Summary: You haven’t seen your boyfriend all week and you were determined to give you both the break the two of you needed.
@ffxvnsfwweek
@jastiss for making me aware of this week. And my fellow thots @atarostarling @hypaalicious @tehrevving
Thought I’d do something quick and lighthearted before posting Part II of Physical. I needed the mental break haha. Idk why I can’t tag @ffxvnsfwweek right now =( Someone tell me what I’m doing wrong!!
“Come in.”
The words were perfunctory and precise. You’d expect nothing else from Ignis Scientia, advisor to the King, and world renowned workaholic, surpassing even you.
You poked your head around the door frame to watch the surprise flit across your boyfriend’s face.
“Darling, what are you doing here?” The surprise was evident in his voice.
You stepped into his office, closing the door behind you.
“I had the whole morning off, and I realized I hadn’t seen you all week because we’ve both been busy, so I thought maybe you would have an answer to my problem.”
You walked to his desk, brimming with excitement and nervousness. This was new for both of you, but you were sick of not being able to see your boyfriend. So you decided to take matters into your own hands. You just hoped Ignis would go along with it and not kick you out. You weren’t sure you or your relationship would last that embarrassment.
“Problem?” His concerned gaze chased over you, and you tried to tamp down the guilt of his concern. “Are you alright, darling?”
You met his worried eyes with your own, trying to keep the confidence in your voice.
“Mmmm, I’m in a little bit of pain,” you said, approaching his chair.
“Pain?” He looked even more worried now, furrows starting to form over his eyes.
“Well, more of an ache,” you said, standing in front of him, swallowing hard out of nervousness but managing to maintain eye contact. “A really bad ache.”
Ignis frowned worriedly. He would call Noct. Ask if it was okay to take a couple hours off. Maybe get you to see the Citadel physician. Or maybe you’d feel better if you could see your own physician. Yes, he’d call. He’d be able to you in given his status and proximity to the Crown. He’d make them if needed. And then, he would make that soup you liked once you got home, and he’d make sure you were taken care of well. Then he’d—
“Can I show you?” You cut off his inner monologue of plans for you.
You reached for his hand before he could refuse, and dragged it down the plane of your abdomen. It was only when you guided him lower that realization crossed his face.
Red climbed his cheeks, and a smirk twitched on your lips as he brought his other hand to push his glasses back—a nervous tic.
You managed to keep your composure. “It really hurts, Iggy,” you whined, stepping between his legs. “But I think you know know how to make it better.”
“My love,” he started. You smiled. “Are you out of your mind?”
You almost wanted to laugh at how freaked out he sounded as his eyes darted to the closed door.
You doggedly pushed forward, slipping his hand underneath your skirt. You saw the shock on his face when he realized you weren’t wearing any panties. And then the surprise on his face when he realized how wet you were.
You let his hand go, which he drew out of your skirt quickly, but you managed to maneuver yourself over him, knees sliding on either side of his thighs, straddling him. Your skirt bunched upwards, exposing your thighs, and when you slid forward to brush your sex against his clothed hips, you smiled at the hardening bulge you felt.
Got him.
You leaned forward, nipping his jaw and planting kisses along the sharp line until you reached his ear.
“Iggy, I’ve been playing with myself all morning pretending it was you. I still haven’t cum. I’m aching so badly for you—only for you,” you murmured into his ear, rocking your hips into him.
Your hands eased over the plane of his chest as you bit his earlobe. You could feel rather than hear his choked groan. You unbuckled his belt easily and began working on his pants, not stopping your grinding against his clothed sex. His hands slid under your skirt and came up to grab your ass, pulling you towards him. You planted kisses down his neck, stopping to bite and suck at the places that you knew he liked best.
“Darling, please, don’t tease,” he managed to gasp right as you slipped a hand into his own clothing and managed to pull out his cock.
He groaned into your neck as your hand worked over him and your thumb brushed over his head and his arousal already there.
“But teasing you is my favorite past time, Ig—” you didn’t finish your sentence as you let out a yelp as one of his hands smacked your ass, not enough to hurt, but enough for the sting to surprise you.
“That goes both ways, kitten,” Ignis said, pulling you forward so that your unclothed sex brushed his.
Now it was your turn to moan as your head tipped back and your hands left him to stabilize yourself on his shoulder.
When he raised you up, you helped him, hinging on your knees until he had positioned you right over him.
He let you take the lead then and you pushed down. He managed to keep his own groan in so he could watch your mouth fall open and a gasp escape. He never knew how even after all this time, the sound of you taking him for the first time during sex could still make him so aroused as it had that first time with you.
His hands dug into you with the effort to keep still as you descended over him slowly. But he couldn’t help groan into your neck when you took him to the hilt.
“Ignis,” you murmured out of lust as you began to roll your hips against him, trying to keep yourself quiet as the positioned allowed you to grind your clit whenever you rolled forward.
You gasped when his hand released their hold on your ass to glide up to your waist to help your ascent and descent on him. He pulled you for a kiss, and you gladly obliged, meeting every wax and wane of his tongue with your own.
A particularly hard thrust from under him had you breaking contact with his lips to gasp and loudly moan, and the two of you suddenly stopped in shock. Your wide eyes met his, but he didn’t seem quite as horrified as you apparently were—he was far too gone in this sexual escapade to give any fucks. He took that opportunity to bend down and nibble at your throat, and you fought back another moan at the feeling.
“I’d recommend that you start moving again, kitten. I have a meeting in ten minutes. I’d hate for them to discover you like this—unless you want me to share.”
Somehow that just made you even more wet. How did this man know exactly what to say to make your arousal skyrocket? It was borderline unfair.
You pulled back and crashed your lips onto his and started back that rhythm, taking back control.
You gasped and groaned into his neck as he hit that spot within you just right, and then kept hitting it. You slipped a hand between your bodies to caress your clit, and you then you were gone.
“Ignis!”
You felt his hips snap up, and in a few more thrusts he groaned out your name, spending himself inside you.
You both looked at each other, breaths falling across each other as you both tried to catch your breath. He looked at you softly, and it took your breath away, like always. His hand rose gently to the back of your neck and pulled you forward to kiss you.
Until a knock startled you both.
You stared wide eyed at each other.
“Mr. Scientia, I have the reports here that you wanted on the rebuilding of the library…”
The door handle turned.
FUCK DID I NOT LOCK THE DOOR?!
“Hold on a second,” Ignis called out, staying the man who was attempting to walk in.
You almost fell off Ignis and the chair as you scrambled off him, but Ignis managed to hold onto you for your balance. You bolted off him as he tucked himself back, but his pants were ruined from the fluids of your recent activities. You ducked underneath the table as Ignis slipped out of his jacket and threw it onto his lap.
“Yes, please come in. Let me see those reports.”
You heard a male voice enter the room, the steps coming closer and closer until it stopped right near you. You were hidden underneath, but it still felt too close. After all, there was only a few inches of mahogany separating you and the citadel worker. You hoped no one would hear your panicked breathing.
“Is everything okay, Mr. Scientia? You seem frazzled.”
