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[FILL] Noctis/Nyx, Bodyguarding (1/5)
Date: 2017-08-01 05:09 am (UTC)This was not where he thought this night would go.
Guard duty at the Citadel was simple enough, often quiet and boring and a way to find newer and much stupider ways to keep his mind entertained. But guard shift during a gala where he'd been put on Royal duty? He was learning this would be a challenge he didn't expect.
Prince Noctis tried valiantly to keep his balance where he walked beside Nyx, but he kept listing into the older man as the Glaive carefully led him along the outskirts of the party to a side door meant for the catering staff. At some point, Nyx had hooked the prince's arm under his own and just allowed the poor kid to lean fully into him as they went, carefully avoiding any curious stares or uncomfortable questions as he escorted the prince out of the ballroom. For his own good, obviously, because as soon as Nyx shut the door behind them, the prince lost all composure and clung to his arm like a lifeline.
"I hate parties..." Noctis was mumbling under his breath, "Too many... weird people... staring at me..."
Nyx said nothing, glancing around the halls they took, making slow progress back to the prince's suite of rooms. The sooner he got the heir back to his room, the sooner he could check in. At some point, Noctis had tripped over himself and thank the graces of his training for allowing him to react quickly enough to catch him.
"You okay there, your Highness?" Nyx asked, carefully righting to young man and trying to keep him vertical.
Noctis shook his head dejectedly, "I'm—I am never okay—"
Nyx blinked, "That's a little heavy, kid—shit—"
Noctis nearly leaned too far over again and Nyx muttered under his breath about wayward princes as he simply heaved the heir into his arms bridal-style, sighing as he adjusted the shorter male's body in his arms.
"Prince Noctis, hey there, arms around my neck—just like that, perfect." Nyx coaxed him quietly, meeting the bleary-eyed gaze that stared at him so intently through a drunken haze, "Problem, your highness?"
Noctis blinked owlishly at him, shaking his head slowly, and then, "You have... really pretty eyes." He smiled shyly, his arms going lax around the Glaive's shoulder's, teeth chewing on his bottom lip, "Never seen... a pretty blue like that..."
"...thanks. Hold on, please."
The rest of the walk across the Citadel was nothing but a stream of slurred compliments about his eyes, his looks, his tattoos; it was funny, but Nyx was trying to remain professional, despite the fact he held the drunk Prince of Lucis in his arms.
"They're like... like oceans, or-or... hmm... Maybe diamonds? Blue diamonds. Sparkly."
Nyx interjected then, "Those are called sapphires, Prince Noctis."
Noctis stared at him, and grinned a little lopsided, and tilted his head a little too close for comfort, "You have a nice voice, too... say something else. My name. I liked that."
Nyx kept his eyes forward as he walked, tightening his hold on the prince, now determined not to say another word. The prince pouted at him (it was cute, Nyx was so conflicted—), but dropped his head on Nyx's shoulder and kept mumbling to himself about Nyx's eyes the rest of the way to his rooms. Getting into the room was a bit difficult, with Noctis wiggling too much and trying to help open the door, but eventually they got inside and Nyx was able to set Prince 'Made of Octopi' Noctis on his feet again.
"Alright kid, bedtime. Let's go." Nyx walked him to his bed and carefully sat him down, "Will you be okay?"
Noctis was peering up at him, squinting a little in the dark, "Suns." he said, as if making a much deliberated decision.
"...pardon?"
The prince gave a very sharp nod, "Two blue suns."
Nyx groaned under his breath and rubbed a hand down his face, "Thanks, I think. Your highness, it's been fun. But you need to sleep."
He gave a short bow and started walking away to take up his post outside, but a hand darted out to grab his, yanked hard, and he fell back onto the bed—it only happened because the prince caught him off-guard and that was it. When a lithe body crawled over him with uncoordinated limbs, he was quick to grab hold of both shoulders and held the prince back.
"No." Nyx intoned firmly, finally shaking off his surprise and sitting up until the prince was perched on his lap, "You are very drunk and that is a bad idea."
