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[shopping in lestallum is always a hectic affair, so it doesn't surprise prompto when noctis says he's going to stay in their hotel room and take a nap. it also doesn't surprise prompto when gladiolus says he'll stay behind with noct: the prince's shield can't ever be too far from the prince, and all.

that leaves prompto to help ignis shop for supplies (potions, groceries, the usual) — which is a good thing, because prompto likes shopping. he's agreeable enough in personality that he doesn't question ignis's purchases, and he takes the heavier things without even being asked, out of consideration to ignis. which doesn't make sense, really, because ignis could probably outlift prompto any day, but prompto figures that the brunette does enough for all of them as it is — so helping him take stuff back to the hotel is the least he can do.

by the time they manage to escape the hustle and bustle of the market, their wallet is lighter and their bags are heavier — but prompto's cheery demeanor doesn't waver as he puts what ignis wanted him to carry down on the leville hotel kitchen counter and dusts off his hands like he's accomplished some momentous task.]

So! What were you gonna make with all this anyway, Iggy?

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Looks like it.

[ignis doesn't sound displeased, but there is an awkward air around it. he steps into the bathroom for ten seconds as he changes into a pair of really rather fashionable sweatpants and a dark grey henley.

he crawls onto the bed, looking at the novel in his hands. He smirks.]

Interesting book?

Uh, yeah. I totally get why Gladio reads it all the time, staring at just the one page.

[ignis's change of clothes is... distressing. no one should look that attractive in what amounts to their pajamas. he looks soft and touchable and prompto should definitely, definitely not be thinking of how he'd squeezed his own really rather prominent pec.

he shifts his legs awkwardly and holds the book over his lap.]

[ignis glances down and turns his head as he covers his mouth and chuckles. he figured, but the confirmation is great]

Prompto, most men would use a pillow, or just get under the covers for that. Gladio'll be irate if he finds out you're using it for that.

Regardless... You needn't be ashamed. I think I've set the bar rather high tonight.

[prompto blushes, answering in a soft hiss rather than a yell because he does not need noct and gladio waking up to see him trying to hide his ignis-inspired boner.]

I'm not touching it!

[he lifts the book to show that there's a distance between the book and his groin, but, well, that just winds up showing his groin. he looks down at the bulge in his own plush sweatpants and curls into himself as if that will hide it.]

...You're the one that did this, you know...

[ignis whispers in turn. it would do no good for noct and gladio to see this or hear this, at all.]

I didn't say you were. Just get under the covers! You're being silly.

[he scoots in and tries to pull the book from prompto's hands. his face warms to that very honest admission. he stops in his book grabbing]

Really? All that from just seeing me?

[embarrassed, prompto slinks underneath the comforter, setting gladio's book on the nightstand so that ignis can't get at it. it still feels uncomfortable between his legs, but — he'll get over it. if ignis doesn't give him any more reasons to think about that, he'll get over it.]

...Yes. Is that a crime now?

Of course not. Just seems to be a rather intense reaction to a glimpse.

[he looks at his watch, then stands and turns out the lights in the room, coming back to nestle himself under the covers.]

That does confirm my suspicions at least.

[it wasn't just a glimpse, prompto thinks, but wisely he doesn't say anything about it. he rolls over onto his side, facing away from ignis as if somehow that's going to make the man forget everything. he tugs at the loose fabric of his own sweatpants, trying to resist the impulse to give himself a few strokes; somehow prompto's imagination alone has gotten himself hard enough that he suspects it would feel amazing if he touched himself, but... not like this, right next to ignis...]

What do you mean, suspicions...

[Ignis scoots closer to ensure some privacy. under the covers he places a hand on prompto's hip and continues to whisper]

I think you might take me up on my offer.

[his fingers brush against the exposed boxers. he's only mildly surprised as he starts to get hard again himself]

[the hand on his hip makes him freeze up. what's ignis doing? he couldn't be, right? only in his fantasies would ignis possibly —]

I-Iggy...

[prompto half turns his head over his shoulder, and then turns right back around and buries it in his pillow.]

Iggy, don't... don't tease.

Who's teasing?

[his hand slides forward a bit towards his crotch, his hand brushing his erection.

he didn't actually mean to do that. the idea was to test the waters. but here's prompto's dick under his hand. he doesn't just pull his hand away as it might send the wrong message... what's better in this situation.]

If it's alright, of course...?

[a good part of prompto thinks they shouldn't do this. it could get messy, and not just in the hot way. there could be consequences. gladio and noct might find out.

but the moment ignis's hand finds him, prompto realizes there's nothing in the world he wants more than for ignis to just squeeze, slip into his pants and just stroke —

the words spill out of his mouth before he can help himself, helpless and needy, like the whining of a spoiled child.]

C'mon, keep going...

[he knows this probably shouldn't get too far, but he's finding it hard to resist now that his hand's there and prompto is incredibly willing.

[he slides his hand down over the length, mapping what he's got from over his pants. he slides his hand fully between promto's thighs to feel out the entire package. he moves in even closer to get a better angle. and with it, he's pressed fully against prompto, his own half-hard cock poking him in the ass.]

[he presses prompto's cock against his own belly as he relives how he was caught earlier. the event takes a decidedly less embarrassing feel now. he traces the shell of prompto's ear with his tongue, his hand moving under prompto's sweatpants, but still over the boxers. his fingers brush the little bit of skin through the opening.]

