HI SENPAI. i have a request, one that i have been craving for. would it be okay to request some regnis? "Are you wearing that for me?" HOHOHO please and thank you senpai I HOPE U HAVE A GUREITO DAY
HELLO SENPAI. YES, OF COURSE I'D BE HAPPY TO WRITE MORE IN THIS AU FOR YOU. <3 I KNOW YOU LOVE IT SO MUCH, AND HONESTLY SO DO I BECAUSE HUEHUEHUE THEY ARE SO GOOD TOGETHER. (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و PLEASE ENJOY.
Title: Diplomacy At Its Finest Series: Ruin Me Pairing: Regnis (Ignis Scientia x Regis Lucis Caelum) Rating: Mature (NSFW - PWP - Age Gap - Magic Kink) Word Count:~2630 Prompt: “Are you wearing that for me?”
Summary: Ignis is obligated to go to a dinner function as part of the High Council.
A/N: This is part of my 'Ruin Me' AU which can be found here. Please enjoy! :)
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Formal functions with the King always were a tricky affair for Ignis. On one hand, he had to keep a level of decorum that is expected of his title in the High Council, and on the other it’s a game between him and his older lover who has a penchant for making things very difficult for him. Like tonight. Tonight, the King has chosen to wear a vest that Ignis had given to him for observing an anniversary for the two of them, and never in his wildest dreams did he think that Regis would wear it to an event such as this.
“Do you want to sneak out of here?” Ignis startles when he hears the Prince of Lucis address him, Noctis now standing by his side looking thoroughly put out. “I don’t want to be here either.”
“You know that it’s customary to remain through at least dinner.” He looks across the room at where Regis is standing with both Clarus and a dignitary he recognizes from the Cleigne region. “We haven’t been seated yet.”
“Why do I have to go to these things when you’re here?” Noctis groans, shaking his head. “I hate these affairs. When I’m the King, you can bet that I won’t be throwing these lavish parties for heads of states that don’t even know anything about our beloved city. Did you know, I heard…”
Noctis’ voice drowned away into nothing as Ignis happens to catch Regis’ eyes for a split second. His older lover tips his glass towards him, and casually touches the vest that he’s wearing, making it clear to Ignis that he’s worn this specifically for him. His heart does a double take in his chest, his cheeks growing warm as he quickly looks away to avoid embarrassing himself.
“You’d be surprised at what you might learn if you listened to the conversations happening around you.” Ignis clears his throat as he hears Noctis stop speaking.
“Hey - they’re letting us in now.” Gladio appears in front of them, looking as put out as Noctis is. For being the Prince’s retainers, they have such different positions when it comes to these formal affairs. “Ignis, you’re going to sit with us, aren’t you?”
“I-”
A warm hand touches his shoulder, causing him to freeze as he knows that touch. “I’m afraid that he’s going to be seated next to me this evening, gentlemen.” Regis keeps his hand on his shoulder, his fingers lightly digging into his suit jacket with just enough pressure that gets his body to grow heated at the touch. “We have business to conduct during this dinner.”
“Very well, father.” Noctis looks up at him with a smirk. “Don’t have too much fun, Ignis.”
“What Noctis said.” Gladio grins and walks off with the Prince, leaving him alone with the King.
People pass by them, paying them no attention as they have yet to move towards the dining hall. “Your Majesty, if you wouldn’t mind removing your hand so that I may go into the dining hall?”
“As soon as dessert is brought to the table, I want you to excuse yourself.” Regis speaks low into his ear, Ignis’ hand balling into a fist by his side as he tries to remain calm. “Go to my private chamber. I won’t be too far behind you.”
“H-How will you leave?” He knows it’s none of his business, but the question still comes out of his mouth as if he had no filter.
The hand on his shoulder disappeared, and soon dropped to brush against his backside. “I’ll say I’m feeling unwell. Don’t worry, Ignis. I won’t keep you waiting. You have my word.”
Ignis gives a nod of his head, and then waits for Regis to begin walking towards the dining hall while he trails behind him, his mind going a mile a minute as he prays to the Astrals that his erection is not noticeable by anyone near him. He quickly takes a seat to the left of the King, while Clarus takes the seat to the right, and further down the hall he sees Noctis and Gladio having a discussion that leaves them both smiling. Ignis wishes he could smile right now, but decorum dictates that he must remain impassive, keeping a neutral expression on his face as the conversations begin again with the King and his guests.
