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Prompt, write, draw, comment, and most importantly have fun!
(You can also check out our Pinboard for Filled or Unfilled prompts)
UPDATE 3/2/2017: Per the Rules thread: Do not hijack prompts. If someone posts a prompt for one pairing, don't comment to say "I want to see this for [other kink]" - post your own prompt for the other kink). To that end, if you are unclear on a prompter's kinks/DNWs, please feel free to ask about them. If you ask about kinks/DNWs or to clarify a prompt, you are in no way obligated to fill it.
Additionally: Do not repost prompts from the previous round in their entirety. By this we mean copying and pasting prompts without any changes. If you see a similar prompt to a prior prompt, that is not a repost. Obviously prompts that are reposted per the above rule do not count either. (After all, they will be similar but not the same.)
ROUND TWO IS NOW CLOSED FOR PROMPTS!
Go ahead and keep on filling away, we will open up round three for prompts at 0000 EST, Saturday April 22, 2017.
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.”
Re: Fill: Creme Brûlée 3/?? Regis/Prompto - Throne Room
Date: 2017-03-09 01:13 am (UTC)Re: Fill: Creme Brûlée 4/4 Regis/Prompto - Throne Room
Date: 2017-03-09 04:48 am (UTC)It couldn’t have been long until Prompto could no longer contain himself, bouncing harder and faster on Regis’s fingers until he felt Regis reach down and pull at the base of his cock, slowly withdrawing his fingers. He didn’t want to whine (because it was the least manly thing he could have possibly done) but Prompto couldn’t hide the sound of disappointment as the King removed all stimulation.
“Just one moment, Prompto,” Regis whispered against his ear, sending him shuddering against the man. He wanted more—fuck, he /needed/ more.
Prompto felt fingers gently tap his leg and it was difficult for Prompto to pick up his leg enough for Regis to wiggle his pants down. He could see in the magic fire how big Regis was, the black hair speckled with hints of gray. He wondered for just one brief moment if Regis had ever felt self-conscious about his own body.
Yet, there was nothing to be self-conscious about, Prompto realized as he ripped away at the black button-down shirt. He heard two buttons pop right off, clattering down to the stone below. There should have been some kind of shame or embarrassment, but Prompto couldn’t even muster the will to pretend to be disappointed. He was sure that the shirt was expensive, but Regis was the King. He could have as many suits as he wanted.
“Regis, /please/,” Prompto begged, jerking himself forward. He could almost feel himself tipping over between the edge of sanity and insanity. He had never wanted or needed something so much in his life. He needed Regis inside of him, filling him. Somewhere inside, Prompto was sure he should have been embarrassed by how godsdamned needy he sounded, but in that moment he couldn’t care.
Regis didn’t tease him, instead slowly grabbing his waist with one hand and allowed the blond to slowly lower himself down on his cock.
It was more than what Prompto had ever experienced and he found himself gritting his teeth as he slowly took the other man inside of him. His own dick lagged a bit, and Prompto was happy for that. At least it gave him a moment to adjust, instead of spoiling the entire night because he was inexperienced.
“Am I hurting you?”
Prompto shook his head, knowing that he was lying and that Regis could tell it from his face. “Just… gimme a sec,” he admitted.
Regis stilled himself and brushed some of the stray hair from Prompto’s eyes. He was happy to see that Regis didn’t look angry, instead only mildly worried. He hoped the man knew not to offer to end it there, and was happy when the only thing Regis did was softly pet his hair. Time was able to help him adjust, and without too much pain He lightly bounced himself on the man’s cock.
It felt…. Weird. It wasn’t good, it wasn’t bad. It was just strange, like being filled up to the brim. He had read online that the first time sometimes was hard (heh) because the bottom wasn’t sure what to expect. And yeah, he could definitely empathize with that. But under the current of weirdness there was something innate and mesmerizing, and Prompto was pretty sure at least half of it came from the little sounds Regis was making.
Prompto tightened his thighs and grabbed hold of the throne’s armrest, using it to pull himself up. A rhythm came to mind and Prompto closed his eyes, allowing his body to fall back and then pick itself up. He kept it shallow at first until his body seemed to adjust, urged on by the soft whisper of his name and his pet name against the curve of his neck.
His own flagging dick jolted when Regis pressed up his hips and Prompto couldn’t help but roll his eyes into the back of his head when he picked up the pace. Unsure of how the man would feel about crying out, Prompto bit down on his lip.
