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Prompto had been trying since they arrived at Galdin Quay to go out to a bar and drink as a way to celebrate their newfound freedom outside of the walls of Insomnia. But time after time, his partners had chided him with one reason after another, from ‘Noct will be instantly picked out as the prince and we cannot allow that’ to ‘Imperials have been hot on our ass lately, maybe later’ and of course his personal favorite, ‘Why can't we just stay home and drink while we play cards?’ Admittedly, all of them were good points but they were on the road and they hadn't been out at all. When they arrived in Lestallum however, he decided to ask again, hoping that his lovers’ answers would change.
“C'mon just once, let's go out and drink a little!” Prompto pleaded, turning to Ignis and Gladio after Noct had replied with, “Go take it up with those two.” The taller blond frowned, clearly uncertain about what to say, then Gladio said, “Yeah I guess we could stop by a bar. I think there's one nearby if Iggy doesn't mind driving.”
“You know me quite well. I shall be our designated driver.” Ignis replied, clasping a hand over the taller man’s shoulder. Prompto gave a shout of joy and tugged Noct towards their bags, digging through their clothing in search of something to wear.
“Why do I have to change to go to a bar?” the newly appointed king groaned as he settled on the edge of their bed. The gunman shot a glare at his boyfriend then grumbled, “Because it's nice to be out of our everyday clothing! Don't you want a change in pace?” Noctis merely gave a shrug and Prompto rolled his eyes, knowing that he wasn't going to get anywhere with him, muttering, “Fine, then I'll get dressed up and look hot all by myself.”
“You don't have to change your clothes to be hot, Prompt, you already are.” Gladio tossed out, reaching over to ruffle the shorter man’s hair, only for him to duck away.
“C'mon man, I just did my hair, don't mess it up!” Prompto protested, snagging an old shirt that he stole from Noct which was now a crop top and a pair of jeans that hugged his ass, before he started to change. Noctis’ head jerked up at the chosen shirt and he asked, “You taking a jacket with you?” The blond eyed him for a moment and answered, “No, bars are always so hot. Crop top keeps me cool.” His boyfriend gave a short nod and Prompto glanced back at his other lovers who clearly were thinking the same thing as their king, though what that was didn't exactly click in his mind. He was simply filled with glee at the idea of finally having a blast at the bar.
It wasn't exactly the blast he was expecting when they finally arrived at the bar. It was a very toned down location, with two bartenders manning the drinks while someone clearly had an MP3 attached to an old speaker, blasting a playlist of their own making. There was a decent sized crowd and people were even dancing, which thrilled him. He turned towards his partners and asked, “Who wants to dance!” Noct glanced towards the bar, clearly longing for a drink, and Ignis gave a small grimace, murmuring, “Prompto, as much as I would love to indulge, I'm afraid I would step on your toes.”
“You do acrobatic shit while we’re fighting, why can't you dance?” Prompto asked, crossing his arms over his chest. He scratched the back of his neck and admitted, “Rhythm and I are not much acquaintances, I'm sorry. Maybe later?” The shorter man gave a sigh and turned to Gladio, knowing that Noct would flat out refuse.
“Ah, hell yeah, let's go dance!” the dark haired man stated, grabbing him by the hand. They danced for a few songs, swinging and turning around one another as the beat of the music dipped and rose, before Prompto agreed that he could go for a drink. They stopped by the booth that Noct and Ignis were tucked into, and he slid beside his king, kissing him on the cheek. Noctis, who clearly had already had a drink, turned from a shade of pink to a more vibrant red then he asked, “What was that for?”
“Missed you! The big guy is a great dancer, but it's no fun with just two! Why don't you come dance with me?” the blond asked, nudging his side. Noctis glanced over his shoulder towards the crowd and replied, “That's way too many people. Maybe later if it thins out.” Prompto sighed and leaned over to steal a sip of his boyfriend’s drink, as he turned to look for Gladio only to realize that he had left their group to grab a drink from the bartender.
Deciding that this night would be a lot more fun if he was a little less sober, he made his way to the bar, just as Gladio passed him by, reaching over to squeeze his ass. The blond gave a laugh at the affection and the large man went back to their booth, looking forward to drinking his beer and chatting with their partners. Prompto was a bit disappointed when he realized that he would be on the dance floor alone once he finished his own drink but he focused on getting a bit tipsy. He quickly waved down the bartender, who without his asking, poured a shot glass full of vodka in front of him, shouting, “It's for you! Someone bought it for ya!”
He glanced around the bar, trying to catch one of his boyfriends’ gazes but they were lost in their conversation. Content to have the free shot, he thanked the bartender and threw it back, grimacing at the burning aftertaste that followed. Desperate to have something that wasn't pure alcohol, he called out for an amaretto sour which the person quickly tossed together with a few fancy twists of the bottle and a spritz of Sprite and sour mix. Stirring the ice around for a few moments, he began to drink and in only a few minutes the drink was gone and his desire to dance came back. A mischievous smile made its way across his face as he began to formulate a plan to entice one of them onto the floor. Perhaps he could entice one of his boyfriends to come dance with him.
Before they had left the hotel, Ignis had handed over his jacket, citing that even if the bar was hot, it was still cold outside and he didn't want to risk the younger man catching ill. When he turned to Noctis and Gladio for support against Ignis though, the two simply refused to meet his eyes. And now, it was time to return that jacket.
He made his way back towards the booth where his partners sat talking and pulled the jacket around him tight, preparing himself for the tease. As he approached the table, Ignis turned, smiling when he noticed Prompto approaching, but before he could greet him, the blond leaned against the table, and whined, “Iggy, it's so hot in here. Can I take your jacket off now?” The older man froze at his tone and stiffened as he shrugged the jacket off one shoulder, the other following close behind.
