Prompto lifted Ignis' chin with his fingers. “Blushy. And intense.”
“Stubborn's what he is.” Gladio patted one shiny, bright red cheek. “I know you wanna moan, professor.” He teased Ignis' hole with the pad of his thumb and Ignis parted his legs instinctively. “Admit it.”
“You'll get no such satisfaction from me.”
Tough talk. And Ignis had the high pain threshold to back it up. But whatever. He had other weaknesses. As if he was reading his mind, Noct tossed him one of the tubes of lube they'd all been instructed it to keep in their pockets. Gladio laid the ruler on the desk beside Ignis' head. Ignis may have been stonily silent when he was getting his ass beat but he cracked the moment Gladio crooked one lubed-up finger inside him.
He shuddered and moaned, pressing back to drive the finger deeper inside himself.
“Now he looks like he's having a great time,” Prompto said.
Gladio jerked his finger out. “That's all you get, professor. Unless you make some noise.”
“It will take more than your paltry fingers to break me.”
“I know how to motivate him,” Noct said. He took his lube back from Gladio and coated one hand. “Don't trap my hand.” He wedged it between Ignis and the desk, Ignis scooting back a little to make room for him. Gladio couldn't see it too well but Ignis' hitched breath told him Noct had ahold of his cock. “Rock hard. I knew he liked it. You'd better not come on me, professor.” He nodded at Gladio. “You know what to do.”
Gladio snatched the ruler eagerly. He rapped Ignis with it as hard as he could, the impact visibly reverberating through what little body fat Ignis had. Ignis' thighs trembled with the effort of not slamming forward where he might trap Noct's hand but moved him enough that his cock slid through Noct's slippery closed fist.
“Eight,” was all he said, although lavoured this time.
Gladio dealt another blow. This one so hard that the edge of the ruler bit into Ignis' skin, drawing spots of blood. Gladio followed it up with another blow right after, smearing the blood down Ignis' cheeks.
“Nine! Ten!”
“React, damn it.”
“Then stop tickling me.”
Noct snorted. Oh, that did it. For the last three strikes Gladio unleashed holy hell on on Ignis' ass. They left ruler-shaped gouges in Ignis ass, drew more specks of blood, and left it a shiny beacon red. Noct had to yank his hand free because Ignis could no longer stop himself thumping forward. And still, he only counted.
“Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. I believe that was it?”
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FILL Ignis/OT4, student-on-teacher rape roleplay 9/?
Date: 2018-01-24 01:34 am (UTC)“Stubborn's what he is.” Gladio patted one shiny, bright red cheek. “I know you wanna moan, professor.” He teased Ignis' hole with the pad of his thumb and Ignis parted his legs instinctively. “Admit it.”
“You'll get no such satisfaction from me.”
Tough talk. And Ignis had the high pain threshold to back it up. But whatever. He had other weaknesses. As if he was reading his mind, Noct tossed him one of the tubes of lube they'd all been instructed it to keep in their pockets. Gladio laid the ruler on the desk beside Ignis' head. Ignis may have been stonily silent when he was getting his ass beat but he cracked the moment Gladio crooked one lubed-up finger inside him.
He shuddered and moaned, pressing back to drive the finger deeper inside himself.
“Now he looks like he's having a great time,” Prompto said.
Gladio jerked his finger out. “That's all you get, professor. Unless you make some noise.”
“It will take more than your paltry fingers to break me.”
“I know how to motivate him,” Noct said. He took his lube back from Gladio and coated one hand. “Don't trap my hand.” He wedged it between Ignis and the desk, Ignis scooting back a little to make room for him. Gladio couldn't see it too well but Ignis' hitched breath told him Noct had ahold of his cock. “Rock hard. I knew he liked it. You'd better not come on me, professor.” He nodded at Gladio. “You know what to do.”
Gladio snatched the ruler eagerly. He rapped Ignis with it as hard as he could, the impact visibly reverberating through what little body fat Ignis had. Ignis' thighs trembled with the effort of not slamming forward where he might trap Noct's hand but moved him enough that his cock slid through Noct's slippery closed fist.
“Eight,” was all he said, although lavoured this time.
Gladio dealt another blow. This one so hard that the edge of the ruler bit into Ignis' skin, drawing spots of blood. Gladio followed it up with another blow right after, smearing the blood down Ignis' cheeks.
“Nine! Ten!”
“React, damn it.”
“Then stop tickling me.”
Noct snorted. Oh, that did it. For the last three strikes Gladio unleashed holy hell on on Ignis' ass. They left ruler-shaped gouges in Ignis ass, drew more specks of blood, and left it a shiny beacon red. Noct had to yank his hand free because Ignis could no longer stop himself thumping forward. And still, he only counted.
“Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. I believe that was it?”