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FILL: Gladio/Noctis, Doesn't Bother Me Anyways 1/?
Date: 2016-12-28 12:24 am (UTC)Noctis has been acting up since the mission in the powerplant.
He hasn't stopped staring at him since he's returned from his little mission. Currently, he's staring at Gladio in a similar manner to how Prompto usually stares at Cindy – below the collar, but not much lower.
“My eyes are up here, Noct.”
He attempts to joke, giving Noctis' feet a little nudge under the diner table with his own. He assumed Noctis was just spacing out over dinner, but the little brat jerks his head away with a scowl. Prompto seems to find his joke hilarious, guffawing and accidentally spitting food everywhere while throwing a hand around Noctis' shoulder. Ignis makes eye contact from just above the rim of his glasses, as if Gladio is supposed to be able to read his mind, or Noctis' mind.
He chalks it off to delayed puberty or something.
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From there it escalates.
Keeping his temper in check, Gladio holds up his usual Royal Raiment jacket now in tatters. It was one of his favourite, despite having grown out of it somewhat. It stayed wide open suitable for the type of freedom in movement that wielding a broadsword typically requires. Sensing the handiwork of one of the kiddies, Gladio wonders what brought on this bout of tantrum. Prompto didn't have the balls to cut up one of his clothes, and Ignis was above such antics. That leaves only Noctis as the culprit.
While the more childish part of Gladio is tempted to simply walk around shirtless, and defy whatever emotion Noctis is trying to evoke from him. The locals of the little rest stop they've chosen to stop at may not be as open minded, and so he picks up the grey undershirt instead.
It pulls at the scar on his chest a little when he puts it on, and covers his chest snugly.
Noctis' doesn't bring it up, but when he tries to ogle Gladio's chest again over a game of King's Knight, the crease between his brow eases a little.
Anger ebbed, Gladio let's it go and files this wardrobe malfunction for further investigation.
FILL: Gladio/Noctis, Doesn't Bother Me Anyways 2/?
Date: 2016-12-28 12:28 am (UTC)Noctis stops staring at his chest as if doing so will make his own chest grow. Instead he's taken to glaring at Gladio's forehead. A lesser man would grow self-conscious, but it's only starting to piss Gladio off.
“Is there something on my face Noct?” spinning around to face his prince. Gladio kicks the dead goblin. “Or am I so handsome you have to stare instead of fighting, like you're supposed to.”
Noctis twitches as if guilty. “I was thinking about Aranea.” he scoffs airily, dispassionate, “and how much easier it was to have her around. Didn't even have to pull out my sword.”
Gladio knows he's lying. Knows from Ignis and Prompto's account of the Steyliff Grove Dungeon. Aranea was deadly and efficient – good to have on your side, but hardly accustomed to the dynamics of the trio she was traveling with. Prompto had described in animated hand gestures how they had nearly skewered each other when Aranea leapt and lanced on the same enemy Noctis had warped to.
“Yes it's too bad she's not here to skewer you again, or is that something you like?” Gladio doesn't want to rise up to the bait. Because he knows Noctis is baiting him to react. He doesn't voice the roughness in his chest like tar oozing down his throat, scraping raw on its way down. A lesser man responds with insecurity, but Gladio is all about offense being the best defense. “You're hardly old enough for her tastes, Princess.”
Gladio can almost see the hackles rising on Noctis' back. “At least she was here.” Noctis spat quietly. So quiet he almost loses it in the echoes of the cavern. Noctis turns to face another pack of goblins before he could properly digest the meaning of that.
Re: Aranea/Noctis, pegging
Date: 2016-12-28 12:43 am (UTC)Aranea/Ardyn, Sexual Frustration
Date: 2016-12-28 01:05 am (UTC)I like to imagine it's but one interaction in which Ardyn finds a way to send shivers of absolute desire down Aranea's spine. A touch, a sweet nothing whispered into her ear. Perhaps they had a sexual (or almost sexual) encounter before that moment.
I'd prefer a situation in which Aranea is very submissive, but of course I'll appreciate anything if anyone's willing to write it!