“My love, you can do as you please. I merely wish to keep you warm.” Ignis replied, eyes locked to the coat buttons. Prompto grinned and ran his hand down the jacket, pulling a lapel to the side to expose more skin, then let the other fall open. Ignis seemed transfixed on every inch of bare skin that was exposed and Prompto slid out of the coat completely before he dropped it in the spot beside Ignis. He raised his arms in a faux stretch, which was enough to expose his nipple piercings under the shirt, and sighed, “Oh that's so much better. Thank you, Iggy, for keeping me warm. Will you come dance with me, just for a little?”
Ignis slowly lifted his eyes from his exposed abdomen then glanced towards Gladio and Noctis, before he answered slowly, “Perhaps in a few moments. I think the alcohol might be getting to me.” The blond narrowed his eyes at the excuse, knowing full well that his lover hadn't had a single drop of alcohol but he wasn't completely out of options yet. He turned to the others who seemed frozen in place by Prompto’s stunt and asked, “What about you two? A dance with me? Pretty please?”
“Please don't make me get out of this booth right now. It will not look good for me.” Gladio croaked out, eyes locked on his belly button piercing. Prompto pouted and finally turned to his king, who met his gaze evenly as he answered, “I'll dance with you when we get back to the hotel. All you want.” Prompto’s shoulders sagged and he grumbled, “Fine, I'll be back. I'm gonna dance by myself for a while.”
As he flitted away to the dance floor with a laugh, Gladio laid his head on the table with a thump as he groaned, “I know what that little brat is thinking and I hate that he uses those damn piercings to get what he wants.” Noctis turned to look at his Shield and asked wryly, “Remind me again who was the one who encouraged him to get those nipple piercings?”
“Hey, he wanted to go with me to get my tongue pierced! I didn't expect him to drop that kinda bomb on me when we went! How was I supposed to tell him no?” Gladio protested, jabbing the king in the ribs. Ignis turned his head, watching as their boyfriend spun away from the prying eyes and eager hands of the crowd, then murmured, “Alas, let's hope that no one else sets their eyes upon our lovely Prompto.” His boyfriends nodded gravely in agreement.
Prompto was laughing with the other patrons and turned away when people reached for him. Dancing was always a freeing thing for Prompto, he reveled in knowing that he didn't have to worry about someone judging him for doing something so lighthearted. It was unfortunate that people tried to be handsy with others that certainly did not offer permission but he was a big boy, he could handle himself. The songs flowed together surprisingly well, the beat of the music ebbing and flowing, but as the chosen playlist switched to a slower vibe, he decided that it would be the perfect time for another drink.
Settling at the bar, he asked for another Amaretto Sour and waited, scrolling through his phone to check on any messages that he missed since coming to the bar. He was happy to see that Cindy had shot him a text to check in on the gang and as he began to reply to her message about how it was going in Lestallum, the night began to turn on its head.
“Another for my friend here, barkeep!” a man shouted, just as he claimed the bar stool next to Prompto. He glanced towards the bartender and frowned when the drink the stranger ordered was placed in front of him.
“Sorry, I don't think I know you.” Prompto stated, trying to slide his stool away. The guy gave a wide grin and chirped, “Ahh no. I'm the one who sent you the shot earlier tonight. I've been watching you dance and you're fantastic.” The blond’s frown deepened, disappointed that it hadn't been one of his partners that ordered the shot for him, then he replied, “Thank you for that but I'm actually taken.”
The bartender set his drink down on a coaster and gave a nervous look to the dude beside him, only to be dragged away by her coworker. The dude stared at him for a moment then cooed, “You're real pretty you know? Face like that must know a whole lot of tricks.” Prompto took a long drink from his cup, hoping that the guy would take a hint and leave but of course he couldn't be that lucky. The man ran his fingers over his hand, causing the blond to jerk away and spill the remainder of the glass. Cursing, he turned away from the man to step off his bar stool, only for the stranger to also stand, rushing out, “Now hold on a minute, I bought you a drink, I at least deserve a dance.”
“You don't deserve anything, you're the one who decided to buy me a shot. You made me spill my drink and touched me like a creep. Now move.” Prompto said, trying to step away from him. The man reached for his arm and in seconds, there was someone standing between the two of them: Ignis. Always the kind diplomat, offering a calm solution before Gladio or Six forbid, Noctis decides to step in to handle things.
“I believe he said that he was taken and not interested in dancing. Kindly step away.” the taller man instructed, trying to obstruct the man’s view of Prompto entirely. The stranger glared at his boyfriend and barked, “You're not a part of this conversation, Glasses, get lost. Me and pretty boy there got a date on the dance floor.” Ignis sighed with a roll of his eyes then began to say something when Gladio approached, asking, “Is everything okay here, Iggy?”
“Ahh, it appears this gentleman can't seem to comprehend that Prompto is already taken and doesn't want a dance partner.” the taller blond answered, his gaze narrowing on the stranger. Gladio stepped closer to the drunken man and stated, “Seriously dude, just take a hint and leave before it gets ugly. There's plenty of other guys that are single here. He's not one of them.” Prompto hugged against Ignis’ back, peeking over his shoulder to watch the man’s expression, and hoped that Gladio would be enough to scare the dude away.