The sudden hurt in the young man's face made a twinge of guilt stab in his mind, but he barreled on, carefully removing the heir from his lap and making him sit on the bed instead.
"Your highness, as flattered as I am, drunk sex is never good sex." Nyx gave him a lopsided smile, daring to lift a hand and brush away a swathe of black hair from watery eyes. "You need to sleep, kid."
Noctis muttered something under his breath and Nyx leaned closer, "Didn't catch that."
The prince huffed in minor annoyance before he replied, looking up at Nyx from beneath dark lashes and layers of ebony bangs, "Could you... stay? Maybe. Yeah. Please?"
Taking in the quiet pleading, the vulnerability, it made the Glaive feel more than a little sorry for the heir and he did what he didn't expect himself to do— Nyx gave in. Giving the prince an apologetic smile, he nodded at the head of the bed for Noctis to get in it and turned away as he waited for Noctis to wrestle off the wrinkled remains of his tailored suit. He waited until Noctis had called out to him before he removed his boots and coat, and went to lay up against the headboard on top of the covers. He let the prince cuddle up against his side under his arm and waited until he was comfortable before resting his arm around bare shoulders.
"Thanks..." Noctis mumbled against his chest sleepily, his exhaustion already taking over.
"Not a problem, your highness."
Re: [FILL] Noctis/Nyx, Bodyguarding (2/5)
Date: 2017-08-01 05:09 am (UTC)Recognizing the ceiling of the prince's bedroom, he looked down to see the rumpled sheets and blanket tossed away and the very prince he was meant to be guarding was gone. Sitting up though, he heard the shower running in the next room. Rubbing his hands tiredly up and down his face and feeling a night's old stubble along his chin and jawline, he swung his legs off the bed and grabbed for his boots to start tugging them on. Just as he was pulling on the first boot, Noctis himself emerged from the bathroom in nothing but a towel around his waist.
The Glaive and the Prince stared openly at one another, Nyx keeping still as bright blue eyes gave him a slow once-over; before the young man walked up to him with an expression Nyx couldn't quite read. Unfortunately, it was hard to pull his eyes from the prince's chest, shining wet and flushed pink; Noctis was all lean muscle and light definition, soft lines and subtle curves. He was gorgeous and Nyx tightened his jaw to keep his mouth from falling open.
It was then he realized Noctis was stepping right up to him, stopping just between his feet on the cool floor, one hand clenched in the towel and the other balled in a loose fist at his side. Nyx looked up and met his open gaze and nearly lost his breath just then, because Noctis had eyes so blue, so bright and silver-like, they were ethereal in the morning light. He thought back to last night, when Noctis had practically waxed poetic about Nyx's eyes, while his own looked so unreal.
Nyx couldn't tear his eyes way from the prince's heavy gaze, the slow blink of his thick black lashes, the way his lips parted just so; he kept eye-contact as he lifted his hands to Noctis' narrow waist above the towel, noting the way those baby blues widened a fraction and his teeth scraped along his lower lip as Nyx's hands finally touched his skin. It was soft, slick, Nyx could feel the slight tremble in his abdominal muscles, as if Noctis was trying hard to stay still as he thumbed gentle circles above the jut of his hip bones. A tiny smile lifted the corners of the older man's mouth when Noctis took a step forward into his space, lifting his free hand to press against the back of the Glaive's hand.
Leaning forward slowly, never breaking their gaze, Nyx pressed a soft kiss against Noctis' stomach just above his navel; above him, a barely-audible sigh escaped the prince's parted lips and Nyx kept up the feathery kisses, around his navel and across his belly, he trailed kisses above the towel but never once tries to push it away or remove it. Nyx keeps his focus on the younger man's face, watching a flush of pink spread across his cheeks, down his neck—the color so sweet it reminded Nyx of pale roses, and quietly his thoughts strayed to just how lovely the prince looked in that moment.
