Wow, those two couldn't handle sexual frustration. Anyone else would've been happy just to be invited but Noct and Gladio couldn't give it a rest for one day. Prompto would've hung around in the background, helping out where he could, but now Ignis was waiting for him to-- To... Well, do something.
“I want-- I want your mouth, professor,” he said. Too tremulous. He should try and talk like he ate gravel for breakfast. Like Gladio.
“My mouth?” Ignis cast around and set his sights on the clothes Gladio had torn off him. “You won't be getting anything from me, young man.”
Oh, right. They were still doing this. Ignis strolled past him while he was floundering – he heard Gladio huff impatiently – and stooped down to retrieve them. Prompto woke himself up and stamped down on them.
“No!”
“Mr. Argentum, this is most--”
Prompto slapped him square across the face. So hard he almost dislodged his glasses. A bright red handprint bloomed across Ignis' cheek. Oh. Crap. He had panicked. Ignis had said he wanted be roughed up but was that allowed? Ignis flushed as the print faded but not – huh – not from anger. His cock had hardened. He was still half-crouched from trying to grab his clothes and he tilted his face up. Those eyes.
“I told you,” Prompto said, voice stronger this time. “I want your mouth.”
He grabbed a clump of Ignis hair and mashed his face into his crotch. Ignis mouthed the outline of his cock through his pants, hot air and moisture, and Prompto had to stuff the heel of his hand into his own mouth to hold back a high, needy cry.
“Take-take it out,” he said, the words running together. He wanted that mouth on his bare skin right fucking now.
“I won't help you debase me.”
Man, Prompto's head was already spinning. But if Ignis wanted him to be mean he could be mean. Kinda. He grabbed Ignis' throat and pressed on his windpipe with his thumb. Not hard enough to block the airway just hard enough to warn. With the other hand he took out his cock, didn't miss the way Ignis' eyes fixed on it hungrily. Wow it was weird doing this with Noct and Gladio watching but whatever it wasn't like they hadn't seen it before. And yeah, he was hard already but Ignis was naked and on his knees for him. Did he dare? Apparently he did. He slapped Ignis across the face with it, twice, leaving a smear of pre-come high on his cheekbone. Bit back his immediate instinct to apologise.
“H-how dare you,” Ignis said but he had that tell-tale flush again. His voice should be illegal, it was so hot. “Unhand me at onc–”
Prompto pinched his nose shut until his mouth gasped open. He shoved his cock inside in one long thrust that pierced all the way to the back of Ignis' throat. Ignis gripped Prompto's pants for purchase and swallowed and swallowed until Prompto was buried all the way to the base in tight, convulsing heat. He didn't need to plug Ignis' nose anymore since it was mashed against his pelvis.
Ignis head knocked against the big desk and he pulled Prompto with him. Prompto tangled his fingers in his mussed-up hair instead holding on for dear life. “Oh– Sh– Fuck– ”
How was Ignis doing that without choking? Prompto fought to get his motor control back while Ignis was blowing his mind and also him. He gripped the two tufts of Ignis' hair tighter and snapped his hips, withdrawing from Ignis' throat only to slam back into it. Ignis gagged, throat spasming around Prompto's cock.
“Fuck.”
Prompto pulled out and held the base of his cock to shoot come across Ignis face. It covered him from brow to chin and streaked over one of the lenses of his glasses. Prompto moaned, squeezing out the last few seconds of his orgasm with a couple of last pumps while he drank in every detail of Ignis' wrecked, come-stained face.
It took him a moment to come-down and tuck himself away. When he did, Noct and Gladio were at large again. Noct high-fived him and Gladio slapped him on the back.
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FILL Ignis/OT4, student-on-teacher rape roleplay 7/?
Date: 2018-01-16 11:46 am (UTC)Wow, those two couldn't handle sexual frustration. Anyone else would've been happy just to be invited but Noct and Gladio couldn't give it a rest for one day. Prompto would've hung around in the background, helping out where he could, but now Ignis was waiting for him to-- To... Well, do something.
“I want-- I want your mouth, professor,” he said. Too tremulous. He should try and talk like he ate gravel for breakfast. Like Gladio.
“My mouth?” Ignis cast around and set his sights on the clothes Gladio had torn off him. “You won't be getting anything from me, young man.”
Oh, right. They were still doing this. Ignis strolled past him while he was floundering – he heard Gladio huff impatiently – and stooped down to retrieve them. Prompto woke himself up and stamped down on them.
“No!”
“Mr. Argentum, this is most--”
Prompto slapped him square across the face. So hard he almost dislodged his glasses. A bright red handprint bloomed across Ignis' cheek. Oh. Crap. He had panicked. Ignis had said he wanted be roughed up but was that allowed? Ignis flushed as the print faded but not – huh – not from anger. His cock had hardened. He was still half-crouched from trying to grab his clothes and he tilted his face up. Those eyes.
“I told you,” Prompto said, voice stronger this time. “I want your mouth.”
He grabbed a clump of Ignis hair and mashed his face into his crotch. Ignis mouthed the outline of his cock through his pants, hot air and moisture, and Prompto had to stuff the heel of his hand into his own mouth to hold back a high, needy cry.
“Take-take it out,” he said, the words running together. He wanted that mouth on his bare skin right fucking now.
“I won't help you debase me.”
Man, Prompto's head was already spinning. But if Ignis wanted him to be mean he could be mean. Kinda. He grabbed Ignis' throat and pressed on his windpipe with his thumb. Not hard enough to block the airway just hard enough to warn. With the other hand he took out his cock, didn't miss the way Ignis' eyes fixed on it hungrily. Wow it was weird doing this with Noct and Gladio watching but whatever it wasn't like they hadn't seen it before. And yeah, he was hard already but Ignis was naked and on his knees for him. Did he dare? Apparently he did. He slapped Ignis across the face with it, twice, leaving a smear of pre-come high on his cheekbone. Bit back his immediate instinct to apologise.
“H-how dare you,” Ignis said but he had that tell-tale flush again. His voice should be illegal, it was so hot. “Unhand me at onc–”
Prompto pinched his nose shut until his mouth gasped open. He shoved his cock inside in one long thrust that pierced all the way to the back of Ignis' throat. Ignis gripped Prompto's pants for purchase and swallowed and swallowed until Prompto was buried all the way to the base in tight, convulsing heat. He didn't need to plug Ignis' nose anymore since it was mashed against his pelvis.
Ignis head knocked against the big desk and he pulled Prompto with him. Prompto tangled his fingers in his mussed-up hair instead holding on for dear life. “Oh– Sh– Fuck– ”
How was Ignis doing that without choking? Prompto fought to get his motor control back while Ignis was blowing his mind and also him. He gripped the two tufts of Ignis' hair tighter and snapped his hips, withdrawing from Ignis' throat only to slam back into it. Ignis gagged, throat spasming around Prompto's cock.
“Fuck.”
Prompto pulled out and held the base of his cock to shoot come across Ignis face. It covered him from brow to chin and streaked over one of the lenses of his glasses. Prompto moaned, squeezing out the last few seconds of his orgasm with a couple of last pumps while he drank in every detail of Ignis' wrecked, come-stained face.
It took him a moment to come-down and tuck himself away. When he did, Noct and Gladio were at large again. Noct high-fived him and Gladio slapped him on the back.
“Didn't know you had it in you.”