“I can take you! I bought that tease a drink, I'm getting a fucking dance, so fuck off man!” the drunken fool shouted, starting to crowd into Gladio’s face. The large man barked a laugh then said, “I'm really not the one that you need to be worried about right now, man. Seriously back off and leave.” The words sunk deep into Prompto’s bones and he searched the bar frantically for the king, only to freeze upon seeing Noctis. Oh fuck.
The dark haired man was stalking across the bar and the crowd parted, clearly sensing the impending danger that followed him. Prompto had seen that expression before and it was usually followed by a god snatching him up and demolishing the surrounding area of perceived enemies. Oh Six, they had to go before Noct summoned a deity to smite this idiot hitting on him. He hurried away from the trio of men, to reach Noctis before his boyfriend did something rash, and he shouted, “Noct, wait, don’t!” Prompto reached out for the king but he was gone in an instant, warping to directly interfere with the man still arguing with Ignis and Gladio.
“Ah shit.” the blond groaned, hurrying back across the bar to join his partners.
“Keep your fucking hands off my boyfriend. He said no and that's final. Now get lost, you son of a bitch.” Noctis snapped, shoving the man backwards away from their partners. The dude swung his arms, trying to keep his balance and Gladio tugged Noct backwards. Prompto squeezed between the two and rushed out, “Noct, c’mon he's just drunk, it's not worth it. Let's just go.” The glow in his eyes burned brighter as he hissed, “He doesn't get to touch you and ruin your night.”
“Let’s go home, okay? I'm alright, I promise. Please, Noctis.” Prompto pleaded, glancing over at Ignis and Gladio who had stood their ground between Prompto and the drunken man, surely as a way to both prevent Noctis from harming the man and to protect them. Finally, Noctis tore his gaze away from the drunken fool, meeting his boyfriend’s eyes, before he muttered, “Then let's go home.”
He sighed, relieved that he seemed to break the tension, then gave a small yelp as Noctis practically dragged him out of the bar with Gladio and Ignis hot on their trail.
“I'm really sorry-” Prompto began, only for Ignis to cut him off, “There's absolutely nothing for you to apologize for. That man was overstepping his bounds and invading your personal space. If anything, he deserved to be hit. Are you alright?”
“Yeah I'm okay. I just really want to go back to the hotel.” Ignis climbed into the driver’s seat and Prompto went to claim the passenger, only for Noctis to tighten his grip around his wrist, halting him in his spot. He turned to look at him, puzzled, before the dark haired man said simply, “Sit in the back with me.” He blinked, startled at the request, but slowly nodded his agreement. He hardly ever sat in the back; his job was to operate the music and navigate as needed, but this was Noct making an honest request, something that he hardly did. How could he say no?
Gladio clambered into the passenger seat, grumbling a bit about how his legs were cramped, but gave a small sigh of delight when Prompto encouraged him to push the seat backwards. The four began their trek back to their hotel and Noctis slid closer, continuing his trend of never wearing a seat belt, even though Ignis pleaded for such. The blond glanced at his boyfriend, trying to read his face, but the king laid his head on his shoulder, scooting closer. Prompto let him do as he pleased, knowing that a buzzed Noctis was always a bit more cuddly. But then he froze.
“Uh, Noct, whatcha doing there?” Prompto asked, just as he felt teeth rack against the skin of his neck.
“Just need to be with you, want you close.” the king murmured, climbing into Prompto’s lap as Ignis continued to drive. Long fingers twisted into the hair at the base of his neck, tugging, and he gasped as the nips turned into bites, followed by a kiss and a swipe of tongue to soothe.
“Noct..” he sighed, turning his head to give the dark haired man more space to do as he pleased. Gladio chuckled, glancing over his shoulder at the two of them, and stated, “Guess our prince still isn't over his possessive streak.” Ignis smiled when he caught a glimpse of his partners in the rear view mirror then replied, “I'm afraid Noct will never be over that phase. Though, I'm sure Prompto doesn't mind.” With his free hand, Noct began to run his nails across the blond’s exposed stomach then he murmured, “He had the audacity to touch you while you wore my shirt. Like you were up for grabs.”
“I'm not, you know that! We all do, babe, I swear.” the blond insisted, yelping when the king scratched a bit harder, as if he were staking his claim. Noctis lifted his head and Prompto met his gaze, panting, then the dark haired man suggested, “Maybe I should leave some warning signs that you're off limits to everyone else but us. What do you think about that?”
“Whatever you want, anything, Noct, baby, please.” he pleaded, curling his fingers in the waistband of Noctis’s pants. Ignis hummed from the front seat and chimed in, “He was quite exposed at the bar. Perhaps you could leave marks wherever you could see skin?” Gladio laughed, shaking his head, and replied, “Something tells me that's not gonna be enough for Noct tonight.”
“Everywhere. I'm going to mark you fucking everywhere.” Noctis hissed, sliding the shirt upwards as he bent his head to capture a nipple in his mouth. Prompto squeaked at the wet heat, then reached up to play with feathery hair, moaning as the prince gave a sharp suck. Nails dragged down his side and he groaned at the rush of pain. Noctis then turned his attention to the other, laving the nub with flicks of his tongue, almost as an apology for the sting.
“Yes, yes, everywhere, anywhere, all of you.” Prompto whined, tugging at the dark hair. His partners seemed to pause at his plea and Gladio turned fully in his seat to stare at the blond as Noctis pulled away, eyes glimmering at the statement. Ignis watched, waiting for a withdrawal of the insistence, but the blond merely wiggled, muttering, “C’mon, I want it, let me have it. All of it.”
The king pressed a hand against the back windshield then he asked, “You serious? You want us to mark you up everywhere?” Prompto’s eyes fluttered open, flicking between his boyfriends, then he answered, “Yes, gods, I want that more than anything, Noct. Will you let me have it?”