Noctis was trembling at that point, the careful attention was different for him, and he suddenly dropped the towel when Nyx pulled away after a few more sweet kisses. Snapping out of his daze, and catching the sudden embarrassment in the prince's face, Nyx's eyes never left Noctis' face as he reached down for the cloth and wrapped the prince up again. He stood slowly, out of the other's space and bowed deeply.
"My apologies, your highness. I shouldn't have done that, but—" Nyx straightened again and his breath caught at the sight of those gorgeous eyes watching him so intently, "—you're beautiful, your highness."
Taking a fortifying breath and steeling himself, Nyx bent quickly to grab his boots and pick up his uniform coat from the nearby chair he'd left it on and tries not to think about how stupid and how really fucking inappropriate that was—when a hand on his arm stopped him. Nyx looked down to see Noctis staring up at him uncertainly, biting his lower lip as if he wasn't sure what to say or why he grabbed the Glaive (Nyx couldn't get the odd thought of cute out of his head in that moment). Nyx arched a questioning brow at the prince and the hand on his arm squeezed a bit.
"...I liked it. Uhm... you don't have to leave—if you don't want." Noctis spoke so quietly, with such a nervous energy; that alone made it harder for Nyx to walk away.
Nyx is so stunned, he lets Noctis tug him back to the bed and gently push him down on the covers again—automatically, Nyx's hands lifted to Noctis' waist as the prince rested his hands lightly on Nyx's shoulders. His eyes followed the slow creep of his palms up the Glaive's shoulders toward his neck, only to stop at the collar of his shirt and just before touching skin. Noctis is still nibbling on his lip, and he dropped his stare to meet the older man's, before his eyes flickering down again. After a moment, Nyx got the hint and leaned closer again, gaze meeting the prince's as he peppered light kisses from one hip to the other, keeping them chaste and simple as he went.
Minutes later, he pulled away and the full force of his stare met with the prince's, "Are you okay with this?"
Noctis gave him a short nod, but Nyx continued, "I need to hear you say it, your highness."
The young man hesitated only a minute, before the barest of shy smiles curved his lips and he spoke a breathy, "yes," because his cheeks are reddened and his chest is flushed a little pink as he pulls away entirely and sits on the bed next to Nyx, "Never been kissed like that before."
Noctis paused, then leaned up to lightly peck Nyx's cheek. He pulled back quickly enough as he fiddled with the edge of the towel in his lap. Nyx was still pleasantly surprised, but he held out his hand, palm up for the prince to take.
"Would you like more kisses? Yes or no?"
When Noctis gives him another soft "yes," Nyx turned enough to face him and cup his chin gently, then closed the short gap between them to kiss him; it's so soft, and so sweet, that Noctis sighs as he melts into it. But Nyx doesn't touch him anywhere else, not without asking permission each time. The quiet of the bedroom is broken only by whispered chants of "yes or no" between kisses down the younger man's neck and along his shoulders, between fingertip touches along his jaw and down his throat.
Carefully, Nyx guided him to lay back on his covers, supporting his larger bulk by his arms at either side of the prince's shoulders, giving him a searching look while something else swirled in his icy-blues. He eases himself down with restraint, and his kisses venture lower still, and the mantra continues until Nyx reaches just below his navel—meeting his eyes with warmth, that's what it was— when he pauses.
"I'll stop right now, if you're unsure. I won't take you anywhere you don't want to go. Yes or no?"
Noctis stares up at him, blinking a little quickly at the consideration. The Glaive was honestly asking his permission, treating him respectfully and kindly; who was this man and why had he never met him before?
His heart beats a little fast under that gaze as he takes a quick breath and the "yes" slips out on a gasp, and Nyx never once takes off the towel, but Noctis does push himself further up his bed to lay back, and the cloth splits enough to show an ample amount of thigh. Want emerges from the depths of Nyx and it's so sudden he's almost breathless, but he still asks first regardless.
"Can I kiss you here?" He points (he does not touch) to Noctis' thigh and the prince says "yes" a little eagerly, and Nyx feels the smile before he can fight it.
