monstertrash | KNEE HIGH BOOT KINK OPEN POST

He grins, sharp smile catching on the corners of his mouth as a hand comes up to brush the fingers of his gloved hand against Ignis' jaw. His eyes slide over him in a long and slow sweep, all the way down from those amazing boots to the scar on his face.

"I know, but you wouldn't have me any other way."

He purrs out, and turns the other man's head gently toward his to meet in a slow kiss. It is still pretty gentle for the most part despite his forwardness tonight, and Gladio relishes the chance to have the others all to himself for a few hours.

"Not going to be a problem, is it?"

There was no answer to Gladio's question simply because it wasn't necessary. Not when there was no hesitation as Ignis leaned into the kiss, a hand rising to settle over the one against his jaw. He knew that Gladio wasn't always so gentle and hoped that they'd finally be able to slip away to a quiet spot where polite wasn't so necessary.

When he pulled back a little, his breath was quicker than before. Even if he wouldn't admit to such silliness, there had always been something about the big man that had just made his breath catch at all the right times.

"We both know better. Now kiss me properly, please."

Amber eyes sparkle with amusement at that demand masquerading as a request, adoring the way Ignis could loosen up around the right company and under the right circumstances.

"Yes Sir."

He teased, and when he leans in to kiss the other again Gladio captures Ignis' mouth roughly with his own, eyes falling closed and and tongue plundering the man's mouth. A heated noise of pleasure escapes him- Gladio has never been much for being quiet, and his free hand grasps the edge of the chair to keep himself from just vaulting over the back of it to pin Ignis to the cushions.

Most everything Ignis said was a demand masquerading as a request. It was just how he worked.

This time, though, there was nothing polite about the noise that rolled in the back of his throat. The sound was hunger and want and he could tear himself away from Gladio's devouring kiss, he'd probably be glad to climb over the back of the seat and drop to his knees before the bigger man.

Decorum be damned. He twisted as best he could, the hand on Gladio's tightening as he moved to meet him. The angle was awkward, but for the moment, it was perfect.

This is everything Gladiolus could have wanted in that moment. Hearing the otner man make that noise sets heat all through him, and he presses into the kiss harder, trying to make the angle work. It isn't the best, and when he does break away it is to laugh a little. Why does he make these things so hard on himself?

"Love it when you're worked up."

He purrs, wicked look in his eyes and his teeth nip at the man's lip, careful not to break open skin. He does pull away, but only to scoot around the couch as fast as he can.

Gloved fingers curl into the man's shirt as he bends down to kiss him again, one hand hauling up and into Ignis' blond hair. He won't pull off the glasses, not without permission since they are so nessesary to protect injured eyes, but that won't stop Gladio from using his weigh to push Ignis back in to the couch, a knee coming up to settle on the cusions as the dark haired man tries to get as close as he can.

Ab4d they are wearing too many damn clothes for this.

He'd long since passed being so self-conscious without the dark glasses but Gladio's thoughtfulness was appreciated. He knew the sight of his scarred face left some uneasy, especially when he still had that uncanny ability to make it seem as if he were still capable of scathing looks at will, but around his closest friends, the were mostly left on because of long habit.

There was almost a protest when Gladio pulled away but once he heard him moving, he knew that he wasn't going to be patient about waiting for everyone else. Still, the sudden press of Gladio's welcome weight against him pulled a soft huff before his lips were stolen away once again. The hand in his hair was damn near blissful and he gladly returned the favor, his own hands rising up to find purchase where they could. One drifted low, a tease along the wrist holding tight to his shirt while the other moved to start working on all the damned stays on Gladio's uniform coat.

They might look pretty, but they were a pain in the ass sometimes.

Edited 2017-02-14 16:19 (UTC)

Honestly, this was kind of the sight Prompto hoped for when he quietly opened the door. It was why he didn't text Gladio back or anything, just immediately changed his direction to go save Noct. Like literally save him, if the expression Noctis gave him afterwards was anything to go by.

He grinned at the pair, and since he was kind of hoping for this, he had his camera half lifted for a shot. It didn't take much effort or time to finish aiming it and snap the pic. Of course the resulting picture wouldn't be seen by anyone outside of this room, but it would definitely be one of his favorites, along with all the other candid shots he'd took of the other three.