“I'll give you everything.” Noctis promised, dragging the blond into a kiss. The king's lips were soft and when he parted them, Prompto could taste the lingering bitterness of his drink from the bar. He sighed, melting, then licked tentatively into his boyfriend’s mouth. It was an electric feeling, one that filled him with warmth, and yet sent a shiver down his spine. Noctis was an unruly storm on the best of days but tonight seemed to amp him up even more as he pressed closer, almost frantic with the way he kissed Prompto.
It felt like his head was spinning, as if he was being consumed as the kiss continued, and Noct only fueled the fire. He pulled at Prompto’s hair to tilt his head back further and pressed closer, tongue pressing to part the blond’s lips. He could only squirm under the attention and his fingers twisted in the king’s shirt. He was desperate to be closer, to take everything that he had to offer, then Noct pulled away, gasping as his eyes slowly opened. Prompto whined then leaned closer for another kiss, but his boyfriend began to kiss at the unmarked skin of his jaw.
“Don't be stingy, Noct, he said he wanted all of us to mark him.” Gladio warned, giving a tug on the back of Noctis’s shirt. The king huffed and replied, “Relax, there's plenty of other spots to give him a hickey, don't lose your shit.” The older man stretched into the back seat and tried to pull Noct’s hair, only for Ignis to jab him in the side, scolding, “Quit your bickering. Let Noct take care of him until we get to the hotel.”
“There you go again, babying him. You do know he’s our king now, right? He doesn't always get what he wants.” Gladio grumbled, turning to face the blond. Noct sucked harder, likely as a way to spite their boyfriend, then Prompto whimpered, “You could always just leave a hickey over Noct’s.” The king pulled away at the suggestion, his eyes narrowed, and warned, “Don't start a fight that you'll lose, babe.”
“Actually the way I see it, it's a win-win situation for all of us. Especially me.” he replied, a bright smile growing. Ignis sighed and shook his head. He should have seen this coming; if anyone was eager to egg both Gladio and Noctis on in petty arguments, it was absolutely Prompto.
“Iggy, back me up here! Don't you think it'll be fun to see who can leave the most marks on me?” Prompto urged, turning his head to peer around Noctis. Ignis groaned and let his head hit the headrest as he pleaded, “Please don't distract me, my love, I'm trying not to wreck the car and that question will consume me.” His partners shared a grin and Gladio stated, “This is gonna be one hell of a night.”
Noctis continued to pinch at the gunslinger’s nipples, grinning against the skin of his throat when his boyfriend stifled a sob. Prompto dug his fingers into the meat of Noct’s shoulder and murmured, “Noct, Noct, I need.. more, please!” The king groaned then pulled away to drag the blond into a deep kiss as he coaxed soft lips apart.
“Six, Prompto, you're so fucking hot, I just wish people would leave you alone when we aren't around you.” Noctis hissed, sucking on Prompto’s bottom lip. He sighed and tilted his head backward as he grumbled, “You and me both. I'd do anything to make it stop. Hopefully this will do something at least.”
“If people are too dim to understand the implications of what we are going to leave on you, then we would be delighted to step in.” Ignis added, glancing at the rear view mirror. Prompto and Noctis shared a glance then the gunslinger stage whispered, “One day we should fuck him until he can't use those big ass words anymore.”
“That's one of the best ideas you've had, blondie.” Gladio added, grinning when Ignis rolled his eyes. The car pulled into the parking lot and Noctis trailed a hand down his boyfriend’s chest. Prompto stared up at him eagerly then their door opened and Gladio gave a small shove to their prince before sweeping Prompto out of the car with a wolfish grin. He yelped as he was tossed over the Shield’s shoulder and gave a wave to the king and his advisor. Noctis rolled his eyes then hopped out of the car. Ignis wrapped an arm around his waist and kissed his cheek, murmuring, “They look beautiful, don't they, dearest?”
He hummed in response then replied, “They're gonna look a lot better once we get in our room.” Ignis found that he couldn't argue against that point and they quickly followed after their partners. Thankfully the front desk attendant had abandoned his post for a few moments and just as he was returning, Noct gave his advisor a small nudge to make him move faster. He was really glad no one seemed to see Prompto being carried in fireman style by Gladio; that was not something he wanted to explain.
By the time they reached the room, Gladio already had Prompto pressed against the wall, kissing him breathless. The gunman sighed into the larger man’s mouth and curled his fingers into thick hair to pull. Ignis turned the deadbolt to lock after sliding the do not disturb sign on the outside knob and breathed out, “Astrals, you look gorgeous. Is he treating you alright, my heart?” Gladio pulled away from the kiss and swiped his thumb across his lover’s bottom lip before pushing it inside and answered, “He's doing great, Iggy, don't worry about him.”
Violet blue eyes widened and lowered their gaze, focusing solely on the thumb in his mouth then he gave a hard suck, eager for more. The shield laughed and pulled his finger free. Prompto whined then pressed his head against the walls, muttering, “Why do you guys keep stopping dammit!? Just keep going, I told you what I want already!”
“I didn't stop cause I wanted to, Gladio stole you away.” Noctis grumbled, coming to a stand after he pulled off his boots. The larger man flickered his gaze towards their boyfriend briefly and teased, “Still bitter about that, Princess? Lighten up, this is gonna be fun for all of us.” And with that, Gladio turned his attention back to Prompto, who brightened.