Nyx kisses every inch of exposed creamy skin until he reaches the prince's scrawny knees, covered in old scars and he smiles against the soft skin, kissing each little white mark; above him, Noctis is bright red, blushing so deeply he can feel his cheeks burn and his heart is like bird wings in his ribcage. A muffled whimper escaped him when he realized Nyx was kissing down the length of his leg, extending the limb with a firm hand cupping under his calf until the Glaive reached his ankle—where he pressed kisses on both sides. He did the same with the trembling prince's other leg, trailing playful kisses leading from his ankle to his knee—but no further, due to the towel draped over his thigh. Tentatively, Noctis started to open the towel where Nyx had tucked it around his waist earlier, but a quick hand darted up to stop him—when he looked, the older man was giving him a stern look.
"Not yet." He said, giving Noct's hand a reassuring squeeze, "Tell me what you want."
Re: [FILL] Noctis/Nyx, Bodyguarding (3/5)
Date: 2017-08-01 05:11 am (UTC)"May I touch you?" He ask, looking up at the elder with barely-masked hope in his eyes.
Nyx gave him a slow smile and a short nod, "You may."
Scrambling to stand up on his knees in front of the man, Nyx did the same before letting his arms fall loosely at his sides— where they stayed as Noctis unhooked each clasp down his torso to the hem and timidly pushing the vest off his shoulders and down his arms, allowing Nyx to sling it over the side of his bed. He asks "may I" again, and earns his second "you may," with trembling fingers lifts the hem of Nyx's black shirt upwards until the other lifts his arms up and allows Noctis to peel it off and drop it out of sight.
His sharp intake of breath wasn't lost on the Glaive, Nyx's smile turning just that much sharper at the edges. Noctis looked up at him, hands clenching briefly into fists before holding them out and stopping just before touching.
"May I…" He trailed off, not sure how to ask or articulate what he wanted.
"Touch wherever you want." There was a rough quality to Nyx's voice now, "I'd like to kiss you again, though." His mouth quirked upwards again, "Yes or no?"
Noctis tilted his head up instantly with a "yes" as he closed the gap himself.
The easy slide of their lips together felt so good, he wanted to press closer. He hadn't even touched the man yet and he could feel the heat of him, the proximity tingeing their kiss with a taste of desperation from Noctis as he carefully set his hands on Nyx's hips above the waistband of his leather trousers. Nyx was warm to the touch, hot even, with the gifted magic of the King coursing through him; it was different than his own magic, it didn't feel cold. Daring a little more, he skimmed his fingers upwards, occupied by the way Nyx coaxed him along and reveling in the sweetness of the kiss and the closeness.
Nyx pulled away with a slight gasp, a new tension in his shoulders when he did so. His eyes had lowered to find the prince's hands on his belly, fingertips skimming through the light dusting of dark hair that trailed down below his navel. Murmuring another question and earning an affirmative, Nyx took both of Noctis' hands in his and began kissing each of his fingertips one at a time, then his palms; he kept one slender hand pressed to his chest and the other— he ventured kisses down the prince's boney wrist. He trailed open-mouthed kisses all along his inner arm, stopping at the crease of his elbow, meeting his eyes in silent question until Noctis whispered another assent before he continued on. The action caused the prince's arm to drape over the man's shoulder, allowing the Glaive to press kisses up to his own and following the line of his shoulder to his neck.
Nyx huffed a quiet laugh against his skin, his breath warm against his leaping pulse, "You really are beautiful, your highness..." He whispered, keeping his voice low like he didn't want to shatter whatever was building between them.
Noctis closed his eyes as he inhaled a shaky breathy, angling his head back as the other's mouth pressed more gentle kisses up his neck and down along his jugular, "I think... you're just saying that..." His own voice was thin and self-depreciating, smiling wanly in the dark.
He felt Nyx stop, felt his lips twist against his skin, and hands gently take his waist as the Glaive pulled away to look him in the face. There was disappointment in his eyes and maybe a little anger in the cool depths of them.