Re: Ardyn/Prompto, non-con
Date: 2016-12-28 01:06 am (UTC)Glauca/Regis, Non-con + Master/Pet
Date: 2016-12-28 01:23 am (UTC)Bad Prompto, 3/?
Date: 2016-12-28 01:43 am (UTC)Noctis had started out strong, pushing back against Gladio's cock greedily, even providing all of the momentum for a bit as Gladio let his huge arms hang free and watched Noctis fuck himself on the bodyguard's massive member. But he wanted more, much more power than he himself could generate, so he started begging and mewling a litany of pleas, stuttered and wordless. Gladio had sunk his fingers into the prince's dark, still-damp hair and yanked his body upwards, guiding him with a broad hand on his chest.
"You gotta tell me what you want, Noct," he had said lowly, just enough to be heard by the other two observing on the opposite bed. His fingers tracked over and teased at Noctis' nipples, pink and peaked.
"P..lease... fuck me hard," Noctis had managed, throat constricted a bit by the angle at which Gladio's hold was forcing it.
"Why?" Gladio replied coaxingly, encouragingly. Noctis' hips wiggled, desperate for more friction.
"Because I love it," he sighed, swallowing against the uncomfortable position of his neck. "I love how you fuck me. I need it."
Gladio had let go and was slamming ruthlessly into Noctis before his face even hit the bed again. "Greedy brat," he growled. Prompto whined loudly - if Noctis was being bratty, how come he got to have Gladio's amazing dick?! That earned him more punishing vibrations, and he tried to breathe through it, tried so hard to stay quiet. This was all so difficult.
Noctis had taken it well, catching Prompto's eyes as he keened, all sorts of loud, lovely sounds escaping him freely. He was scratching at the sheets, breathless and utterly swooning as Gladio hit the perfect mix of rhythm and impact.
By now he was melted into the mattress, red-faced and panting, arms like jelly and thighs shaking. Under Gladio's powerful thrusts, he kept slowly collapsing until he was flat against the bed, only for his hips to be roughly lifted up again by Gladio's strong, calloused hands. Prompto could tell his throat was dry and he could barely form words; he could barely even moan anymore.
Prompto wanted to be on that other bed more than anything. He wanted to soothe Noct, switch places with him, cuddle and kiss him while Gladio filled him up from behind; he wanted to hear Noct's voice as he came, he wanted to be filled on both ends by those gorgeous men, and most of all he just wanted to come himself. He knew he could declare that he was at his limit any time. But thinking of all the times the three of them had his back in battle, praised him, cooked for him, laughed with him, comforted him - Prompto refused to give up just yet. He was aching for their words and touch, he knew he could get them to smile at him and pull him close, he hoped desperately that he was good enough for them after this, so he took deep, shaking breaths and shook a few tears from his eyelashes. He was good enough. He would show them.
Noctis made a strained, throaty noise as Gladio finally snapped his hips forward and kept them there, letting loose a beastly groan himself as he pumped his seed deep inside the prince. It was insanely hot to watch, but Prompto squeezed his eyes shut for a moment and found the resolve to stay quiet, mouthing at the gag between his lips.
Ignis' finger traced his cheekbone, smoothing over sweaty locks of his blonde hair. "You're doing better," he murmured. Prompto turned to look up at him quickly, barely believing he had just been caressed and praised. A huge slap and a tired yelp rang through the air as Gladio pulled out and spanked Noctis once, cock swinging and wet with his own fluids and lube. Ignis' eyes found Prompto's, and they were cold. "But we're only halfway there."
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I think I have about two more parts coming. I won't spoil anything! Thanks for the feedback! - your friendly neighborhood filler
Re: Gladio/Prompto - Gladio thinking about Noctis as they fuck
Date: 2016-12-28 02:02 am (UTC)Re: Bad Prompto, 3/?
Date: 2016-12-28 02:11 am (UTC)Re: Fill: Ardyn/Noctis 2/2
Date: 2016-12-28 04:46 am (UTC)THANK YOU FOR ANSWERING MY SINS ASDFGHJKL;'
i've read this too many times than i'd like to admit-- it's just so well written!
