BEEP BEEP HERE COMES THE THIS ISN'T REALLY ACCURATE BDSM TRAIN BEEP BEEP I can tell ya that I would never do a scene with Ardyn. Don't forget nonverbal signals, always talk things out first and don't have sex with eldritch villains, folks.
Chancellor Ardyn had run into Prince Noctis in the hall just outside of the unused embassy to Niflheim, shortly after his meeting with the King. A young man alone, all in black, with the same fine cheekbones as the King and the confused look of a man who knew when someone did not belong—it had been an easy connection to make. Ardyn had bowed, sweeping off his hat in a grand gesture, and introduced himself.
“The hell is someone from Niflheim doing here?” the prince had asked. His dark eyes flashed with the same, tense anger that burned in King Regis, and he didn’t bother to listen to Ardyn’s answer. He brushed rudely past, bumping Ardyn’s shoulder, and Ardyn’s had snaked out his arm to grip the prince’s chin in a firm, immovable hand. The prince jerked back, scowling, but didn’t shake out of Ardyn’s grasp.
“Interesting,” Ardyn had said, in his smooth, friendly voice, and felt the prince suppress a shiver under his fingers.
Three days later, it could at least be said that the ambassadorial rooms were seeing use.
“You, my dear,” Ardyn said, looking down at the prince writhing beneath him, “are the picture of a diplomatic incident.”
At that moment, Noct was not in a position to respond. His fingers dug into the leather at Ardyn’s thighs, scrambling for leverage as the chancellor leaned heavily into his mouth. Ardyn had come a few moments before, and Noct struggled to breathe as he spasmed around the thick cock at the back of his throat, the tickle of hair at his nose. Ardyn grasped Noct’s head and pushed him closer still for one agonizing second, and then slid free. Noct gasped for air, head back, fingers trembling on Ardyn’s legs.
“We need to do something about this,” Ardyn said, lifting Noct’s hands with the well-bred disgust of someone disposing of a dirty rag.
Noct felt a thrill at the touch, but he knew what would happen if he were too quick to comply. The first time they’d met, Noct had been pliant, earnest in his efforts to gain praise, and had been horrified to see Ardyn’s interest gradually decline until he was banished from the room with an indifferent wave of the hand. It had taken a biting insult and a refusal to be gently pushed out the door to regain Ardyn’s enthusiasm, and Noct had since learned that while Ardyn wanted his obedience, there was no use to it unless there was a payoff. It was almost easy to oblige: Ardyn’s sarcastic tone, his flippant way of turning Noct on and off like a light, was frustrating, and Noct was never one for politeness at the best of times.
“The fuck we will,” he said. Ardyn patted his cheek twice, a warning, and Noct braced himself as the chancellor hauled back with an open-handed slap. It was more loud than painful, but the sting of it sent a rush of pleasure through his body, a constriction at his chest.
“Royal we,” Ardyn said, not without a trace of irony. He rose, and gently nudged Noct down with the toe of his shoe as Noct tried to stand with him. Noct sat back, watching the chancellor pull out a pair of joined leather cuffs from his bags. They were longer than ones Noct had seen in use before, meant to bind the arms rather than secure hands to a restraint.
“Padded,” Ardyn said. “Only the best for a prince of your caliber.”
“Was that supposed to be comforting?” Noct asked. Ardyn thought about it a moment.
“I like to think so. Sit up.” Noct searched the chancellor’s eyes, trying to judge whether this was an order or a suggestion. Ardyn answered the question for him, roughly pulling Noct into a sitting position and yanking back his unresisting hands. The cuffs were indeed padded, and even as they pulled tight around him, Noct could feel them slide along his skin with just a hint of a give. But he was thrown off balance now, and only Ardyn’s hand kept him from falling back.
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Fill: Ardyn/Noctis 1/2
Date: 2016-12-27 07:26 pm (UTC)I can tell ya that I would never do a scene with Ardyn. Don't forget nonverbal signals, always talk things out first and don't have sex with eldritch villains, folks.
Chancellor Ardyn had run into Prince Noctis in the hall just outside of the unused embassy to Niflheim, shortly after his meeting with the King. A young man alone, all in black, with the same fine cheekbones as the King and the confused look of a man who knew when someone did not belong—it had been an easy connection to make. Ardyn had bowed, sweeping off his hat in a grand gesture, and introduced himself.
“The hell is someone from Niflheim doing here?” the prince had asked. His dark eyes flashed with the same, tense anger that burned in King Regis, and he didn’t bother to listen to Ardyn’s answer. He brushed rudely past, bumping Ardyn’s shoulder, and Ardyn’s had snaked out his arm to grip the prince’s chin in a firm, immovable hand. The prince jerked back, scowling, but didn’t shake out of Ardyn’s grasp.
“Interesting,” Ardyn had said, in his smooth, friendly voice, and felt the prince suppress a shiver under his fingers.
Three days later, it could at least be said that the ambassadorial rooms were seeing use.
“You, my dear,” Ardyn said, looking down at the prince writhing beneath him, “are the picture of a diplomatic incident.”
At that moment, Noct was not in a position to respond. His fingers dug into the leather at Ardyn’s thighs, scrambling for leverage as the chancellor leaned heavily into his mouth. Ardyn had come a few moments before, and Noct struggled to breathe as he spasmed around the thick cock at the back of his throat, the tickle of hair at his nose. Ardyn grasped Noct’s head and pushed him closer still for one agonizing second, and then slid free. Noct gasped for air, head back, fingers trembling on Ardyn’s legs.
“We need to do something about this,” Ardyn said, lifting Noct’s hands with the well-bred disgust of someone disposing of a dirty rag.
Noct felt a thrill at the touch, but he knew what would happen if he were too quick to comply. The first time they’d met, Noct had been pliant, earnest in his efforts to gain praise, and had been horrified to see Ardyn’s interest gradually decline until he was banished from the room with an indifferent wave of the hand. It had taken a biting insult and a refusal to be gently pushed out the door to regain Ardyn’s enthusiasm, and Noct had since learned that while Ardyn wanted his obedience, there was no use to it unless there was a payoff. It was almost easy to oblige: Ardyn’s sarcastic tone, his flippant way of turning Noct on and off like a light, was frustrating, and Noct was never one for politeness at the best of times.
“The fuck we will,” he said. Ardyn patted his cheek twice, a warning, and Noct braced himself as the chancellor hauled back with an open-handed slap. It was more loud than painful, but the sting of it sent a rush of pleasure through his body, a constriction at his chest.
“Royal we,” Ardyn said, not without a trace of irony. He rose, and gently nudged Noct down with the toe of his shoe as Noct tried to stand with him. Noct sat back, watching the chancellor pull out a pair of joined leather cuffs from his bags. They were longer than ones Noct had seen in use before, meant to bind the arms rather than secure hands to a restraint.
“Padded,” Ardyn said. “Only the best for a prince of your caliber.”
“Was that supposed to be comforting?” Noct asked. Ardyn thought about it a moment.
“I like to think so. Sit up.” Noct searched the chancellor’s eyes, trying to judge whether this was an order or a suggestion. Ardyn answered the question for him, roughly pulling Noct into a sitting position and yanking back his unresisting hands. The cuffs were indeed padded, and even as they pulled tight around him, Noct could feel them slide along his skin with just a hint of a give. But he was thrown off balance now, and only Ardyn’s hand kept him from falling back.