... yeah unfortunately like i thought i could just walk past them you know how lestallum is, it was one of those alleyways and they were kind of on some steps and a dumpster but i thought i'd still be safe?!?! i've never seen someone shoot that far???
On the upside, the fact that we are in Lestallum means that there
is easily accessible shower. It will not remove the memory, but at least
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[noct and gladio are asleep, in the other bed and the sofa respectively, but prompto isn't overly concerned with the volume of his voice as he talks to ignis. they're deep sleepers, they won't wake up just because prompto's a little loud! ...that said, he looks over at ignis and stifles a laugh, smiling and explaining himself in a relatively quiet voice.]
...Sorry. It's just kind of funny. 'Cause you're always taking care of us, you know?
[the latter half of that childish whine melts into a lusty moan as noct's fingers find prompto's cock, working him into a pretty blond mess on the mattress. the pleasurable little flash of pain at his collarbone as noctis leaves his mark doesn't deter prompto in the least from pressing kisses whereever he can get them — on noct's forehead, his scalp, a spot just above his ear.]
Why can't you ever just give me instant gratification?
[not like he really wants instant gratification. it's much more fun to be teased. but it's also fun to whine and pout at your handsome, handsome boyfriend while he's giving you some pretty solid handjob action.]
[ There's a content little hum against Prompto’s skin as he breaks out the little kisses. Because really - who didn't love being dotted on like that. And at Prompto’s words he pulls back as the idea strikes, a devious look in his eyes. He shifts down Prompto's body, lips dragging along the skin of his torso as he does. He tugs off Prompto’s pants and discards them next to his shirt on the floor.
Noctis presses a quick kiss to Prompto's lips before he hops out of the bed. He moves to his dresser and rummage through one of the drawers until he finds what he's looking for.
He moves back to the bed, two neckties in hand, and straddles Prompto. ]
Because - [ He stars as he takes one of Prompto’s hands and loops one end of one of the ties around his wrist before bringing Prompto's other hand up and tying them together. ] - this is more fun.
[ He gives Prompto another quick kiss and then uses the second tie to wrap around the one binding Prompto’s hands and then ties it to the bed post. It's not excessively tight - it'd be easy enough for Prompto to break free if he really wanted.
Noctis sits back on his heels to admire his handiwork - Prompto, naked and erect and tied to his bed. He fumbles for his phone and takes a picture with a grin before tossing the device back on the blankets.
He strips off the rest of his own clothes quickly and leans over Prompto. His tongue darts out, licks at Prompto’s lower lip. ] Okay? [ He asks, serious for a moment as his fingers brush along Prompto's hair line. All things considered it was still a fairly tame set up, but he wants still to be sure. ]
Oh, yeah. [it's hard not to sound like a lech when uttering those particular words, but prompto is nothing if not pervy right now.] Oh, hell yeah.
[it's even kinkier because prompto recognizes the neckties — noctis used to wear them back in high school, and admittedly, prompto used to have the odd fantasy of pulling noct in by one and kissing him while holding the tie — and, well, the fact that he's being trussed up with something from their innocent high school days makes being tied up all the more pleasurable. prompto licks his lips, aching with arousal while noct snaps a commemorative photo. he even holds his legs at what he knows is a super #aesthetic angle, all for show.
he looks at noct as if through a dreamlike haze.]
This is okay. This is more than okay. This is a dream come true.
[his eyes follow the phone to the mattress.]
Hey... take more pics?
[he can't believe he's asking for this. he's watched way too much porn.]
And then, like... you could blackmail me. Into doing stuff. The whole... "if you don't want anyone to see these photos" routine. I'll do anything, Noct.
[ There's this little, almost goofy grin at Prompto's words, at just how into this he was. And Noctis’ thoughts drift to the idea of more - formal - restraints. But there's also something to be said about the ties left over from their school days.
And it's a good look. Prompto tied to his bed and so damn eager to go along with whatever Noct wanted. But then so was Noctis, as he happily reaches for his phone again at the request.
He quickly puts in the pass code and pulls up the camera. He figures he'd probably be screwed if anyone ever hacked the thing, what with the ever growing collection of dirty pictures he was amassing. But he didn't really care right then.
Noctis doesn't take one just yet though. Instead he leans down, tugs Prompto’s earlobe between his lips before he speaks. ] Fuck, Prompto, you look so good right now.
