or try to pull away, neither of which would be allowed. “I suppose you can come.”

He stroked Noctis one more time and Noctis let go.

His hips stuttered and he blinked open his eyes, feeling numb and confused, and Captain Drautos was already wiping his hands on an embroidered handkerchief that had to have come from Noctis’s pocket.

Noctis’s cock ached; worse than if he hadn’t come at all, and he sat there on his knees, blinking up at Drautos in confusion.

Drautos laughed. “Look at you, Your Highness. Pathetic and needy-- you’d think the royal heir would have a bit more dignity, but no. You like the taste of come so much you don’t even swallow once the game’s over.”

Hastily, Noctis shut his mouth and then tried to lick his lips, but his mouth felt stiff and dry and the reminder had him tasting it all over again, bitter and masculine, and he could barely manage to swallow it all down. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and Drautos laughed again.

“If you liked that so much, I could always send up the rest of the Glaive to take care of you. It must be hard, hiding what a dirty little slut you are underneath that princely costume.” He sniffed and bent to grope Noctis’s too-sensitive cock roughly one last time before drawing away. “You didn’t even take off those ridiculous pants, you were that desperate for it. You’d like it, wouldn’t you, having every one of my men here to fill you up like you need. Did you at least enjoy it?”

The thing was, Noctis hadn’t, and he was pretty sure Drautos knew it, the way he smirked and didn’t remark when Noctis failed to reply. Drautos dropped the handkerchief right in front of Noctis’s left knee and squeezed his shoulder, chuckling again when Noct leaned desperately into the touch, feeling raw and scraped empty and like the only thing in all of Eos that could hold him together was Drautos’s hand on him.

“I hope you did, because you’re not coming again for another week. Pull yourself together, Prince Noctis. Your father will miss you soon.”

Noctis tried, but he felt strangely disconnected from his body, and while he could get himself wiped clean with the handkerchief (and there was barely any mess where he’d come, which probably explained why he was still aching for something) and tucked back into the elaborate formal costume, he couldn’t figure out a way to get it fastened back closed.

Ignis would have a solution, but Ignis would also have questions and a lecture-- which reminded him of his crown, and he lurched for it with a cry of dismay and picked it up carefully.

It had warped slightly where it hit the floor, all flat on one part and bent slightly wrong in another spot, and he was pretty sure that the damage would be obvious.

“I think I heard him over here,” Noctis heard from the other side of the drape that blocked the balcony from the upper hallway, just moments before Gladio peeked around it, and then dropped to his knees and crawled over next to him.

Noctis looked between him and the height of the balcony railing and wondered, suddenly, how visible Drautos had been while they’d been-- earlier.

Panic started to grip Noctis, and he wasn’t sure why it was spiraling so completely out of control: a rational part of him was trying to point out that the worst Gladio would do was offer a few extra thumps in weapons training tomorrow for making him cover for Noct with the king. Again.

The rest of him flinched when Gladio reached for the crown and Gladio didn’t miss that.

“C’mon Noct,” he said. “It’s me.” His shoulder bumped Noctis’s very slightly, and Noctis scowled at him.

“I know. I didn’t say you could touch the royal coronet,” Noctis said, trying to cloak himself in some semblance of normalcy even though he felt like he was flying apart, weightless.

“Yeah?” Gladio said, taking it from him anyway. Noctis almost huffed, remembered he wasn’t supposed to make a noise, then remembered Gladio hadn’t set that rule, and by then it was too late, and Gladio was staring at him with something that might have been concern on his face.

Ignis came in next, and he had a leather satchel in his hands, which turned out to contain a bottle of water, a health potion, and most of a sewing kit in addition to a small knife and a replica of Noctis’s signet ring.

Ignis’s emergency kit was different every time Noctis got to look inside it, but it also always had at least two right guesses in it, so he decided not to question the ring.

He passed the potion to Gladio, who opened it and pushed the mouth of it to Noctis’s lips.

