monstertrash | KNEE HIGH BOOT KINK OPEN POST

"Oh no, not your virtue, Noct."

Gladio mocks with a wide toothy grin, but it is meant all in good fun. Especially since he's seen his King in all sorts of lewd and compromising positions that it could make the most veteran authors of paperback, 2-gil smut novels blush. Not that he knows any thing about those, not at all.

With Ignis' hand up his shirt he drags his over the man's own lazily, the up to remove his sunglasses, holding them out to one of the others to put in a safe place, since it seems Ignis wasn't about to let go of him yet.

"I figured we could all use the break. It's the same politics shit over and over, and we've got the rest of the weekend to deal with them. Better just do something nice for us instead, hmm?"

With a chuckle, he leans over and uses his free hand to pull in whoever had taken Ignis' glasses from him, leaning down to kiss them as a thanks.

Edited 2017-02-17 02:09 (UTC)

The contact from Prompto earned him a rare smile from the blind man, but that fell into a low huff when felt the familiar and comforting weight of his glasses being moved away from his face. While he wasn't exactly self-conscious about the scarring anymore, he did prefer someone warn him when they planned on taking them from him. He would argue and say it was just courteous but he knew who'd taken them and he would never accuse Gladio of something so heinous as being courteous.

That didn't mean he didn't grumble a bit under his breath about it, though. In mock retaliation, he let his nails dig into the skin just under his fingers before he deftly undid Gladio's pants so he could find more skin to torment.

"Heavens forbid anyone doubts the King's virtue."

Prompto snickered at the way Noct answered. Virtue. Right. That's... one way of putting it, he guessed. Rather than saying anything about it, he left it up to the other two as Noctis quickly shed the outerwear and joined them on the couch. He wrapped his free arm around Noctis, immediately accepting the way their king leaned on him. "Part of my job, isn't it?" He replied to Noctis' thanks, half joking and half loving to hear the thanks. He didn't think he'd ever get tired of feeling useful, and the three of them had made sure to make him feel that way a lot since they'd all gotten back together, whether intentionally or not.

After the joke, he closed the rest of the distance between him and his best friend to press a firm and sure kiss to Noct's lips; something those women could only dream of doing, and Prompto took a little more pleasure from that thought as well.

He broke the kiss when he heard some quiet grumbling to the side and looked over to see Ignis' usual expression when Gladio took his glasses without warning. He smiled at the expression and leaned in the other direction to place a gentle kiss on the scarring. Always reminding Ignis for however many times it had been now that the scar was testament to his work towards the peace the lands now held. Ignis probably didn't need the reminder anymore, but Prompto still liked giving it.

Noctis rolled his eyes at all of their comments. Of course they'd have something to say about his virtue. "I should have you all tried for treason," he murmured against Prompto's lips before he kissed him back. Hopefully his friend would be able to know how grateful he was to him through the kiss.

Prompto had already broken the kiss when Gladio removed Ignis' glasses. He wasn't happy, but it still made Noctis smile. He happily took the glasses from the shield's hands and placed them on one of the nearby tables. "I'd rather be here with you guys before I head back into one of those political meetings again."

He almost regreted even thinking about the meetings again. They're just another reminder of the stresses he has to deal with. Running a kingdom was hard work, but rebuilding was an entirely different beast. At least he had his friends to help him with the task. Gladio's hand was leading him into another kiss and Noctis easily complied, eagerly kissing him back. He wass ready to forget about politics for the rest of the evening, hell, even the weekend if he could get away with it.

Gladio lets out a hiss of a noise at nails scratchinf against his skin, but his eyes darken instantly and he swipes his thumb against Ignis' pretty mouth, starting two swell from Gladio's earlier rough treatment to let him know not to stop.

He's rewarded with deft fingers working at his fly and the sight of Prompto kissing Ignis, so it is absolutely one of the best things he has seen all day, if not all week.

"We'd rather be with you too, Noctis."

He rumbles, a little softer fhan before right as their mouths meet. Kissing Noctis is different than Ignis, but not in any sort of bad way. His Majesty is always eager to comply and submit tonthe way Gladio licks into his mouth, and he drags it out nice and slow to see if he can pull out one of those lovely and breathless noises from the other.

One eye cracks open and gives Prompto a wink when he does, promising without words that he'll be next as soon as Noctis has had his fill of his Shield. After all, the King has had a rough day.

The reminder wasn't necessary, but he was quietly grateful for it. Sighing softly, he let himself lean into the contact before turning just enough to tip his face up to catch Prompto's lips with his own. The kiss was gentle and coaxing which was a jarring difference from the hand that ranked down Gladio's exposed abdomen. The angle was awkward and didn't allow for much contact, but it was enough for now. Ignis was content as he was, surrounded by the people he cared about most.