You forgot to do up your button here.

I didn't forget.

[prompto shifts in the bed, swallowing audibly on a dry throat. he angles himself so that his ass is more firmly pressed against ignis's semi; he wiggles shamelessly, trying to get the older man fully hard. it's not fair if he's the only one suffering, right?]

That's how you prefer it, then?

[he stifles his hitched breaths as prompto wiggles against him. he stiffens immediately, the contact is wonderful. even if he did get off in the last ten minutes, he's ready to go again, he thinks.

he pulls prompto's underwear down inside his sweatpants, wrapping his hand around his length. he gives it a squeeze and buries his face in prompto's neck, needing to hide momentarily.]

We can't. Not here.

[even as he says this, he starts to stroke him base to tip to imagine it better. his other hand goes to his cock, giving it a single, relieving squeeze]

M-Maybe I wanted some room to breathe —

[that's as far as prompto gets in defending his boxer button choices before ignis's hand pulls his pants down entirely and begins stroking him like he's trying to figure out the size and shape of him. prompto's hips arch into the touch.]

Oh, yeah...

[half-gasped, prompto buries his mouth in his pillow to stifle his sounds. still, he's breathing raggedly, and he has to bite gently into his own tongue to resist the urge to whimper. it's worse when he pictures how ignis must look after his shower — with his hair flat and sexy in a vulnerable way.]

... We have to be quiet. I don't want to be caught like this.

[and yet he continued to jerk him beneath the covers, trying to pocket enough space so that they wouldn't make any suspicious sounds. He pauses only to pull prompto's sweatpants down to give him more room to work]

[he gives up trying to touch himself in such a small space- there's a little rustling and fiddling, and then ignis' bare cock against prompto's bare ass. he switches his grip on prompto's cock as he continues to whisper in his ear]

How's that?

Yes —

[that's all that prompto says, in a heady and reverent voice. he's already oozing precome, greedy and eager to be brought to orgasm; he can't bring himself to roll over and look at ignis directly — so he settles for touching ignis's wrist, gently and lovingly, relishing its every movement, the warmth of ignis's fingers.]

Damn, Iggy, you're wrecking me...

[oh, if he says that now, he's going to have a fun time when they get some privacy later.]

[he kisses up prompto's neck, heart beating hard in his chest as he wets his hand with his precome. he continues where he was, this time slicker and firmer in his hand.

his cock slides between prompto's cheeks somewhat by mistake, and he makes a soft hiss of enjoyment.]

Very good. [his tight, restrained, but so aroused breaths puff against prompto's jaw. he makes a strained sound in his throat as the pleasure mount between them. he spills for the second time between prompto's thighs and over his sack.]

[finally it's the sound of ignis coming behind him — because of him — that finishes prompto off. his hands grip the bedsheets as he spills himself against ignis's hands; in his mind, he pictures how ignis must look right now, sharp blue eyes hazy with lust and afterglow. he wants to turn around. he wants to.

prompto hesitates one moment, then rolls over, eyes closed (mostly out of embarrassment) as he leans forward to give ignis a small, lopsided peck on the mouth.]

That was... that was so good, Iggy.

[feeling prompto's cum over his hand slightly ironically solidifies how real what they just did was. he wipes his hand in the sheets on his side away from anything else. he gives prompto a kiss in turn before turning and checking to see if the others had stirred at all.

thank god.]

I'd have to agree. [he pulls prompto into his arms to bask in the afterglow, hands loosely around his chest and stomach.]

But next time... [he trails off. what was he going to even say? they'd get their own room? would they even really be able to do that without the others noticing? and even if they did, the coin purse would always be suspiciously a little light.]

I would like there to be a next time.

I need there to be a next time.

[if he was thinking at all about what he was saying he'd probably be too embarrassed to say it. but as it is, it's easy to fall back into his typical hyperbole and overreactions. i need this. i need you. et cetera, et cetera.

finally, he brings himself to look up at ignis, and it's wonderful. with his hair flat and his glasses absent, ignis almost looks like a completely different man. and, sure, prompto's seen him like this before — they all have — but somehow ignis has a different appeal, all aftersex and shampoo scent. prompto's expression softens the more he looks at ignis, thinking of that slightly tipsy day they'd shared in the kitchen, when ignis poured him wine and kissed him twice.]

I can't believe how bad I want you... a few weeks ago, I wouldn't even have thought about it...

Me neither, really. [he cups prompto's face and just stares down at him lovingly. he places a kiss on his forehead between his eyebrows.]

[he's always thought prompto was cute, but in the way that he's noct's dorky little friend. and then they became friends but he still never thought of him that way.]

... I think we should tell Noct.

[prompto laughs a slightly disbelieving laugh, both at the loving forehead kiss he's just received and at ignis's suggestion. that... doesn't sound like a good idea. would noct really be okay with that?]

You're way smarter than I am, Iggy, so I trust you, but, uh... why?

[god, it'd be like if your best friend and your mom started dating.

but prompto's smart enough to not say that out loud.]

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I'd prefer being forthright when we still have the illusion of being well-behaved. It's not that I relish the idea of Noct being privy to my personal life.

[he.... should pull his pants up and clean up. and he likes being cleanly. but he wants this little moment to go on for a bit longer.]

That is, unless you only want to have sex with me. Then I can't see why we can't keep it between us.

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