024 » hey mister dj keep playin' this song for me

[inlay]

[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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[blindloyalty]

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...?

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[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...

[blindloyalty]

[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.

[inlay]

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?]

[blindloyalty]

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]

[inlay]

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.]

[blindloyalty]

... 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?

[inlay]

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.]

[blindloyalty]

[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.]

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[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.

[blindloyalty]

[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.

[inlay]

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...

[blindloyalty]

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.

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[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.]

[blindloyalty]

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.

[inlay]

[...the fuck —]

Are you asking me if this is a relationship or just a thing?

[blindloyalty]

[he takes an awkward, shaky breath.]

I'm having some difficulty interpreting which you'd prefer by that statement.

[inlay]

I'm not the kind of guy who just sleeps around! I wouldn't...

[he's getting a little too loud. he dials it back to a mildly annoyed hiss.]

I wouldn't get off on you if I didn't think you'd... make me happy and stuff.

[blindloyalty]

Forgive me, then.

[he runs his fingers through prompto's still drying hair as he considers his next words.]

Then we should absolutely tell them. I think they would be happy for us, if not terribly surprised. So... You are gay, then?

[inlay]

...I don't know. Like I said... I like Noct, and I like you...

[those fingers seem to soothe his ruffled feathers, at least. prompto huffs and rubs his head into ignis's touch. he should really pull his pants up, but he's just... too lazy.]

I'm just... worried that might make things awkward for Noct and Gladio. And... we've never been on a date or anything... [what a little romantic.] But I guess we don't really have time for that.

[blindloyalty]

[his voice is just almost inaudible as he starts speaking]

I like Noct too, but that's never happening.

[he eases up and sighs softly. he pulls up his jogging bottoms thinking that he'll need to clean up again]

And yet, Noct has time to fish all day and night. And how many times have we puttered about waiting for some daemon abomination to show up so that we could kill it? I think we can make time for a couple dates... In fact, I think we should go on one before you decide whether you'd like to commit to me in that way.

And we'll have a bit more leverage if we speak up about this without hiding behind lies and excuses.

[inlay]

...Yeah.

[he should take ignis's cue and pull up his own pants, but prompto stays put and decides to fiddle with a lock of iggy's hair instead.]

I mean — you know. It's not that I... don't want to... date you. But I'm... I'd rather not involve Noct unless we're sure this is — that this is gonna work out.

[he tries for a lighter tone.] I mean, can you imagine how bad Gladio would roast me if I screwed up with you? He'd never let me live it down.

[blindloyalty]

I can respect that. It would be terribly awkward to have that hang betwixt us unnecessarily. As a counter argument, it's impossible to tell if anything will work out. We have the benefit of having known one another as friends for a while at least.

[he bites his lip as his heart skips a beat with the hair touching. prompto really was very cute, wasn't he? all big eyes, freckles, and a pinkish palette. he had a lot of appeal.]

But I won't let Gladio or anyone tease you about this. Matters of the heart are delicate affairs.

[inlay]

Not like that, but I mean... I'm serious when I say that you're, you know... the perfect guy...

[come to think of it.]

Wait, so, Ignis, uh... are you, like...

[blindloyalty]

[he can't help but redden as he's called the "perfect guy" for probably the second time that week. he feels a little tripped up. he wants to pay the compliments back, but not in a forced way... his mouth forms a shy smile]

Am I what?

[as much as ignis wishes he could read noct and prompto's minds... no such luck yet]