"Have you seen yourself?" Nyx asked, completely serious.
The prince looked up in surprise and slowly shook his head in denial. The hands on his waist tightened a fraction, tugging him closer, the short gap between them lessening more. Nyx's gaze was intense and Noctis felt his body responding to it, leaning in and wanting. Something heavy settled between them, a tense anticipation as Nyx lowered his head and skimmed his lips against Noct's, both with eyes lidded and locked to the other's lips.
"You are too damned pretty to be king, your highness." Nyx whispered between them, trailing his hands up the prince's sides and making the young man shiver in his hold, "If I could, I'd keep you for myself. Claim you as mine."
Noctis licked his bottom lip, his tongue swiping across his own and Nyx's, "Claim me?"
Nyx kissed him in reply, "Yes, claim you. Mark you. Show the world this beautiful man is mine." He gave a husky chuckle, "But that can't happen."
The prince stared up at him, something in those deep blue depths making his breath catch, "Why can't it?"
The glaive snorted a laugh, "I'm already breaking so many laws and rules by putting my hands on you." He lifted a hand to cup Noct's chin, still smiling just for him, "This is forbidden, little prince. Perhaps that is what makes this so sweet."
Noctis lowered his eyes to Nyx's lips, watching them with a renewed heat in his eyes, "Then... do it. Break a few more rules."
That gaze met his again and Nyx had to bite back a groan, the determination in those eyes was dangerous, "You started this, now finish it. For tonight, claim me."
There was still a timidity to the prince, something nervous as a doe in the touches down Nyx's chest, the stuttering inhale/exhale of breaths when Noctis traced his fingertips along the leather of the older man's belt. Nyx caught his hand, held it in place until Noctis looked up again.
"Are you absolutely sure? I told you before, as soon as you say no, I stop." Nyx intoned, firm with his reiteration of their boundaries. "Yes or no, Noctis?"
Noctis leaned forward, once more bringing their lips a breath apart, "Yes."
Then he kissed the older man with a bit more need behind it than before. For a short while, that's all they did. Returning to the easy, careful exploration, hands stilled, but lips and tongues sliding together in a slow build of passion between them. Nyx felt the growing insistence in the prince, the tremble in his hands as they traced every defined line of muscle in Nyx's chest and abdomen, danced along his waist and hooked in his belt-loops. When they broke apart at last, Noctis kept his eyes closed, lips curved in a shy, but satisfied smile.
"Still yes?"
"Yes." Came the raspy reply, and Noctis opened his eyes at last, brighter and more eager than before.
Nyx kissed him again, angled his chin up and deepened it, delving his tongue between those pliant lips and loosening the reigns just that tiny bit more on his self-control. The quiet moan it earned him only spurned him on, bringing both hands up to cradle the back of the prince's head and thread his fingers through midnight locks in order to kiss him with more fervor. Noctis submitted so easily, so warm and giving, following Nyx's lead and basking so much in the attention, Nyx only wanted to shower him with more.
Eventually, he pulled away again, and smiled when Noctis whined softly under his breath and tried to chase his mouth for another kiss.
"Important question, beautiful; if we take this further, do you have protection?" Nyx caressed his thumbs along the prince's cheekbones, feeling them blush under his touch again, "Safety first, your highness."
The shyness returned in full force then and Noctis gently extricated himself from Nyx's hold and muttered 'hold on' under his breath as he moved away entirely. Nyx watched with mild curiosity as the prince shuffled over to the edge of his bed and flattened onto his stomach to rummage around underneath it. After a few minutes, he pulled out a small wooden box and scooted back onto the bed and sat down facing Nyx, then placed the box between them as he opened the lid and turned it around for Nyx to see. Inside was quite the colorful array of foiled packets and little bottles of lubricants; flavored, scented, different types, and one very small tub of—
"Edible body paint, hm?" Nyx plucked it out and read the label, "Chocolate flavored." He quirked a brow at the prince, a playful smirk on his lip, "Let me guess, gag gifts?"
