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UPDATE 12/30/16: I'm looking for some help! Details here. (I'm always looking for more pinners; this is an open invitation.)
I've added/clarified some rules to make life easier to my pinners. Please refrain from changing the subject lines except when filling or updating a fill. It makes it easier for us to keep track of what we've already looked at. Thank you so much!
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Fill: Gladio/Prompto, oral sex & trans Prompto
Date: 2017-01-09 06:39 pm (UTC)warnings for some explicit language, and description of prompto's body - breasts and genitals - just in case this sort of language might negatively affect some readers!
“Think you pissed Ignis off,” Prompto says, with entirely too much cheer, skipping a step into the room. Gladio shuts the door behind them, and slings a smirk disguised as a glare to him as Prompto flops backwards onto the bed, spreadeagled in a star shape.
“Me? It wasn’t my hands that started wandering in the back seat of the car.”
The room is modest in its luxury, a mirror of its twin next door, small in size and almost wholly dominated by Gladio himself, eyeing Prompto as he pulls his tank off over his head, uncaring of where it falls, boots following soon after.
“Hey, I cannot be held liable for your-” Prompto waves his hand at him, gesturing. “Your- Touchability. It’s not my fault you insist on wearing tight jeans and no shirt half the time.”
He’s blushing, pink creeping over both cheeks and across to his ears, deliberately avoiding staring outright at Gladio’s bared chest, advancing at him from the door.
Gladio chuckles, nothing but a rumble, and centres one knee on the edge of the bed, covering Prompto in one movement. He settles slightly to the side, hips down, smirking at the obvious hitch in Prompto’s breathing, the subconscious spread of his thighs between the cage of Gladio’s knees.
“Like you weren’t loving it,” he says, voice low, one hand skirting beneath the hem of Prom’s shirt. “Like I couldn’t see you-” His hips rock, and Prompto gasps. “Creaming yourself just from watching.”
“Wow, you’re so eloquent, you know that?”
Gladio chuckles again, nuzzling Prompto’s jaw with his nose, dipping to his throat. The heat of his breath makes Prom shiver, hand coming up to pry weakly at Gladio’s bicep, ask for something, anything.
“Admit it.”
Prompto makes another soft noise, just a huffed breath, chasing Gladio’s lips. “Kiss me first,” he says, and Gladio grumbles as he relents, and kisses him, sinking his full weight down into the bed, hand protectively covering Prompto’s hip.
His fingers don’t stay still for long, unfastening Prom’s jeans, slipping over the jut of his hipbone. Prompto huffs into the kiss, letting his legs open, his hips roll up, asking once again.
The smirk on Gladio’s lips makes him pull back, lips red, lacking the forethought needed to scowl but trying anyway, snatching a new kiss with more teeth than strictly necessary. It earns him a growl, fingernails in the skin above his underwear, and Prompto can’t help but whine.
He didn’t want to admit that Gladio was right, and certainly not in such crude terms, but by the Gods, he wanted. Prompto was never not eager for Gladio, in all senses, but this was something desperate, hungry, snatching the air from his lungs with how acutely he needed.
Shameful perhaps, if Prom was the sort to bother with that sort of thing. He wasn’t.
“Gladio,” he says, mumbles into the lock of their kiss, rolls his hips again.
“Admit it,” Gladio says simply, still digging his nails into Prompto’s hip, dragging his kissing down his jaw, teeth nipping under his chin. Prompto groans in reply, hand groping at Gladio’s arm as if to will him to move, to touch.
“Fine! I was...slightly flustered, in the car.”
“Prompto.”
Gods, just hearing his name in that voice is enough to-
“Rather very flustered. A bit. Somewhat.”
“Mm…” Gladio’s hand finally slips beneath his underwear, wrist twisted to let his fingers press down over Prompto’s mound, push gently down and back, into the wet heat of his labia. “Good boy,” he says, breathing hard against Prom’s throat, stroking between his lips with two fingers.
Letting his head fall back, Prompto loses all his breath in a rush, feeling himself throb from the barest touch of two rough fingers.
“You’re fucking dripping, Prom.”
“Ugh, that tongue of yours,” Prompto says, voice taut, cheeks flooding with colour once again because it’s completely true. He’s been wet for ages, uncomfortably slick, made to sit for several hours in the Regalia in one unmoving position with no way of cleaning himself up, or stopping the daydreaming that was causing the problem in the first place.
Gladio’s fingers slide unhindered between his folds, and Prompto can do nothing but breathe, melt into the mattress, small beneath the unyielding weight of Gladio’s hips just left of centre, the bite of teeth on his jugular.
Gods, he wants.
“My tongue, huh?” Another gasp as Gladio lets his middle finger dip inside him, just the first knuckle before relenting, stroking forward and back. “You want my tongue?”
“That’s…” Prompto’s breath shudders. “Please, yes. I want-”
“You’ve been so patient, haven’t you? Sitting there soaked for me all this time.”
“Fuck-”
“With His Highness napping in the front seat, too. Is that grounds for treason, I wonder?”
Prom groans, pantomime dramatic, attempting to force Gladio’s arm. It’s like trying to coax a tree into politely rooting itself somewhere else, if it would be so kind.
