Prompt Post Round Six
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FILL: 4/5 Ignis/Noctis/Prompto, following Ignis to a BDSM club
Date: 2017-12-16 05:15 pm (UTC)=======================
He can’t quite meet Ignis’s eyes, but he sees Ignis smile, right before he grabs Noct in a hug - a careful hug, one arm over Noct’s shoulders, pulling him into Ignis’s side and Prompto’s back both. Noct closes his eyes and then Ignis’s hand is on the back of his neck. The heat of Prompto’s skin sinks into him all along his side, and Ignis’s grip is a promise.
“May I tie you up next to Prompto?” he asks.
Noct nods, feeling Ignis’s fingers dig into his hair as he does. Ignis doesn’t seem even slightly nervous, unless you know what to look for. To Noct, who’s known him literally forever, the way his fingers tap against his skin is enough.
“You okay, Specs?” he asks.
“Far beyond that,” Ignis says, his hand tightening on Noct’s neck. Prompto shifts against them and Noct realizes his own fingers on Prompto’s hip have gone bruisingly tight. He makes himself relax.
“C’mon, get him up here,” Prompto says, though he sounds kind of dazed. “You’re not gonna leave me out of this, right?”
“‘Course not,” Noct murmurs. Prompto smiles at him sideways as Ignis takes his wrist in one hand.
Ignis ties him up right next to Prompto, crossing Noct’s left wrist over Prompto’s right when he fastens the last cuff. Prompto leans his head on the railing in front of him and watches, grinning, the whole time.
Noct pulls at the cuffs, when Ignis is done. He knows he could get loose, if he really wanted, and he doesn’t think the bondage is doing much for him - until Ignis puts his hands on Noct’s hips, and Noct can’t lean back into him or bring his hands down to touch him. He tries to move, but there’s only the soft bite of the cuffs and a tingle down his spine.
“I’ll take some time to warm you up,” Ignis says in his ear. “You’ll be better able to stand the strikes afterwards.”
Noct says, “Yeah, okay. You’re the boss.”
Ignis laughs. Impossibly, he’s closer, his breath stirring strands of Noct’s hair this time.
“Let me know when it’s too much,” he says.
Noct groans and nods. Ignis… Ignis kisses the side of Noct’s neck before he steps away. Noct’s sure he felt it. He’s not at all sure what he should do about it. But he can’t really do anything, tied up like he is. The place where Ignis’s lips pressed against his skin feels warmer than it should be.
Ignis warms him up just as promised, with small, quick flicks of the whip that sting but don’t hurt, scattered all over Noct’s shoulders and down his back and the tops of his thighs. The tension in Noct’s muscles loosens up quickly as Ignis works his way across his bare skin. Noct can’t turn his head far enough to see Ignis, but he keeps glancing over to his left. Prompto watches him intently, and every few strikes, when Noct realizes he’s not breathing and sucks in air, he licks his lips and his hands twitch around the cuffs.
“Jealous?” Noct asks, between strikes.
Prompto waits for another flurry of light blows to fall before he says, “Yeah, kinda.” And licks his lips again.
Noct feels warm all over, like all the blood in his body has rushed to his skin. Maybe that’s the point, it’s not like Noct knows anything about this stuff. He leans into the railings in front of him and breathes deep.
“One real strike each,” Ignis warns. “Stay relaxed.”
The whip snaps out, and Noct feels the strike and hears the crack at the same time, a white-hot spark on his shoulder that fades into a warm, throbbing pain that somehow curls through his body and turns itself into arousal. It’s good, fuck it’s good, and it’s like nothing he’s ever felt before. Pain he’s used to; pain he wants is something else.
Ignis’s voice comes slow and distant to Noct’s ears. “I believe you can each handle ten strokes, can’t you?”
Noct nods right away. Beside him, Prompto whispers something that might be a yes.
“Remember to breathe,” Ignis warns, and then he begins.
The whip cracks, and Noct has just enough time to hear Prompto gasp in a breath before it slaps into his back again, once, twice, again, the shocking, instant pain fading into the smoldering need within him and folding back on itself until he doesn’t know what he’s feeling anymore, only that it’s more than he’s built to handle, like the Crystal’s magic trying to burst him at the seams. He can’t see and he might throw up but he doesn’t want it to stop. Prompto cries out and Noct grits his teeth before the next strike. It still drags a long, rough moan out of his throat.
Noct wasn’t counting but that must be ten, because Ignis stops then, and comes to their side. He digs his hand into Noct’s hair, his palm cupping the back of Noct’s head, and he grips tight and pulls. When Noct glances to the side, he’s got his other hand on Prompto’s hair, pulling him back the same way.
“How are you both doing? Should I slow down?” he asks. “Prompto?”
“Nnn. No, keep going, Iggy, please,” Prompto says, his words slurring together.