Regis leaned forward, thrusting a little deeper. “Dear heart, let me hear you.”
Prompto tried not to dig his fingers into the armrest but at sound of Regis’s soft, commanding voice drove him half-mad. He let go of the arm rest and threw one hand around the man’s back and braced the other against the red velvet of his headrest. Focusing on the feeling of the King thrusting inside of him, of their bodies meeting, of the delicious sounds of their thrusts, Prompto let his mouth fall open. He let himself moan, loud and higher than he was comfortable with.
“/Yes/,” Regis moaned against Prompto’s chest, and he could feel his ears turning red at the King’s tone. “You sound so lovely.”
He couldn’t hold back the next moan as Regis placed his mouth against Prompto’s nipple, gently nipping at the delicate flesh. He was thankful for the other hand braced against his hip, otherwise he would have fallen backward and right off the throne.
They picked up their pace, the rocking and the feeling of something inside of Prompto building. The deeper, stronger thrusts were so much bette. When Regis managed to nearly pull himself out and Prompto sat down, he felt the tip nudge against his prostate. The sound he made was unholy.
Nails dug into RegIs’s soft black jacket and Prompto couldn’t apologize for it. It felt too good, it felt like the magic from before was crackling and rippling through the air. Powerless, hopeless, defenseless.
Regis slid his hand between them, grabbing hold of Prompto’s cock. It didn’t take much for Prompto to feel the familiar pull and he allowed himself to speed up. He raked his nails down the velvet headrest and twined his hand at the hairs at the base of Regis’s neck.
Prompto came with a jolt, feeling Regis inside of him thrust in deeper, harder, faster. The feeling of the King coming inside of him just made his orgasm more intense, and he had to bury his nose against Regis’s jacket to not scream.
There was something about that scent, about the powerful wood and the lightning, and it was only in the haze of sex and passion that he realized that it was the scent of the King’s magic. It reminded him of untamed nature and beauty outside of the walls.
Prompto turned his head and accepted Regis’s kiss. He allowed his hands to loosen their grip from his jacket and hair, letting them instead run through the salt and pepper waves.
Regis’s kiss was gentle, exploring, imploring.
“Oh, wow,” Prompto finally managed when they broke their kiss. “That… that was…”
“Yes,” Regis replied, “I believe the word ‘wow’ may be appropriate in this situation.”
Prompto let out a breathy laugh and slowly, gently, pulled his body up. He realized only too late that when Regis slid out of him, so did his come. It splattered across the front of Regis’s pants. “Shit, I’m so—I didn’t mean to do tha—”
Regis lifted his finger back to Prompto’s mouth. “It’s only clothes, Prompto. They can be washed.”
For a moment Prompto thought about fighting the man, but it was true… except for his shirt. Someone would have to sew the buttons back on later.
Regis cupped his chin again, running his thumb over Prompto’s lips. “Did you enjoy yourself, dear heart?”
The nickname made Prompto’s stomach flutter. “Ye—yeah.” Prompto opened his mouth just a little and pulled in the King’s finger. He let his tongue softly press against his thumb before pulling back. “I liked that a lot.”
Regis leaned forward and kissed his temple. “Then would you care to join me in my private rooms? I think you may be more comfortable surrounded by silk sheets.”
Prompto shuddered. “Hell yea—uh, yeah. I’d like that, Regis.”
It was the first time of many times. Prompto loved waking in the man’s bed, surrounded by that smell of freedom and magic. And at night when the rest of the Citadel slept, Regis would shower Prompto with all the desserts his heart desired. Soufflé, crepes, tarts, boats of ice cream piled high with whipped cream and chocolate sauce that was thick and heady—whatever Prompto wanted.
But after, when he curled up next to Regis, letting the man’s beard rub against his cheek in sleep, he couldn’t deny that this was the sweetest thing he had ever tasted.
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I am a fucking sap. Sorry, OP! I hope you enjoyed it. I'm gunna go ahead and put this on my AO3. I'll share the link and the edited version there. (sorry for some of the weird spelling errors. I noticed them only after I hit post...)
Re: Fill: Creme Brûlée 4/4 Regis/Prompto - Throne Room
Date: 2017-03-09 05:52 am (UTC)Re: Fill: Creme Brûlée 4/4 Regis/Prompto - Throne Room
Date: 2017-03-09 05:24 pm (UTC)Re: Fill: Creme Brûlée 4/4 Regis/Prompto - Throne Room
Date: 2017-03-09 05:33 pm (UTC)