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I Fight so Hard to Belong Semi-Active Independent selective Prompto Argentum from FFXV

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"Your own chocobos, but what's yours is mine, right? You're good at lots of stuff. Plushies don't usually hug back or make me laugh like you do. And they're not that warm. They're not Prompto, and that sucks."

"I know you used to be really shy when you were a kid, then you kinda got over that and now you brighten up everyone's day. I guess it helps that your awkwardness is really cute. I was always really impressed and... wish I could be someone like that."

"My precious husbro," Prompto began dramatically, "What's mine is always yours. Even the chocobos. And definitely the hugs." He was kind of already hugging Noctis, but a little more to demonstrate was fine, right? "And... I don't know, whatever skills I have are yours, too. Fixing keychains? Trying to fix Iggy's blender?" Important things!

Then Noct's compliments just kept going, leaving him sputtering. "This is kinda unfair, don't you think?" But it was kind of... warming. To hear what Noctis thought. Blushing harder, Prompto tried to focus. "Do you even know how much trouble I was in when I found out Mr. Cool Aloof Prince was actually the cutest dork ever? And encouraging! You never let anyone give up, you know that? And when you started smiling more, it was like-- The best thing. The best thing." That was all kind of scattershot complimenting, but that was fine.

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"You have tamed me, domesticated me, made me your husband..." he added. "But we can still have lots of fun together."

Gladio moved Ignis's arms up and over his shoulders. "Hope I didn't hurt you... too badly..." Some inconspicuous sparring injuries was the absolute most he could allow.

"Can we practice?" He smoothed a strand of Ignis' hair behind his ear and kissed him. "Saying my name..."

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While the ability to move was still a ways away from actually making any large motions, Ignis slid his hand down and around to feel over his fiance's lower back as if he might be able to feel where the tattoo began and ended. He was rather fond of not being able to, only smooth skin meeting his fingertips. "Mm, you're still a touch wild, I think." Not that he could pretend to think that was a negative trait. "Self-domesticated like a cat, perhaps."

Ignis was only too glad to be moved, and closer at that, sighing in contentment. "You didn't." He assured, contemplating exactly what to say before he was perfectly, reasonably honest. "I'll be in need of some extra stretching tonight and a bit less exercise tomorrow, but I assure you all for pleasant reminders." As much as he could have pointed out that Gladiolus was used to far more and had no need to worry, it was a different thing entirely.

"Oh?" Maybe what they'd done was a little more intense than he'd thought, the other man's light touch giving him a warm shiver right into the kiss. He didn't even wait for their lips to fully part before he whispered against them, "Gladio." After a moment and another brush of lips before he pulled back minutely, Ignis sounded contemplative. "I suppose I'd best get used to introducing you as my husband, Gladio..."

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"I'm SO clingy, that if you're clingy, I don't even notice because I'm too busy clinging to you!" He huffed. "Maybe sometimes you cling a little tighter and that's nice... or when you hold my hand. I like that. But, you know, I don't even want to find out if you're clingy! Because that would require me to let go of you, and I'm not doing that."

Prompto really and truly couldn't help the laugh at Noct's response, maybe or maybe not making the whole thing even more complicated by clinging more tightly, but really.

"Okay, so what if we're both clingy, huh? Then what? We're okay with it, right? Right." He left absolutely no time for Noctis to argue or disagree, trying to stifle another laugh into his fiance's shoulder and being a little bit unsuccessful. "I like basically being your comfort plushie, alright? Only I can do so much more! Like... I dunno, feed chocobos..?" Well, it was one example.

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Whatever breath he was recovering from their previous activities, Ignis stole away again, through his gentle petting and thoughtful words. He hadn't understood that Ignis found beauty in his name.

He laughed softly. "Gladio is... It still means that." It had been a genuine laugh, the smile not fading from his cheeks. On the other hand, if the laugh had been a chance to reclaim his breath, that hadn't worked.

"You've always been worthy, and I'd hate for you to question that- even just for the sake of my own ego..." Always an Amicitia. Always fighting. "We don't have to compete for attention, we can just... love and be loved. That can be enough."

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"It still means that." Ignis agreed softly, unable to help himself when it came to a softer echo of Gladio's laugh as well. The man could have had any name at all and it wouldn't have mattered, exactly, just--

Well, Ignis had become aware of the preference. That was what mattered. He hummed at the assurance that he was worthy, still settling in to the idea rather than feeling any real need to argue. Some things would simply take time, would take familiarizing and getting used to.

"Never thought I'd see the day." He teased, playful lilt to his voice as he continued to stroke lightly at Gladio's hip. "When it is simply enough to love and be loved." Of course he was intimately aware of the romance novels, but even they tended to complicate things much of the time. "Or that I would be agreeing. Though I do hope a bit of taming is still included in there somewhere."