Ignis/Any - the other senses
Date: 2016-12-28 05:03 am (UTC)"Is it true that when you're blind, all your other senses get better?"
Not picky on who, though part of me thinks Ignis/Prompto may work best, because I see him as the most likely to ask that.
Prompto/Luna, Noctis; Fantasy
Date: 2016-12-28 05:09 am (UTC)Re: Fill on AO3
Date: 2016-12-28 05:18 am (UTC)Probably the best prompt fill I've ever gotten, Noctis is way too cute!
Re: gen, angst. Taken captive
Date: 2016-12-28 05:23 am (UTC)Re: Aranea/Ardyn, Sexual Frustration
Date: 2016-12-28 05:45 am (UTC)Re: OP here!
Date: 2016-12-28 05:54 am (UTC)I have so much fun writing Noctis and Ardyn and I don't even know why! When I was playing the game I truly felt as angry as Noctis was but after I was done I couldn't help myself but love Ardyn and his weirdness! eue specially against a struggling Noctis.
Re: Seclusion 2-?? NotOP
Date: 2016-12-28 05:57 am (UTC)I honestly wish the game or the story over all had more bonding time with Noctis and Regis. I find it so tragic that Regis tried to keep his son safe for so long and Noctis at the same time was so heartbroken by watching his father slowly dying. Why did they deprived us of this, I'm not sure.
Re: Seclusion 2-??
Date: 2016-12-28 05:58 am (UTC)Seclusion 3-??
Date: 2016-12-28 06:02 am (UTC)The scalding, hot fire was slowly getting closer; smoke was consuming the air around him. He couldn't see and breathe, his eyes were filled with tears and his lungs felt like collapsing. But he couldn't run away. The small, weak arms of a child held tightly onto the corpse of his mother. He needed to run or else he was going to die, there was absolutely no doubt about it, not only because of the fire but the deamons that were slowly moving closer.
The large serpent like woman was smiling at him, her long fangs showing. She couldn't move closer, the fire was keeping her at bay, away from her next victim. The scrawny dogs, with long fangs and large claws though, those were able to move through the paths where the fire couldn't reach. They moved slowly, ready to attack at any second.
Noctis couldn't breathe well anymore, the smoke was slowly suffocating him and he had nowhere to go. He stared at the deamons, watching them move closer and closer while the prince tried to back away, dragging the body of his mother with him. The deamons, however, were ready, without even giving the child a chance to react they jumped towards him. Their large mouths drooling and showing the pointy set of fangs as they started to bite on his mother's corpse, tearing through the flesh and ripping off limbs.
Noctis screamed, shaking his head as he kept hugging what was left of his mother's body. He ignored the deamons, even after one of them dug its fangs on his back. He could feel the burning pain, but his lack of air was hardly allowing him to do anything. He needed to save his mom, he needed help. Where was his father?
The child sobbed loudly, fat tears rolling down his eyes as he struggle against the deamons all by himself. He was all alone, no one around to help him, where was his father? Where was he? Why couldn't he be here? Why did he leave them...
Noctos' body jolted awake, his lungs quickly gulping down air until he was choking, almost like if he forgot how to breathe. The prince was soaking in sweat, with his hair clinging to his face. He shivered, the coldness in the room quickly taking advantage of the state the prince was in. It was already morning but Noctis didn't feel rested, or like he slept at all. The nightmare was still fresh in his memory, flashing through his closed lids every time he would blink.
It was just a nightmare, it wasn't real. The prince closed his eyes, resting his head against one of his knees as he tried to keep his breathing under control. All of his nerves were in high alert, creating tension through is whole body.
What an odd nightmare though, it wasn't the same as what happened all of those years ago, yet Noctis felt the same emotions as back then. It felt familiar but not so much, the scenario in his nightmare was wrong, because his father had been there. He also didn't get his injury that way at all, so why the hell was he having a nightmare that was so draining.
The raven forced himself to stop thinking about his dreams and instead tried to curl up back underneath the blankets. Ever since he came to Niflheim he couldn't stop having nightmares, and even though he had been here for only two days, the prince was used to sleeping to his fill, but here, here it was very different. He was at the edge of sleep when the door of his room was shoved open. The heavy steps went straight to one of the windows and the blinds were yanked open allowing the sunlight to come through.