In the back of his mind, he heard Gladio's quiet words to their King before he heard other things that he knew far too well. The sound made him groan softly into Prompto's mouth before he pulled away, leaving a teasing nip to the younger man's lower lip.

"I believe the politics can wait, my King. We, however, cannot. We deserve a bit of a break. As your adviser, I recommend taking the evening off and enjoying yourself and us."

Prompto's arm tightened around Noctis, almost as if to tell him he wasn't going to be going back to those meetings anytime soon. But then Gladio was kissing Noct and Ignis had tilted his head up to properly kiss him. He moved his other knee onto the couch, settling more into the space he'd claimed and allowing a better angle to kiss Ignis back. He hummed softly into the kiss and his eyes had closed for a moment to the emotions always brought up by Ignis' gentle kisses. But he also kind of wanted to help Gladio along.

The arm around Noctis moved lower, even though he didn't really loosen his hold. He didn't stop until his hand rested on the curve of their king's ass where he squeezed. The resultant noise had Prompto smile again as Ignis nipped at his lip and his eyes opened to catch Gladio's gaze. The promise there just made him smile more.

"So glad I don't have to go to those things." Or at least, if he did, he'd hardly ever showed up. He got himself more comfortable still. While his hand on Noctis didn't move, the hand on Ignis did, moving to lightly rub over his shoulders until his hand settled on the opposite shoulder, maintaining the closeness with all of them.

Noctis' lips parted for Gladio easily while the other kissed him slowly. He almost pressed forward against his shield, but he stopped when Prompto's arm held him even closer. It was almost comforting and the king had to let out a soft sound of appreciation against Gladio's lips.

It's almost laughable how easily he's ready to submit to his friends, but that's a thought for another time.

He lowered his hand to find Ignis' shoulder. It was a gentle touch. Something to let him know that he appreciated the words and the short break they were allowed for the evening. Something that let him know that he was there.

He could feel the hand at his waist go lower, and Noctis was already aware of where it was headed. When it squeezed against his ass, it forced a low sound from him as he arched his back.

There's something he wanted to say about Prompto's lack of attendance at the meetings, but Noctis would save that for another time.

Gladio growls low into Noctis' mouth at the rake of Ignis' nails, pushing his hips foward in a demand for the other man's attention, where he really wants him in the first place. He has never been exactly the quiet type, and it just makes it easy to know when Gladio is being worked up.

"Good plan?"

He asks the other as Noctis arches beautifully, teasing the corner of his mouth with another kiss. He lets go of him when he feels Prompto still keeping claim to the king, so he fluffs the blonde's hair with the hand that had just been touching Ignis and slides his hand around Noctis' front to start working off his royal rainment.

Waaay too many buttons.

"Don't worry, I'm sure the guests can preoccupy themselves for the night."

There was a low snort of laughter from Ignis before he idly swatted at Gladio's hip. The gesture was openly affectionate and something no one else save the men currently in the room would ever see out of the normally taciturn adviser. He let his free hand move up to settle atop Noctis', fingers squeezing as he silently thanked the younger man.

He might've adjusted to being blind, but that didn't mean he couldn't get lonely even in a room packed with people. Such contact offered him a chance to see once again, even if it wasn't in the conventional sense.

"I certainly hope I'm not going to be stuck at the bottom of this pile all night. It's already going to be difficult enough to get out of these damned pants."

Before the Shield could protest too much, Ignis had let his hand drift back from where it'd delivered its mock chastisement only to work one side of Gladio's pants as low as he could manage.

"Stop fussing."

Prompto gave a huff in slight indignation. What was he, a kid? That wasn't even the type of action he was promised, and now his hair was messed up and they didn't even get to the really fun parts yet.

Fine, if that's the way the bigger man was going to be, he'd just ignore him until he got what he was promised. And, well, his hair was already messed up now and his lips weren't in use, so he went for the first thing that came to his mind.

And if it happened to kick what they were all doing up a notch, then so be it.

First, he leaned over to kiss Noctis on his neck and sucked on the skin a little bit as an apology for letting go of him completely. Now with both of his hands free, he was able to maneuver himself around to run them down Ignis' chest. "Don't worry, Iggy, I'll help with that." Was it petty to use Gladio's name for Ignis while he ignored the shield? Probably, but he didn't care.

He kissed Ignis wherever he could, whether that was his lips or his neck or his collarbone. His hands moved around Ignis' arms to quickly work on unfastening his pants. It did take some work to tug them out of the way, but once they were, he moved again before anyone could stop him. He buried his head in Ignis' lap, almost immediately taking him in his mouth. Take that, Gladio... part of him may have hoped Ignis found a different use for his hands now.

He was not a fan of losing the contact between himself and Prompto, but the lips along his skin were a nice enough apology. He almost felt spoiled between the two. Gladio's mouth still nipped at his own while he worked at the too many buttons he has. His free grabed at the edge of his shield's shirt and he hiked it up even further.