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"I'm not too clingy?" he asked outright. It was a concern, but also a conversation they've had a million times already, and... Noctis was not about to stop clinging in this moment.

"I don't wannaaa deal with it..." he whined. "Just want you to know... I just want you to know how I feel. Even now, it's like... I can still get flustered just looking at you. It doesn't even matter what face you're making. It's surprising- but it's nice- that a feeling like that can last forever, huh?"

Prompto really had to try not to laugh, because he didn't want Noctis to take it the wrong way. It wasn't funny, exactly, but... maybe it kind of was. The way they went in loops. "I'll put it this way for you, okay? No, first off, but, like... if I'm not too clingy to you, then you are definitely not too clingy to me. And you aren't." Not squishing Noct's face between his hands was taking all the real effort, but holding him close was definitely a better idea.

Then Noctis had to go and say all that, and Prompto couldn't help but partially hide his face in his fiance's shoulder. "It's the best." The promised. "Guess we'll just... never get over being loved? And loving a lot? And that's not bad but it's kinda frustrating sometimes?" He did wind up laughing then, both meaning what he said and not, quite. "It's good-frustrating, I don't know. I love you. As long as you know that, that's all that matters really."

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"Iggy..." He sighed. "I... not that I'm upset." Gladio was, a little. "Why is Noctis the only one who gets a nickname? Noct. I mean... At least we moved on from a last name basis..." Military stuff.

"Beast is... okay..." Was that why he enjoyed it so much? It wasn't. Maybe only a little bit.

"I want you... to yearn for me. I want you to be desperate for me. I- I know it's stupid..." Surely, he sounded like the protagonist in one of his novels right now.

"It's stupid because why would you be desperate for someone who already loves you, right? I used to try and make you jealous- That's... That's probably the most stupid thing."

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For anyone else, it might have been a deeply unwise time to have the kind of discussion they were having -- or, at least, that Gladio was starting -- but for Ignis, feeling remarkably soft and sated and very much listening, it probably was the perfect time. Some amount of tiredness was taking hold, but it didn't make him less sharp; just less likely to think three steps ahead.

While listening, one of his hands wound up resting lightly against his fiance's hip, fingers idly drifting back and forth across the skin. That motion continued for another few seconds as he quietly contemplated. Point by point; the important ones. "You prefer I call you Gladio, then? Or something else?" Open and direct and wanting to know. "I suppose 'Gladiolus' came to feel a bit more... personal, to me. Flower and sword. For love and loyalty." Not that a nickname would erase those things, of course.

The second important thing took a bit more effort to put into words, fingers drifting over the skin of the other man's hip again. Breathing evenly, speaking lowly and in no hurry. "I haven't done a very good job of expressing my yearning, then." Ignis knew that might sound like teasing, like a joke, light touch suddenly a hold on Gladio's hip as if to physically keep him there, to assure he was being quite serious. "I haven't used 'beast' simply because-- Well, our rather obvious shared indulgences, though they play a part." Back to the light touches, fingertips tracing along the hipbone. "You are... glorious. Untouchable. Untameable. Less trying to remind my beast of his place that I am desperate to touch again. Partake. Remain... worthy." Maybe none of that was quite what Gladio was talking about, but they were things that Ignis knew he ought to express. Particularly if the effort was made from the other direction.

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"I don't yawn like a cat... and even if I did, how would that count as a compliment?" He grumbled. "Maybe if you said you love how I'm cute like a cat. Or something... I could accept that! The word beautiful, on the other hand, that's... a lot. For either of us, right? I think sometimes... Most of the time, I love you so much that I forget that you love me just as much. Like... it doesn't feel possible. It doesn't feel real. How lucky was I to meet you? But, also- ...Your probably feel like that about me, too, right?"

"Okay, first: you do too yawn like a cat, and second: cats are adorable so that's automatically a complement." Prompto paused for thought, but all concern about already presenting too many compliments in an hour were forgotten. "Okay, I guess cat yawns can be kind of scary sometimes, but that's part of the charm!"

He was at least able to drop the totally-not-argument in favor of actually listening to Noctis, and that blush was going to stick around for a while as usual, but he also needed to confirm, "Yeah. Like, it's... kind of hard to believe." He let out a quiet laugh. "I mean, you want me around all the time? Really? As much as I want you around? This can happen? I can love you all the time and it's okay?" He was very glad they were having a private conversation about it, too; he had the feeling they would be brutally teased by anyone else.