“Oh, yes, of course. I have a meeting with His Majesty in just a few minutes, and you know how stressful those can be sometimes.”
Smooth liar, you thought.
“Right.” You could hear the skepticism, but he didn’t push. “I’ll leave you to your work.”
“My thanks for these reports.”
You heard the door click again and you peeked out from under the desk. Ignis looked at you, scarlet faced and with a glare that you honestly couldn’t take seriously.
You snickered as you rose, the panic easing away to amusement.
“Well that was fun.”
“Fun it was not,” Ignis said shuffling you away from him and standing up.
The jacket fell off him and you both glanced down at the stain of his pants. He pinched the bridge of his nose with his fingers.
“I think you would have disagreed with that statement about five minutes ago,” you said smugly.
“I—”
He didn’t finish his sentence as the two of your were interrupted again.
“Ignis, are you ready for the meeting?”
You were turned and pulled in front of Ignis before you could even register the fact that the voice belonged to none other than Noct—King Noctis Lucis Caelum.
He paused at the sight of you being held in front of Ignis though he couldn’t quite understand the deer-in-the-headlights look.
“Oh, hey! Long time no see.”
Noct and you were friends (being Ignis’s girlfriend did have perks), but at that moment you couldn’t think of anything other than the fact that here you were, standing in front of the head of your government, post-quickie with your boyfriend with both your cum between your thighs.
“Uh, hey Noct,” you managed to squeak before Ignis took over.
“Noct, we will have to postpone this meeting. She is not feeling well,” he gestured to you with the hand not wrapped around your waist.
He didn’t give Noctis—again, King Noctis—time to respond.
You were being pulled out, still somehow being held in front of him.
“Specs—”
“We will talk later!” Ignis threw behind him.
He didn’t stop until the two of you reached the parking garage and he had shoved you into the passenger seat of his car and seated himself in the driver’s seat before glaring at you.
“I cannot believe—”
You couldn’t help breaking out into giggles at the absurdity of the situation and at the fact that somehow you had both escaped.
“Ignis, I’m sorry for disrupting your workday, but I’m just glad I got to see you,” you said, still smiling.
He couldn’t help softening then, pulling you in by your nape for a kiss.
“I’ve already planned my payback, darling.”
—
Bonus:
Many floors above, Noct still looked around trying to make sense of what had just happened. It was then his eyes landed on Ignis’s discarded jacket, and he remembered the faint bruise he had seen on his Advisor’s neck.
He pulled out his phone and sent a message.
Please take the day off. DO NOT COME BACK TO WORK.
Made for the “Bodies” prompt for @ffxvnsfwweek and also a gift for @unlimitedhearts who threw the idea into the discord and filled my brain with beautiful mental images
Title: Places we weren’t meant to go
Rating: Explicit
Ship: Promptis
Warnings: Sexting, Technically Unwanted Dick Pics (but they’re not complaining), Dirty Talk, Masturbation
Summary: Prompto is so excited about the game he’s just bought that he sends the wrong picture to Noctis
Prompto had to admit; Noctis was the best friend one could ask for. Of course, years of observing him from afar had convinced him that the prince wasn’t what one could expect from a prince, he was relaxed and simple and never complicated to deal with. But now that he knew him for almost four years, he realized that all his expectations had not only been met, but often largely exceeded. Noctis was nice, patient, adorable. They had the same tastes in practically everything, they could talk about everything or nothing for hours, and if Prompto did or said something stupid, Noctis never held any grief, never mocked him, never even side-eyed him.
Ignis glances over at him – studies his face for a long moment before saying, "I suppose you've a right to know." He glances away again, uncharacteristically out of sorts. "Are you familiar with the way an incubus feeds?"
Prompto shakes his head, aware even as he does so that the heat is slowly creeping through his limbs, through his skin, through his bones.
"An incubus requires two kinds of sustenance. The first is energy derived from sexual arousal. The second is physical nutrition."
At the words "sexual arousal," spoken in Ignis' smooth, even accent, Prompto's eyes slide shut, letting the heat wash over him.
"The spell it casts is designed to debilitate. It ramps up the desire of its prey and then sustains it. The victim is so caught up in its bodily demands that they lose the will to escape." Ignis adjusts his glasses. "When the daemon has its fill, it consumes them."
There should be something horrifying about that. If he hadn't had his friends with him, Prompto'd be dead already, or at least some writhing, mindless daemon-snack-to-be, waiting to be eaten. Instead, the recollection of the incubus' skin, smooth and pale and flawless, sends a rush of want spearing through him.
Well. So much for the spell not working.
His pants are way tighter than they were a minute ago, and it takes considerable effort to swallow. His mouth is suddenly very dry.
"So, uh. Hypothetically," says Prompto, opening his eyes again to sneak a glance at Ignis. "How long does this last?"
Ignis fixes him with a long, searching sort of look. His eyes trail downward, and he glances away, going slightly pink in the cheeks. "Ah. You're feeling the effects, then?"
Word Count: 3,476
Pairing: Lunafreya Nox Fleuret/Ardyn Izunia
Rating: E
Warnings: Explicit sexual content
Summary: They're not in love. She has a duty to the Chosen King, to the people, to the Star. He's the very thing she's going to aid in destroying someday. These are distractions, nothing more.
At least, this is what she keeps telling herself.
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She knew when he was melancholy. For some reason or another, in all his ghostly wanderings and badgering, there were moments when no sharp words sprang to his silver tongue or cunning settled in his looks like coiled serpents. Such was a day. Clouds hung low in Tenebrae, mists traveling around the floating mountainscape and hanging like veils over the land, pale and translucent. Ardyn stared out such a window, the beginnings of a smile frozen on his features but she knew far, far better. It kept people away, that mask. But Oracles easily saw through such ruses.
“Chancellor, a moment of your time?”
Ardyn’s features became mischievous at the sound of her voice, sweeping off his hat and holding it in a performative motion to his breast. “Why, Lady Lunafreya, what have I done to earn the most esteemed pleasure of your attention?” he queried grandiosely, smile Cheshire-like.
Luna didn’t answer him at first before she advanced into his personal space, a pleased rumble beginning in his throat when it came further to her pinning him to the wall, that prodigious Oracle blood loaning to such inhuman strength for so small a girl. “Do not hide behind riddles this time, Chancellor,” Luna besought him, their breaths mingled heavily together as his eyes dilated widely. She coaxed a knee between his legs, craning up and grateful for her heels that minimized his height somewhat. “...Let me take care of you.”
“And what have I done for such affection, hm?” he purred sensuously in her ear before he felt those lips kiss along his throat, a shudder racing down his spine as she added her teeth and tongue, so very grateful this wing of Fenestala was so very deserted. “Ah—you clever little minx...” Already he could feel his cock straining in his trousers, humping her thigh in some desperate bid for friction. The words were gasped from his lips, Ardyn nuzzling into blonde locks almost gratefully.