“Good boy,” Ignis says. He turns his head and Prompto sighs; Noct thinks he might have gotten a kiss, just like Noct did earlier. “Noctis?”
Noct thinks about saying the same. It’s almost like a competition, isn’t it? If Prompto wants to keep going… then Ignis’s hand slides down his back, hitting every welt on the way, and Noct shouts as pain sparks through him again.
“Tell me the truth, Noct,” Ignis murmurs.
Noct shakes his head, his eyes dropping closed. “Don’t think I can,” he says.
Ignis's voice is soothing. “You did very well. Don’t worry. How are your arms feeling?” he asks. “I’d like to reposition you, if I may.”
“Yeah, that’s okay,” Noct says. “I’m okay.” And he is - the nausea fades and he’s left with a pleasant tingle on his back as Ignis runs his hand up and down in long, languid strokes. He knows what nerve damage feels like, and he doesn’t have it in his hands, even if they do have pins and needles when Ignis lets him out of the straps. He rubs at his wrists and circles his arms, feeling the pull of newly bitten flesh as he does.
Ignis is careful, almost tender, as he turns Noct around. Noct flushes when he’s facing Ignis; it’s incredibly obvious, in just his underwear, exactly how much he liked that. Ignis looks, yeah, but he doesn’t seem smug, like Noct half expected. Instead he looks surprised, and pleased, and just a little bit embarrassed, his cheeks turning lightly pink. Noct licks his lips self-consciously and Ignis’s eyes track the movement.
He re-secures the single ankle he let loose first, like Noct’s going to run or has the ability to, but he spends some time rearranging the straps for his arms. He holds Noct in place with his body while he does it. Noct’s not sure if he feels like he’s going to fall over because he’s strung out from the beating, or because Ignis is pressed up against him from his thighs to his shoulders. It’s hard to keep himself from rolling his hips forward and turning his reaction into an invitation. He doesn’t know what the boundaries are, here - whether Ignis mixes this with sex, whether Ignis is okay with mixing Noct with sex. But he did kiss him, and he’s so close…
Ignis steps away before Noct can let himself do it, and Noct sags in the straps. His wrists are fixed high enough above him now that he can lean into the bonds a little bit, taking some of his weight off his legs and back. He watches from his newly prone position as Ignis unbuckles Prompto’s right wrist and right ankle.
He’s a little surprised when Ignis guides Prompto closer to him, inching the straps down the railing until he can strap Prompto’s wrist down again on Noct’s other side. Then he kicks Prompto’s legs apart - Prompto jolts and falls into Noct, shoving Noct’s sensitive back against the rails and making him groan - and fastens Prompto’s ankle between Noct’s feet.
“There you are,” Ignis murmurs in Prompto’s ear, just loud enough that Noct can hear him, too. “Protect your Prince.”
The wave of heat that rushes through Noct’s body is both mental and physical, as Prompto presses up against his chest and sighs right in his ear. His breath is hot against Noct’s shoulder; Noct can feel how hard he is, pressed up against Noct’s thigh and the inside of his tight jeans. Noct turns his face towards Prompto’s, and it shouldn’t be surprising, but it is, that they’re close enough that they could tilt their heads and be kissing.
Noct tilts his head. Prompto’s lips meet his and his tongue slides into Noct’s mouth right away, sloppy and desperate. His eyes slip shut and he doesn’t even see Ignis step back. He only knows Ignis has gotten the cane when Prompto jerks and moans into his mouth. Then he hears the crack of wood on skin, and Prompto tears himself away with a whine. Another strike from the cane has him dropping his head on Noct’s shoulder.
Ignis doesn’t stop, and Prompto’s body jolts against Noct’s with every strike. Soon Noct completely understands why Ignis put them in this position - it’s easy, from here, for Prompto to rub himself off against Noct’s thigh. Noct wonders if Prompto’s forgotten to worry about Ignis’s presence or he’s getting off on it. Either way he’s panting against the side of Noct’s throat, making little choked whines when Ignis lays the cane on him again.
Noct wishes his hands were free, so he could hold Prompto himself, make himself more part of this. He also wishes his legs were free, because Prompto’s not quite tall enough for Noct to use his body the same way he’s using Noct’s - the only attention Noct’s erection is getting is when the cane makes Prompto fall into him, and it’s barely a brush of pressure, never sustained long enough to be satisfying. All Noct can do is arch his back, his sore shoulders pressing into the railing behind him.
He only realizes he’s closed his eyes when he’s surprised by the tip of the cane under his chin, lifting his head up. Prompto whines when the steady strikes pause but he’s too far gone to stop the motion of his hips.
“Look at me, Noctis,” Ignis says. Noct opens his eyes to meet Ignis’s. His advisor is disheveled in a way Noct’s never seen before - hair coming down from its carefully gelled spikes, shirt partially unbuttoned, fitted slacks tented in the front. Noct yanks on the straps again. He wants to get his hands on Ignis now and damn the consequences.