[ Noctis sits back up again, phone in hand. He takes a few and as he does his free hand moves up Prompto’s thigh, up along the crease of his hip and over his lower abdomen slowly. He stops, grins a little and moves to the nightstand. Noct stands up one of the books there, slides the camera to front and video and leans it against the book - maneuvering it so Prompto is in frame before he leans down to kiss him. ]
[the knowledge that the camera is rolling arouses prompto like nothing else. he tests his bonds while kissing noct, figuring out quickly enough that he could just slip his wrists out if he angled it right — but all he wants to do is convince the camera that he's all tied up with nowhere to go.
(a small, professional part of him wants to point out to noct that the angle would be better if he just moved the phone about five inches to the left, but — well. he promised. no... fussing.)
he makes a show of straining against his necktie restraints when noct pulls away, smirking up at him. he's painfully hard.]
[ He nods, his hand drifting over Prompto's chest. ] Yeah, well, for as long as the battery lasts. [ He shrugs and smirks.
Noctis leans in and kisses him again, his tongue flicking into Prompto’s mouth. He reaches into the nightstand drawer and fumbles for the bottle of lube he kept there. He breaks from Prompto as he grabs the bottle out and sits back again. He uses one of his knees to urge Prompto’s leg over as he squeezes some of the lube over his fingers.
He drops the bottle and slides his hand up Prompto’s thigh and over his hip - again so careful to give attention everywhere but the part of him that was demanding it. His other hand moved between Prompto’s legs, and finger teasing his ass before slipping in, followed by another.
He slides his fingers in and out, slow and purposeful thrusts before he scissors his fingers. He leans down, trailing his lips along Prompto's jawline. ]
[prompto cuts himself off with a hiss and an intake of breath as noct starts fingering him. he wiggles his hips into noct's hands, greedy for more. the best part, he thinks, is how noct has gotten so used to this — how they've both grown accustomed to each other. noct's fingers feel strong and thick inside him, though prompto knows they're not that much bigger than his own. the lube feels silky against his skin.]
Nnngh... [he takes a moment to breathe, to try and stop himself from twitching indecently.] Kiss me again.
Yeah - well - more like I spent most of the morning playing king's knight. [ Alright, maybe not the most romantic or sexy thing to say. But he figured Prompto wouldn't be too put out by it.
And fuck he loves the way Prompto squirms under him. That little hiss of breath. And he's more than happy to oblige Prompto’s request. His free hand runs up Prompto’s side, and curls along the side of his neck as Noctis brings his lips to Prompto's. All open mouthed, tongue darting in to taste him, the way he knows Prompto likes.
He pulls back after a few moments, breathless as he looks down at Prompto. His hand slides down Prompto's arm, from where the ties bind his wrists to his shoulder, Noctis’ eyes dark with desire, pupils blown wide.
He pulls his fingers out, and grabs the lube again. He sits back on his heels for a moment to slick a generous amount over his cock before leaning over Prompto again. His teeth bite at his lower lip, a groan in the back of his throat as he slowly pushes himself into Prompto. ]
You feel so good - fuck Prompto - so good - [ He half says, half kind of mumbles out as he starts to thrust. ]
[if anything, it makes prompto count his blessings. praise the gods that noct likes king's knight almost as much as prompto does. who doesn't want their boyfriend to be a cute little gaming nerd?
prompto moans as he's entered, an absolute vision of tousled blond hair and freckles and pretty pink skin; he pulls hard against his wrist ties as he's fucked, almost as if to reinforce the illusion of helplessness. he looks at noct, and at noct inside him, and suddenly he wants nothing more than for noctis to dominate him completely.]
Yeah? — good — I wanna make you — feel so, so good —
[ It takes a lot for Noct not to just completely fall apart at that. The way Prompto looks, all flushed and lips swollen. His wrists above and straining against the ties. And always so willing, so eager to do whatever Noctis wanted, whatever would make him feel good.
Mine He can't help but think in moments like this. A possessive little thought as he looks down at Prompto. And he leans down, drags his mouth along the side of Prompto’s neck as he thinks it. Sucks his earlobe in between his lips. ]
Prompto… [ He moans out, all breathless and needy before he sits back up.
His hands move to Prompto's hips, fingers digging into his skin a bit roughly. Noctis pulls almost all the way out, only to slam back into Prompto. He starts a relentless pace like that, his teeth digging into his own lip as he watches Prompto. ]
[having forgotten completely about the camera, prompto gasps and pants and moans utter obscenities, all for his boyfriend's benefit; since he can't move his arms, he wraps his legs around noct's waist, squeezing tight, forgetting how to breathe, how to think, how to do anything but take noct's cock with unabashed adoration...]