Noctis groaned quietly, finding himself hiding his face against his pillow before slowly opening his eyes and sitting up again. He felt even worst than when he first woke up from his nightmare. He had little energy and it felt like he hadn't sleep for days. He closed his eyes again, hiding his face against his arms that were resting on top of his knees. The prince could feel a headache forming in the back of his head, and there was a twitching in his body he couldn't quite explain.
“Oh my, you look dreadful my dear prince.” Ardyn stood near the window, admiring the prince as he tried to force himself awake. There was something extremely endearing about Noctis' sleepy face and gestures.
“What are you doing here?” Noctis' voice was rough, showing his lack of motivation at the moment.
“Well, as shocking as this might sound, this is actually my room, dearest. I find it only normal for me to come in and out as I please.” The chancellor chuckled and moved towards the bed. He ignored Noctis' growl of disapproval as he reached over to hold the raven's chin in between his index and thumb.
“You look very pale. What's wrong? Had a nightmare?-” And that condescending smile was back, the smile that Noctis truly learned to hate so far. “You mustn't be afraid of dreams, they only show us what we feel deep inside.”
“Coming from you, that's hard to believe.” Noctis turned his head away from the other, gently rubbing his eyes to force himself to fully wake up.
“Really? I wouldn't lie to you love! There is no need for me to so, I believe enough people have done that already.” and before the raven even had the chance to ask Ardyn what he was talking about, the older male was already standing and walking towards the coffee table near the fireplace.
“You are soaking wet, I would hate if you were to get sick...” The chancellor was holding fresh, clean clothes, although these ones were white like the outfits the rest of the Niflheim lords would wear. “I'm well aware of that gloomy taste you Insomnia people have for dark clothing, but I'm afraid this is all we have for you. Our clothing is also infused with magic to keep us warm, I highly suggest you wear it.”
Noctis didn't have the energy to fight the other over clothing, specially if it was as useful as Ardyn was making it sound. The room was still freezing, and no amount of blankets could fix that. After weighting out the pros and the cons, the raven dragged himself off the bed and walked towards the chancellor, holding his hand out for the pieces of clothing.
“Come on, Noctis. You can't just change when you are drenched with sweat.” Ardyn shook his head, rolling his eyes at the raven. He motioned for the other to follow, waiting until Noctis did so before making his way to the door a few feet away from the fireplace. He unlocked the door and pushed the door open, revealing a very spacious bathroom, which was very different from the washroom and toilet the prince had access to and was located on the opposite side of the room. The white marble went from the floor to the ceiling, giving the bathroom an eerie glow and an almost sanitized feeling. The large bathtub on the middle of the room could easily fit three to four people and the shower took over the whole wall on the left. The wall on the right had a vanity and two sinks with large mirrors that reached the tall ceiling and not so far from there, there was a door that was closed.
Noctis felt so out of place, with his dark clothes and dark hair. He almost felt too dirty to step into the bathroom, but he did. He looked around, standing awkwardly with one of his hands anxiously rubbing against his arm. The raven took his time admiring the fine stone work, it was just as luxurious as the bedroom connected to it. With one last look at the place he turned to face Ardyn, who was simply leaning against the door frame still holding the clean clothes in his hands.
Noctis didn't know what to say, he was lost of what to do so he just extended his hand to reach over for the clothes but Ardyn stopped him, again. The chancellor was giving him a playful smirk, one that had Noctis avoiding eye contact with him. He didn't like the other staring at him like this, it just made him feel so uncomfortable, specially when he wasn't sure of what the other was thinking.
Noctis almost felt like time stopped, Ardyn wasn't moving or saying anything. He was just standing there as if to waiting for Noctis to do something, but what? He needed his clothes before Ardyn could leave and he could change in peace!
Ah...that was it.
“You are not leaving, are you?” Noctis narrowed his eyes, rubbing his lips together on a thin line. When Ardyn responded by giving him a smile Noctis knew that he was right. He suppressed himself from shivering in disgust and instead glared at the other.
