Three days. He hadn't even seen Ignis the next day, and the day after that he went back to business like usual. As if nothing had happened. Noctis had looked for some opportunity to find and snatch the key, and half wondered if Ignis had even brought it back with him.
As much as he thought he could just try not to think of sex, ever since he'd been locked up the only thing he could think of was his penis. He constantly wondered if anyone else could tell - though it didn't seem like it based on their reactions. He quietly slipped into stalls so that no one else would see. And damnit, he was trying to chat with Prompto and he could hardly even listen to what the other boy was saying. He found himself staring at his lips and wondering how warm his mouth was, and mentally screamed at himself to back off.
"Hey, what's up?"
Noctis was stunned back into listening when Prompto had clearly noticed his dazed expression. Looking away, he tried to brush it off. "Just... thinking about a girl."
Normally Prompto was the one to bring up girls, but there was no way in hell he was going to say he was thinking of Prompto.
"Really?" Prompto broke into a large smile. With a soft laugh he playfully jabbed Noctis' arm. "Who is it?"
"No one important," Noctis muttered, keeping his eyes turned away.
"Come on, bro, you can tell me!" Prompto urged. Noctis sighed heavily, mumbling and muttering his way out of an admission.
Trying to train with Gladio was even worse. He felt like he needed to take great care in his movements, and Gladio never lightened up in his training. He wanted to scream when he chided him, but he wouldn't dare admit what was causing a problem.
After three days he couldn't take it a second longer. He managed to break away from Prompto earlier than normal to head home and stormed down the hallway with purpose. Somehow he could tell Ignis had been there even before he opened the door. Did Ignis somehow even close the door more neatly than him? He didn't know, he could just sense him.
He threw it open and, realizing what the were going to talk about, made sure to slam it shut behind him. As he suspected, Ignis was in the kitchen cooking dinner.
Still turning red in the face, he suppressed his embarrassment to confront him. "I need it off!"
They way Ignis looked at him and quietly pushed off his glasses was as if Noctis had just asked if he could stay up late.
"It's there to protect you," he explained.
"I can't take it anymore." He threw his bag down and marched up to the counter. "I'm going to explode if I don't take it off. It's driving me crazy!"
Ignis stared at him momentarily with a calm expression, weighing his options. For as strict as people considered Ignis, Noctis knew the truth. He was disciplined, but soft. He gave into pouts and quietly endured Noctis' rebellions. He even succumbed to Prompto's pleas on occassion. Noctis blatantly disobeyed him right in front of his eyes sometimes because he knew he could. He had never been the dictator that some people thought he was.
When he heard Ignis' restrained sigh he felt his chest relax. He was giving in.
"Where's the key?" he asked, his demanding tone lightening.
"I have it," Ignis stated plainly as he rounded the corner of the counter. His expression had softened, showing some pity for Noctis' state as he headed towards the bathroom. "We'll have to do something about this."
Most of Noctis' anger had flushed away as he was overwhelmed with relief. Following Iggy, he couldn't wait to be free, even if pulling his pants down around him again was going to be a little weird. Once they were in the bathroom he glanced back at the door and closed it after a second. Even if they were alone in the apartment, it felt too exposed to leave it open.
But when he looked at Iggy he didn't see him holding a key. He was standing, arms folded, examining him as if he was determining something.
"What is it?" Noctis hesitantly asked, feeling strangely vulnerable under his eyes.
"In here should be fine," was the unusual answer he got.
"Fine for what?" Noctis' voice raised.
"It'll be easier to clean up the mess in here," Ignis explained, and Noctis realized they weren't on the same page at all. He hardly got to argue before Ignis was guiding him towards the bathtub with a gentle, "Here."
Noctis had already stepped in fully clothed before he managed to protest, "Hold on a minute."
"Do you want to take off your shoes?" Ignis asked. Noctis stared at his expression, both concerned and desperately trying to tend to him, and was floored by how much he got it wrong sometimes.
"I don't think I can do this."
"It's fine, I'll take care of it," Ignis reassured him. He really wasn't getting it. A mixture of nerves and excitement flooded through Noctis. He was dying to get off, but at the same time this was Ignis. How could he do this with Ignis?
The other man didn't seem to have the same concern as he stepped into the tub with him. He took the flustered prince and gently guided him onto his knees. Noctis' breath hitched. He was still fully clothes, with Ignis on his knees behind him and hand holding his stomach, but he knew any second he was going to go for his pants. His mind was flailing in every direction, but the frenzied need of his body kept him frozen in place on hands and knees. He clenched his fists, staring at the drain in front of him.
His pants were pulled down. All the way to his knees this time, and then yanked along down to his ankles. "Getting them out of the way," Noctis thought, eyes squeezed closed.
It surprised him that it took Ignis some time to do anything. He sat on his knees behind him, looking over Noctis' smooth rear end. Truth be told, he didn't have much experience with anything like this, but he had read the articles in Noctis' magazines. He tried to determine the best way to please Noctis, relying on his own personal experience and literature.