Oh, damn, that's — that's so good, Noct, I'm s-so close —
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i like how this is the thing you're worried about
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little bit of a, little bit of b
i think im mostly feeling shame right about now
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i'm concerned
what do you mean by 'a faint hope'
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Do you want to share what happened?
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it goes like this:
have you ever been out at like 4am and walked past one guy giving another a handie
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completely wrong.
Go on.
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but
have you ever walked past one guy giving another a handie
but then
got the jizz in ur hair
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The guy being given the attention was either very starved or standing on something.
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unfortunately
like i thought i could just walk past them
you know how lestallum is, it was one of those alleyways
and they were kind of on some steps and a dumpster
but i thought i'd still be safe?!?!
i've never seen someone shoot that far???
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On the upside, the fact that we are in Lestallum means that there is easily accessible shower. It will not remove the memory, but at least the stench problem will be addressed.
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i don't have a crying emoji right now but this one is good enough
:;(∩´﹏`∩);:
but hey
iggy
can i ask a question
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I am sorry...
LAUGHS what are you sorry about
he doesn't usually drive people up the wall! ... on first sexting....
IT'S OK this is just a v awkward attempt at sexting
look if Prompto gets around to claiming this, it'll be. Intense. on him.
he's probably okay with that
Ignis can make it very worth the experience, to be honest
;)))))
i am gun...dam...
sergeantnospecs
Sure. I'll stay with you.
[noct and gladio are asleep, in the other bed and the sofa respectively, but prompto isn't overly concerned with the volume of his voice as he talks to ignis. they're deep sleepers, they won't wake up just because prompto's a little loud! ...that said, he looks over at ignis and stifles a laugh, smiling and explaining himself in a relatively quiet voice.]
...Sorry. It's just kind of funny. 'Cause you're always taking care of us, you know?
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should i really tell u that
when you said you were going to punch me
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Yeah, you do, but Noooooct...
[the latter half of that childish whine melts into a lusty moan as noct's fingers find prompto's cock, working him into a pretty blond mess on the mattress. the pleasurable little flash of pain at his collarbone as noctis leaves his mark doesn't deter prompto in the least from pressing kisses whereever he can get them — on noct's forehead, his scalp, a spot just above his ear.]
Why can't you ever just give me instant gratification?
[not like he really wants instant gratification. it's much more fun to be teased. but it's also fun to whine and pout at your handsome, handsome boyfriend while he's giving you some pretty solid handjob action.]
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Noctis presses a quick kiss to Prompto's lips before he hops out of the bed. He moves to his dresser and rummage through one of the drawers until he finds what he's looking for.
He moves back to the bed, two neckties in hand, and straddles Prompto. ]
Because - [ He stars as he takes one of Prompto’s hands and loops one end of one of the ties around his wrist before bringing Prompto's other hand up and tying them together. ] - this is more fun.
[ He gives Prompto another quick kiss and then uses the second tie to wrap around the one binding Prompto’s hands and then ties it to the bed post. It's not excessively tight - it'd be easy enough for Prompto to break free if he really wanted.
Noctis sits back on his heels to admire his handiwork - Prompto, naked and erect and tied to his bed. He fumbles for his phone and takes a picture with a grin before tossing the device back on the blankets.
He strips off the rest of his own clothes quickly and leans over Prompto. His tongue darts out, licks at Prompto’s lower lip. ] Okay? [ He asks, serious for a moment as his fingers brush along Prompto's hair line. All things considered it was still a fairly tame set up, but he wants still to be sure. ]
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[it's even kinkier because prompto recognizes the neckties — noctis used to wear them back in high school, and admittedly, prompto used to have the odd fantasy of pulling noct in by one and kissing him while holding the tie — and, well, the fact that he's being trussed up with something from their innocent high school days makes being tied up all the more pleasurable. prompto licks his lips, aching with arousal while noct snaps a commemorative photo. he even holds his legs at what he knows is a super #aesthetic angle, all for show.
he looks at noct as if through a dreamlike haze.]
This is okay. This is more than okay. This is a dream come true.
[his eyes follow the phone to the mattress.]
Hey... take more pics?
[he can't believe he's asking for this. he's watched way too much porn.]
And then, like... you could blackmail me. Into doing stuff. The whole... "if you don't want anyone to see these photos" routine. I'll do anything, Noct.
