"Gladio, would you take the reins?" Ignis said, holding out the vibrator's remote. He and Prompto were standing beside the bed, above Noctis' completely boneless form nestled in the messy sheets. Gladio, sweatpants back on, crowded behind Prompto as Ignis pressed the device into his hand. Prompto's legs shook, his arms and wrists hurt, his cock ached and his jaw was sore, but somehow Gladio's radiating body heat and musky post-sex scent made him even harder, something he thought was impossible. He was exhausted (maybe not as much as Noctis, who Prompto wasn't sure was even still conscious) but he still wanted to prove himself so badly, and though his breaths came in quick and desperate, he willed his body to keep standing, tied wrists tucked against his chest.
"We'll need to use your mouth. Can you assure me you'll be quiet?" Ignis asked, hands reaching around to the knot behind Prompto's head. He nodded several times. Whatever was in store, he was eager to perform, after the maddening punishment of having to watch everything unfold without participating.
"Good boy." Prompto couldn't suppress a wiggle at the simple praise. Ignis untied the gag and Prompto immediately stretched his mouth a bit. The corners of it were raw.
Ignis pressed his gloved fingertips to Prompto's lips. "Would you be so kind?" he asked, though it was most certainly a command and not a request. Prompto bit down on the supple leather gently and tugged, struggling a bit without the use of his hands but eventually getting the first glove off. The second stayed on. Ignis laid the glove down on the bedside table and traded it for the bottle of lubricant.
"Raise your hips, kitten," Ignis said. Noctis stirred and somehow managed to get up onto his elbows and tuck his knees under his body again, presenting his dribbling ass for Ignis. The taller man's bare hand caught the fluids, Gladio's from earlier, using a few fingers to clean him out. He spanked Noctis suddenly with his gloved hand, earning a gasp and a long, thin moan from the prince, and presented the come, pooled in the palm of his hand and covering his first two fingers, before Prompto.
"A treat for our pup," he stated. Prompto hesitated for a moment but dipped his head, licking and sucking up all of it, suckling at Ignis' fingers greedily even after they were clean. He felt Gladio's breath on the side of his neck as the huge man behind him nuzzled into his hair, teeth grazing the shell of his ear. "Good boy," he breathed. He always liked to watch Prompto's mouth, and the thought of pleasing him sent a thrill through Prompto's body and he arched, spine and muscles bending to Gladio's shape, desperate for contact. Gladio, always more likely to give into desire rather than enforce discipline, started to bring his hands around Prompto's hips, burying his nose in his messier-than-usual blonde hair.
"Careful not to spoil him," Ignis warned, and Gladio withdrew his attention. He grasped the back of Prompto's neck firmly and looked down at the remote in his other hand. Prompto's body jerked as he fiddled with the controls, changing the speeds several unpredictable times. He chuckled softly, the low rumble making Prompto squirm, feeling the pull of his hips wanting to grind against something again. His cock truly ached, so full and heavy and untouched, and the persistent buzzing inside him ensured he barely enjoyed the sensation of being turned on. Prompto was grateful for Gladio's firm hold, otherwise he thought he might have collapsed on the floor by now. It took everything he had to not rut shamelessly against Gladio's crotch and scream and come just from frustration. Being quiet and still was a challenge to say the least, which was no doubt why Ignis chose it as his punishment.
Ignis had turned Noctis around onto his back and was reaching down to tweak his nipples with the gloved hand now. Noctis twitched and arched, moaning softly, a light layer of sweat shining on his pale throat and shoulders. His chest rose and fell in a stuttered rhythm and his hips rocked lazily upward, cock full and wet with precome, having not yet climaxed.
"So nice and responsive, yet ever demure," Ignis mused. "Where is that cat in heat from earlier?"
"I fucked him away," Gladio responded over Prompto's shoulder. "Sorry, Ignis."
"Not a problem. This is just the kind of show I'd like to put on for our friend," Ignis replied. "Hard and then soft." Noctis' hips were in his lap, and Ignis' gloveless hand applied lube to his own smooth, red cock while the other one held onto the crook of one knee..