This strange affair had begun abruptly as that night’s tryst, roughly three years ago when she’d a heated argument with Ravus about leaving Fenestala and being denied once more. Ardyn had been there, sometimes a constant at Ravus’ side, and had come upon the distraught princess. A saccharine tease had died on his lips when he recognized how terribly lonely she was, how touch-starved, and without thinking a tear had been wiped from her cheek and she’d looked upon him like she’d been struck by lightning. That touch turned to morning tea the next day, a secret meeting in a cafe in Pagla, to needless dancing lessons in Fenestala’s ballroom when Ravus was away in military campaigns.
No one really saw them, for she looked anonymous with her hair down, with no make-up on. And a year later, their strange and distant sweetness had been consummated as strangely as this.
“Ardyn, did I not say to cease the riddles?” she suddenly asked, interrupting his bliss with a touch to his cheek, Ardyn breathing pleasurably and warm. Amber eyes cracked open, a haze of lust softening them.
“And to what must I say? Shall I explain this old sadness in my eyes?” Ardyn challenged softly, closing in on her soft lips and pecking them chastely at first, then leaning back and contentedly coaxing her hand near his mouth and taking it with his own calloused hand. “Regale you with tales behind the innumerable scars you’ve seen?” Jeweled amber pierced her azure gaze, taking her index and forefinger into his mouth and purring headily as he sucked on her digits with soft moans spilling between his tongue and teeth that he knew were arousing to the Oracle. Poor thing rarely received attention as it was.
“And what if I wished to hear it?” she murmured close to him, Ardyn releasing her fingers with a wet pop and licked his lips lewdly. Without being prompted did Luna deftly undo the fly of his trousers, hiking his vestments high enough to do so. Musculature she craved twitched pleasurably to her touch, Ardyn bowing his head and purposefully moaning into her ear until it flushed the tips pink. Burying her digits in his pubic hair did she find his straining cock and began to stroke it, earning a buck of his hips. “I only wish to take care of you.”
“Take care of me, hm?” he hummed softly, Ardyn’s hands moved past her waist and took generous handfuls of her rear, sucking a mark into her neck and lapping at her sweet flesh like a beast, fondling her rear generously. “Not here.” He smirked distantly when she jolted with a faint squeak. “Your room. Perhaps we ought be grateful for the sheer lack of staff, hm?”
Even though part of her burned with bitterness at how frugally Niflheim forced them to live—for the sheer lack of company she found in the servants—he was right. They’d been prolonging this affair publicly more than was proper. “Very well, Chancellor.”
Just as Ardyn had the door shut did he pin her against a bookshelf, but not antagonistically. Luna shuddered richly when her dress incrementally rose as he fell to his knees, the Oracle watching as he manually spread her legs and kissed her inner thighs that made her blush and bite down a moan. The man was practically ravenous as she heard lusty growls in his throat, maneuvering her legs over his broad shoulders and genuflecting for better leverage. Luna jolted from the suddenness, hands scrambling to find hold in corner where two different bookcases met that provided a sturdy enough hold for her to cling to for purchase.
Luna’s bosom heaved and her toes curled as she cursed the damn heels she wore. Ardyn tore off the lace panties she wore, and while the woman wished to protest the motion, when the older man buried his face into her sex the notion died on her tongue and her thighs squeezed his cheeks and he chortled huskily. “Dear me, Lunafreya, are you so undone already?” he teased, stubble becoming milky with the her pearly essences smeared there. It caused Lunafreya to blush deeply at the lecherousness of it all. “Gods, how I’ve hungered for you. Truly, you parading as such a pure thing awakens the beast in me.”
“Mm...” Luna’s voice shuddered incoherently, panting and staving away a mewl. A strong arm cradled around her rear and hips to prevent her from sagging, part of her surprised at his prodigious strength. “Ardyn!” she mewled as his tongue dug into her sex, back arching and nearly knocking off little trinkets she lined the shelves with. The stubble paired with moist lips made her thighs clench, a hand relinquishing a chance for propping her and instead resigning to digging into his maroon mane of hair.
His words had a stirring effect on her. Like a rabbit caught in the gaze of a serpent, only it was exhilarating. That she could have such an effect upon the Chancellor made her bosom heave, her aroused mind cloud with flattery. Stroking an ego that was rarely there. “Oh, gods…!” she moaned heatedly, trying to shrug the sleeves of her outing dress off by doing the zipper until it became a voluminous garter about her waist.
Ardyn growled again, and some silly, incoherent segment of her imagined she was a maiden being ravaged by the wolf. The thought of such fanciful savagery was improper for a grown woman, let alone the Oracle. But it seemed fitting. Scandalously, transiently fitting. The thought of Ardyn being so beastly shouldn’t have fueled her arousal so much, but it did.
And gods above, he knew it.
Ardyn’s deep gold eyes slowly emerged and locked with hers for a long, lustful moment, while his lips became slack and for all her pleasured squirming did she freeze and gulp audibly. Still so utterly enraptured and frozen until he suddenly feinted too fast for Lunafreya to realize, the woman finding herself pressed into the shelves that jutted into her bosom, but not cruelly. Just enough that those tiers would leave shallow indents into her skin. But enough that she felt his body loom over her, his cock still contained in his trousers strained and yearning for her.
The man brought her closer, enough for his height and bulk to almost completely envelop her, her soft rear molded to his groin that Ardyn ground into while an arm wrapped around her waist to anchor her there. She felt like a schooner adrift at sea and he was the ocean lapping against her. In this moment, she remembered how small she was compared to him. How she practically straddled his thigh whilst he fumbled to free his cock, purring lustrously as he slid its pre-cum veneer between her cheeks that made her shiver from the warmth, the stickiness.
“Do you wish to understand this pain, this agony then, my dear?” he began, and she felt small. The rabbit remembering predators larger than itself. With a grunt did he slide his cock between her inner thighs, the erection giving her womanhood some straining relief when he began rocking his hips and another hand rose to grope her breast that elicited a shy mewl. Strange, as even through the brutish want to rut did a gentility exist in his fingertips: asking, waiting, for her silent and complete assent.
“How I would delight in nothing more than silencing those whorish masses that mewl for healing? Those men whose looks linger too long? Those who dare treat you familiarly?” His voice was a ravenous growl in her ear, taking the lobe between his teeth that caused Lunafreya to suck in her breath sharply. This… No, it wasn’t the pain he’d spoken of earlier. The old pain. The immortal one. But… Gods, even in the brutal life that had taught her better, that learned to see through syrupy words in all their illusion, this, it…
She’d never thought their affairs as something tender. They had never even shed their clothes this far. Pleasured by hands and mouths, but they’d never exposed each other to this extent. Ardyn’s growl and a thrust so hard she could barely stand on the tips of her toes (not that she hadn’t been straining enough as it was) brought her back to reality. A reality where Ardyn had become wolfish, and...dare she say possessive. The very idea caused her cheeks to burn.
“Do you envy the men who are familiar with the idea of me, of my station, or who I truly am?” she challenged suddenly, even while Ardyn’s mouth was so stuffed with hair and skin he couldn’t answer at first. “Is it the Oracle you lust after? The princess you so adore? Or...is it me? Simply me who is neither of those things.”