Noctis jerked his head away. “I’m fine,” he snapped.

“You’ve got a bruise coming up on your face,” Ignis said, “Whatever scuffle you lost, you definitely look the worse for it.”

“It wasn’t a scuffle,” Gladio said darkly. Noctis snatched the potion from him, hoping he’d shut up, except for how he knew he wouldn’t.

It was like Drautos always said. He might be the prince, but everyone around him had to give the orders or he couldn’t function.

“It was Drautos,” Gladio said.

“This again?” Ignis asked, sighing. “Drink the water, too. I know you won’t remember to be moderate with the champagne, and I’m not going to deal with your hangover.”

He would, Noctis knew.

“I don’t suppose you have a new crown in there,” Gladio asked, and before Ignis had finished making his noise of dismay, he’d passed it over to him and Noctis had to bury his face in his hands or they’d both be seeing way too much of his reaction on his face. Why couldn’t he get control? Sex shouldn’t make him want to claw off his own skin afterwards, but half the time with Drautos it did.

He wondered if that might not be the trade off for that soft, fuzzy feeling of complete peace he got during, wondered if the trade off was worth it.

“Give me some pins,” Gladio ordered, and Ignis’s reaction when he started fixing Noctis’s pants made him want to sink into the floor.

“Who were you meeting?” Ignis demanded, even as he focused on gently fixing the filigree of the crown. Noctis shook his head.

“I told you it was Drautos.”

“Captain Drautos is a member of the Kingsglaive,” Ignis said primly. “He is far too familiar with his responsibility to--”

“What, you think he isn’t gonna bone the royal heir if he’s given half a chance? The guy wants to be in someone’s pocket, and the king’s too experienced for it.”

He pulled away from Noctis’s crotch and Noctis only had half a second to be relieved before Gladio was hugging him against his side and rocking slightly.

Gladio ran his fingers gently through Noctis’s hair and rearranged them so Noct could bury his face against his armor. “Relax, Your Highness,” he said. “I’ve got you.”

He struggled with that, wanting to let go and be weightless here where he knew literally nothing could touch him, but not wanting Gladio to think he was weak or useless, and eventually a thought intruded and he pulled together enough coherence to say, “He didn’t rape me,” in a small voice.

“And that’s why he’s still alive and in one piece,” Gladio assured him. “Take a nap if you have to-- Specs needs the time to make sure you’re presentable anyway.”

Noctis had always been susceptible to napping, and having permission, along with Gladio holding him tightly and pressing long, firm strokes down his spine, had him stumbling into sleep much faster than he’d like to admit.

OP here!

Owwww my heart! That hurt in all the right ways. Thank you so much, especially for the Ignis and Gladio moment at the end. And the look in Noctis' head was so spot on.

What a fill!

Aww, thank you! I wasn't sure if it had worked out after all and debating leaving off the ending, so I'm glad it wasn't too sappy for you.

I loved writing this so I'm glad you liked it! I had to stop myself from writing like 20k words that ended with Gladio stringing Drautos up by his own innards and changing the entire course of Kingsglaive and the game. (Not that that would be a bad thing, I just haven't completed anything in 3 months and I wanted to Finish Something, not give myself a new project to agonize over.)

Anyway, Like I said, I'm glad you enjoyed it! Thank you! :D

not op but I would love to read a continuation of this! I really loved the hot sex and then the tenderness with gladio and ignis ;;

Oh fuck yes! I've. Wen waiting for some good Drautos/Noct fuckery since round 1. >D

Thank you! I did not know I wanted it until this prompt but now I want MORE!!

I really liked it. I could see Noctis doing this in some alternate NC-17 rated version of the game. Felt really bad for him too.

Thank you! I'm glad you liked it. :D

It wasn't the first time Gladio found Noct after his time alone with Drautos, huh?

That was such great fill, OP. I'm trash with too big weakness for DrautosxNoct.

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