Noctis pointedly looked away as the blush on his cheeks spread, rubbing the back of his neck as he mumbled, "Yeah. My friends are jerks sometimes."
Nyx shook his head as he dropped the tub back in the box, "Not at all. Looks like their sense of humor is tame compared to some..." Rummaging around, he found an unscented, clear bottle of lube and a few basic condoms among the lot, "Simple is the best. No need to get fancy, your Highness. Remember that."
Noctis gave a short nod, taking in that little tidbit and looking up at Nyx with far more trepidation than before, "Will it... will it hurt?"
Blinking over the bluntness of the question, Nyx gave the other a reassuring smile, "Not if I can help it."
He watched him, taking in how the prince went from shy to almost vibrating with anticipation, "Noctis. May I see the rest of you, yes or no?"
Noctis picked up the box and set it aside on his nightstand, then crawled forward and right into Nyx's personal space, "Yes."
With that, the prince stood on his knees and untied the towel from around his waist, holding it off to the side and dropping it. Nyx drank in the sight of that gorgeous body, the soft definition of muscle, the sharp curves and angles from his ribs to his hips, his toned legs with muscles tensed to hold him upright. Noctis was short, no denying that, and even on his own knees, Nyx still had several inches over the prince; but despite being nothing but lithe and wiry, there was power in those veins and Nyx couldn't forget it even then.
Nyx held his hands out to the younger man, "Come to me, beautiful."
Noctis kept that open gaze on him as he moved forward, placing his hands in Nyx's outstretched palms and allowing the older man to pull him forward. It earned him a kiss, slow and sweet, gaining depth as Noctis dared to slip his arms up and around the older man's neck and threading his fingers in soft dark hair. He pressed closer, tighter, until he was flush against Nyx and moaned softly over the warm emanating from the older man's body.
Nyx held him close as he maneuvered them backward on the bed, holding Noctis against his chest as the prince kissed him so fervently, a newfound confidence in him as threaded his fingers through the Glaive's hair and slotted his hips against Nyx's in a way that sent a pleasant shudder through both of them. Absently, Nyx reached for the lube he set aside, breaking the kiss long enough to pop the cap; Noctis watched with trepidation where he held himself over Nyx, and the elder leaned up the kiss him again.
"Will you let me ready you?" He asked, gentle in his tone as he spoke against Noctis' lips.
"Yes. Slowly?" It comes out like breathy, anticipation thick on the younger's tongue.
"Slowly." Nyx kissed him again, "Come here, lovely. Spread your legs a little more for me, that's it..."
Guiding Noctis into his lap, he sat up as Noctis wrapped his arms around Nyx's shoulders and stole a kiss from the man as Nyx poured the lubricant over his fingers. Above him, Noctis trembled, breath hitching when Nyx reached between his legs and caressed a slick fingertip against his hole, a quiet whimper escaping him as Nyx circled his fingertip and gently, began to push inside him. As promised, he took his time working Noctis open, one finger thrusting inside him at careful pace, curling and stroking against hot insides. Meanwhile, Noctis was shaking, gasping and moaning against Nyx's shoulder, fingers gripping the Glaive's hair for an anchor; pleading as Nyx added a second finger, stretching him wider and thrusting a little deeper now.
"How's that feel, Noctis?" Nyx kissed a pink-flushed shoulder, speaking into the warmth skin, "Need me to stop?"
"N-No... feels okay..." Noctis stuttered out, a shuddering moan escaping him again when Nyx curled his fingers and stroked against his prostate, "Gods, what—fuck, that felt so—"
"Relax, beautiful…" Nyx littered kisses wherever he could reach, pulling back to let Noctis kiss him back, messy and desperate.
The more he worked his fingers into the prince, the more Noctis shifted and pushed down on them, trembling every time he found just the right movement to make contact and earn a burst of pleasure through his body. Nyx encouraged him softly, whispering against his neck, licking his rapid pulse, and nibbling along his jaw.