Ardyn grunted as his feet shifted to brace himself, Luna gasping as she was all but swept off the floor and had his arm about her waist tighten while the other trained his cock to her womanhood and targeted it just right to thrust as he wished, she suspended for a moment before that hand braced under her arm and gripped her shoulder like a sash before she sagged enough that he was partially sheathed, announced by Luna’s sharp gasp.
The man himself sighed contentedly as they settled into a rhythm, hips undulating before thrusting sharply as he acquired more depth into her sex. “A-Answer me!” Luna cried out in unison of a hard, full thrust that caused her head to loll against his shoulder. No longer was she rammed against the shelves, but in the corner and against the Chancellor.
Ardyn breathed raggedly in her ear, growls seeming to underline each throaty exhalation. “Oh my darling, you know nothing of the nature of beasts, do you?” he purred lustily into her ear, stubble of his chin scraping her neck. She knew what he was. She knew the monster, and still, she craved the monster under her bed more than she could stand sheer loneliness. The loneliness of a once mirrored charge. That thought caused him to smile wickedly. “I lust for the Oracle, I adore the princess, and I wish to possess you. I am not content with only one. For I am greedy, and I am lust itself, dear Lunafreya.”
That should’ve frightened her. His words were like dripping poison and she knew what precipice she stood upon, what the gods saw in this damned consummation between accursed and oracle. An unholy union she wondered if the Infernian’s flames would take her for.
Luna cried out when he thrust hard, but not from pain. She hadn’t known this level of pleasure of before. As though Ardyn were an incubus she’d invited into her bed, and it was by sheer will that she didn’t sound as though she were sobbing. Though this wasn’t their first sexual escapade, it was the first time she’d been penetrated by a man, let alone a phallus. Vaginal walls clenched around him, Ardyn heaving into her ear that only maximized her pleasure.
“I wish to see you, Lunafreya. Must you always turn your back to me?” This surprised her, and they stilled in tandem. Turn her back to him? Why in the name of the Star… Perhaps it had been from a life before. When he’d been healer, like she. They paused and she stared down for a long moment before nudging her cheek against his own, Ardyn responding by nuzzling back longingly and the moment was so tender she thought her heart might burst.
“Ardyn, let me down...upon my bed, if you please.” Sweeping her into his arms, he laid her reverently upon it. He disrobed himself while she shrugged off the last of her pesky dress. Now, truly bare before each other, azure eyes watched him as he slowly stripped off his clothing methodically, through its many layers. Remembering her own complex ponytail, Luna undid it and the two adjoining braids, blonde hair fanning like a halo about her. When Ardyn saw her, he almost stopped, but his eyes were so tender she could feel herself melting.
He crawled over her, Luna’s heart throbbing at the exquisiteness of his body. An older man’s body to be sure, softness pronounced on his belly with bulky muscles undefined everywhere else, but part of her preferred this. A real man, not some chiseled statue hewn from stone.
The only clear thought in her mind was simple: she wanted him. It was as simple and complicated as that. The distance between them made her swear he looked...lonely, almost. Smiling sadly until she couldn’t take it. She embraced him with her legs spreading and hitching around his waist, letting his cheek rest upon her bosom where he might listen to her heartbeat and collected respiration, stroking through that mane. Ardyn’s eyes slowly closed and he nuzzled her breast, until lust reminded them why they were there.
Rolling his head, he lapped at her nipples hungrily, pleasurable rumbles roiling in his chest. Luna’s back arched and she moaned, a prolonged and keening sound. “Ah—Ardyn!” she gasped in a half-scream, especially as he thrust into her again and he grinned down at her, smothering her cries in hungry kisses that consumed like flame.
Luna felt like gelatin beneath him, flesh and softness and muscle of Ardyn’s body pressing into her own warmly while worshiping her with kisses. He gathered her into muscular arms while his hips gyrated hard into her. She wondered if he felt less alone, them like this—skin to skin. His cock sheathed so deeply inside of her she wondered if this is what hell felt like. The place she was destined because she was human, because she couldn’t be the woman the gods wanted her to be who ignored her humanity in favor of her duty. Here and now, so then would she damn herself in the devil’s embrace.
It was with a cry that she felt herself climax, body seizing up beneath him and perspiration slicking the skin between them. As she did, Ardyn seemed too as well, growling when his own body shuddered and thrust powerfully in her as he milked his own orgasm with her heat and tightness.
While the afterglow lingered, the frame of mind that entranced her in this encounter fell away into duty and a rushed need to return to life goaded her. She attempted to pry Ardyn off her, but was only met with resistance. He buried his face in her neck stubbornly and clung to her, Luna grunting with exertion. “Ardyn, please! If Gentiana finds us like this—”
Ardyn snarled resentfully. “Let the damned gods find us! Let the Lord of the Skies smite us for our transgression!” he snapped with teeth bared into her skin. He words were broken by a growl, embrasure around her tightening possessively. “The gods have stolen everything from me! I’ll be damned before they take you as well! You, darling oracle, belong to me.” The anger in his words just distantly receded, a neediness and vulnerability marking him. He buried his face in her neck and she swore she could feel him shivering.
Resignedly, a grimness settled upon her face like winter frost, staring into the complexities of the ceiling that arced above like the night sky. The sky she found solace in with Noctis—the boy she was destined to serve, whom a great part of her still loved.
“Are you in love with me?”
The sudden question caused Ardyn to rear back, Lunafreya deadpanned by the even the signs of scourge whenever a part of him became unhinged. Maybe it was a foolish question to ask, but with the threat of Gentiana’s ability to manifest at any moment, she couldn’t afford to dally in post-coital intimacy as she was sure Ardyn wished to.
They had their duties. And hers were lead by masters who were not as clement as the ones Ardyn manipulated on puppet string.
Slowly did he peel himself from her, aghast. On his knees on her soiled sheets while she stared on almost impassively, calculatingly. She curled her legs away from beneath him, able to sit up and gaze at him unflinchingly.
“What...did you say?” he demanded in a chilled rasp, disbelieving.
Lunafreya rose from the bed, pawing through a dresser drawer nearby for undergarments to change afresh into, taking a wash cloth to swipe away excess sweat before neatly drawing a robe over her shoulders. She could draw a bath, then. As it was nearly noon and she was needed in Pagla by two.
“I simply asked if you loved me,” she stated again, bluntly, combing through an itinerary she and Gentiana had prepared over the weekend. Healing, and a memorial service for newly perished in Niflheim’s wars. Nothing novel, but utterly necessary. “Chancellor, if you would be so kind, please dress yourself. I have no intention of causing a scandal.”
In the vanity mirror as she was combing through her hair, she saw Ardyn appear from behind her and remain like a phantom, arms wrapping around her waist. Though she didn’t protest the gesture, she didn’t lean back to encourage him. Instead, she stared dispassionately at her own reflection and continued combing through tangled blonde locks she drew over her shoulder.
“Lunafreya...” Ardyn rasped, it impossible to see his eyes when his bangs cascaded over his face.
“I must leave within the hour. Please collect your things and go.”