The wait was killing Noctis, and he slammed his fist on the bottom of the tub when Ignis stepped out of it. He opened up the cupboard and so patiently looked around through it while Noctis felt like he was going to die. He wanted to grab himself and jerk off, but he knew the damn cage was in the way. His hot, shaky breaths hit the cold porcelain of the tub.
When Ignis got back in the first thing he was painfully aware of was him removing a glove. He'd been wearing those a lot lately. Noctis hadn't asked about them, but he was getting used to him having gloves on.
Ignis dug his fingers into the jar of vaseline. It had been the closest thing around and he knew it was safe. He tucked his gloved hand between Noctis' legs to cup his sack, and the moment he touched flesh he felt Noctis flinch and stiffen. He looked at if he was going to lose it any moment. Ignis gently massaged his balls as he pressed the tip of his finger against his entrance.
The lube was cold against his skin. His nerves tingled as Ignis rolled his finger around his hole before dipping inside. Noctis gasped, but it didn't hurt at all. It wasn't even uncomfortable like he thought it would be. Before he even realized it, Ignis had pressed a second finger inside of him and was pushing them further in. The hand around his sack was keeping him writhing in place. No matter how hard he tried, self-control was out the window. His cock was squeezed tightly inside of the cage, but no matter how it tried there was just no space for it to get bigger. It hurt, and at the same time he still felt amazing.
That only grew when Ignis' fingers plunged into him and curled up against a sweet spot he never even knew he had. All at once too many sensations overwhelmed him. Ignis' fingers were so long, and they rolled around the firm lump inside of him steadily. He slammed his fist against the tub again, strangling back a cry. It was too much. No one had even touched him before, he had no resistance.
He barely had the presence of mind to choke back his own yell when the unthinkable happened - even with his cock bound and unable to get erect, a stream of cum poured out of the cage. Ignis could feel Noctis tensing up around his fingers as he came, and his sack tightening. His body all went stiff, and he watched as his prince beat at the tub and mewled pitifully. When he was finally finished he was a sweaty, panting mess, ready to collapse on his own puddle of cum.
Ignis held him up, pulling him away from the mess and sitting him by the edge of the tub. Noctis had finally stopped resisting and stayed still as he prepared a warm washcloth and resistance cleaned him off. He moved his penis every which way to wipe every centimeter of it, scrubbing off the cage along with it. Noctis stubbornly leaned back against the wall of the tub, not even opening his eyes as he panted.
Ignis watched him for a moment, but when it was clear that Noctis wasn't going to move he slid his arms under him to scoop him up and carry him to the couch. Though Ignis could tell he hadn't been asleep at first, by the time he set him down Noctis had dozed off. For a brief moment he paused, brushing Noctis' damp bangs away from his eyes. Then he fixed his pants and went to clean up.
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Date: 2017-01-19 08:20 am (UTC)As much as he thought he could just try not to think of sex, ever since he'd been locked up the only thing he could think of was his penis. He constantly wondered if anyone else could tell - though it didn't seem like it based on their reactions. He quietly slipped into stalls so that no one else would see. And damnit, he was trying to chat with Prompto and he could hardly even listen to what the other boy was saying. He found himself staring at his lips and wondering how warm his mouth was, and mentally screamed at himself to back off.
"Hey, what's up?"
Noctis was stunned back into listening when Prompto had clearly noticed his dazed expression. Looking away, he tried to brush it off. "Just... thinking about a girl."
Normally Prompto was the one to bring up girls, but there was no way in hell he was going to say he was thinking of Prompto.
"Really?" Prompto broke into a large smile. With a soft laugh he playfully jabbed Noctis' arm. "Who is it?"
"No one important," Noctis muttered, keeping his eyes turned away.
"Come on, bro, you can tell me!" Prompto urged. Noctis sighed heavily, mumbling and muttering his way out of an admission.
Trying to train with Gladio was even worse. He felt like he needed to take great care in his movements, and Gladio never lightened up in his training. He wanted to scream when he chided him, but he wouldn't dare admit what was causing a problem.
After three days he couldn't take it a second longer. He managed to break away from Prompto earlier than normal to head home and stormed down the hallway with purpose. Somehow he could tell Ignis had been there even before he opened the door. Did Ignis somehow even close the door more neatly than him? He didn't know, he could just sense him.
He threw it open and, realizing what the were going to talk about, made sure to slam it shut behind him. As he suspected, Ignis was in the kitchen cooking dinner.
Still turning red in the face, he suppressed his embarrassment to confront him. "I need it off!"
They way Ignis looked at him and quietly pushed off his glasses was as if Noctis had just asked if he could stay up late.
"It's there to protect you," he explained.
"I can't take it anymore." He threw his bag down and marched up to the counter. "I'm going to explode if I don't take it off. It's driving me crazy!"
Ignis stared at him momentarily with a calm expression, weighing his options. For as strict as people considered Ignis, Noctis knew the truth. He was disciplined, but soft. He gave into pouts and quietly endured Noctis' rebellions. He even succumbed to Prompto's pleas on occassion. Noctis blatantly disobeyed him right in front of his eyes sometimes because he knew he could. He had never been the dictator that some people thought he was.
When he heard Ignis' restrained sigh he felt his chest relax. He was giving in.