“Fuck pretty boy, been wanting to get my hands on you since we left for the bar. I can’t believe I didn't go dancing with you more. I should've shoved this sorry excuse of a shirt up over your head and showed everyone what you sound like when someone plays with your fucking piercings.” Gladio growled, tugging the blond out of his crop top. Prompto smiled and leaned back against the wall before he offered, “I'm right here. Why don't you show Noct and Iggy? I'm sure they wouldn't mind.”
“Please I'd be happy to lend an ear. Or even a hand if you'd like.” Ignis offered, beginning to undone the buttons on his shirt. Prompto and Gladio watched, enthralled, then the larger man answered, “I'll take you up on that offer in a minute. First I wanna prove a point to our bratty prince that it's go big or go home on hickies.” Noctis scoffed and replied, “I'm pretty sure Prompto said in the car it was a competition to see who could leave the most marks, not the biggest. So we'll see who wins.”
“You're cheating, you had the entire drive back here to start. Iggy and I haven't even gotten the chance to show our boy here just what we can do to him tonight.” the older man argued, swirling his thumb across Prompto’s chest and he pressed hard on a nipple which earned a cry.
“It's not about fairness, it's about taking the opportunity, baby. Now why don't you put up or shut up and let me and Ignis show you how it's done?” Noctis challenged, stepping forward to attempt to steal Prompto away. The gunman’s eyes flickered between the two and Ignis clapped his hands together once, which broke the tension.
“Come now Noct, this isn't about you two, it's about our lovely Prompto wanting to be marked by us. Why don't we do exactly that and let Gladio play with him for a bit? A king shouldn't be so greedy after all.” Ignis murmured, pressing himself against Noctis’s back. The dark haired man flickered his gaze over his shoulder and Prompto croaked out, “I don't really care how greedy you are, I can take it. I want to.”
“I would love to indulge you, love, and trust me, I will, but first I think our prince needs to learn some patience. You don't mind, do you?” Ignis asked, turning towards his partner. Gladio took the opportunity to hike the blond up higher against the wall and dipped his head to bite at his shoulder. Prompto tugged at his boyfriend’s hair and watched as Ignis pulled Noct’s shirt off. When the older man reached for the button of his jeans though, he exclaimed, “No wait, don't! Not yet, please, Iggy…”
The two standing across the room turned to face him and he explained quietly, “Wanna do it. Please just leave ‘em on and let me?” Noct grinned at his boyfriend's plea then asked, “So he can be greedy but not me?”
“I said a king shouldn't be so greedy. Not that you couldn't be. Besides, we should give in to some of his demands. We were rude and didn't dance with him at the bar after all.” Ignis remarked, pressing a line of kisses along Noctis's neck. His boyfriend hummed in consideration then he reached back to tug at blond hair, grumbling, “I told him that I'd dance with him here. And I will once Gladio quits being stingy.”
“Stingy,” Gladio laughed, glancing over his shoulder at his king, “Baby, you know damn good and well that I'm not stingy. I'm just taking my turn.” Prompto dug his nails into the Shield’s shoulder and whined, “Pants, Gladio, just take off my damn pants!” He turned back and let his partner land on his feet to begin undoing his jeans. While he stripped the blond completely, he purred, “You're so damn pretty, baby, we just gotta leave marks everywhere so people can finally get it through their thick skulls that you're ours and nobody else’s, ain't that right?”
Prompto nodded eagerly then tried to reach for his boyfriend, only to be tossed onto the bed. The gunslinger settled on the bed, stretching out and watched eagerly as Gladio pulled his vest off which exposed the full extent of his tattoo. While he stared, deft fingers pressed against his hips. He turned to look at who was responsible and gave a shy smile when he saw that it was Ignis. He lifted his hips and the advisor kissed at the flat plane of his stomach then he asked, “You don't mind if I take over for a bit, darling?”
“Ahh hell, guess I can't stop you, can I, Iggy?” Gladio answered, shaking his head. Noctis laughed at the small disappointed look on his protector’s face and ribbed, “Now who's being greedy, big guy?” The taller man turned to face the king, taking a step forward, then growled, “What did I tell you about being a brat, Princess?” Their prince’s grin widened and he snipped back, “I don't know, some kind of empty promise to put me in my place?”
As expected, the older man rose to the bait and swept their king into a deep kiss. Even from the bed, Prompto could see a flicker of tongue between the two and he was desperate to see more.
“Closer, please, c'mon Noct, Gladio, closer!” Prompto insisted, eyes locked on his other two partners. The two turned to face their partner and Noctis shoved his Shield forward then urged, “Go on, you heard our boy. He wants us closer.” The blond man watched eagerly as they circled him from either side of the bed and stretched a hand out towards Noct, only for Ignis to swat him down.
“Simmer down now.” Ignis murmured, his voice low before he pressed a gentle hand against Prompto’s stomach. A small shuddering breath left him and he relaxed, moaning, “I-I will, yes sir, Ignis.” The older man smirked, delighted that a simple sentence had reduced his lover to a good, eager boy, then he bent his head. A perfect spot had just presented itself to him and he wasn't one to ignore such a gracious gift. Running a thumb over the sharp cut of Prompto’s hip, he began to suck gently.
Ignis was methodical in everything that he did and that translated into the attention of which he left the hickies into Prompto’s skin. It was almost a constellation of bruises across his hips and thighs which was delightful but Prompto needed something more.
“Iggy, will you touch me? C'mon, you can still leave hickies wherever you want, just want you to touch me.” Prompto urged, running his fingers through the older man’s hair. Dark eyes lifted then Ignis pulled back with a pop and asked, “And where would you like me to touch you, my love? Here, where your pretty nipples are pierced?” He ran a nail over the reddened bud and the blond jolted at the sensation with a soft whimper.