This caused him to visibly stiffen, the hold around her waist relinquished and feeling his comfortable heat recede. The harder she stared into the mirror, the more his form faded into a ghostly translucence until he vanished into thin air. For several moment she absently combed through her hair before glancing over her shoulder, seeing all evidence of him vanished, even his clothing.
It was a strange thing, love. The love she bore for Noctis, for her people, and the world; it felt impossible for her to love more. For her family, absolutely. Gentiana, Ravus, Maria… But, where did Ardyn fit into all this?
She knew. Even if it was a cold, cold realization.
A dalliance. That’s what this all was. Luna didn’t know Ardyn’s true emotions and perhaps she wished not to. For it wouldn’t matter in the end. She would be the instrument that would bring peace to him and light back forevermore into the world.
Her duty was to Noctis. Not herself. To the world, to the Star, to the gods.
The brush was lain upon her vanity table, vision blurring.
If that was so damn true, why on earth did it feel like her heart was being torn to shreds?
She felt tears cascade down her cheeks. Hot, salted, real.
For the prompt “stamina” I finished the highrum fic I had gifted to @cyborgpluviophile a while ago so you guys get the 5 pages of lesbian porn I have been searching in this fandom forever
Title: Honey this doesn’t end until you beg for it
Ship: Cindy/Aranea
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: dom/sub dynamics, possessive behavior, butt slapping, overstimulation, mentions of past sexual assault
The first time Aranea had sex, it was with some boy who crushed her under his weight, made her bleed and left afterwards with barely a thanks. They were fifteen and Niflheim's sexual education summarized as “we don't know what the youth is talking about” but still. She deserved better than that. She must deserve better than that.
The rest of her sexual experiences up to this point compiled in a strange mix of people who had interpreted her desire to spice things up by tying her to the bed, and people who her boldness straight up turned off. To say she was desperate would be a ridiculous exaggeration, but at 35, she had for sure resigned herself to the simple thrill of a quick fuck in some funny location like everyone else.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
A few days late for day 1 of @ffxvnsfwweek but here I am with mutual masturbation!
Chapters: 1/3
Fandom: Final Fantasy XV
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Prompto Argentum/Noctis Lucis Caelum
Characters: Prompto Argentum, Noctis Lucis Caelum
Additional Tags: Canonical Character Death, Canon Compliant, Mutual Masturbation, Masturbation, Voyeurism, Dirty Talk, Angst, Pining, Unresolved Romantic Tension, i mean it resolves eventually but
Summary:
The thing is, Prompto has wanted Noct for years, but he knows better than to think he's ever going to have him. When they were kids in high school and Noct had politely but firmly rejected yet another eager girl in their class, Prompto had asked why. (If he'd secretly hoped the answer would be because I only want you, he didn't let it show.) Noct had complained that he was destined for a political marriage, so relationships were strictly off-limits. Anyone I'm seen with would cause problems for Dad, he'd said. Apparently my virginity is a bargaining chip.
So Prompto's made his peace with it, given up on any youthful dreams of confessing his feelings and having them returned, and moved on with life. But Noct is still Noct, still gorgeous and kind and funny, and Prompto still wants him.
A/N: DAY FIVE, coming in a little late I’m sorry! Honestly gotta thank Lee Taemin for this finish, if it weren’t for listening to “All About You” by him, I would not have finished this > >...Again, including the links to my previous days.
Day 1: https://licentiousladylunafreya.tumblr.com/post/167384964166/detention
Day 2:https://licentiousladylunafreya.tumblr.com/post/167444372956/indulgence
Day 3: S k i p p e d
Day 4: https://licentiousladylunafreya.tumblr.com/post/167505087786/sweet-lying-behemoth-cont
The four Chocobros weren’t ones for getting involved in domestic spats, or having them…Well….Maybe sometimes. Especially with the groups self-proclaimed married couple. Gladio and Ignis. The two were having a hell of row, and all over the one little thing Gladio had done...Not little to Ignis though...
“C’mon Iggs…You can’t be that upset?” Gladio followed after Ignis, who was storming up the stairs of the inn in Lestallum. Prompto and Noctis bringing up the rear with shitty little sniggles.
“Yes I can- And the least you could do is focus on the task at hand before resorting to your-! Your...!”
“My what?” Gladio challenged.
As Ignis reached the door to their room, and whipped around to look up at Gladio. “Your infidel!”
Gladio scoffed. “My infidel!? I barely spoke to the woman for two minutes?!”
Ignis ranted as he fumbled with the keys to unlock their door. “Yes, while I collected the bounty and we all had injuries that needed tending too ASAP.” He finally got the door open, swinging it open.
“I wasn’t even flirting. She had asked me about our mission!” Gladio argued as he followed Ignis inside.
As Prompto and Noctis went to go inside, Gladio had turned around in time to stop them.
“Hey, maybe you two should wait outside?” He put a hand up, gesturing for them to stop.
“Nooo way I’m missing this.” Prompto insisted and managed to slip past Gladio. As Gladio went to grab after him, Noctis then slipped past. “You two-!”
‘You two’, were now sitting on the edge of the bed, looking to Ignis who was obviously still fuming, then looked to Gladio like ‘Well?’. Gladio groaned, giving the two of them a slight glare. He didn’t want to argue with Ignis over something so stupid he thought, in front of Noctis and Prompto. He’d just have to suck it up and deal with it. As he looked up from them, Ignis was giving him a very displeased look from within the kitchen.
“Ignis, you’re blowing things way out of proportion.” Gladio paced over into the small kitchen with Ignis.
Ignis remained silent, only rummaging around for ingredients and bowls and whatnot. Slamming a cabinet here and there.
“Ignis will you quit being so stubborn-!” Gladio reached out to grab Ignis by the shoulder and got his hand smacked away.
“I’m not the stubborn one. I’m not the selfish one. What I AM, is ignored.” Ignis said now looking to Gladio, his voice now breaking into a low whisper. “It has been an entire month Gladio and this arguing is all the attention I’ve received from you…Even at camp you haven’t as much as even thrown me a glance or at least asked what I’m preparing…”
Gladio had nothing else to say at the moment. The look in Ignis’ eyes was palpable and he now understood why Ignis got so worked up over him chatting up that girl.
“Now, if you’d excuse me.” He spoke up. “I’ve got lunch to prepare.”
Gladio hadn’t felt this guilty in a long time. He had his reasons for the way he was being, but it wasn’t intentionally to hurt Ignis. He let out a small breath, and turned away, letting the man have his space in the kitchen. He then looked over to Prompto and Noctis who could also feel just how heavy the situation had gotten.
“Hey, uh, Noct?”
“Y-Yeah?”
“Maybe we should take a walk? I mean. I saw some new stands I think, let’s go check them out.””
“Right. And we’re out of…Stuff.”
“Mhm, let’s go.” Prompto said between his teeth now pushing Noctis along to the door. He knew Ignis and Gladio were gonna need a minute or two to sort things out, and he felt like it was best if they did it without an audience.