His lips traveled lower as he niped at sucked at Gladio's neck. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Prompto kiss down Ignis' collarbone and chest. He tore his attention away to pull the shield's shirt over his head, and when his attention returned to the other two, he was...

Well, he wasn't disappointed with the site.

"Nice work, Prompto," he says against dark skin. His own hand goes down to ruffle blond hair as well.

Whoops.

"Well you might be. You'd look damn pretty at the bottom of the pile anyway."

Gladio is nothing if not annoyingly suggestive at times. He grins, working on Noctis' clothes the same way the king is working on his, but it seems he's stolen a bit too much of the man's time for Prompto's taste. He hears the distinctive noise of a zipper being undone when he has his head in his upheanded shirt, and by the time he pulls it off-a little unamused noise at how a certian someone was using his nicknames- he is greeted with the sight of Prompto with his face buried in Ignis' lap.

"Someone couldn't wait."

He huffed again, but doesn't seem more than just a little put out. Instead he focuses his attention on dragging off Noctis' clothes, and once his shirt and belt are off, he is running his hand up Ignis' thigh, over the fabric of his pants and running his fingers over Prompto's lips stretched around the man's cock. The other drags Noctis in to bite at his throat.

"Looks like you're not getting up, Ignis."

A groan tore from Ignis' throat before he could stop it. He'd never been the noisiest of lovers, but that was the last thing he'd expected. It was beyond a pleasant surprise. Nails bit into Gladio's hip even as instinct pushed him to sink his other hand into Prompto's hair. He couldn't help but tighten his fingers in that shock of blond hair when he felt someone's fingers drag along where Prompto's lips were wrapped around him.

"Oh, I assure you, I'm getting up just fine. Don't worry about that."

It seemed that years spent around Gladio made their mark in more than one way.

Prompto gave a muffled noise in protest at feeling Gladio's fingers at his lips. He had his chance and didn't take it, now he was going to have to wait! One hand moved to swat at Gladio's wrist while the other helped him work on Ignis. He started with gentle sucks and firm licks, but once he felt hands in his hair, he hummed in pleasure and started to take in more of Ignis' length.

He tried not to laugh at Ignis' reply to Gladio, but small vibrations of a quiet chuckle still made their way out. Prompto would make sure Ignis got 'up' as much as he could. His eyes fell shut as he really got into what he was doing. The bob of his head was probably still too slow for Ignis, but that was part of the fun. At least he was sucking a little harder now and every time he pulled up, his tongue swirled around the head and across the slit.

His shirt and belt are dragged off and end up on a pile on the floor. He kicks off his pants along with his shoes (fortunately the king didn't have to wear the large boots that his companions had). He was now nearly naked save for his boxers and he was more than happy to be.

He hisses as Gladio's bites against his neck. His fingers dig into tanned flesh in surprise and he lets out a groan. His free hand continues to pet through Prompto's hair, down the side of his cheek and presses at the other corner of his mouth. If he didn't want to let Gladio do this, maybe he'd let his king.

"Hnn, you've got me there, Iggy. Aren't you lucky I'm here to make him huffy once in awhile?"

He teases, even as his hand is smacked away. Well fine then, Noctis is plenty willing to make those lovely noises against him, he can make it up to Prompto later. For now he is reaching for the other side of his pants, coordinating with Ignis to slide them down mid thigh and drag tight boxers down as well to free his hardening cock.

He hisses at how good it feels to no longer be trapped, finishing working the bruise on Noctis and licking over the spot. His hand travels between them to grab the front of those boxers and give him a teasing squeeze through it, before muttering in to Noctis.

"Looks like prompto is way too dressed. Why dont you climb up behind him and take care of that?"

It wasn't often that Ignis wished for his sight back. Sure, in the beginning, he had but once adjusting, he realized he was quicker on his feet in a fight and could truly listen in to someone which made it easier to gauge their emotional state. Now, he wished for it back simply because the knew the sight would be a magnificent one and thanks to their trip, he'd seen some rather beautiful ones.

Gladio earned a shaky smile even as he inched closer to help get his pants out of the way, his fingers no longer leaving trails of pink in their wake. His sight wasn't necessary for him to know where he wanted to touch next, though. Once he felt enough warm skin under his fingers, he shifted his touch to where Gladio had so obviously been trying to direct him just moments ago, the well worn leather of his gloves likely an interesting sensation on Gladio's newly freed cock.

He was hard pressed to stay mostly upright now thanks to the attention Prompto was paying him. Each time the younger man pulled up, he had to bite back a low moan. His hand was almost shaking now, and the clench from earlier had shifted to barely trembling fingers carding through the soft blond locks, as if offering mute praise.