“They've been so mean to you, tugging at these all night, haven't they? Do you know why?” Ignis asked, pinching one gently. Prompto gritted his teeth to stifle the yelp that threatened to escape and shook his head. But deep down, he knew the answer to his partner’s question.
“It's cause you teased us in the bar. When you took off his jacket.” Noctis answered, sliding his way behind Prompto to prop the blond upwards. The gunman’s eyes squeezed shut when the king rolled the other nipple between his fingers and sobbed when thick fingers slid between his thighs, pressing against his dick.
“That's right, pretty boy. We know what you were doing earlier. You tried so hard to get us to dance with you and it just backfired.” Gladio chuckled, hooking his hand underneath Prompto’s knee to spread his legs. The blond gave a small smile and chirped, “I don't know, losing out on dancing and getting this instead? Don't really think it backfired too bad. Iggy!” The advisor smirked and bit down again, continuing his way back to his thigh.
“Do try to hold him still, won't you, my loves? I don't want to harm him too much.” Ignis asked, satisfied when Noctis tugged Prompto tighter against his chest and scraped his teeth against the nape of his neck. The gunslinger waved a hand around, searching for something to grip, then Gladio grabbed his wrist, pinning it to the mattress.
“Just sit back and relax, sunshine, we got you.” the larger man purred before bending his head and capturing the other nub into his mouth with his teeth. Prompto squealed and kicked his feet the best he could but there was truly nowhere to run, even if he wanted to. Ignis was a force to be reckoned with and Gladio refused to let him go, not to mention the tight grip Noctis had around his chest.
“What a sweet boy. My, you look ravishing. Can I touch you here then?” Ignis asked, pressing gently against his hole. Prompto’s thighs tried to clench together but Gladio was prepared and tightened his grip further as the advisor coated his fingers in lube.
“Yes, yes, Iggy, fuck! I need it so bad, oh Six, yes..” the gunslinger wailed, knotting his fingers further in Noct’s hair. The king smirked and pulled away from the hickies he was leaving to focus on the soft cries escaping his partner. He sounded beautiful, every word spilling from his lips a plea for more, a tease to entice someone to do something. Noct wasn't exactly sure what Prompto was aching for but he was more than happy to guess at what it was until he found the answer.
Ignis pressed gently at the opening and groaned when there was little resistance, the younger man collapsing against their king. He watched intently then twisted his wrist to aim for the spot that he knew would make the younger man sob for more. He was aching to hear it and to offer more of an incentive for such, he dipped his head and began to suckle at Prompto’s inner thighs. He moved closer inward, where muscle subsided and gave way to much softer, more sensitive skin then lapped at the darkening bruise.
“Astrals, Prompto, I can't get enough. The things that I will do to you, I don't think I could properly articulate my thoughts.” Ignis groaned, pumping his finger. Noct groaned at the rasp in his lover’s voice then he bent his head to hiss, “You drive us insane, you know that, right? I'm going to fuck you while Specs hold you down for me and Gladio stuffs your pretty mouth with his fingers. You good with that, Prompto?”
“Noct, c'mon man, don't tease me! Just do it already!” Prompto bit out, twisting under Ignis’ careful ministrations. Gladio laughed and ran his fingers through the blond's hair before he cooed, “Wow, you really need it bad tonight. Our pretty boy wants a reminder that he's ours that much?” Blue eyes met his then the gunman whispered, “Need it, big guy. Don't wanna think about that dude or anyone else. Just you guys please.”
Noctis and Ignis both stiffened at the reminder of what transpired earlier then their prince leaned over and coaxed his lover into a mind numbing kiss. The Shield smiled down at the two and weighed in, “I think we can definitely do that for you.
Ignis continued to prep the younger man, alternating between curling his fingers slowly then pumping harshly against his prostate. While he continued to take the younger man apart, Noctis gave a grin to Gladio then wrapped a hand tightly around the base of Prompto’s cock. The blond choked on a sound and tried to tug out of Gladio’s hold but there was simply nowhere to go. The dark haired man dragged his grip upwards then ran his thumb lightly around the head as he murmured, “Oh baby, you're so wet for us. You really want it bad, don't you?”
“Noct, please… I need it.” Prompto whined, tucking his face against his shoulder. The pleasure was blinding; Ignis seemed to time his thrusts with Noct stroking him and he was desperate for someone to finally fuck him. Gladio slid a hand between slim thighs to join Ignis’ then he asked, “What do you think, Specs? You think pretty boy is ready to take our Princess here?”
“Hmm. I suppose it would be a bit of a tight fit but I think our dearest can take it.” Ignis replied, flashing a smirk. Noctis gave a squeeze around Prompto’s dick and the blond’s eyes clenched tight as he insisted, “I can take it, please, Iggy, you know I can! Six, wanna be fucked, want you, Noct.” The king kissed him on the cheek and instructed Gladio to hold the gunman up as he slid off the bed to take Ignis’ place. The advisor dragged his fingers out slowly, but not before he gave a mean jab which earned a spasm of thighs.
“You wanna be fucked like this, baby?” Noctis asked, settling between the blond’s thighs. Prompto met his gaze and gave a slow nod, eyes locked on the bulge in Noct’s jeans. He reached forward and hurriedly opened the button and zipper, shoving down at the waistband with his other hand that Gladio had relinquished.
