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Prompto no longer waited in the tent every night. Now he was able to sit around camp while Ignis finished doing Ignis things, like planning breakfast for the morning and packing away non-essentials, before he would come over and gesture his head toward the rocks and Prompto would follow like an eager puppy. They shared cigarettes and lite conversation ranging from past experiences to their individual hobbies, finally getting to really know each other for the first time in the several years spent in each other’s company.
The drawback, however, was that he was beginning to experience cravings at inopportune times and was getting snappy and restless whenever there wasn’t something to occupy his mind. This was why he had quit in the first place, and he couldn’t help but resent Ignis a little for his encouragement of the habit; though he knew it wasn’t exactly the other man’s fault and he could just stop again if he really wanted. He didn’t want to, though, because he savored the nights spent in the man’s company like some people would a fine wine, and he feared that if he stopped smoking their routine would also end. Still, whenever Ignis would flash him a knowing smirk as he bounced his leg during a long car ride, or after he snapped at his best friend for stealing his food or something equally trivial, he couldn’t help but hate him just a little and wonder why the hell he had this dumb crush in the first place; the man was the absolute worst.
There were even times when he would take extra time in his nightly regime until Prompto whined out his name and he would just cock an eyebrow and ask, “Need something?” Or he would wait until Prompto went to the bushes to take a leek and then start without him so he was mostly finished by the time he finally got back and the blonde would only get a few hits in before the evil man would snap the case closed and walk back to the tent without hearing any sort of protest. Tonight was one of those of those nights. He had held it as long as he could while Ignis took an infuriatingly long time inventorying their supplies but eventually had to give in. He thought he had been fast enough to avoid getting left behind again but came back to an empty camp, still buttoning his fly.
Thankfully Ignis had only just lit the first cigarette so he wouldn’t be left unsatisfied again. He sat beside him on the flat surface of the rock and waited for the other man to pass it over, but it was soon half gone and he still hadn’t gotten any of it.
“Iggy?” he questioned, wondering if he had actually done something to anger the other man into not wanting to share anymore.
Ignis took his time breathing out his most recent inhale before looking over at Prompto with a flat stare and saying, “This is my last one,” like it was a more than reasonable explanation for being a selfish jackass.
“We can still share though, right?” Prompto pouted, hoping he could be cute enough to get the other man to give him what he wanted.
“You know, if you want them so bad you could always consider getting your own,” Ignis deadpanned while taking another drag, causing Prompto to whine in frustration.
“Iggy please,” he begged. The advisor sighed deeply before looking over with a devilish smirk on his face.
“Fine, but we’re going to have to make it count for both of us. Open your mouth,” Prompto was confused as the other man quickly took another drag for himself, but didn’t exhale.
“Wha-“ he was cut off when Ignis used the question to cover Prompto’s mouth with his own and blow the smoke into it. Thankfully he realized what was going on and inhaled before he choked, blowing the smoke out when the older man retreated back from his lips.
“You could’ve given me more warning you know,” Prompto panted, breathlessness having almost nothing to do with the smoke.
“I could have, but where would the fun be in that? Now do you want more or not?” the blonde had to stop himself from nodding too eagerly and force his heart to not pound out of his chest when Ignis again pressed his mouth to his. He almost hated that he had to focus on inhaling the smoke and couldn’t do anything to reciprocate the not-kiss, but he did really need the nicotine. He wondered briefly if the other man had any idea what he was doing him before remembering that this was Ignis; of course he had an idea, he probably had a whole fucking thesis. Prompto whined when the cigarette was snuffed out, more for what it ended than anything else, and glared over at Ignis who was casually leaning back on the rock and looking incredibly smug.
“Why did you do that?” he asked, trying to keep a wobble out of his voice and stand firm against the other’s torture.
“Because I wanted to,” Ignis answered in the droll, uninterested tone that Prompto hated to love, “And because you wanted me to. I grew tired of waiting for you to make a move.” The gunner’s mouth fell open in shock. Whatever he was expecting it certainly wasn’t that, and it took a few seconds for his brain to finish processing the information before he trusted himself to respond. Ignis; beautiful, seductive, perfect Ignis wanted him? He must have cut off too much oxygen with that last inhale because no way was that right. “So, if you’re finished with your temper tantrum, perhaps we could indulge in a different type of stress relief?”
“You’re an asshole,” Prompto managed to get out before moving over to violently crash their mouths together, calling it a victory when Ignis took about half a second to respond. Their lips danced together in perfect rhythm for a while, and he didn’t even care about the stupid noises he was making because he had dreamt of this for so long and still wasn’t really able to believe it was actually happening. Air soon became an issue, and Ignis pulled them apart with a soft nibble of his bottom lip.
“I should make up for my untoward behavior, ” he whispered into Prompto’s ear before sucking on the lobe to extract a small moan and moving to slide off the rock, pulling the blonde with him. Faster than the gunner could even begin to ask what was going on his mouth was claimed again and hands found their way under his shirt to stroke his sides. He mewled into the older man’s mouth and wrapped his arms around his neck as he was pushed gently against the rock and the hands moved to palm the front of his pants.
“Gods Iggy,” he groaned out when his mouth was released and hot kisses were pressed to the side of neck along with a few gentle bites. He wanted to respond back, to give as good as he got, but he was never given the chance as his brain took too long to respond to any command he was giving it when his belt was unclasped and his partner’s head was moved out of reach.
“Ignis fu-“ the blonde was cut off for the second time that night, this time by the advisor wrapping his lips around his cock. His tongue swirled around the head, and Prompto could do little but toss his head back and moan his appreciation for the sudden move. Ignis licked the underside of his cock and dug his tongue into the slit before beginning to move, sucking him like a cigarette with his mouth again in that perfect ‘o’ shape.
The gunner groaned and fisted his hands in the other’s hair as he bobbed his head back and forth, taking his entire length into the back of his throat and then out again. He knew he wasn’t going to last long with this treatment and how pent up he was, and he weakly tried to warn the advisor with a breathy call of his name but was ignored. He came with a shout down Ignis’ throat, grasping his head for purchase as the man licked and sucked him dry. He leaned against the wall panting as the older man released him and fixed his pants.
“What about you?” he mumbled weakly as Ignis stood back up fluidly and brushed the dirt off his knees.
“Hush,” was the only response he received as a cigarette was stuffed into his mouth and lit for him. He inhaled deeply and blew smoke with a contented sigh before his brain caught on to what just happened.
“You jerk, you had more the whole time?” Prompto smacked the advisor playfully on the arm as he chuckled.
“Yes, and you’ll be paying me back for sharing so generously the next time we have the luxury of a real bed,” the older man purred while moving in closer.
“W-why would I do that?” the blonde stammered.
“Simple,” Ignis said with a smirk, snatching the cigarette from Prompto’s lips, “you’re addicted now.”