Ignis throws the cane aside, and steps in close. “Shh, shh, I’ve got you,” he says quietly. His hands are bare now, Noct notices, as Ignis strokes his sweaty hair back from his eyes. His fingertips trace down the side of Noct’s face, and pause near Noct’s mouth, his thumb hovering over Noct’s lower lip without touching.
“Is this alright, Noct?” Ignis asks.
In answer, Noct leans his head forward and catches Ignis’s thumb in his mouth. Ignis’s soft hiss is encouraging. Noct lets his tongue slide out and closes his lips around the base of Ignis’s thumb, sucking gently. He keeps his eyes open and on Ignis. It’s a good idea, he thinks, because it means he gets to see Ignis’s lips part and his eyes go dark.
Ignis lets him continue for only a few seconds before he pulls away. Noct huffs but Ignis quickly replaces his thumb with three fingers that sink into his mouth slowly, testing to see how far down he can take them. Noct runs his tongue between them to draw him in. He has to fight not to gag when they brush the back of his throat but it’s worth it, to see the completely entranced look on Ignis’s face.
Prompto’s breathless “fucking Six” is the perfect trigger for Noct to close his lips and suck harder. Ignis groans and Noct feels fire curling in the pit of his stomach. He pulls his fingers out of Noct’s mouth, shiny with spit, and runs the back of his hand over Prompto’s arm and then down Noct’s chest and abs. He rests it at Noct’s hip and pauses. His eyes seem glued to Noct’s face.
“What do you want, Iggy?” Noct asks. He’s worried it might be too against protocol, Ignis is the one who’s theoretically in charge, here, but Ignis just sighs and leans in closer.
“To kiss you,” Ignis says. It’s simple, but it sounds like it took him a great effort.
Noct leans forward as far as he can. “Yeah, go ahead,” he says. Ignis’s lips are on his before he can even finish his words. His mouth fits perfectly over Noct’s, his tongue dipping tentatively between Noct’s lips, and Noct opens to him. It’s exactly like Noct always imagined it would be - not in the surroundings, that’s way past what even his wildest fantasies could cook up, but in the way that Ignis is just as careful and thorough as in everything he does.
Noct sighs in satisfaction and Ignis slides a hand behind his back and pulls him closer, straining Noct’s shoulders and trapping Prompto tight between them. For the first time, Noct appreciates the cuffs. He can’t get distracted by what he’s supposed to be doing, how fast he should push things, he’s just along for the ride Ignis is taking him on. When they finally have to stop for air, Ignis stays close.
“What else?” Noct asks against his lips. “Don’t tell me that’s it.”
Re: FILL: 4/5 Ignis/Noctis/Prompto, following Ignis to a BDSM club
Date: 2017-12-16 09:21 pm (UTC)Re: FILL: 4/5 Ignis/Noctis/Prompto, following Ignis to a BDSM club
Date: 2017-12-17 01:53 am (UTC)Re: FILL: 4/5 Ignis/Noctis/Prompto, following Ignis to a BDSM club
Date: 2017-12-17 02:15 am (UTC)Re: FILL: 4/5 Ignis/Noctis/Prompto, following Ignis to a BDSM club
Date: 2017-12-17 02:21 am (UTC)FILL: 5/5 Ignis/Noctis/Prompto, following Ignis to a BDSM club
Date: 2017-12-23 06:45 pm (UTC)“You’re already doing it,” Prompto says, before they break apart. “He’s like three seconds from coming, Iggy.”
Ignis pulls back from Noct’s mouth, startled, and Noct whines at the loss of contact. “Prom,” he groans.
“Just telling the truth,” Prompto says. He’s tucked his head right in under Noct’s chin, his wild hair tickling Noct’s neck, and he’s leaning heavily on Noct’s thigh. He sounds more coherent than he did a minute ago. Fuck, did he come right there? Noct’s hips jerk at just the thought.
Ignis seems to have caught on to that, too. “Prompto, did you… would you like to come down?”
Prompto shakes his head against Noct’s shoulder. “Nope, I’m good right here,” he says. “Best seat in the house.”
Ignis does something Noct can’t see with his free hand. It makes Prompto yelps and his body jerk, and his thigh comes between Noct’s legs, just barely brushing his cock again. Noct leans into it. The movement catches Ignis’s eye. He looks Noct up and down with undisguised hunger, his gaze unable to rest anywhere for too long, but always drawn back towards where Noct’s erection is straining at the fabric of his underwear.
“Go ahead,” Noct says, licking his lips. Ignis puts his hand on Noct’s inner thigh and Noct’s eyes cross. He almost forgets what he was about to add and has to say, in a hurry, “One thing.”
