“Yeah.” Gladio grabbed the lapel and yanked it down Ignis' shoulder. The material tore, revealing the white dress shirt underneath. “We wanna see you bareass.” Ignis wrenched away from him, only to have Noct snatch at his belt.
The thing about the way Ignis dressed was that it was ostensibly modest. Not even the barest hint of skin. His gloves even hid the back of his hands. But all that covering up just encouraged fantasising about what was underneath all those layers and pressed seams. And the cut of Ignis' clothes drew attention to stuff he'd probably be mortified to realise. His broad shoulders. His thighs. The swell of his ass.
So just the sliver of his skin between his waistband and his stomach when Prompto tried to yank his shirt over his head was enough to make Gladio rock hard. Noct was trying to wrestle Ignis' belt open. And the two of them were way too slow.
“Move!” Gladio barked, and wrestled Ignis to the ground. He tore the shirt open, leaving Ignis flushed and blinking at him, chest exposed. The pants next. The resistance was mostly token, Ignis struggling against his weight. Ignis could move like an eel when he wanted to. Could easily get out of one of Gladio's grapples when he was trying. But there was a little bit that wasn't token. Instinctual panic he was trying to tamp down on.
Ignis covered up head to toe because he didn't like drawing attention to his appearance, crazy as that seemed to Gladio. And some of this might edge from the fun, sexy kind of humiliation Ignis was after into real embarrassment which Gladio didn't want. And not only because he hadn't got to nut in two weeks.
Gladio palmed Ignis' cock through his tight, black boxer briefs until the suggestion of panic went away. “I'm gonna rip these off.” He pressed down with the heel of his hand, giving Ignis a chance to safeword if he needed to.
Instead he squirmed, alternately pushing into Gladio's hand and trying to wriggle out from under it. “Are you really so desperate you have to resort to this?”
Yeah, he was fine. “You two. Hold him down.”
Noct stood on Ignis' chest, pressing the sole of his boot into Ignis' pec. Ignis gasped at the pressure, squirming again, jerking his hips so his cock pressed against Gladio's palm. Prompto pinned Ignis' arms up over his head, the muscles in his own arms bulging and flexing with the effort of resisting Ignis' own strength. “Sounds like you're enjoying yourself, sir.”
“Un-unhand me. Stop this now and we'll say no more about it.”
Gladio stopped giving Ignis the pressure he liked so much. He caressed Ignis' bulge, all teasing feather-light touches of the pads of his fingers. Ignis' thighs shook from the effort of not moving. Gladio cupped him once, then ripped the briefs open like wrapping paper. He peeled off the last few clinging strands. Ignis kicked him in the chest. Putting way less force into it than he was capable of. Once Gladio had Ignis' bootprint on his chest for a whole week.
He ate up the sight of Ignis' naked body. All that compact, lean muscle and the fair almost iridescent hairs on his thighs and crotch. Ignis was built like a champion gymnast and only Gladio and those two ever got to see it. “You're so fucking hot, sir.”
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FILL Ignis/OT4, student-on-teacher rape roleplay 4/?
Date: 2018-01-07 02:46 am (UTC)The thing about the way Ignis dressed was that it was ostensibly modest. Not even the barest hint of skin. His gloves even hid the back of his hands. But all that covering up just encouraged fantasising about what was underneath all those layers and pressed seams. And the cut of Ignis' clothes drew attention to stuff he'd probably be mortified to realise. His broad shoulders. His thighs. The swell of his ass.
So just the sliver of his skin between his waistband and his stomach when Prompto tried to yank his shirt over his head was enough to make Gladio rock hard. Noct was trying to wrestle Ignis' belt open. And the two of them were way too slow.
“Move!” Gladio barked, and wrestled Ignis to the ground. He tore the shirt open, leaving Ignis flushed and blinking at him, chest exposed. The pants next. The resistance was mostly token, Ignis struggling against his weight. Ignis could move like an eel when he wanted to. Could easily get out of one of Gladio's grapples when he was trying. But there was a little bit that wasn't token. Instinctual panic he was trying to tamp down on.
Ignis covered up head to toe because he didn't like drawing attention to his appearance, crazy as that seemed to Gladio. And some of this might edge from the fun, sexy kind of humiliation Ignis was after into real embarrassment which Gladio didn't want. And not only because he hadn't got to nut in two weeks.
Gladio palmed Ignis' cock through his tight, black boxer briefs until the suggestion of panic went away. “I'm gonna rip these off.” He pressed down with the heel of his hand, giving Ignis a chance to safeword if he needed to.
Instead he squirmed, alternately pushing into Gladio's hand and trying to wriggle out from under it. “Are you really so desperate you have to resort to this?”
Yeah, he was fine. “You two. Hold him down.”
Noct stood on Ignis' chest, pressing the sole of his boot into Ignis' pec. Ignis gasped at the pressure, squirming again, jerking his hips so his cock pressed against Gladio's palm. Prompto pinned Ignis' arms up over his head, the muscles in his own arms bulging and flexing with the effort of resisting Ignis' own strength. “Sounds like you're enjoying yourself, sir.”
“Un-unhand me. Stop this now and we'll say no more about it.”
Gladio stopped giving Ignis the pressure he liked so much. He caressed Ignis' bulge, all teasing feather-light touches of the pads of his fingers. Ignis' thighs shook from the effort of not moving. Gladio cupped him once, then ripped the briefs open like wrapping paper. He peeled off the last few clinging strands. Ignis kicked him in the chest. Putting way less force into it than he was capable of. Once Gladio had Ignis' bootprint on his chest for a whole week.
He ate up the sight of Ignis' naked body. All that compact, lean muscle and the fair almost iridescent hairs on his thighs and crotch. Ignis was built like a champion gymnast and only Gladio and those two ever got to see it. “You're so fucking hot, sir.”