He didn't say anything to Noctis. No 'see, told you,' even as he had admitted to the king what he'd hoped to walk in on. He just continued to watch them and wondered when they'd notice.

Noctis had spent most of his time at the party regretting nearly everything. With the way some people demanded his attention, he sometimes half wondered if the world should have just stayed in darkness. If it did, he would have been stuck listening to some of the inane conversations he had to endure this night.

Or deal with the women who looked like they wanted to eat him alive.

So when Prompto showed up to safe him, he was more than relieved. He could just be himself and ~~complain~~ vent about the last woman who wouldn't stop touching him. Halfway down the hallway, he was already unbuckling and tearing away at his cape. He wanted to get out of this formal wear, already. Prompto had mentioned something about wanting to walk in on their other two friends and Noctis only shook his head. Ignis and Gladio wouldn't--

Or maybe they would. Noctis stared at the two through the doorway. Ignis was pinned to the couch by Gladio, both were locking lips and the king could practically hear the low rumble coming from his Shield.

"I guess you got what you wanted," he sighed as he pushed past the blond and stepped into the room.

About the time Gladio is slipping his tongue into Ignis' mouth he hears the door open, hears the snap of the camera and knows who has entered the room right away. For that reason alone he doesn't pull back, instead murmers an amused noise between their mouths, hand in blond hair relaxing to let the other know it was fine as well.

Though Ignis is much more likely to just know who it is by the sounds of their boots. He indulges in the kiss for a few moments longer even as he hears Noctis muttering, long enough for Ignis to finish undoing his coat before he pulls away from the man slowly, teeth worrying his lower lip with a hint of a bite as a promise that they will continue where they left off. This time, hopefully, with some added fun of the others.

"About time. We were gonna start the fun without you two."

He teases, pulling off of Ignis but standing between the other Crownsguard's parted thighs without a hint of shame. He reaches up to undo his coat and let it slide to the floor in a messy heap, throwing a look over his shoulder at the other two with a lopsided, fond grin.

"You coming over here or what, Your Majesty? Prompto?"

There was an instant of tension in Ingis when he heard the door being opened and a shiver of magic as he readied himself to call a weapon to his hand, but between the hand in his hair and the footfalls he's learned so well, he knew everything was fine. That didn't mean he didn't grunt a rather disgruntled complaint about being interrupted even as the faint sting in his lip reminded him that the interruption was likely to be more of a pause than a full stop.

There was no shame in Ignis' posture as well. He might look rumpled thanks to the warm weight that was just pressed close and the hand in his hair, but he wore the look well. After all, he'd long since given up trying to keep a sense of decorum when he was around Gladio for too long. He knew he wasn't possible.

Of course, the sound of the heavy coat pulled a hint of a frown from him but there was no chastisement. In fact, he let his head drop back against the cushion behind him even as his hand dipped just under Gladio's shirt to glide along the warm skin there.

"I assume Prompto saved you in time to avoid any marriage proposals? I'd hate to hear about some lovely young lady crying that the King didn't take her seriously."

Prompto cursed under his breath when the pair broke apart just enough to look at him and Noct. The others probably couldn't tell, but Prompto had enough years to train his photographer's vision to see the slight swelling of their lips. Paired with their position, Prompto just had to snap another picture before he placed the camera aside and turned to make sure the door was closed and lock.

"You didn't have to stop just for us." But he was smiling and as soon as the door was secured, he started to eagerly walk over, fiddling with the buttons on his own jacket. Once he was close enough, he left the buttons for one hand and placed the other one on Ignis' arm to make him aware of his presence before he put a knee on the couch to move in closer to the pair.

He glanced up at Noctis with a small smirk at Ignis' question, already knowing the answer, but also wanting to see how Noct would answer.

"I think he saved me just in time. Any longer and I think those women would have taken my virtue." It's a joke. Mostly. Given a few more drinks, some of those women would have been even more bold than they already were. Thank The Six that Prompto had showed up in time. Those ladies were far too touchy.

"I'm coming." Noctis had already dropped his cloak to the ground and was working on the buttons of his jacket. He understood the need for all this formal wear but sometimes it just seemed a little excessive. A simple tee and a jacket would be more practical, but that was apparently unfit for the king.

The jacket soon joined the cape and other jackets on the ground and he joined Prompto on the couch. He threw an arm over his shoulder and leaned heavily on him. "Thanks for saving me back there."

"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."

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