“If it is,” he says, free hand pulling at the length of Gladio’s hair. “Then chop off my head later, just- Please-”
Gladio’s chuckle is reward enough, even though he removes his hand from Prompto’s underwear. His fingers are coated as he brings them up, and smirks around them, licking them clean as Prompto watches, mouth hanging slightly open to breathe.
“Clothes off,” Gladio says, wiping his now-clean fingers on his jeans, unzipping his own fly. He lounges on his side while Prompto hastily kicks his boots off and undresses, palming his erection through his boxers.
It’s not like Prompto was the only one affected by their backseat grope session, but his own arousal was easier to will away in the face of Ignis’ scolding, their banishment to a separate hotel room. Seeing Prom so worked up though, that’s something worth waiting for.
The binder is last to come off, Prompto stretching into a sitting position, hands lightly massaging his breasts before Gladio’s on him again, pulling him over him. His briefs are dark with how wet he is, and Gladio rumbles his pleasure as Prom settles to straddle his stomach, able to feel the heat of his arousal contrasted with the clammy cold of his underwear.
“Mm...I love seeing you like this,” he says, smoothing both hands up Prompto’s thighs. Silver lines curl around to the backs of his legs, mirrored beneath the slight swell of his stomach, barely noticeable against the pale of his skin. Gladio traces them with his fingertips, ley lines on a map, and doesn’t hesitate in pressing two to Prompto’s mound, watching the fabric of his briefs darken as wetness soaks through.
Prompto swears under his breath, weight shifting on his knees as Gladio circles the hood of his clit through his underwear. It’s good, it’s great, but it’s not enough.
Gladio’s tongue worries the slight mismatched gap between his own front teeth, and Prompto feels weak at the mere sight of it, the thought of that tongue in place of his fingers.
“Please,” he says again, inching forward, hands on Gladio’s chest. “You said-”
“Tongue, yeah, yeah. Gods, you’re keen.”
Gladio chuckles, easing down to lie flat on the bed, encouraging Prompto to move higher. His fingers pull at his underwear, and Prompto gets the hint, slipping it off one knee at a time, with only a slightly wrinkled nose at the state of the fabric, the feel of his own slick clinging in strings to his inner thighs.
He shifts, kneeling high, and Gladio’s hands come to cup the backs of his thighs, kneading his ass. There’s a tiny trail of hair below Prompto’s belly button, just a shade or two darker than the blonde of his head, and Gladio cranes his neck to nuzzle at it as soon as Prompto gets close enough, skin soft despite the tacky damp of the day’s sweat, the heated flush of arousal making his muscles quiver.
“Fuck,” Prompto says again, noting the elated flutter of Gladio’s eyelashes as he positions himself, straddling Gladio’s head, fingers shyly spreading his folds. An invitation. Permission.
Gladio glances up at him, and the heat of his voice makes Prompto gasp. “Now who’s being ineloquent?” he says, and then licks between the folds of Prompto’s pussy, letting his eyes fall shut once more.
It’s all he can do to keep his weight on his knees, Prompto moaning softly as Gladio’s tongue sets to work, large hands gripping his thighs from behind, subtly guiding his movement. His hips stutter forward, and he has to catch himself on the headboard, feeling Gladio’s breathy laugh from between his legs.
“Gladio,” he says, hissing, able to feel the slide of his labia over Gladio’s mouth, the barest hint of sharp stubble on his chin. “Gods, yes.”
Gladio’s eyes open at that, heavy-lidded. He watches Prompto’s expression, tongue rhythmically stroking back and forth, until Prompto’s hips start to rock in time, and Gladio immediately stops, holding Prompto in place, mouth open to press his tongue as deep as he can, prying for entrance.
A jarring moan, and Prompto’s hands fall to the bed beside Gladio’s head, barely keeping himself upright, letting Gladio’s tongue push inside him as best as the position allows, the tip of Gladio’s nose nudging his clit. He holds himself there, back starting to arch, sure he can come just from this alone-
Gladio’s hands move. His tongue leaves, and Prompto whines.
There’s a chuckle from between his legs, Gladio opening his eyes a crack just to look smug, apparently, as he brings his hands around, massaging Prompto’s thighs, encouraging him to keep himself up, keep going.
He doesn’t need much encouraging. Prompto tips his hips slightly, Gladio’s tongue swirling around his clit, torturous, enough that his thighs clench over Gladio’s ears, and Prompto grabs a handful of his hair to hold.
Gladio squeezes his thigh in response, and nuzzles his nose through Prom’s pubic hair, before going back to his clit, tongue alternating between short flicks and long, slow circles, just when Prompto’s toes start to curl.
“Mm…” Prompto’s fingers scritch over Gladio’s scalp, tangled in his hair, starting to roll his hips with every stroke of Gladio’s tongue. He tips his head back, and Gladio slips one hand back to grope at his ass, knead the muscles struggling to keep him kneeling through the building pressure.
Prompto moans, insistent and short, voicing every breath, hips stuttering, desperate to keep Gladio’s tongue in place over his clit. Just another moment more-
He comes, loud, both hands and thighs clamped to Gladio’s head as he eats his clit through his climax. Gladio can barely breathe, drowning in the heat, the smell, the taste of Prompto squirming above him.
