“You’re a bit of a sick fuck,” Noct told Ardyn, straining to put heat behind the words. It was hard, very hard, not to give in and beg. “You know that, right?”
Ardyn let out a long-suffering sigh and ran his fingers over something in his hands. He straddled Noct, his jacket brushing over Noct’s bare chest, and looked down at him.
“While I will pine without the dulcet tones of your voice,” the chancellor said, pulling Noctis’ head back by the hair in an almost lazy grip, “Your disrespect wounds me.” Firm fingers squeezed Noct’s jaw, and Noct opened his mouth. Ardyn pressed a thick gag between the prince’s teeth, adjusting it with deft movements so that he couldn’t nudge it loose. He tied the strap of the gag just tight enough to tug at the edges of Noct’s lips, and Noct could already feel saliva pooling under his tongue as he struggled to accommodate the heavy ball.
“Yes,” Ardyn said, and rested a knee on Noct’s belly, pressing him into the floor. “This is just about where you belong, your highness.”
The hateful look Noct gave him was too masked with desire to have any bite. Ardyn laughed, and slid gloved fingers under Noct’s ass, lifting him up so that he lay at an angle on the floor. Ardyn slowly slicked his cock with lube, watching Noct’s breath rasp from around the gag in his mouth. The young man’s legs were swung up, but Noct, already overcome, felt his right foot slip down Ardyn’s side, catching on the fabric of his scarf. Ardyn rose and positioned Noct so that he was lined up with the head of the chancellor’s cock, and thrust into him with no preamble.
Without preparation, the sheer girth of Ardyn’s cock was almost unbearable. Noct cried out around the gag as Ardyn pounded into him, thrusting downward, making Noct’s head loll against the wooden boards at the foot of the bed. Noct lost the careful control over the tilt of his head and felt drool run down his chin, moaned thickly as the force of Ardyn’s thrusts sent bursts of pain up his spine, laced with senseless pleasure. At this angle, he couldn’t even try to set the pace.
“Perfect,” Ardyn said, and Noct moaned again, no longer able to keep up the pretense of defiance. “What would your dear father say, Prince Noctis, if he knew what sounds you make under my—“ He thrust deep, for emphasis, and the carpet seemed to burn as Noct was pushed back with the strength of it. “—careful ministrations?”
Noct was too far gone to do anything but whimper.
“Behold, the crown prince,” Ardyn said, his pace building, deliberate and deep. “The chosen king of the light.”
Noctis shuddered, and was dimly aware that there was the faintest hint of malice at the edge of Ardyn’s words this time. Then Ardyn’s hand was on Noct’s aching, neglected cock, and he was lost in heat and fierce pleasure as the chancellor quickly drew the prince into orgasm. Ardyn came not long after, and pulled out of Noct with an almost vague look in his eyes. Noct felt his chest tighten with anxiety—had he done something wrong after all?—but Ardyn said nothing, only looked down at him for a long moment, eyes unreadable. It only occurred to Noctis now that perhaps this whole thing had been a mistake.
Then Ardyn smiled. “We’ll have to try something a little more interesting next time,” he said, and leaned down to gently remove the gag.
Fill: Ardyn/Noctis 2/2
“You’re a bit of a sick fuck,” Noct told Ardyn, straining to put heat behind the words. It was hard, very hard, not to give in and beg. “You know that, right?”
Ardyn let out a long-suffering sigh and ran his fingers over something in his hands. He straddled Noct, his jacket brushing over Noct’s bare chest, and looked down at him.
“While I will pine without the dulcet tones of your voice,” the chancellor said, pulling Noctis’ head back by the hair in an almost lazy grip, “Your disrespect wounds me.” Firm fingers squeezed Noct’s jaw, and Noct opened his mouth. Ardyn pressed a thick gag between the prince’s teeth, adjusting it with deft movements so that he couldn’t nudge it loose. He tied the strap of the gag just tight enough to tug at the edges of Noct’s lips, and Noct could already feel saliva pooling under his tongue as he struggled to accommodate the heavy ball.
“Yes,” Ardyn said, and rested a knee on Noct’s belly, pressing him into the floor. “This is just about where you belong, your highness.”
The hateful look Noct gave him was too masked with desire to have any bite. Ardyn laughed, and slid gloved fingers under Noct’s ass, lifting him up so that he lay at an angle on the floor. Ardyn slowly slicked his cock with lube, watching Noct’s breath rasp from around the gag in his mouth. The young man’s legs were swung up, but Noct, already overcome, felt his right foot slip down Ardyn’s side, catching on the fabric of his scarf. Ardyn rose and positioned Noct so that he was lined up with the head of the chancellor’s cock, and thrust into him with no preamble.
Without preparation, the sheer girth of Ardyn’s cock was almost unbearable. Noct cried out around the gag as Ardyn pounded into him, thrusting downward, making Noct’s head loll against the wooden boards at the foot of the bed. Noct lost the careful control over the tilt of his head and felt drool run down his chin, moaned thickly as the force of Ardyn’s thrusts sent bursts of pain up his spine, laced with senseless pleasure. At this angle, he couldn’t even try to set the pace.
“Perfect,” Ardyn said, and Noct moaned again, no longer able to keep up the pretense of defiance. “What would your dear father say, Prince Noctis, if he knew what sounds you make under my—“ He thrust deep, for emphasis, and the carpet seemed to burn as Noct was pushed back with the strength of it. “—careful ministrations?”
Noct was too far gone to do anything but whimper.
“Behold, the crown prince,” Ardyn said, his pace building, deliberate and deep. “The chosen king of the light.”
Noctis shuddered, and was dimly aware that there was the faintest hint of malice at the edge of Ardyn’s words this time. Then Ardyn’s hand was on Noct’s aching, neglected cock, and he was lost in heat and fierce pleasure as the chancellor quickly drew the prince into orgasm. Ardyn came not long after, and pulled out of Noct with an almost vague look in his eyes. Noct felt his chest tighten with anxiety—had he done something wrong after all?—but Ardyn said nothing, only looked down at him for a long moment, eyes unreadable. It only occurred to Noctis now that perhaps this whole thing had been a mistake.
Then Ardyn smiled. “We’ll have to try something a little more interesting next time,” he said, and leaned down to gently remove the gag.