“For being a chancellor you are pretty fucking sick.” The raven glared as he took off his blazer and dropped it on the ground without much care. Noctis turned and walked over to the large bathtub, his hands twisting the knobs annoyingly until water started to pour out from the within the tub. The water was hot, with steam easily showing and once the temperature felt alright to the prince's touch, he left it alone to allow the water to raise.
Noctis was now working on the buttons of his vest, slipping that off as well before undoing his tie with one quick pull. He stopped then, noticing that the water was filling up quickly, and without a second thought he stepped into the tub with his pants and shirt on, before sitting down with his arms firmly over his chest and his glare on the water.
Noctis paid no mind to the chancellor's laugh in the background. He sounded so amused and oh so very entertained. The raven watched from the corner of his eyes as the Ardyn dragged his feet towards the vanity to set the clean clothes on one of the chairs. He didn't leave though, of course not, instead he walked towards the tub next, kneeling down next to Noctis with an amused smile on his lips.
The raven tried to ignore his presence, but that only made Ardyn more persistent. He was reaching out for Noctis, his fingers slowly moving through some of his hair before the back of the same hand gently pressed against his cheek, slowly caressing the warm skin.
“You are endearing...” Ardyn's touch remained gentle, even as his fingers moved to take a hold of Nocti's jaw, lightly shaking his head and forcing him to face him. “Now, take off the rest of your clothes.”
It was an order, an order that was making Noctis' stomach twist and his body tense. He was trying to avoid eye contact with the other as much as possible, but this time he looked at the other straight in the eye.
“No.” not with you in here, was left unsaid but Noctis' eyes were honest enough when he looked at Ardyn and then the door. The silence that follow was tense. But Noctis thought he won when Ardyn let go of his face and stood up. Privacy was after all, still very important, right?
The raven found himself gasping and then hissing in slight pain when the back of his shirt was pulled with such violence that the buttons came off and the collar left an angry red mark around his neck from the fabric burning the skin there. Noctis hardly had time to fight back by the time the rest of the shirt was ripped off of him, only one of the sleeve still around his arm.
Noctis turned to glare at the chancellor but a hand around his belt kept him moving moving too much. He was pulled upwards by the waist of his pants, and then easily manhandled to turn until his body was falling into the water. The raven gasped quietly, and then water filled his mouth. He quickly tried to grasp the edge of the tub, but it was too far away. He hardly even had time to think about the fact that his pants were being taken off when water was filling his lungs.
The raven reacted by instinct then, a dagger appearing in his hand. He threw it in the direction of the chancellor, his body tackling the other as he tried to warp to his destination. The man fell like a log underneath him and before he knew it Noctis was holding onto another dagger, his hand steady as he aimed at Ardyn's face but before he could land the blow he stopped. He was so close, the flesh would be easy to cut, his blade was sharp and even though he never killed a human before, he couldn't feel himself hesitation. He deserved it, the chancellor did.
But Ardyn was smiling at him, the same infuriating smile with eyes full of glee. He looked like he was winning, even with Noctis dagger near his face, even with the prince ready to kill him. He still looked like he was winning.
If Noctis did kill him, then Insomnia would fall. If he did disposed of this trash, then his father would die. The inability to be able to do anything was angering him more than the fact that Ardyn forcefully took off his clothes. Even as he was naked, with anger boiling through his veins and water droplets falling from his hair. He couldn't do anything.
Noctis moved off of the chancellor, fully intending on returning to the tub but a pair of arms around his waist kept him from doing so. He growled, gritting his teeth as he quickly began to struggle, his elbow almost landing on Ardyn's face but he was quick enough to move out of the way.
“I never thought you would be the one straddling me, my dear prince. I always thought I would be the one to do all the work!” Ardyn snickered near his ear, his face pressing against the soft neck in front of him, truly adoring the red bruises on the skin.
“Don't kid yourself!” Noctis hissed and turned his head to glare at the chancellor, his legs slipping on the wet floor, making it hard for him to shove the other off of him. The raven arched his back and kicked his legs, trashing around the tight hold on his waist.