“You’re so good for us, Prompto.” Gladio said, kissing the blond man on the top of his head. Noct’s pants were shed in seconds and the king guided his partner back into the waiting arms of Ignis who also took the opportunity to completely strip. Despite his earlier plea, Prompto didn't seem upset about that decision; rather he sighed and grinded his hips backwards.
Ignis groaned and gripped the blond’s hip to steady him with a warning, “Hold still my love, Noct is going to take great care of you.” The younger man met his king’s eyes and said softly, “Yeah, I know he will.” Unable to resist, Noct gripped the back of the gunslinger’s head and tugged him into a kiss. A gasp escaped the blond at the soft press of Noct’s cock against his rim then his king broke their kiss with a groan, “Fuck Specs, how much lube did you use to prep him? He's so wet.”
Prompto whined and turned his head to hide his face but Ignis was there in a instant to force him to meet Noct’s intense gaze as he answered, “The slicker he is, the better you'll be able to fuck him, isn't that right, Highness?”
“Yeah, I got it. You ready, Prompto?” Noctis asked, trailing his fingers against his chest. The gunslinger gave a shaky nod and lifted his hips to ease the slide but trembled against Ignis when his boyfriend pressed his hips forward agonizingly slow. His hands curled into fists and he watched, riveted, as Noct paused, huffing out a laugh, “Fuck, baby. You're so tight, this is gonna take me a bit to get used to. That's okay, right?”
Prompto whined at the question and grumbled in return, “You're doing this on purpose, dude. Why don't you just fuck me?!” Gladio shook his head and laughed, “Come on, you can't be that impatient already? Just relax and let Noct handle things.” Prompto shot an annoyed glare then began to make a remark only for it to die on his lips when Noct pulled back and slammed into him. He squeaked at the sudden change in pace then Ignis kissed him on the cheek.
“You did ask why he wouldn't fuck you, darling. Don't tell me you're regretting your decision?” Ignis murmured with a nip to the blond’s ear. Prompto shook his head then Noct hooked his knee over the crook of his arm, spreading his legs wider. Gladio and Ignis shared a knowing grin as the king began to fuck his lover.
“Yes, yeah, Noct, ‘s good!” Prompto slurred out, his eyes fluttering closed as the rush of pleasure swept over him and stole his breath away. He stretched a hand out tentatively and was surprised that none of his partners dared to pin his wrist against the mattress again, so he took the opportunity and gripped Noct’s shoulder tightly. The dark haired man whined softly at the bite of his nails then sighed, “Can't help it, can you?”
“Need to touch you.” Prompto provided simply, resting his head against Ignis’ chest. His boyfriends simply laughed and Noctis turned his attention fully to fucking the gunman into the mattress until he was boneless.
He was helpless against the sharp thrusts and his chest heaved with his cries for more, but Gladio simply pressed his fingers into his mouth with a quiet, “Shh, pretty, he's gotcha. He's gonna make you come. Just lay there and be a good boy for our prince.” He opened his mouth wider and lapped at the Shield’s fingers as he whined softly. His skin was hot and the large digits were heavy against his tongue. Gladio was always the sure and steady one, never afraid to broach the faint line of enough and too much, and Six, did Prompto love him for that.
“Good, darling, you're doing so well for us.” Ignis encouraged as his fingers found his boyfriend’s nipples yet again. He whined at the overstimulation but Gladio merely hushed him, pushing his fingers further into his mouth followed by a warning, “Don't be like that, sunshine. Iggy’s being nice to you, you know he can be a lot worse.”
A thoughtful hum from the advisor followed and he remarked, “Indeed, the idea is quite tempting. He flushes so beautifully when we tease these pretty things until he cries.” The Shield dragged his fingers out slowly, pressing against his tongue, then allowed spit to drip out onto Prompto’s lips and chin with a mere, “Oops. Sorry pretty boy, now you're all messy.”
“Godsdamn right, he's fucking messy.” Noctis growled, twisting his hips to drive in harder. Prompto wheezed at the attention and he stuttered out, “Please, wanna be, make me-”
“You want to be messy, darling? Do you want us to cover you in not only hickies but come as well? Filthy little thing.” Ignis cut in, twisting at the bud meanly. The gunman wailed at the bite of pain and he could feel his face burning with his embarrassment when he finally managed a small nod. Noctis groaned at the agreement and muttered, “Wanna come inside, that okay, baby?” Violet eyes snapped open at the suggestion and Prompto cried out, “Yes, yes, Noct, want it, want it, please!”
The king tightened his grip over his lover’s hip and groaned, “I got you Prompto, just relax and let us take care of you.” The words were a balm to Prompto’s raw nerves and he relaxed against Ignis, his gaze flickering between Noct’s dark eyes and the dick sliding into him. He felt like he was being pulled apart and placed carefully back together before the process was repeated. His boyfriends were attentive and nothing was going to slip under their careful watch.
“Mm, I wanna play with his cock, see if he really will cry for us.” Gladio tossed out and he smirked when his partners turned to face him with varying degrees of surprise. Prompto pouted up at the larger man and whined, “Why're you guys being so mean to me? Just wanna be fucked, wanna be yours.” Gladio moved quickly, gripping the blond’s face in his large hand by the jaw, and tightened his hold briefly with a low, dangerous, “Tell me you don't want me to play with your pretty dick then, baby, and I'll leave you be.”
“No, wait! I want it, I just, please, don't wanna be teased.” Prompto insisted, eyes widening with tears welling up. Ignis cooed at the sight and suggested, “Perhaps overstimulation would be for the best then. Our darling has been quite good for us after all. What do you think, Noct?”
“Hmm I dunno, you really want Gladio to make you come?” the king asked, beginning to slow down.