Gladio watched the two of them leave, waiting a moment before turning back to see Ignis. His brows were furrowed in either concentration or frustration as he added some ingredients to a bowl. As Gladio watched him, he began to think about the last time they were actually alone like this, and it seemed in been forever. But apparently Gladio had had any a opportunity. He could understand Ignis’ dilemma, but it’s not like he was trying to show that girl any more attention than he’d showed Ignis. She was literally cringing about their scars, and Gladio was just teasing her a bit. It must’ve been all the nervous giggling that set Ignis off and made things look bad. He let out a groan, and shuffled over to the kitchen.
“Do you want to talk about it, or keep moping?” Gladio asked as he propped against the doorframe.
“I’m not moping.” Ignis insisted. “I’m quite alright.”
“She was just asking about our scars Ignis.”
“I didn’t ask.”
“And I just made light of the situation and teased her a little.”
“Tsk, a little-…”
“Anything after that, wasn’t anything. It was brief, and I don’t think you should be that upset about it-“
“Where’s my brief moment?” Ignis suddenly interrupted. “Hm? Suddenly you don’t want me upset, well I’ve been upset this entire fucking month, and I missed you. I wanted your attention and when you do show some kind of attention I see you chatting up some girl and flexing your muscles at her…” Ignis says with a swallow, feeling a slight ache in his chest. He took a moment, taking a deep shuddered breath, and continued mixing.
“You missed me…?”
“Well we’re the self-proclaimed married couple, aren’t I allowed to miss my husband, even if he acts like I don’t exis-“
As Ignis had went to rant on, Gladio forced him around so quickly, and pulled him into a deep kiss. Muttering apologies over and over into the kiss. Ignis couldn’t help but return them, but his reciprocation was more heated and hungry. Gladio caught up, and started gliding his tongue into Igni’s mouth, feeling the man now lean his body against his with a soft moan-
“No-“ Ignis suddenly pulled away and darted away from him before he could touch him any further. He was now at the other side of the small kitchen. “Unless you’re going to assist me, get out of the way.”
“Iggs….” Gladio sighed. But seeing how small the kitchen was and how big he was, he could give Ignis little to no room to actually escape again. Saying nothing else, he braced his palms on the counter on either side of Ignis, leaving him trapped against him, and the counter. He noticed the sudden stutter in Ignis’ actions with a bowl he was grabbing, and was glad to see he was making some progress.
“I’m sorry okay?” Gladio nuzzled into the man’s neck, now kissing up to whisper against his ear. “What can I do to make it right, huh?” He nibbled down on his earlobe, giving a small tug. He felt Ignis twitch against him and gave a little hearty chuckle.
“G-Gladio, this space isn’t big enough for all that…”
“No, it’s not…But I’ve been in tighter places.” He teased, Ignis giving a breathy sigh in response. He gave Gladio another opening as he tilted his head to the side, completely abandoning his work with adding contents to the bowl.
Gladio slid the bowl to the side easily without spilling any of its contents, grasped Ignis by his hips as he spun him around to face him once more. He lifted the man up with ease, sitting him on the counter, amused by the surprised looked on his face.
“Wh-what are you-?!”
Before he could finish his sentence, the larger male hushed him with a kiss, rough hands still gripping Ignis’ hips. Gladio gave his hips a slight squeeze, and Ignis reluctantly let out a deep moan in response, before pulling away.
“No. I have to finish lunch before Noctis and Prompto return…And you are in no place to be making such demands may I remind you.” Ignis glared daggers at Gladio, who shot them right back.
“You do realize you’re being jealous over nothing? And I told you why I’ve been withdrawn for the last month. Now I’m trying to make it right and make-up for lost time…”
“You do realize you’re getting in my?” Ignis shot back. “Now let go of m-me…St-stop that…Gladio…”
As he went to protest and attempt to push the man away, strong hands quickly traveled up his body again, thumbs playing under the apron at his nipples through his shirt, and Gladio’s tongue licking at his neck.
“Let me make it up to you Iggy…You know I don’t care about the women here, or anywhere else for that matter. You don’t ever need to get jealous, there’s no competition. Just you.”
“N-Not on the counter….” Ignis muttered.
Gladio pulled away with a hopeful look. “What?”
“I said…” Ignis finally shifted free, enough to pull the apron over his head and toss it aside. “Not on the counter…” He still had a defiant look on his eyes, but Gladio knew just how to fix that. “That’s what the bed is for.”
Without another word, Gladio pulled Ignis into him, and lifted him up off the counter, Ignis instantly gripping onto his shoulders. He watched the smile playing at Gladio’s lips as he carried him over to the bed, still trying to hold his defiant little stare, but his blush and the curious little look in his eyes behind that defiance was evident. Before he even knew it, the two of them hit the bed with a heavy bounce as it creaked loudly. Ignis gave a sharp inhale suddenly feeling the bulge in Gladio’s pants pressed against his own growing erection.
“Well you’re not that mad at me…” Gladio smirked.
Ignis immediately looked away, an evident blush across his face. “It’s only a reaction…”
“Oh really?” Gladio barely grinded down on Ignis, the small of his back arching off the bed for a moment. “Because you’re pretty hard and I barely even touched you.”
“You’re not putting up a very good defense.” Ignis immediately argued, finally glaring back up at Gladio softly. Besides, Ignis had gone a whole month without much needed attention from Gladio, so his body had become a little needy, and may or may not have been aching for something to make him feel…Full.
“Didn’t realize I was on trial, your honor.” Gladio says sarcastically, as he played with buttons on Ignis’ shirt, eventually undoing them. Slowly as he watched Ignis became just a little darker shade of pink over his cheeks.
“Well you are…So I better be convinced.”
“Convinced of what, exactly?”
“Convinced, that you don’t go around flirting with these Lestallum broads.” Ignis spoke absentmindedly. He’d deprive himself of something later for using such language against the hardworking women of Lestallum.
Gladio on the other hand, found it hilarious, his head dipping down a bit as a laugh vibrated through Ignis’ neck, making him tremble.
“Ignis, it’s been just as long for me as it has for you, and the ladies haven’t exactly been on my mind…” Gladio admitted, now sitting back up as he gave Ignis a certain look, hand now stopping to grope over Ignis trapped erection.
Ignis swallowed, forcing back the moan that left him. “Well it doesn’t appear that it’s been me as of late.”
“It has Iggy. You have no idea. We’ve been nothing but injured and exhausted with our missions this past month and not being able to touch you because of it, has been killing me.”