Ardyn didn't budge, he didn't even flinch when Noctis used his elbow to hit him on the stomach. The prince couldn't kill him but he was putting up a fight against him, no doubt. It wasn't until his hands moved lower, that Noctis froze in place. The warm fingers were slowly moving to his hips, gently massaging the skin that slowly turned into his thighs. The raven snapped then, and his trashing became violent. He kicked his legs furiously, twisting his body again and arching his back with enough strength to make the chancellor lean back with him. The two were now on the floor and Noctis kept jerking his body back and forth until the arms finally let go of him.
The raven sat up quickly, but Ardyn was already on his feet. He easily picked up the raven, forcing him on his feet as he dragged him across the bathroom until Noctis was pinned against one of the vanities with a firm arm around his chest and the other holding onto his hair.
Re: Seclusion 3-??
Date: 2016-12-28 06:04 am (UTC)Noctis' hand was resting against the mirror in front of him, his head twisted to glare at Ardyn with as much hatred as he could but the chancellor only smiled in return and turned his head towards the mirror, using both of his hands to hold Noctis' face and hair, forcing him to look at his reflection. The raven by now was forced to have both of his hands on the mirror to keep his body from being bend over the vanity.
“Look at you, what a lovely sight.” And Noctis was forced to do as he was told, the hands on his head keeping him from being able to do much else.
The reflection in front of him was not something he hadn't seen before. He knew very well how he looked like, yet he had never seen himself like this. The raven hair was clinging to his face and forehead, his body shaking. He was panting loudly, a slight shade of red on his cheeks from fighting against the chancellor...or maybe something else, because the reflection of his eyes was as honest as ever. The shame, vulnerability and helplessness could not be denied....neither could he deny the fear hiding there as well. The fear that only increased as Ardyn moved closer to his body, pressing firmly against the naked prince.
Noctis stared at the reflection in front of him, as Ardyn leaned in to kiss the side of his head, pressing his face against the wet, dark strands. He watched as Ardyn took a deep breath, and let out a content sigh. It was uncomfortable, and frightening. Noctis could feel goose bumps crawling over his skin and it wasn't from the cold. He tried to move but the only response was the chancellor leaning further against him, keeping him pinned against the vanity and mirror.
“You look absolutely wonderful right now dear.”
But Noctis couldn't agree. There was nothing wonderful about this picture, there was nothing entertaining either, but Ardyn looked absolutely delighted. He enjoyed the way Noctis couldn't meet his eyes, the shame behind those thick eyelashes and the hatred that was hiding. It was so hard to stop when Noctis looked like this, even though he hadn't planned to scare the other, at least not so much, he couldn't help himself but to press further against the raven, until his body felt like it was going to melt against the slim form in front of him.
To have his little prince like this, naked, vulnerable and against him, was something he had wished for so long. He couldn't remember ever not wanting this. He kept one of his hands on Noctis' face, but the other one was allowed to slowly and oh so gently move over the skin in front of him. The hand moved over the naked shoulders that were trembling and looked smaller than they were, all the way down to those hands with prominent bones and long fingers. Noctis' wrists looked delicate and enticing, but then again the prince's whole form was like this. Ardyn couldn't help himself but to hold onto Noctis' wrist, pulling it close to his lips as he laid a kiss there before it was quickly jerked away from his grasp.
Ardyn smiled at the prince as the other kept his arm away from him and close to his chest now, almost like if he was protecting it from the chancellor. Quite honestly Ardyn had a playground in front of him, and Noctis' wrist was just a small appetizer. With the hand away from his grasp, Ardyn turned his attention to what was left in front of him. He chuckled quietly as his hand touched the skin on Noctis' side and the prince could only flinch in return. He let his hand slide down the narrow waist to the hip bones that gently poked against the skin. He felt more adventurous this time, and allowed his fingers to linger lower, to the soft flesh of Noctis' thighs and he couldn't stop himself as his hand acted on its own and slowly moved in between those thighs, ready to spread those legs open and-
“S-stop...” The voice was weak and only a whisper. It wasn't an order, neither a request. The emotions behind it desperate and filled with anguish. “Please.”