Prompto felt more fingers at his mouth, but these were on the opposite side and smaller than Gladio's. He knew at once who they belonged to and at his next upward motion, he released Ignis for a moment. Instead he turned his head slightly to take his king's fingers in his mouth, imitating exactly what he had been doing to Ignis. The hand that had been helping him along gave full strokes to Ignis' cock, making sure the pleasure would remain unbroken.

After a moment, he returned, taking the entirety of Ignis' length in his mouth and giving a particularly hard suck on his way up in apology. He could easily turn his head and start on Gladio too, but he was still ignoring the bigger man.

Or trying to. The words he spoke to Noctis had Prompto shiver slightly and moan softly before he could stop it. Of course he was turned on from everything that was happening, and being free of the confines of his clothes would feel much better. He absently wondered what else Noctis would do, if anything.

Such thoughts made him give even more to Ignis, curling his tongue against the underside and gently fondling his balls with a hand while his free hand gripped Ignis' inner thigh.

Edited 2017-02-18 17:03 (UTC)

Prompto's mouth is licking at sucking at his fingers and Noctis imagines how good it must feel for Ignis. Prompto was always so talented with his mouth, and the prince couldn't wait to feel that against his won cock. He slowly pumps his fingers in and out of that warm heat before the blond goes back to working on the length in front of him.

His hips press into that hand squeezing him through his boxers and he lets out a soft sound. There's words muttered against his skin that take him a moment to fully register.

He gives a weak nod before he pulls away and settles behind Prompto. His mouth works at the back of his neck while his arms snake around his friend's thin waist. One hand works at undoing his belt while the other slides under his shirt. His fingers find a nipple and he gently scrapes his nails against it.

Letting go of Noctis, Gladio relases a low, pleased sigh, Ignis' gloved hand on his cock is divine, and since his handsnare free now he should clearly return the favor.

And probably get back onto Prompto's good graces, somehow.

He runs a hand through Ignis' hair, fingers clenching onto short locks and kissing him roughly again as he leans in and pulls the man forward too.

"They're a pretty sight, Iggy. Promoto sucking you off, Noctis curling up over him, trying to work fast. I dunno know I'm gonna last, especially when you're all flushed like that."

Gladio's stamina, of course, has never really been a question of doubt. But it would be wrong of him to keep the sight of them to himself when he can paint Ignis such a good picture of it.

"You still mad at me Prompto? When you're done with him, I'll come make it up twofold for you."

There's no shame in Ignis as he let his legs spread even more to give Prompto all the room between them he could want. His hips aren't still anymore, each pull of Prompto's lips making them shift restlessly. There's no fussing when a hand closes in his hair and pulls him upright. There's just a hiss before his lips are caught. All he can do is moan after that, his back arched as he let his hand work Gladio's cock close to the same pace that his own was being tormented.

Prompto shivered slightly and moaned again at the way Noctis felt pressed up against him from behind. When his nipple is toyed with, he can't help the way he gasps around Ignis and arches into Noctis. He squirms slightly, wanting to feel more.

Even though he's still trying to ignore Gladio, he also can't help but enjoy the words Gladio speaks to Ignis. In a way it was kind of like dirty talk, but it also started to paint a picture for Ignis to see. Of course Prompto could have done a better job, but he was currently busy being part of the scene.

He tried to huff again at Gladio's question, but it didn't really sound like it with Ignis' cock filling his mouth and he wasn't about to change that just to recognize Gladio. But he was kind of hoping and looking forward to Gladio keeping this promise.

A sudden idea popped up, just in case Gladio wasn't going to keep this promise, and Prompto tried a little harder to get Ignis off.

Noctis' hand worked at opening up Prompto's pants and when he accomplished that task,shoved both his pants and boxers down. With those out of the way, that same hand wrapped itself around the blond's free cock and began to stroke. His mouth continued to work down Prompto's neck. He let out a frustrated growl when he's stopped by the tank top, though.

He'd take it off, but then that would mean Prompto's pretty mouth would have to be removed from Ignis--Oh. That was an idea.

He moved to the side as he kissed back up Prompto;s neck, then over his jaw and cheek. Eventually he reached his mouth. He paused and pulled away for a moment to take in the site. It was gorgeous, but he had a plan and unfortunately staring wasn't part of it. He leaned forward and kissed at Ignis' hip bone before he moved down and reached the base of his cock where he gave a tentative lick.

Edited 2017-02-18 21:36 (UTC)

Ignis' mouth is got and he intents to take his breath away, catch every little moan and gasp from the man that Prompto was trying to pull from him. Only it isn't just Prompto, but Noctis eagerly getting in on the action.

"Fuck, Iggy. You give them an inch and they take it a mile..." He hisses, hips bucking into the man's touch. His free hand gropes for the nearest head of hair from the other two, tugging encouragingly and them pushing whichever one it was down Ignis' cock further.

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