There was no way he could keep his hands off him. He thumbed Ignis' hole. Ignis twitched at the touch, muscles shifting in his back.
“Now that's a view.”
Noct pushed at his arm. “So move your behemoth ass out of the way so we can all see it.”
“Maybe if you did those drills you were supposed to practise you could move me outta the way, your future majesty.”
“Come on, guys--” Prompt began..
“Butt out, Prompto. I wanna know why our princelet here things he can order me around in here cause I don't remember agreeing to that.”
Ignis pushed himself off the desk. “Can't you all stop squabbling and concentrate on the task at hand for once?”
“He--!” Noct tried.
“I don't want to hear it. I asked for a couple of hours for myself and if you are incapable of granting me even that, then you can both wait outside while I continue with Prompto.”
Prompto startled, looking kinda like a meerkat in a crosshair. Noct play-kicked him in the ankle. “Fucking teacher's pet,” he muttered.
“Noct,” Ignis said, sternly.
“Tell Gladio to back off!”
“You will all get your time with me and the both of you are being quite overbearing. In fact, both of you can sit back down. On your hands. No. No more talking. I'm quite serious about sending you outside.”
“You're pretty fucking authoritarian for a guy with his dick out,” Gladio said.
Ignis didn't grace that with a reply, just pointed to the flimsy fucking desk Gladio had only just escaped. But he believed Ignis was dead serious, so he parked his ass down in it again. Noctis glared at him and dragged his feet but he sat down too.
“Very good,” Ignis said. “Prompto, shall we continue?”
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FILL Ignis/OT4, student-on-teacher rape roleplay 6/?
Date: 2018-01-07 02:48 am (UTC)“Now that's a view.”
Noct pushed at his arm. “So move your behemoth ass out of the way so we can all see it.”
“Maybe if you did those drills you were supposed to practise you could move me outta the way, your future majesty.”
“Come on, guys--” Prompt began..
“Butt out, Prompto. I wanna know why our princelet here things he can order me around in here cause I don't remember agreeing to that.”
Ignis pushed himself off the desk. “Can't you all stop squabbling and concentrate on the task at hand for once?”
“He--!” Noct tried.
“I don't want to hear it. I asked for a couple of hours for myself and if you are incapable of granting me even that, then you can both wait outside while I continue with Prompto.”
Prompto startled, looking kinda like a meerkat in a crosshair. Noct play-kicked him in the ankle. “Fucking teacher's pet,” he muttered.
“Noct,” Ignis said, sternly.
“Tell Gladio to back off!”
“You will all get your time with me and the both of you are being quite overbearing. In fact, both of you can sit back down. On your hands. No. No more talking. I'm quite serious about sending you outside.”
“You're pretty fucking authoritarian for a guy with his dick out,” Gladio said.
Ignis didn't grace that with a reply, just pointed to the flimsy fucking desk Gladio had only just escaped. But he believed Ignis was dead serious, so he parked his ass down in it again. Noctis glared at him and dragged his feet but he sat down too.
“Very good,” Ignis said. “Prompto, shall we continue?”