Ardyn looked back at Noctis reflection once more. The raven's eyes were shut thigh, his whole body trembling as he kept trying to curl up and hide away from the other. The full lips were shaking and the hand on the mirror was pressing so hard against it, it was cracking the glass. Noctis was terrified, and the idea of Ardyn being the cause of this only seem to excite the chancellor even further. It was all his doing, the little prince of light, reduced to a trembling mess with only his touches. He hadn't even fully done anything but Noctis was already like this. Oh, how very sheltered was the prince. How very unfortunately. He probably had never been naked around anyone else, even less touched in this way, after all who would are do something like this with the king of kings. Only Ardyn.
The chancellor reached for Noctis' hand, the one that he was keeping from him and almost laughed at how tense the other was. The raven's body was so rigid it made it difficult to move, even as Ardyn spread his fingers on top of Noctis' hand, holding it from the top and slowly moving it with his own. The raven wasn't sure of what was happening, but if it stopped the other from touching him any further, he considered it victory. That was until the hand guiding his own moved in between their bodies and Noctis' hand was pressed flat against something hard, and very warm.
“Look at what you are doing to me, dearest.”
Noctis quickly pulled his hand back, like if it was on fire. The chancellor letting go of him at the same time, and watching as the raven collapsed on the floor. Noctis' legs felt weak and boneless, like there was no support there but he soon realized it was from the tension and shaking of his body. He couldn't stop shaking, and his wide eyes couldn't look away from the floor. He was terrified, and wasn't sure of what to do. He couldn't remember being this scared since he was a child, since the time his mother died.
“You look so stressed, I guess is time to take my leave. I'll be back soon enough, please do take your time getting ready. I'm not oppose of the idea of you staying like this a bit longer.”
Noctis couldn't move, even after the chancellor left the room and closed the door behind him. He just couldn't move. It took him what felt like an eternity to look away from the floor, almost as if he was afraid that Ardyn was still going to be there, with a smile on his lips and waiting for Noctis to look at him. But Ardyn was nowhere to be seen, so with shaking limbs the prince was able to get to his feet and make his way back to the tub.
The water by now was getting cold, but Noctis did not care. He sat on the tub and quickly grabbed one of the washcloths that hung near the tub, before roughly scrubbing his skin. He started at his hand and then his wrist, shuddering at the memory of the kiss there. He moved to scrub his shoulder, then his side, his hips and then his thighs. He scrubbed until his skin was a raw, red color and even after that he couldn't stop.
He just couldn't stop...and the only thing he could do was force the tears back, because he wasn't going to let this break him.
(≖ᴗ≖✿) and now I sleep.
Re: Prompto/Luna, Noctis; Fantasy
Date: 2016-12-28 06:48 am (UTC)Re: Prompto/Luna, Noctis; Fantasy
Date: 2016-12-28 07:55 am (UTC)Re: Seclusion 3-?? notOP again (k.sonata)
Date: 2016-12-28 08:00 am (UTC)Hi its me again. Okay i love you its official..(just kidding. i better make an account with a username now because appreciaton needs to be addressed for this story I'm telling you!! And yes I agree more content of Regis and Noct is needed. Feels left out. Dlc dlc dlc please square enix. Imagine emotional interactive multiple choice game scenes with both of them? Aw.
Also. Every sensual drawn out detail.hhnghh. Lost my marbles when Ardyn made Noct touch him like that. Its like'!!!!' Again your work amazed me. My imagination gears were running in super focused happy mode. I read this on my walk today around the basketball court and what a great walk it was. you're just freaking wonderfully talented at writing author ^^. I'm now your cheerleader alright? :D and nono you are not a loser shh.
i don't want to keep spamming reviews either though it might annoy other fellow readers? Because i can probably get crazy and super descriptive of everything i like ahaha.
Please take your time too! I hope my enthusiasm doesnt seem like weird persistance ><
Have a good one author till next time
-k.sonata
Re: Noctis + Chocobros, deaged bros
Date: 2016-12-28 08:14 am (UTC)Re: Ardyn/Prompto, literally anything
Date: 2016-12-28 08:23 am (UTC)