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 Welcome to Round Two of the FFXV Kink Meme!

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Re: Fill: 4/7 Chocobros/Prompto; Prompto can't come for a week

[(Anonymous)]

Day 5

If Prompto's learned anything about Ignis from this road trip, it's three things.

One, that Ignis is amazingly, utterly put-together, even at four o'clock in the morning when he's awakened by some minor crisis. Two, that he's genius level at pretty much everything – like, seriously, he should be in the Lucian Book of Records for car-packing skills alone.

And three? Three is that he is an absolute godsdamned sadist.
The hell of it is, this last one comes as a revelation, five days in. He's never even hinted until now.

Prompto's used to Ignis' calm voice and patient words. He's used to Ignis' stern lectures about appropriate behavior.

He is not used to Ignis bending him over a rock outcropping at the haven when they're done packing away their camping gear. He's not used to Ignis using a quarter of a container of lube and making sure Prompto can take three fingers, easy, until he's squirming for more. He's not used to Ignis sliding a Six-only-know-where-he-bought-it sex toy up inside of him, until the widest part is settled, flared base and narrow neck combining to make a fit that means it's not going anywhere anytime soon.

And all of that? All of that would have been fine. He gets down on his knees, there on the scrub grass and dirt, and sucks Iggy off, a hand each on Gladio and Noct, until they're all finished, and Prompto needs a towel to clean himself off. Business as usual, these past few days.

No, what qualifies Ignis as a genuine, card-carrying sadist is the fact that, when they're done, he brushes himself off as though he's engaged in nothing more strenuous than a morning stroll. He says, "Make yourself presentable, Prompto. It's time to be on our way."

"Uh," says Prompto. "Little help here?"

He can get the toy out on his own, sure, but it'll be faster with Iggy to lend a hand. But Ignis only fixes him with an inscrutable look and says, "I should hope you can manage a zipper by yourself."

Prompto stares at him. Ignis stares back, level and unfazed.

Noct and Gladio share a grin that's anticipatory and kind of wondering.

"You've got to be kidding me," Prompto says.

But Ignis isn't kidding him.

An hour later, Prompto's in the Regalia's front seat, acutely aware of the toy still inside of him. Not every angle makes contact against his prostrate – he'd have come all over himself if it did, bet or no bet – but when he shifts just right and grinds into it, he can get the edges to brush where he wants it to be.

Every tiny imperfection in the road jars the thing. He can feel each bump in excruciating detail, and he's gone from zero interest in civic planning to silently loathing the poor road upkeep in the Lucian countryside. Prompto braces for every pothole, trying to anticipate the worst of it. When he sees one coming, he can scoot forward, so that his own weight doesn't press the toy further in.

Even as he scans the road, he spots another one.

Prompto shifts in his seat again, trying to find a position that's not torturous pleasure – inadvertently rocks when the car does, biting at his lower lip. He wants to reach down to adjust himself through his jeans, but Ignis has already told him in no uncertain terms that this is a hands off sort of event.

Now, with a tone that brooks absolutely no argument, the advisor says, "Kindly stop squirming, Prompto."

"Yeah," Prompto says, swallowing thickly. "Sorry."

And he even manages to keep it up when gravel on the road makes for a very interesting vibration indeed.

For all of about five seconds, until he tightens his thighs and lifts up off the seat slightly, to try and catch a bit of a break.

"Gladiolus," says Ignis, tone curt and displeased. "Would you assist Prompto with his seatbelt? He seems unable to stay where he's put."

Prompto's just taking those words in when big hands reach up from behind him. They settle the chest belt snug against him – set the lap belt directly across the straining bulge in the denim of his jeans. Those hands linger longer than they need to, getting the belt fastened – palm him through the fabric.

Prompto groans and lets his head fall back against the seat. "Be good, now," Gladio advises, Bedroom Voice™ like an elixir of pure, distilled sex.

"Yeah," Noct chips in, from where he's lounging in the back, taking it all in with half-lidded eyes. "You don't want to cross Specs."

"Indeed," Ignis says. "I expect you to be an absolute role model of proper behavior. That means still, and patient. Am I understood?"

Distantly, Prompto is aware of the sound of the Regalia's blinker. Distantly, he's aware that he should be worried by that.

"Yeah," he manages. "Won't move a muscle. Got it."

"Excellent," says Ignis – and pulls out onto a dirt road that stretches for miles.