"Noctis, think you're ready for more? Yes or no?" Nyx asked again, incrementally thrusting faster into Noctis and smiling when the other mewled in his ear.
"Yes… yes, please…"
The hot, panting breaths of the prince on his cheek, the slick skin pressing against his own, that anticipation in that voice; Nyx tried hard to control himself, to reel in the urge to claim him then and there. But they'd gotten this far, he didn't want to break the fragile trust the Prince had given him. He was shocked from his thoughts when Noctis slid a hand down his chest, and tentatively stroked a fingertip down his length, earning shiver from the Glaive.
Nyx chuckled breathlessly, "You can touch, little prince."
Without hesitation, Noctis wrapped his slender fingers around his cock and tried to match the same rhythm Nyx built up inside him. Whispered pleads were moaned in his ear and Nyx finally eased up his pace, keeping his hand still to allow Noctis to rock back on his fingers. With his free hand, he grabbed the bottle again and the foil packet, and told Noctis to let go, before tearing open the packet with his teeth and having Noctis rolled the latex onto him, then slicking his length with a liberal amount of lube. Noctis gave a quiet laugh when Nyx tossed the bottle across the bed and took hold of Noctis' hips to guide him closer, still him above his cock.
"Yes or no, Noctis?"
Noctis bit his lip, eyes blown wide; he leaned close until their lips brushed together, "Yes," and kissed Nyx as he lowered himself.
Re: [FILL] Noctis/Nyx, Bodyguarding (4/5)
Date: 2017-08-01 05:12 am (UTC)"Nyx—" He nuzzled the Glaive's shoulder and Nyx lifted his head to look at him, "Can I... move?"
Nyx smiled, a dark flush coloring his cheeks and his lips were kiss-swollen and bitten red, "Gently, I don't want to hurt you."
Noctis gave him an easy grin, toying with the beaded braid he'd twined around his fingers so much it was coming undone, "You haven't yet... So far, it feels good..."
"Good, that's perfect." Nyx kissed the corner of his mouth and squeezed his hips playfully, "When you're ready, beautiful, go ahead and move."
Noctis took a deep breath and clasped Nyx's shoulders as he calmed himself, and after Nyx slid his hands up to his waist, he lifted himself up experimentally. He gasped when he lowered again, biting his lip when a moan ripped from him when he shifted in a way that allowed the head of Nyx's cock to hit his prostate again; Nyx tightened his grip just enough to help him until Noctis gave an insistent push on his shoulders. Taking the unspoken order, Nyx lay back on the bed and watched as Noctis adjusted his knees on either side of his hips and planted his hands on his abdomen.
After that, Noctis went at his own pace, lifting up and dropping down at a rhythm that was torment for Nyx but enabled Noctis to have some semblance of control. Nyx smoothed his hands up and down the prince's quivering thighs, low groans leaving him between encouraging words as Noctis rolled his hips and took his length deeper, the sounds escaping his mouth doing terrible things to Nyx's self-restraint.
"Nyx—" Noctis was breathless, his whole body shaking and skin damp with sweat, "I need, need more—I—" He swallowed thickly, hardly getting the words out around another moan, "So close—"
Nyx sat up and smoothed his hands up Noctis' back and stilled his movements, kissing him deeply as he flipped them over and hitched the younger's legs around his waist. Noctis reached for his hands and threaded their fingers together, allowing Nyx to hold their joined fists above his head as he kept kissing him, devouring every moan that left his prince as he thrust into him, alternating between deep and shallow, shifting to find a new angle, grinding hard when Noctis begged and pulling back when it felt like Noctis was nearly on the edge.
Propping himself on his elbow, Nyx released one of the younger's hands and reached between them to grasp Noctis' length; they were both so close, Nyx felt the tell-tale signs of his orgasm, so very near but focusing on the prince instead. Noctis writhed under him as he stroked him, teasing the slit with his thumb at the same time he fucked into Noctis caused the heir to arch bodily against him, the cry that left him was laced with pleasure and it wasn't long after that Noctis reached his climax. His nails dug into the back of Nyx's hand while his other reached for the Glaive to drag him down for a kiss as Nyx came after him, their bodies aching from the effort to ride out wave after wave of euphoria shared between two unlikely partners.