"See how nice and pliant he is for me," Ignis said, leaning forward to press himself in. Noctis sighed, the sound twisting itself into a whimper as Ignis seated himself fully inside the prince in one slow motion.
Prompto's bottom lip was dry and swollen from biting it, so his mouth hung slack and trembling as he watched Noctis twist his hands in the sheets, meeting Ignis' smooth thrusts in languid, sleepy movements. It turned out to be a good thing, as it made it easier for him to gasp and breathe into it when Gladio randomly played with the vibrator's settings. There was absolutely no rhyme or reason; he seemed to enjoy surprising Prompto rather than punishing him. It was worse than before, but Prompto was getting better at working through it. His fingernails dug into his palms.
What Ignis lacked in power he made up for with frightening precision, always able to find and abuse spots that made the boys scream in ecstasy and come untouched. He shifted his angle every now and then, watching Noctis closely for his body's involuntary reactions. Yet he was definitely being more gentle than usual, and it was unsettling to Prompto.
"That's it, sweetheart," Ignis murmured as he found an angle that made Noctis keen, leaning forward and closing the space between them to lay kisses on Noctis' chest and neck and mouth. A cold realization started to creep over Prompto.
That was his favorite thing. He liked to fuck Noctis sweetly, he liked to call him all sorts of gooey pet names, he liked to kiss the prince breathless and make him sing Prompto's name as he shuddered and came. Gladio liked to fuck the air out of his lungs, Ignis liked to push him to the point of pleasurable madness, and Prompto liked to hold him close and move together with him until they both drowned in the feeling. Ignis had seen it, ordered it even; he knew, and he was was taking Prompto's place and making him a bystander.
It was beautiful and it was utterly agonizing. Prompto could see now that Ignis was doing everything exactly as he would, except probably better, dammit, because it was Ignis and he was a genius. Noct was already close, his shaking arms wrapped tightly around Ignis now, trying desperately to keep at a certain rhythm and angle.
"Ignis..." he whispered between shaky gulps of air. Ignis nuzzled into his neck, then turned to look at Prompto.
"Yes, darling. On second thought, why don't you try saying his name?"
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struggled a bit writing this part and it got really long but I'm really excited to share what I think is going to be the last! I hope to have it done before the end of 2016 ;) - Filler
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Bad Prompto, 4/?
Date: 2016-12-30 09:12 pm (UTC)"We'll need to use your mouth. Can you assure me you'll be quiet?" Ignis asked, hands reaching around to the knot behind Prompto's head. He nodded several times. Whatever was in store, he was eager to perform, after the maddening punishment of having to watch everything unfold without participating.
"Good boy." Prompto couldn't suppress a wiggle at the simple praise. Ignis untied the gag and Prompto immediately stretched his mouth a bit. The corners of it were raw.
Ignis pressed his gloved fingertips to Prompto's lips. "Would you be so kind?" he asked, though it was most certainly a command and not a request. Prompto bit down on the supple leather gently and tugged, struggling a bit without the use of his hands but eventually getting the first glove off. The second stayed on. Ignis laid the glove down on the bedside table and traded it for the bottle of lubricant.
"Raise your hips, kitten," Ignis said. Noctis stirred and somehow managed to get up onto his elbows and tuck his knees under his body again, presenting his dribbling ass for Ignis. The taller man's bare hand caught the fluids, Gladio's from earlier, using a few fingers to clean him out. He spanked Noctis suddenly with his gloved hand, earning a gasp and a long, thin moan from the prince, and presented the come, pooled in the palm of his hand and covering his first two fingers, before Prompto.
"A treat for our pup," he stated. Prompto hesitated for a moment but dipped his head, licking and sucking up all of it, suckling at Ignis' fingers greedily even after they were clean. He felt Gladio's breath on the side of his neck as the huge man behind him nuzzled into his hair, teeth grazing the shell of his ear. "Good boy," he breathed. He always liked to watch Prompto's mouth, and the thought of pleasing him sent a thrill through Prompto's body and he arched, spine and muscles bending to Gladio's shape, desperate for contact. Gladio, always more likely to give into desire rather than enforce discipline, started to bring his hands around Prompto's hips, burying his nose in his messier-than-usual blonde hair.