"But, like..." He searched for a better way to ask what he wanted to know, going right for plain and simple. "Do you want to compliment me, though? 'Cause I want to compliment you. And tell you how great I think you are. If we both want that... then we should figure out a way to do it. Or, uh. Deal with it."

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He carefully slid his hand off Ignis' body, collecting whatever bits of him were left behind, and hummed as he licked it off his hand as if savoring a meal. "Fuuuck yeah..."

Gladio sighed deeply and closed his eyes, simply trying to enjoy the afterglow.

"I love you, Iggy. Master." He laughed breathlessly. "Did you have fun?" Not: Was it good? Because of course it was. This was him they were talking about. It's just that the game was his favorite part.

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Ignis shivered from the touch, overheated, overstimulated, and yet it simply could not be better. The exhaustion wasn't quite kicking in yet, but he felt pleasantly heavy all over, making the effort to keep his eyes open just so he could watch Gladio.

Yes, definitely something a little bit animalistic in the act, though calmed down a fair bit from the outright feralness from earlier. "Good beast." He managed, voice rough but mildly amused. His own eyes closing, he wasn't wound down enough to sleep, but the full body relaxation was certainly kicking in. "I love you too, Gladiolus. I can accurately assure that it's always fun with you." He let the words linger, the softness and the truth of them, pulse steadily evening out.

Then, the unprompted tease: "But if you'd like performance notes..."

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"A double compliment? Like what, saying I love your beautiful eyes?"

Prompto looked both like he was immediately overheating, and like he'd eaten something slightly sour. It wasn't like he minded Noctis complimenting him, not really, just... It was a lot. Always. Every time. And while he didn't want to loop back around to a compliment war--

"And I love the way you yawn like a cat, so now what? Is there a penalty for both of us? Can we not compliment each other for two hours? Who's going to enforce this?" Sure, yeah, he was being a little bit ridiculous and he was kind of enjoying it, but! He was curious, too!

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It would have been entirely impossible to continue at this pace for any substantial amount of time, but that didn't really matter. All that mattered was this moment and all the sensations that came with it.

Gladio grunted. "You, first-" But there wasn't any holding back, and thankfully, he realized that Ignis wasn't either. Time seemed to stand still, and he braced himself even harder against him. He was actually concerned that would keep the other from finishing, but after a few final thrusts, all the tension left him.

After he laid back, he had to ask,

"...Let me taste you? Pleease?"

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He'd lost track. Who, what, when; it wasn't really like him to completely lose track, but then that was also a good indication of just how intense the orgasm was, sweeping him up entirely. They'd likely both finished at once, sensations building, dominoes falling, burning up, shaking apart--

And that blissfully satisfied calmness amidst the shaking and the heavy breathing, more than just endorphins and tense muscles easing into something that felt like putty. Ignis was lucid enough to recognize that he was more being moved than he was doing any amount of conscious moving himself, but that was... fine. That was all very fine.

It was also perfectly, incredibly fine that he'd partially forgotten the game they were playing by the time Gladio asked, begged, sending a slightly overstimulated surge of renewed heat through him. "Mm, yes. Careful." As if he actually needed to request as much. He simply planned to exist for a few minutes more before he made an attempt to do anything.

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"...I'm already confused. It's a competition, now?" He grumbled. "How about just one compliment... per hour. That's fine, right?"

"Doesn't have to be a competition." He assured, then grinned. "We're both winners, anyway." In his opinion, at least. Or they could share the victory, or... whatever.

Either way, Prompto was pretty sure that things were getting more complicated every time they tried to make it all seem simpler. "One per hour sounds okay, I guess... but what happens if there's an accidental double compliment?" Was that an actual real concern? Of course not, but what if? "Is that gonna count for the next hour? Are we gonna have to take it back?"

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Finished this year's charity chocobo! ...Not that it will affect my activity any, but sharing.

(Cross-posting across accounts because surely all of the fandoms I [sometimes semi-infrequently] RP in are at least a little chocobo-related, right--)

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"Mine..." Gladio echoed him. "Yours..." He let go of Ignis' face and rested his cheek against him.

Determined, he grabbed Ignis' cock- He almost thought about being cruel and stop him from coming, but this was about love, and this was about trust. He held him firmly, in such a way that Ignis could fuck into his hand at the same pace that he was being fucked into. It was a pace that remained brutal.

A less skilled person may have forgotten intimacy entirely in their haste to finish, but Gladio was anchored to him in many ways. He even kept his face close to his, holding him close with his neck and chin. If Ignis wanted to be marked, it would be in the shape of Gladio's body.