Noctis clung to him, legs tightened around his waist when Nyx tried to pull away, and arms snaking around his neck to keep him close, "Not yet… not yet, please…"
Nyx said nothing but indulged him, careful to hold his weight off the prince and allowing the younger man to hold on as long as he needed. Finally, Noctis caught his breath after a long couple of moments and his grip loosened, letting Nyx pull out of him and lay on the bed beside him. Nyx reached out and brushed sweat-dampened bangs from his forehead and gently forced the prince to look at him.
"Doing okay?" He asked, offering a smile when Noctis blinked at him almost drunkenly, a sleepy smile curving his reddened lips, "yes or no?"
Noctis shifted onto his side, "Yes," he answered simply, closing the distance for another kiss.
Nyx hummed against his lips, still smiling even as he continued, "Not how I imagined this guard shift going…."
"Oh? How did you imagine it going?" Noctis giggled, nuzzling the hand on his cheek.
He sat up looking around for a clock, "Well. Checking in and getting off duty on time, for starters."
Noctis stretched out languidly on the covers of his bed, arms sprawled above his head and eyes following Nyx as the Glaive stood on shaking legs and headed for his bathroom.
"You were on Royal guard duty, were you not? I'll tell Drautos you stayed out of concern for my drunken well-being. It's not a lie, either."
Nyx reappeared with a wet washcloth, peering at him thoughtfully, "You're cheekier than you let on, aren't you?"
Noctis bit his lip, looking up at him from beneath thick lashes and Nyx laughed, "I'll take that as a yes, little prince."
Closing the distance back to the bed, Nyx sat beside him and proceeded to clean him up with the hot cloth, careful of sensitive flesh and sore muscles as he helped Noctis move where he needed him. After he cleaned himself up, Nyx started looking for his own clothes, finding them in a scattered pile and starting to gather them up.
"Wait—" Noctis was sitting up now, having tugged his sheet around his waist and looking up at Nyx with a worried expression, "Do you… can you…"
Nyx paused after pulling on his boxer-briefs, standing to full height and waiting for Noctis to find his words again. Noctis chewed in the inside of his cheek and looked away, fiddling with the wrinkles of his sheet in his lap. There was a barely hidden anxiety to his little fidgets and Nyx dropped his shirt back in the pile with the rest of his uniform and went to sit in front of the prince, closing his hand over the one twisting the fabric nervously.
"Do you want me to say, Noctis?"
That alone earned him a surprised look, then a slow nod that made him grin.
"Then you can tell the Captain that you detained me for overtime." He chuckled as Noctis scooted over and shoved the covers away to make space for him.
"That's fine." Noctis mumbled, curling up under the blanket when Nyx slid in beside him, "Maybe I'll get you a medal, tell him you saved my life from alcohol poisoning or something…"
Nyx shook his head as he laid on his side, lifting his arm for the other to press against his front and tuck his head under Nyx's chin, "You're a handful, I'll say that much. But in all seriousness, how are you feeling?"
Noctis shrugged, pulling back to look at him, "Truthfully? Little sore. But it's not bad…" He lowered his gaze again, a pretty blush dusting across his cheeks, "That was… better than I thought."
The Glaive ducked to claim his mouth in a surprise kiss, coaxing the prince into responding until Noctis was pushing closer for more; he pulled away with a gasp, smirking at the cute little pout it earned him.
Nyx teased him with another kiss, "You were perfect, Noctis."
This may not have been what his CO had in mind for putting Nyx on guard duty as punishment, but it certainly wasn't the worst way to spend a morning after.
Re: [FILL] Noctis/Nyx, Bodyguarding (5/5)
Date: 2017-08-01 05:15 am (UTC)