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And it's a good look. Prompto tied to his bed and so damn eager to go along with whatever Noct wanted. But then so was Noctis, as he happily reaches for his phone again at the request.
He quickly puts in the pass code and pulls up the camera. He figures he'd probably be screwed if anyone ever hacked the thing, what with the ever growing collection of dirty pictures he was amassing. But he didn't really care right then.
Noctis doesn't take one just yet though. Instead he leans down, tugs Prompto’s earlobe between his lips before he speaks. ] Fuck, Prompto, you look so good right now.
[ Noctis sits back up again, phone in hand. He takes a few and as he does his free hand moves up Prompto’s thigh, up along the crease of his hip and over his lower abdomen slowly. He stops, grins a little and moves to the nightstand. Noct stands up one of the books there, slides the camera to front and video and leans it against the book - maneuvering it so Prompto is in frame before he leans down to kiss him. ]
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(a small, professional part of him wants to point out to noct that the angle would be better if he just moved the phone about five inches to the left, but — well. he promised. no... fussing.)
he makes a show of straining against his necktie restraints when noct pulls away, smirking up at him. he's painfully hard.]
We makin' a tape this time?
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Noctis leans in and kisses him again, his tongue flicking into Prompto’s mouth. He reaches into the nightstand drawer and fumbles for the bottle of lube he kept there. He breaks from Prompto as he grabs the bottle out and sits back again. He uses one of his knees to urge Prompto’s leg over as he squeezes some of the lube over his fingers.
He drops the bottle and slides his hand up Prompto’s thigh and over his hip - again so careful to give attention everywhere but the part of him that was demanding it. His other hand moved between Prompto’s legs, and finger teasing his ass before slipping in, followed by another.
He slides his fingers in and out, slow and purposeful thrusts before he scissors his fingers. He leans down, trailing his lips along Prompto's jawline. ]
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[prompto cuts himself off with a hiss and an intake of breath as noct starts fingering him. he wiggles his hips into noct's hands, greedy for more. the best part, he thinks, is how noct has gotten so used to this — how they've both grown accustomed to each other. noct's fingers feel strong and thick inside him, though prompto knows they're not that much bigger than his own. the lube feels silky against his skin.]
Nnngh... [he takes a moment to breathe, to try and stop himself from twitching indecently.] Kiss me again.
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And fuck he loves the way Prompto squirms under him. That little hiss of breath. And he's more than happy to oblige Prompto’s request. His free hand runs up Prompto’s side, and curls along the side of his neck as Noctis brings his lips to Prompto's. All open mouthed, tongue darting in to taste him, the way he knows Prompto likes.
He pulls back after a few moments, breathless as he looks down at Prompto. His hand slides down Prompto's arm, from where the ties bind his wrists to his shoulder, Noctis’ eyes dark with desire, pupils blown wide.
He pulls his fingers out, and grabs the lube again. He sits back on his heels for a moment to slick a generous amount over his cock before leaning over Prompto again. His teeth bite at his lower lip, a groan in the back of his throat as he slowly pushes himself into Prompto. ]
You feel so good - fuck Prompto - so good - [ He half says, half kind of mumbles out as he starts to thrust. ]
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prompto moans as he's entered, an absolute vision of tousled blond hair and freckles and pretty pink skin; he pulls hard against his wrist ties as he's fucked, almost as if to reinforce the illusion of helplessness. he looks at noct, and at noct inside him, and suddenly he wants nothing more than for noctis to dominate him completely.]
Yeah? — good — I wanna make you — feel so, so good —
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Mine He can't help but think in moments like this. A possessive little thought as he looks down at Prompto. And he leans down, drags his mouth along the side of Prompto’s neck as he thinks it. Sucks his earlobe in between his lips. ]
Prompto… [ He moans out, all breathless and needy before he sits back up.
His hands move to Prompto's hips, fingers digging into his skin a bit roughly. Noctis pulls almost all the way out, only to slam back into Prompto. He starts a relentless pace like that, his teeth digging into his own lip as he watches Prompto. ]
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[having forgotten completely about the camera, prompto gasps and pants and moans utter obscenities, all for his boyfriend's benefit; since he can't move his arms, he wraps his legs around noct's waist, squeezing tight, forgetting how to breathe, how to think, how to do anything but take noct's cock with unabashed adoration...]
Oh, damn, that's — that's so good, Noct, I'm s-so close —
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