"Where's the key?" he asked, his demanding tone lightening.
"I have it," Ignis stated plainly as he rounded the corner of the counter. His expression had softened, showing some pity for Noctis' state as he headed towards the bathroom. "We'll have to do something about this."
Most of Noctis' anger had flushed away as he was overwhelmed with relief. Following Iggy, he couldn't wait to be free, even if pulling his pants down around him again was going to be a little weird. Once they were in the bathroom he glanced back at the door and closed it after a second. Even if they were alone in the apartment, it felt too exposed to leave it open.
But when he looked at Iggy he didn't see him holding a key. He was standing, arms folded, examining him as if he was determining something.
"What is it?" Noctis hesitantly asked, feeling strangely vulnerable under his eyes.
"In here should be fine," was the unusual answer he got.
"Fine for what?" Noctis' voice raised.
"It'll be easier to clean up the mess in here," Ignis explained, and Noctis realized they weren't on the same page at all. He hardly got to argue before Ignis was guiding him towards the bathtub with a gentle, "Here."
Noctis had already stepped in fully clothed before he managed to protest, "Hold on a minute."
"Do you want to take off your shoes?" Ignis asked. Noctis stared at his expression, both concerned and desperately trying to tend to him, and was floored by how much he got it wrong sometimes.
"I don't think I can do this."
"It's fine, I'll take care of it," Ignis reassured him. He really wasn't getting it. A mixture of nerves and excitement flooded through Noctis. He was dying to get off, but at the same time this was Ignis. How could he do this with Ignis?
The other man didn't seem to have the same concern as he stepped into the tub with him. He took the flustered prince and gently guided him onto his knees. Noctis' breath hitched. He was still fully clothes, with Ignis on his knees behind him and hand holding his stomach, but he knew any second he was going to go for his pants. His mind was flailing in every direction, but the frenzied need of his body kept him frozen in place on hands and knees. He clenched his fists, staring at the drain in front of him.
His pants were pulled down. All the way to his knees this time, and then yanked along down to his ankles. "Getting them out of the way," Noctis thought, eyes squeezed closed.
It surprised him that it took Ignis some time to do anything. He sat on his knees behind him, looking over Noctis' smooth rear end. Truth be told, he didn't have much experience with anything like this, but he had read the articles in Noctis' magazines. He tried to determine the best way to please Noctis, relying on his own personal experience and literature.
The wait was killing Noctis, and he slammed his fist on the bottom of the tub when Ignis stepped out of it. He opened up the cupboard and so patiently looked around through it while Noctis felt like he was going to die. He wanted to grab himself and jerk off, but he knew the damn cage was in the way. His hot, shaky breaths hit the cold porcelain of the tub.
When Ignis got back in the first thing he was painfully aware of was him removing a glove. He'd been wearing those a lot lately. Noctis hadn't asked about them, but he was getting used to him having gloves on.
Ignis dug his fingers into the jar of vaseline. It had been the closest thing around and he knew it was safe. He tucked his gloved hand between Noctis' legs to cup his sack, and the moment he touched flesh he felt Noctis flinch and stiffen. He looked at if he was going to lose it any moment. Ignis gently massaged his balls as he pressed the tip of his finger against his entrance.
The lube was cold against his skin. His nerves tingled as Ignis rolled his finger around his hole before dipping inside. Noctis gasped, but it didn't hurt at all. It wasn't even uncomfortable like he thought it would be. Before he even realized it, Ignis had pressed a second finger inside of him and was pushing them further in. The hand around his sack was keeping him writhing in place. No matter how hard he tried, self-control was out the window. His cock was squeezed tightly inside of the cage, but no matter how it tried there was just no space for it to get bigger. It hurt, and at the same time he still felt amazing.
That only grew when Ignis' fingers plunged into him and curled up against a sweet spot he never even knew he had. All at once too many sensations overwhelmed him. Ignis' fingers were so long, and they rolled around the firm lump inside of him steadily. He slammed his fist against the tub again, strangling back a cry. It was too much. No one had even touched him before, he had no resistance.
He barely had the presence of mind to choke back his own yell when the unthinkable happened - even with his cock bound and unable to get erect, a stream of cum poured out of the cage. Ignis could feel Noctis tensing up around his fingers as he came, and his sack tightening. His body all went stiff, and he watched as his prince beat at the tub and mewled pitifully. When he was finally finished he was a sweaty, panting mess, ready to collapse on his own puddle of cum.
Ignis held him up, pulling him away from the mess and sitting him by the edge of the tub. Noctis had finally stopped resisting and stayed still as he prepared a warm washcloth and resistance cleaned him off. He moved his penis every which way to wipe every centimeter of it, scrubbing off the cage along with it. Noctis stubbornly leaned back against the wall of the tub, not even opening his eyes as he panted.
Ignis watched him for a moment, but when it was clear that Noctis wasn't going to move he slid his arms under him to scoop him up and carry him to the couch. Though Ignis could tell he hadn't been asleep at first, by the time he set him down Noctis had dozed off. For a brief moment he paused, brushing Noctis' damp bangs away from his eyes. Then he fixed his pants and went to clean up.