Pompto's mouth was sloppy against his own and for once the king doesn't mind. He was too distracted with the slide of Prompto's tongue against his own, and Ignis' mouth hot on his cock. Each movement was faster, hotter. He could feel Ignis put everything he had into this, just like everything else the man did.It felt great and he could already feel some of his muscles beginning to tense and heat pool at the pit of his stomach.

He pulled away from Prompto's mouth to to take a breath when he felt the light scratches at his thighs.

"Shit--Ignis, I..." He groaned against Prompto's mouth. He was so close. He was so damn close. He tried to keep his hips still, but they ended up raising off the couch a bit. He was almost ready to let go right then and there but he needed an extra push to put him over the edge.