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There wouldn't have been any true way to express the idea even if he did have words and the full range of lucidity available to him at the moment, to explain how deeply and viscerally satisfying it was to blend the rough motions with the softness, love and desire and a primal fucking need both taken and given and shared. Perhaps there was something to the idea of fucking one's brain out.

Ignis couldn't exactly spare the energy or the breath to laugh at the half-formed idea, his entire body thrumming with a coiled spring of arousal building in his pelvis, the base of his spine, trying to move with Gladio and knowing that it was taking everything just to keep up, but--

He'd made a request, yes, an order, but there was more to it than that. Something that would be all the more satisfying as the point of no return approached with another buck of his hips. Neither shouted nor whispered, just moaned clear as day, internal muscles shaking and squeezing-- "Come for me, beast." He could think of nothing better than to fall apart with and for each other.

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"One free compliment and then... the rest we gotta pay for?" He laughed. "Not with gil. That would be weird. Hm..."

"Yep, totally that, that's what I mean." Prompto assured with a snicker. "Gotta pay with something, though. So you can fill a jar and total it up and see how many times we just couldn't wait to compliment each other."

Did the plan necessarily make complete sense? Of course not, but that wasn't really his concern. "Unless you want us both to have to pay with different things so we can see who did the most complimenting..? But then which one is the winner and which one is the loser?" It was already getting too complicated when all they really wanted to do was snuggle up and-- Well, no, that was the entire goal really.

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If Ignis was looking for some way to steady himself, he was in luck, because as Gladio entered him, that free arm was used to keep Ignis close. As close as he could be with all the thrusting anyway.

"You're so. Fucking. Hot," and so was his ragged breath. With how fast and hard they were going, he wasn't sure how long this would last, but they could always go again, right? "I want you. I need you. Ignis..."

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The sheer amount of control being offered up, relinquished, simply surrendered, would have been astonishing if Ignis had half a mind to think with at that moment. Coherence lost, pleasure and heat and fullness covered everything, moaning mindlessly into the next thrust as he felt the arm around him. Close enough, secure enough, fast and rough enough--

He knew Gladio was speaking. The words only registered on a delay, lucidity blinking back into existence as he lightly clawed down the other man's back. "You have me, beast." He was panting and shivering despite the heat, closer than he wanted to be but it was much too good to want to slow down. "I'm yours... much as you are mine..." Whether or not he'd actually spoken real words, let alone a complete sentence, seemed far less important than just trying to hold on and move with his fiance.

Though Ignis did, quite pointedly, manage a growled and nearly breathless, "So make me come."

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"Well, how would you react, Prom? If I told you that you were handsome and beautiful everyday. And a really good photographer. And a really great friend. And the best husbro? How about that?"

Okay, maybe he hadn't realized just how ready to bring out the big guns Noctis really was. Prompto made a quiet sound like he'd been wounded, still holding on to his fiance and trying not to squeeze him. "Wait! Hold on! I surrender!"

Not that it was... so bad. Right? Just a lot. A lot. "A few minutes of compliments is way too much! Maybe, uh... one free compliment for each of us a day instead..?"

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Sometimes, he did consider whether flipping the dynamic would be better- but he honestly couldn't fathom telling Ignis what to do when he already had so much on his plate. If bringing him to orgasm was the only way to get him to let go... so be it, but he did sometimes wish there were other ways.

Gladio was so caught up in the moment, he couldn't truly appreciate how hot Ignis was being right now, which was really kind of a shame. All that mattered was holding Ignis in place and ramming into his heat. He could be gentle, but did Ignis really want that?

He hissed in pleasure once he finally got what he wanted and barely heard the command. It was vague enough, anyway, that he wouldn't be sure what to do with it. Even nasty, animalistic, wild sex would be respectful to him if that's what he wanted, right?

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There were relatively few situations when Ignis cursed, and even then it tended to be under his breath, embracing the plausible deniability of other people not quite hearing. At that moment, he quite blissfully and loudly followed up a guttural sound that definitely couldn't be mistaken for pain with a sharp, airy, "Fuck." Comment or command, it really didn't matter.

Truly, there was no complaint he had to make about Gladio's inherent gentleness. It was respectful, appreciated, but every once in a while it was also welcome to be completely absent, Ignis being more than aware of what the man was capable of. The slick slide and fill, the pleasant mild burn was enough to drive the breath from him, back arching as the more logical part of his mind more or less disappeared for a short while.

He wasn't fully aware of moving his legs, desperately trying to wrap them around Gladio's thighs at the very least, letting the man move but staying as physically close as possible. He certainly wasn't fully aware of the way his hands moved to claw at the other man's back and shoulders, or the staccato grunts and eager moans that spurred them both on, but he was already starting to feel the build of a pleasant sort of ache that would require a little bit of recovery time after.