It’d be difficult to explain to Ignis if he suffocated. Snuffed by Prompto’s pussy. Still, it’d be worth it.
Even as Prompto snatches his breath, loosening his vice-grip around Gladio’s head, relaxing as much as he can, Gladio doesn’t stop, only slowing down his movements, languidly lapping Prompto’s pussy from back to front.
“Gladio,” Prompto says, whining his exhales. He wriggles, but Gladio’s hands keep his hips in place, his thigh muscles jumping in protest, still rocked with pleasured aftershocks. “I can’t… Gods-”
“Turn round.”
Gladio’s voice is rough, rumbling through his chest, making Prompto whine again as he pulls back, stubble prickling at his sensitive flesh. The entire lower half of his face is covered, soaked with slick and saliva, lips red and wet, his beard even darker than usual. “Sit properly, full weight.”
Thighs shuddering, Prompto obeys as best he can, weakly turning, propping himself on Gladio’s stomach. He stretches his legs out, knees thanking him, before Gladio pulls him the rest of the way, and he’s sitting completely on Gladio’s mouth, supported only by his hands.
“Fuck, Gladio-” There’s a grumble from below him, Gladio’s chest heaving. Prompto has to dig his heels into the bed to keep from wobbling, hands flat on Gladio’s abs. “Oh fuck.”
“Shut up and sit, Prom.”
Before he can settle, Gladio’s tongue is moving again, groping through his folds, dipping into his cunt, feeling impossibly large to Prompto, who drops his weight as he relaxes, and moans Gladio’s name.
There’s a thin line between balancing and falling, but Prompto can’t find it in himself to care much for the logistics, fucking himself on Gladio’s tongue as best as he physically can, hips rocking forward and back, chasing the hard line of Gladio’s chin, the soft heat of his mouth an agonising contrast.
He swears again, and Gladio flattens his tongue, letting him move over it however he needs to, Prompto able to feel the coarseness of his stubble just out of reach of his clit. The bite of it is almost enough, but not quite, so Prompto rubs his clit himself, two fingers rhythmic, fast, stroking back and forth, Gladio’s tongue only a few inches further back, lapping at his pussy.
Dimly, Prompto’s aware of one of Gladio’s hands leaving his hip, reaching down past him. Gladio slips his cock out of his open jeans, and lets the tip push through his curled palm in rhythm with Prompto’s movements, barely touching, but leaking all the same.
The sight makes Prom groan, and settle even more fully on Gladio’s face, riding him while he works his own clit, his legs out straight, toes rucking the bedcovers. His thighs shake, and Prompto arcs his back, moaning out loud, a jumbled mix of noise and Gladio’s name as pleasure builds again to an untenable peak.
Tensing, wrist moving fast and clumsy, the feeling suddenly breaks, and Prompto cries out as he comes.
His legs kick straight, feet clenched, free hand on Gladio’s chest the only balance he has as he rides Gladio’s tongue, spine arched. “Fuck, fuck, Gods, yes-”
He wobbles, and the whooping sensation in his stomach only adds to the full-body pleasure, half aware of Gladio’s hands on his hips holding him upright as he shivers past climax, hips slowing their rocking, every touch suddenly a hundred times more intense.
Gladio licks still, gentler now, dipping into his cunt, lapping up the rush of extra fluid there, then further back and forward again, cleaning him as softly as he can. Shaking, Prompto inches off his chin, and the view is worth the hours of mind-numbing nothingness in the Regalia, with only Prompto’s wandering hands to occupy him - Prompto’s pussy wet and dripping, labia swollen, flushed pink from his clit down to the twitching muscles of his hole.
Gladio can’t help his own low moan. “Nice view, Prom,” he mumbles, voice overwrought, squeezing Prompto’s hips and helping him turn to settle by Gladio’s side, half-draped over his chest.
“You’re still being mouthy, even after I just sat on your face?”
A chuckle, and Gladio wraps an arm around him, nuzzling his nose into Prompto’s hair. “Hey!” Prompto pulls away, scowling. “Don’t you dare wipe your gross face in my hair after what you just did.”
Another dry laugh. “Technically, this is your gross.”
Prompto pulls a face, wrinkling his nose as Gladio wipes his mouth on the back of his hand, and then licks the mess it leaves, huffing like a great sated beast cleaning its paws.
“Okay that’s gross,” Prompto says, but he settles his head down on Gladio’s shoulder all the same, hand wandering to follow the reddish hair trailing down over his stomach. “And yet still kinda hot.”
Gladio laughs, breaking off with a rushed breath as Prompto’s hand slips below the waistband of his boxers, gently stroking over his neglected cock. “You’re hot,” he says, a little strained, and Prompto laughs in return.
“Eloquent,” he says, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to Gladio’s throat as he starts to repay the favour.
Re: Fill: Gladio/Prompto, oral sex & trans Prompto
Date: 2017-01-09 08:06 pm (UTC)Re: Fill: Gladio/Prompto, oral sex & trans Prompto
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