Ignis stops with his hand cupped around Noct’s balls. Noct doesn't even try not to grind against him, but his touch remains infuriatingly light. “What is it?” he asks.
“Get yourself off too,” Noct says. His voice is breathless as he strains to push himself into Ignis’s hand. “I don’t wanna have all the fun.”
“Anything you want, Noct.” He lets that hang there a moment, a promise, one that all by itself opens new worlds to Noct.
Ignis kisses him before he takes his hands away, and a good thing too, or Noct would’ve been cursing him. He’s been hard for so long now that it’s starting to ache. He bites at Ignis’s lip when he hears the quiet hiss of Ignis’s zipper. The back of Ignis’s hand brushes against him as Ignis takes himself out of his pants. It must be a relief for him, because he moans into Noct’s mouth and pulls away.
“Come on,” Noct whines. Ignis hushes him and finally pulls Noct’s erection free of his underwear. Noct closes his eyes and leans into him. When his cock rubs up against Ignis’s, he feels it like electricity, throbbing in the pit of his stomach and the bruises on his back. And then Ignis takes both of them in hand. Noct stares stupidly down at the image, his cock pressed up against Ignis’s, Ignis’s bare fingers around him.
Ignis’s other hand is buried in Prompto’s hair, both holding him and making him watch. Noct doesn’t feel coordinated enough to try for a kiss, but he leans his forehead against Ignis’s. The pair of them are so close Noct feels like he’s breathing into their lungs. Ignis’s fingers are cold but his cock is a line of fire against the underside of Noct’s, and as he starts to jerk them off together Noct is grateful once again for the cuffs on his wrists. Without them he’s sure his knees would’ve given out.
It doesn’t take much. Ignis pumps his hand once, twice, huffs in irritation and rolls his palm over the tips of their cocks together, and then there’s less friction and more oh fuck keep doing that and Noct is coming over Ignis’s hand with a low moan. Ignis follows him not long after.
Noct hangs there through the afterglow, panting. Now that he’s not distracted he’s uncomfortable, the railing he’s leaning on is digging into his back, and Prompto’s skin is sticky against his. It’s okay, though. He feels good, kind of exhausted but good. Ignis kisses Noct’s forehead before pulling away. Noct drops his head to the side, his cheek pressed against Prompto’s hair, to watch Ignis clean up.
Then Ignis is guiding his hands down from above his head, and Noct leans on him like he’s forgotten how to walk again. Somehow Ignis balances him until Prompto’s fully freed, and then all three of them are stumbling over to the bed, holding each other up. Ignis has water bottles and he makes Noct and Prompto drink.
“Was it all that you expected, following me?” Ignis asks when they’ve all had a moment to settle down.
Noct laughs and rubs his face against Ignis’s thigh. Somehow he’s wound up curled by Ignis’s side, half-napping while Ignis lazily pets his hair and traces the whip marks on his back. “Yeah, it was fun.”
“More than,” Prompto says. His head is in Ignis’s lap, face down, and he awkwardly lifts his half-full bottle up to dangle in Ignis’s face. “Drink some water yourself. You did most of the work.”
Ignis does, and then he leans back against the wall and sighs, squeezing the back of Noct’s neck lightly. Noct hums in contentment.
They’re gonna have to head back to Noct’s place, get cleaned up, sleep in Noct’s own bed. They’re gonna have to leave here; this is still a public place, it’s not like they can stay forever.
But Noct thinks they’re also gonna have to come back.
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A thousand thank yous to OP who gave me an excuse to indulge in this fluffiness! And thanks so much to everybody who commented.
Re: FILL: 5/5 Ignis/Noctis/Prompto, following Ignis to a BDSM club
Date: 2017-12-23 07:28 pm (UTC)Re: FILL: 5/5 Ignis/Noctis/Prompto, following Ignis to a BDSM club
Date: 2017-12-23 08:14 pm (UTC)Re: FILL: 5/5 Ignis/Noctis/Prompto, following Ignis to a BDSM club
Date: 2017-12-23 10:29 pm (UTC)Thank you so so so so much for this!!
Re: FILL: 5/5 Ignis/Noctis/Prompto, following Ignis to a BDSM club
Date: 2017-12-28 09:52 pm (UTC)Hello there only way I would involve another human being in my sex life I didn't previously think about.
Laugh at me all you want. But right until this fic I didn't realise that there might be stuff to do that is hot af that doesn't actually involve anyone touching anyone else's junk. (I mean he did in the end but. Everything before that. Actually sounds totally doable. JFC.)
Damn.
Re: FILL: 5/5 Ignis/Noctis/Prompto, following Ignis to a BDSM club
Date: 2017-12-28 10:46 pm (UTC)Unfortunately I can't help much because I'm like... still pretty fuzzy on what my orientation is (is submissive an orientation??? Who knows??) but you're not alone at least!