Throughout the duration of dinner, Ignis struggles to remain calm as it seems the King has other ideas for him. While Regis is engaged in a somewhat heated discussion with the couple across the table from them, his hand wanders up Ignis’ thigh and finds a spot right at the juncture of his thighs. The table cloth shields their antics, while Ignis is tortured by his King with his hand rubbing his cock in a very gentle, yet very difficult to ignore, way. Ignis unconsciously spreads his legs a bit wider beneath the table, and Regis abides by the silent request and puts his entire hand over Ignis’ crotch, his hand squeezing his cock with a playful touch.
He knows he’s sweating, he can feel the perspiration on the back of his neck. His face, however, shows no signs of discomfort, nor does it show signs of anything else except the neutral expression he’s become so good at wearing at these functions. Regis tends to keep him on his toes, Ignis never sure what the game will be until it’s set into motion. The last Royal function that took place a few weeks ago, Ignis had found himself standing in a dark corner while the King took his time teasing him by grinding against his ass while the others moved around, paying them no attention whatsoever.
Dessert finally appears, Ignis exhaling as Regis’ hand finally moves away from his crotch. His cock is throbbing - it’s been throbbing the last fifteen minutes - and he has to will it down so he can stand up and not make a scene. Clearing his throat, he sets his napkin down and nods his head towards their guests. “I’m afraid I must leave. Please do enjoy the rest of your evening. Your Majesty.” Regis nods his head towards him, the two sharing a quick look. “Clarus. Have a good night.”
“Take care of yourself, Scientia. You look a little flushed. I hope you’re feeling alright.” Clarus comments, then picks up his glass of wine and resumes the discussion their area had been involved in as Ignis pushes his chair back under the table.
He gives a nod to both Gladio and Noctis, who wave and continue enjoying their dessert. For two people that didn’t want to be there, it amuses Ignis to no end that he’s the first to leave the party. He practically races to the elevator, needing to distance himself as fast as possible, as his blood begins to try and make its way back down to his sore cock.
Using his own key to Regis’ private chamber, he enters the room and heads right to the bedroom. He knows it might take Regis another hour or two, but he’s hoping it’ll be a much quicker affair tonight. He knows that his lover is on the same edge that he’s experiencing right now. Taking his shoes and socks off, Ignis quickly removes his tuxedo pants, and then struggles to get his cufflinks out of his shirt. Taking a few deep breaths, he gets them off and then takes off the rest of his clothes, and gets himself situated on the bed.
Ignis kneels on the bed facing the bedroom door, his hands behind his back. Looking down, he sees that his cock is an angry red color, his body itching to be touched again by someone. He would have put his hands on his thighs, but the temptation to pleasure himself was too great and so he keeps his hands behind his back so he won’t risk touching himself when he knows that will make his lover upset.
The door opens to the chamber, and Ignis almost sobs in relief when he hears Regis call out to him. “My darling, I’m sorry to have kept you waiting for so long.” Regis enters the bedroom, and stops walking as he looks at him with a pleased smile on his face. “This is a marvelous surprise.”
“Regis…” He moans, no longer needing to keep up appearances as he begs his lover through the way he says his name. Regis, thankfully, understands and comes over to the bed, the vest he’d bought him looking gorgeous on his body. “Y-You wore it…” He looks at him, his eyes full of lust as he hones in on the vest. “Are you wearing that for me?”
“Of course I did.” Regis puts his hand on Ignis’ face, and cups it gently. He turns his head into the touch and releases a needy moan, rubbing his face against the palm of the King’s hand. “It’s too beautiful to keep hidden away. I thought you would be pleased that I wore it.”
“I am.” Lifting his head, he looks up at his lover and feels his ears begin to ring as heat starts to flood through his body. He still doesn’t believe that the King is his lover. “Please - I’m so horny right now, Your Majesty…”
A dark chuckle leaves the King’s mouth, which makes his cock start to throb again. “I bet you are.” Regis sits on the bed and brings his hand close to Ignis’ cock, but doesn’t touch it. “You did very well tonight at dinner. I thought you’d be more of a mess when I came up here.”
“I w-waited for you, sir.” He knows it’s the right answer, as Regis puts his hand around his cock. He screams in relief as he leans back against his heels. “Oh, Gods, t-that’s good….”