The look on Ignis’ face was now a little more hopeful. Seems Gladio was actually aware of him. But still, it wouldn’t have been the first time that they engaged in rough sex because one or both of them were injured. They took advantage of the cuts and bruises sometimes. Then again, it was nice of Gladio to give him space, but he didn’t have to make it seem like Ignis didn’t exist. As that thought came back across Ignis’ mind, he was feeling disgruntled all over again. But his thoughts were cut short. He hadn’t noticed when, too lost being distracted in his thoughts, but Gladio already had his pants open, and a hand stroking at his now exposed shaft. He gave a sudden gasp, as his hips bucked slightly, only once, into the strong callused hand around him. He knew Gladio wasn’t being rough, yet, but gods the grip was still strong and firm and Ignis realized just how much he really missed those hands on him. Reluctantly, he reached up wrapping his arms around the larger male’s neck, and pulled him down into a deep kiss. Gladio reciprocated passionately, earning a small moan from the man below. There was never a trading of lips, just hot, open mouth kisses. Their tongues would tease at the other every now and then and both of them had Gladio had about reached his point with all these tongue teasing. As Ignis had flicked his tongue over Gladio’s bottom lip, Gladio shoved his tongue into Ignis’ mouth, making him give a startled moan. Gladio hungrily explored his lovers mouth, not really giving Ignis the chance or opportunity to fight back. The strength of the kiss alone was enough to make Ignis tangle his fingers in Gladio’s hair, and arch his back to press himself closer.
After claiming the man’s mouth, he broke away, both of them giving a pant, and moved to his neck, and down straight to his chest. Ignis trembled at the familiar feeling again Gladio’s mouth over his nipples. Ignis closed his eyes, and hands immediately trailed to caress the back of Gladio’s head. He arched his back, pushing up to Gladio for more, and felt him smile against his skin as he sucked with a light tug, pulling back on the bud a little. A soft whimper left Ignis and pushed Gladio’s head down, urging him on to leave more of the lovely bruises elsewhere. Gladio followed, moving down, and taking his time as he left wet kisses, sucking here and there and attacking with sweet little love bites. On his belly button especially, being rewarded with that keen he knew was going to follow.
Gladio looked up to see watch Ignis, and saw that he was no longer wearing his glasses, and was looking down at him with half-lidded, clouded eyes. He knew that was more than enough approval. Usually by this point, if the glasses stayed on, it was a no-go. But they were off, and the look on Ignis’ face was a needy one. Gladio moved back up quickly, kissing him in a rough frenzy, but Ignis kissed back with just as much passion. He glided his hands over chiseled abs and chest, no to his shoulders where he started shoving off his jacket. Gladio shimmied a little shuffling the jacket down more, now breaking from the kiss for just a second, to throw it aside. No sooner than the jacket had left Gladio’s body, Ignis was pulling him down into another heated kiss. While letting his mouth be claimed again, Ignis trailed his hands down the front of Gladio’s sculpted body, and stopped at the edge of his pants. He fumbled around with the button and zipper, hands bumping around against Gladio’s bulge. He growled, bucking his hips into Ignis, wanting him to quit messing around already, the man under him smirking to himself a bit. But he wanted the same thing too, and unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. He slowly reached into Gladio’s pants, now blushing into the kiss that suddenly turned wet and slow as Gladio let out a small groan feeling Ignis’ hands on him. No matter how intimate they had been, Ignis had always found his cheeks heating up at Gladio’s impressive length. He’d never said too much more to Gladio it than that it was impressive, not wanting to say all the other things that swirled around his head, fearing he’d sound a bit ‘undesirable’.
“Gladio…Off…”Ignis panted in-between their kissing, now nudging at his pants and boxers, pushing them as far down as he could.
Gladio obliged, lingering with the kiss a moment before pulling away, and sitting up to take off his pants and boxers, kicking them away. Ignis’ cheeks dusted over red as he watched, Gladio’s proud erection sway as he finished undressing. Gladio then smiled up to the blushing man, slowly pulling away his pants and boxers. Ignis shifting his legs around to help.
“Blushing over me again are we?”
“I-It’s just a reaction.” Ignis looked away from him once again.
Gladio just gave a hearty chuckle as he tossed Ignis’ pant aside. “Sorry…Guess it’s all just a reaction?” Gladio teased as he took ahold of Ignis’ thighs, spreading his legs apart.
Ignis was silent, huffing lightly as he still looked away. Honestly Gladio knew he was getting somewhere, but he couldn’t believe that Ignis was still going to try to act like this while they were together. That’s not what he wanted. Yeah, Ignis was reciprocating, but he wanted all of it. Not just some and a huff. He wanted his Ignis that loved him without hesitation.
“Really though, Ignis…I am sorry.”
Ignis acknowledged the sudden tone and would’ve felt bad if he didn’t look back over to Gladio.
“But don’t act like you want me then huff about that woman. I can’t even remember her face and don’t care too.”
Ignis felt a little smile laying at his lips. He pushed himself up, now just a scoot away from straddling Gladio.
“You of all people should know Gladio the reason I’ve acted this way is because I do want you. All of this is mine.” Ignis spoke as his hands glide up the front of Gladio. “And mine alone. Just you and nothing more, nothing less…With that I’m satisfied.”
“So you forgive me?”
Ignis chuckled, flashing a smirk. “I only said satisfied--…!?”
Ignis suddenly gasped finding himself lifted onto Gladio’s lap, and falling back onto the bed with man on top of him, grinding their erections together. He failed to bite back an embarrassing moan, and lolled his head to the side as he now panted and sighed out in pleasure. He moved his hips back up against him, wiggling his arms free to wrap them around his neck and engulf him in a quick kiss. Gladio kissed him back, just before pulling away, and quickly moving back down his body with more sloppy kisses, and spreading his thighs apart once more. Ignis slowly curled his fingers into the fabric of the sheets knowing what was about to come next…And sure enough, Gladio’s tongue graced his hole with its presence. Ignis arched up from the bed, letting out a deep groan of pleasure, practically falling back onto the bed with a small whimper. He felt Gladio’s tongue freely just swimming around without hesitation and he couldn’t control the twitches and shivers that erupted through his body because of it. Those, nor the embarrassing sounds he failed to hold in. Not that he really cared. All that mattered is that he was getting much needed attention from his lover. As he closed his eyes to officially get lost in the pleasure of Gladio’s tongue, he pulled away moments after. Ignis’ eyes came back open as he frowned, now looking down to gladio who was climbing back up between his legs. He looked up into GLadio’s eyes, still with the small pout, but knew GLadio knew what he was doing. Them an leaned down, Ignis thinking it was for another kiss, but before their lips could touch, Ignis let out a small strangled moan, tilting his head back into the pillow.
“G…Gladio…Aghn…”
Gladio had slowly started to press himself inside without warning and was steadily moving in deeper. Ignis gritted his teeth together for a moment fighting back the moan he knew for sure would’ve been the most feminine sound he’d made that evening. Gladio knew the sweet moan that he was holding back, and gave a quick thrust, fully sheathing himself, and forced the sweet sound he wanted to hear.
“Don’t hide your voice from me…” Gladio demanded, licking across his neck as he kept he head thrown back into the pillow, nails tearing through the sheets a little at all the clawing and pawing at them he’d been doing already.