"Careful not to spoil him," Ignis warned, and Gladio withdrew his attention. He grasped the back of Prompto's neck firmly and looked down at the remote in his other hand. Prompto's body jerked as he fiddled with the controls, changing the speeds several unpredictable times. He chuckled softly, the low rumble making Prompto squirm, feeling the pull of his hips wanting to grind against something again. His cock truly ached, so full and heavy and untouched, and the persistent buzzing inside him ensured he barely enjoyed the sensation of being turned on. Prompto was grateful for Gladio's firm hold, otherwise he thought he might have collapsed on the floor by now. It took everything he had to not rut shamelessly against Gladio's crotch and scream and come just from frustration. Being quiet and still was a challenge to say the least, which was no doubt why Ignis chose it as his punishment.
Ignis had turned Noctis around onto his back and was reaching down to tweak his nipples with the gloved hand now. Noctis twitched and arched, moaning softly, a light layer of sweat shining on his pale throat and shoulders. His chest rose and fell in a stuttered rhythm and his hips rocked lazily upward, cock full and wet with precome, having not yet climaxed.
"So nice and responsive, yet ever demure," Ignis mused. "Where is that cat in heat from earlier?"
"I fucked him away," Gladio responded over Prompto's shoulder. "Sorry, Ignis."
"Not a problem. This is just the kind of show I'd like to put on for our friend," Ignis replied. "Hard and then soft." Noctis' hips were in his lap, and Ignis' gloveless hand applied lube to his own smooth, red cock while the other one held onto the crook of one knee..
"See how nice and pliant he is for me," Ignis said, leaning forward to press himself in. Noctis sighed, the sound twisting itself into a whimper as Ignis seated himself fully inside the prince in one slow motion.
Prompto's bottom lip was dry and swollen from biting it, so his mouth hung slack and trembling as he watched Noctis twist his hands in the sheets, meeting Ignis' smooth thrusts in languid, sleepy movements. It turned out to be a good thing, as it made it easier for him to gasp and breathe into it when Gladio randomly played with the vibrator's settings. There was absolutely no rhyme or reason; he seemed to enjoy surprising Prompto rather than punishing him. It was worse than before, but Prompto was getting better at working through it. His fingernails dug into his palms.
What Ignis lacked in power he made up for with frightening precision, always able to find and abuse spots that made the boys scream in ecstasy and come untouched. He shifted his angle every now and then, watching Noctis closely for his body's involuntary reactions. Yet he was definitely being more gentle than usual, and it was unsettling to Prompto.
"That's it, sweetheart," Ignis murmured as he found an angle that made Noctis keen, leaning forward and closing the space between them to lay kisses on Noctis' chest and neck and mouth. A cold realization started to creep over Prompto.
That was his favorite thing. He liked to fuck Noctis sweetly, he liked to call him all sorts of gooey pet names, he liked to kiss the prince breathless and make him sing Prompto's name as he shuddered and came. Gladio liked to fuck the air out of his lungs, Ignis liked to push him to the point of pleasurable madness, and Prompto liked to hold him close and move together with him until they both drowned in the feeling. Ignis had seen it, ordered it even; he knew, and he was was taking Prompto's place and making him a bystander.
It was beautiful and it was utterly agonizing. Prompto could see now that Ignis was doing everything exactly as he would, except probably better, dammit, because it was Ignis and he was a genius. Noct was already close, his shaking arms wrapped tightly around Ignis now, trying desperately to keep at a certain rhythm and angle.
"Ignis..." he whispered between shaky gulps of air. Ignis nuzzled into his neck, then turned to look at Prompto.
"Yes, darling. On second thought, why don't you try saying his name?"
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struggled a bit writing this part and it got really long but I'm really excited to share what I think is going to be the last! I hope to have it done before the end of 2016 ;) - Filler