KNEE HIGH BOOT KINK OPEN POST

[fishingking]

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-FF Boys only
-Kingsglaive boots
-Play with each other
-Smut, 1/1 ot3, ot4 all welcome


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[fieryknowledge]

Knowing that Gladio had the situation well in hand, Ignis let himself relax back into the couch a bit more. It was an easy thing to do since the hand working at his shoulder was far too pleasant. With a low sigh, Ignis let his shoulders droop a bit, his head tipping back to rest against the back of the couch while his useless eye slid closed by nothing more than reflex.

"Give Prompto a heads up, perhaps. He's likely busying himself with his camera but if you message him, he should be able to pull Noctis out of the political fire. I'm... content to remain where I am, if that's alright with you."

[sworn_shield]

Seeing Ignis relax is no small feel, and gladiolus feels rather proud of himself for it. He smirks and sets his empty glass on the side table, sliding around tonthe back of the couch to put both hands on the other now.

But not before leaning in.

"I'm just fine with that, you know I like it when you're putty in my hands."

In more ways than one, but this has to stay somewhat innocent for a little longer. At least until all the guests were dealt with. Howevwr that doesn't mean he needs to stop working Ignis into a better mood.

"Take your jacket off for me? I'll go ahead and text Prompto, then make it worth your while, Specs."

[fieryknowledge]

Ignis couldn't help but chuckle under his breath. Once Gladio had moved, he tipped the glass back and finished his own drink quickly and proved once again that even the stiff Ignis Scientia could hold his own when it came to booze. Granted, he wasn't anything close to how well Gladio could handle it, but he was no slouch either.

He huffed a low acknowledgement but not before turning his head just enough to brush his lips along one of Gladio's knuckles in quiet appreciation. The jacket came off next and easy enough at that, though Ignis had to move to settle it neatly next to where he was sitting on the couch. Even now, he was as neat as he could manage to be.

"You're too kind, Gladio."

[sworn_shield]

He smiles fondly as Ignis' mouth brushes against his fingers, letting his hand slide off the other and pulling his phone out of his pocket to compose a quick text to Prompto. Sure, they are eschewing their duties a little bit, but Gladio rarely gets Ignis to do so. The breaking-the-rules bit would be good for him a little.

At least, it's good for him. Gladio drops his phone onto the arm of the couch so he can keep an eye on any incoming texte, and puts his hands to work on the man's shoulders, starting off in the usual suspected spots-Finding those as tense as ever.

"I may have ulterior motives. We all have been pretty wound up."

He teases with a deep purr, leaning against the back of the couch while his hands get into the work. There is no need to hide it after all- Gladio isn't exactly shy about his attraction to the others.

[fieryknowledge]

"And here I was thinking you were being altruistic. How silly."

Years of knowing each other had led to this easy camaraderie between them. They'd truly seen each other at their best and at their worst so who better to read just how wound up Ignis was? Each member of their group served as a good balance to the others and in the end, the whole was made stronger because of it. That strength had saved their world.

Leave it to Gladio's strong hands to find the worst spots knotting up his shoulders. The almost painful pleasure of it pulled a low groan from Ignis that he would've never been heard had anyone outside their group been in the room. Even now, he was a private person and would likely never change.

"I am glad for it, though. Politics aside, the peace is nice."

[sworn_shield]

A laugh escapes the man but he does not deny it. What he is thinking they need is well overdue. It isn't hard to find the King or his close companions in often-switching pairs, but it has been a little bit since they have all been together, much less all in one place at the same time.

"It's the peace we deserve, the one we worked so hard for."

Contented, Gladio's eyes fall half closed as he touches Ignis, relearning the man and just enjoying being able to make the man, who was most assuredly the most uptight of them all, relax.

It isn't too much longer before he presses his fingers against the back of Ignis' neck, getting him to tilt his head forward. But instead of immediately turning to massage, he leans down, mouth and the scratch of his beard brushing against the spot.

"Now come on, I know you can let go of this tension, Iggy."

[fieryknowledge]

Ignis had no problem letting Gladio guide him. It was a clear sign of the trust he had in the other man. It was a trust they all shared and one he was grateful for. Without that trust, they never would've survived to enjoy the new peace. Just having Gladio close enough to touch was settling Ignis more than he realize, but the brush of scruff along the back of his neck did anything but settle him. Pale skin prickled under the contact and this time, when Ignis groaned, it was a good deal clearer than before.

"Letting go of one kind of tension only to succumb to another. You're a wicked man, my friend."

[sworn_shield]

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?"

[fieryknowledge]

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."

[sworn_shield]

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.

[fieryknowledge]

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.

[sworn_shield]

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.

[fieryknowledge]

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.

not much, but there

[battleshot]

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.

[fishingking]

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.

[sworn_shield]

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?"

[fieryknowledge]

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."

[battleshot]

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.

[fishingking]

"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."

[sworn_shield]

"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.

[fieryknowledge]

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."

[battleshot]

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.

[fishingking]

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.

[sworn_shield]

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.

[fieryknowledge]

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."