Sitting up now in a better position to see Ignis’ face, with his hands braced at either side of his head, he looked down at him. His eyes closed, cheeks flustered, and trying to hide his face and moans into the pillow. Gladio’s eyes never left him as began with slow thrusts and let out soft groans, watching Ignis’ mouth fall open to let out hot moans, his back arching a little with each thrust. Ignis knew he was missing Gladio, but he didn’t realize just how much until now. He moved a hand up to grip his back and hooked a leg around his waist beckoning for more. Gladio dropped down to prop on his elbows, and Ignis now had both his legs wrapped around his waist. Gladio began thrusting into him faster, feeling Ignis’ nails lightly dig into his back and the soft noise from him right in his ear rushed straight to his erection, making him just want to fuck Ignis down into the mattress until he couldn’t take it. His steady pace he’d started slowly starting to turn into rough quick thrusts. Ignis’ grip on him tightened even more and a filthy moan erupted from deep in his throat.
“I-I’ve missed this…” Ignis moaned out, a sharp gasp following as Gladio was near his prostate. “I’ve missed you.” Ignis moaned out purposefully right against his ear. He still knew how to get just what he wanted from Gladio without having to directly ask or tell him…
Gladio let out a lascivious growl into Ignis’ neck, now balling a fist into the sheets as he now hooked his arm around Ignis’ waist, raising his hips a little. And with that little change in position, Gladio’s thrusts were coming right down into his prostate. He instantly came unwound, desperately keening as he threw his head back into the pillow. Everything else melting away as he felt the heat of his climax approaching. Gladio could tell by his reaction and how tight he grew around him that he’d just gotten the side of Ignis he wanted. That part of him that was a wallowing mess that complied with all his feelings.
“Can you …Forgive me?” Gladio panted, grinding against the bundle of nerves.
Ignis let out a porn worthy moan, lolling his head to side against the pillow, a small curse escaping under his breath. He barely heard Gladio, lost ina haze of lust, seeing stars the more Gladio grinded into him.
“Iggy…Say it.” Gladio now gave shallow thrusts into his prostate, each one becoming less and less shallow, using more force to ram into him. “Ignis…” Gladio moaned into his neck, feeling himself coming close.
“I-I…” Ignis couldn’t form the words. He knew what he wanted to say, but the only thing that would come out were groans and high moans and just mixed noises of pleasure.
“Talk to me Ignis…” Gladio’s voice was low and almost in a growl, as he now lifted Ignis’ legs to hoist them over his shoulders.
This only made things worse, Ignis giving out a small cry as he was feeling Gladio thrust right into his prostate with each snap of the hips. All Ignis wanted to do, was yell ‘yes’, when his mouth came open. When Gladio was sending him through those rushes of pleasure, he wasn’t even himself anymore. But he needed to say something or else…He put his arms back around Gladio’s neck, who was still making the man tremble, jerk, an release embarrassing sounds while he abused his prostate.
“I-I…” Iginis cut himself off with another little cry. “I-I forgive you!” His words came out in a desperate moan as he gripped the sheets near his head, other hand now gripping Gladio’s shoulder. “A-And I’m sorry-Ahah~…” Gladio was practically shoving himself down into Ignis with each thrust, grunting with each one. “It was such a trivial th-thing to be-!!!”
Failing in an attempt to speak when he was already about to burst, he cut off his own words with a loud cry as he came. Gladio delivering a few more final rough thrusts before exploding inside him with a low growl, keeping down a moan. Ignis trembled at the sensation of the warm thick fluid invading his insides, and was more than aware of the mess he had made. He still gripped the sheets painfully and panted gutturally with Gladio as he gazed at the ceiling, his vision fading back to him. He swallowed and felt the shift of Gladio’s weight as he slowly pushed himself back up onto his palms to gaze down at him.
“I…Love you.” He panted out, watching the tired smile that formed at Ignis’ lips.
“I know… I lo-“
Knock Knock!
Gladio and Ignis froze.
Mr. Gladio? Ignis? Arou two alright in there?
The voice was obviously that of Talcott’s, and Ignis gasped lightly, Gladio only giving a ‘snrk’, tempted to laugh.
“W-We’re fine!” Ignis yelled over to the door, now watching as the knob twisted. “G-Gladio move-!”
TALCOTT!
NO!
DON’T DO IT!
The stampede and voices of Iris, Prompto and Noctis suddenly came to the rescue.
You dooon’t want to go in there right now buddy!
“U-Uh yeah! Uhm, how about we go-
Ice cream! Let’s go get ice cream! Ice cream sounds GREAT right now! Right Talcott?!
But we just had-
Come on Talcott!
The two were hushed, still listening, and only heard everyone’s footsteps fading away…Ignis let out a giant sigh of relief, Gladio only wilting to laugh into his neck.
“I don’t know how I’d explain to Talcott what’d he seen if he opened this door…” A weak chuckle left Ignis.
“You could always tell him the truth…”
“Please, that’s nowhere near my place…Only his guardian should have such a conversation with him…”
“If you say so.” Gladio pushed himself back up to look back down at Ignis. “So, you were saying something before we were interpreted?”
“Hm? Was I…?” Ignis played, giving Gladio a look.
“Yeah. You wanna say it now?” Gladio gave a small groan.
“Tsk, I can’t say I remember what it was.”
“Ignis…”
“Was it something important?” Ignis wrapped his arms around Gladio’s neck.
“Very. One of the most important things to me.”
Ignis swallowed at the confession, but smiled charmingly all the same. “I love you, too.”
Gladio smiled back down at Ignis again, and went to lean in for another kiss.
“You guys done yet!?”
“Prompto!?”
The two froze again as Prompto swung the door open on them, Noctis being the one yelling at him now for doing so.
“What, I didn’t hear anything I thought maybe they were- O-Oh!” As Prompto noticed the scene before him, he blushed. Noctis noticed he didn’t hear anything though either, and peeked around into the room.
“…Are you done? ….Can we eat?”
Gladio only glared at the two. “Last I checked, we’re still naked and I’m still insi-“
Ignis suddenly cut Gladio off with a laugh. Mainly a laugh of embarrassment and frustration, but a laugh all the same.
“It is about that time isn’t it? Gladio I should be finishing up…Can you two wait outside just a moment- Prompto!?”
“What- !?”
Prompto had snapped a picture second before Noctis quickly shut the door. They could hear the two bickering outside, Noctis wondering what Prompto could honestly gain from the picture, and he argued that it was ‘romantic’. Ignis and Gladio only sighed. If they didn’t know any better, Prompto and Noctis were more like pesky little children than adults…
Time has become one long, infinite moment, and his breath is stuck in his lungs, and the horror in his chest is like ice.
This is how you ruin friendships. This is how you get someone to hate you. This is the worst moment of his life, and that counts his seventh birthday, when his parents promised they'd be home but weren't, and he waited in the living room until 2 am, hoping they were just caught in traffic, until he fell asleep with his head pillowed on the kitchen table.
"Who's there?" says Noct.
And there's no choice, really. Not unless he wants to dig a hole in the floorboards and hide in there until his body starts to decompose.
So he clears his throat, and he says. "Uh. Hi?"
And Noct says, "Prompto?" in a voice that's strained and kind of higher pitched than usual, and a second later, Noct is throwing open the closet door.
His face is flushed and his hair is rumpled, and his shirt's untucked, hanging down over a very, very obvious erection. Despite the stomach-churning anxiety sweeping over Prompto in waves, his brain takes the time to register how unfairly good Noct looks like that.