“If you come now, you’ll be able to come again, won’t you, Ignis?” Regis slowly strokes his cock, Ignis nodding his head as he lets the pleasure begin to flow through him. He releases a heady moan as the first shock of thunder magic hits his system, Regis’ hand pushing it through to him via his stiff cock. His lover isn’t giving him a choice in the matter as the magic flowed through his system, making white bleed behind his closed eyelids. “Yes, darling…”
He comes hard, unable to stop himself as he’s been edged over and over throughout the duration of the dinner. It feels so good to finally let go, his shoulders slumping forward as he comes, his body feeling like it’s floating as Regis pushes a little more thunder magic into his body through his cock. His body feels like it's on fire, but he knows that that’s a different kind of magic that Regis may or may not use on him tonight.
Falling onto his back, he stares up at Regis, who is now without any sort of clothing on his body. “W-Were you happy with me tonight, Regis?”
“You know that I was.” Soft kisses touch his neck as Regis gets settled between his thighs. “All night, all I wished to do was to be with you like this - to see your naked body beneath mine.” Lips touch his ear as a sharp shiver runs down his back. “Were you aware that every part of you is divine?”
Shuddering hard, Ignis shakes his head as he pushes his hips down, wanting to feel the King’s cock. “No, that can’t be true. You’re the divine one, Your Majesty.”
“Cute, darling.” Regis smirks, pushing the tip of his cock into Ignis’ body. “But we both know what you want, hmm? And it’s….this.”
The King snaps his hips forward, driving all of his cock into Ignis’ body without any restraint. Ignis moans loud, his arms locking around Regis’ neck as he draws him closer to his body. Laying his hands flat on his back, he pushes some of the magic that’s still coursing through his system, using his preferred fire magic to pass back to the King. He feels him thrust forward hard after the touch, Regis’ moans sounding as wrecked as he currently feels.
“Oh, Ignis…” His hips lifted up as Regis began to pound his cock hard into his body. It’s always either sweet and slow, or fast and hard with this man, and it appears tonight it’s the latter rather than the former. And after experiencing being edged for so long at dinner, it’s everything that Ignis wants.
Reaching down, he starts to touch himself as Regis holds tight to his hips, pounding into him in an erratic manner. The hand on his left hip pulses some fire magic back into his body, making him scream in pleasure as he takes the hit and feels his body burn. He jerks himself off faster, getting closer and closer to another orgasm as Regis thrusts in and out of him, his thick cock pushing against his inner walls. Ignis gets hit with another dose of magic from the King, and flies over the edge with abandon, tossing his head back and forth as he comes again, moaning his lover’s name in an incoherent manner. He feels Regis push deep inside of him, and then his insides grow warm with his lover’s release now staining his insides as they reach their apex as one.
The King drops down onto his body, Ignis holding him close as they both regain their breaths after such a quick and intense session. “You’ll stay here tonight, won’t you, darling?” Regis asks, as the two of them share a loving kiss with one another. “We don’t have any early meetings thanks to Clarus knowing how I hate anything before ten after a function like that.”
“Of course I’ll stay, Regis.” After a quick wipe down, the two lay together under the covers, Ignis feeling safe in the King’s arms. “You know I don’t wish to be anywhere else except for here.”
“I know. And it makes me happy.” Regis drops another kiss on his lips, leaving him wanting a little more. “I’ll be traveling to Altissia again soon, and I was planning on taking you with me.”
“Only me, sir?”
He looks up and sees a smile on the King’s face. “I do believe you’re the only one on the itinerary with me. Clarus has something to attend to in Lestallum.”
“Will we be getting any work done?” He asks, suddenly feeling his arousal perk up at the idea of taking a trip alone with Regis. “Or is it a working trip?”
“By working, it's lunch with the Secretary of State, and then maybe a day or two extra to see some of the sites.”
Ignis laughs as he feels Regis start to kiss along his neck, clearly feeling the same friskiness he’s feeling right now. “It sounds to me like I might be only seeing the four walls of a hotel room.”
“And this is a problem because why?” Regis lifts his head, then smirks as he reaches down and makes a fist around Ignis’ cock. “Be a good boy, and come sit on me again. I’d like to have a little more sex before we fall asleep, if you wouldn’t mind. Someone had to turn me on like I’m the teenager in this relationship tonight at dinner.”
Ignis moans low, and nods his head. “Whatever you wish for, My King.” He does as Regis requests, and gets himself back onto his lover’s cock, and feels him stretch his body in the best way possible. He’s happy to be back with his King for another fun night of revelry, that only Regis can provide to him.