“Noct, Noct, c'mon please! Oh fuck I'm gonna come..” Prompto whined, shifting his hips upwards. It wasn't fair that he was stopping! But Noctis wasn't having it and shoved him further into the bed as he laughed, “Yeah, already? You really like when we bite you that much? We haven't even started on your arms yet and you're going to come?”
“Yeah.. like it when you guys show me that I'm yours. When I can't cover it up because it's everywhere. Makes me feel wanted.” Prompto murmured, blinking tears from his eyes. Ignis smoothed his fingers through the younger man's hair and assured himt, “You will always be wanted, no matter what. You will always be ours, my love, and nothing in the world will change that.”
“Yeah you never have to worry about that, pretty boy.” Gladio agreed. Prompto turned to face Noctis, who stared at him for a moment, then his king stated, “I always want you by my side, Prompt. You complete me, all of you. I'll do whatever it takes to make sure you never forget that. Even if that means covering you in hickies so people know that you're ours.”
Hooking his arms under Prompto’s knees, he pressed the blond in half and snapped his hips faster. Prompto sobbed wetly at the sharp change in angle and tried to twist under the attention of his king but Gladio was there in an instant to pin his hips in place. Ignis cupped his chin from behind and bent his head to capture his mouth in a fierce kiss, pressing his tongue in further with slow, languid licks.
“Noct, Noct! I can't… please just let me come, I'll be so so good for you please!” Prompto whined, breaking the kiss with the advisor. Noctis grinned sinsterly at the plea and wrapped his hand tightly around his boyfriend’s dick.
“Oh baby, you're already so good for us. You can come for us.” With a few quick twists of his wrist, Prompto’s back arched with his cry as he started to come. He sunk his nails deeper into Noct’s shoulder and the king hissed at the pain before he continued his pace.
“You're both so beautiful.” Ignis said quietly, fingers dragging through the come splattered against Prompto’s stomach and chest. He whimpered at the gentle touch and the advisor offered the digits to Gladio, who opened his mouth eagerly. Noct and Prompto watched with wide eyes as the Shield sucked Ignis’ fingers clean and sighed.
“Oh gods, that was so hot.” Prompto mumbled. Noct cupped his chin and turned his boyfriend’s attention back to him as he asked, “You ready for me to come in you, baby?” A strangled noise escaped the blond and he nodded slowly, a haze from his orgasm still clouding his brain. Ignis chuckled then remarked, “I think our darling is a bit foggy, I wonder if he could take another.”
“Six, please, Iggy, I can, promise!” Prompto then whined at the large, steady hand that wrapped around the base of his cock. Gladio. The larger man’s voice was gruff when he asked, “You sure, pretty boy? I'm not gonna be nice about it.” Prompto thrust his hips upwards, trying to encourage Noct to fuck into him harder, then the king groaned, head dipped low, “Fuck, Prompto, you're gonna kill me.”
“Yeah, yeah, please, Gladio, want it, Noct, c'mon, you're not gonna leave me hanging, are you?” the younger man pleaded, tear tracks marking his cheeks. Dark eyes snapped upwards to meet his gaze then Noct laughed quietly as he assured his lover, “No chance in that.” His grip around Prompto’s thighs tightened to a bruising hold and he fucked his boyfriend quicker. His toes curled at the brush against his prostate and he wheezed when Gladio began to stroke him.
A thumb ran over the slit of his cock and a broken noise tried to escape but Ignis merely hushed him, “Come now, love, you said you could take it. Don't tell me you're backing down now?” Prompto shook his head rapidly and his knees tried to slam together when he realized that Gladio and Noctis were kissing above him. A hum escaped the Shield as Noct drew back with a hiss and groaned, “Fuck, gonna come!”
“Yeah? Don't think sunshine here is gonna last much longer, either.” Gladio said, his voice low. Prompto jerked against the bite that Ignis gave his jaw then whimpered, “Please, I can't, need to come.” Noct dipped his head lower and gave a small shout as he began to come. Between Ignis and Noctis, there truly was nowhere to hide from the bombarding sensation of Noctis filling him up. The blond jerked against the firm hold that Ignis had him in, then the older man murmured, “That's good, Astrals, you're doing so well for us, love, just be a good boy and let Gladiolus make you come again.”
“Fuck, fuck, fucking Astrals!” Prompto sobbed, helpless against the long, sure strokes that Gladio continued. Between Noctis pressed firmly inside him and Ignis teasing at his nipples, he could only blabber out pleas and cries for something. Whether that something was mercy or more, he wasn't entirely sure, but Gladio began to fuck his own fist and everything seemed to come to a head.
A keen broke free finally as Ignis twisted a bud sharply and snapped, “Come now, Prompto, come for us again.” The world seemed to slow and his orgasm rushed over him much faster this time, stunning him into quiet, hiccuping cries. He could faintly hear the growl from Gladio as he came and his chest was covered. Faintly, he dragged his fingers through the mess and pressed them against his lips, moaning at the taste.
“Fuck, Prompto.” Noctis stated, stunned at the scene. His partners merely watched in silence and the blond settled against Ignis with a quiet, satisfied sigh. Gladio collapsed on the corner of the bed and groaned, “I don't think even my wet dreams could beat this.”
“That's surprising, coming from you.” Noctis ribbed, slowly pulling out. Prompto made a quiet, distressed noise and Ignis hushed him, “It’s alright, dear. They're going to start cleaning up, is that alright?” The blond whined but nodded, thankful that Iggy turned him around to hug him tightly while Gladio and Noct began to start aftercare. He seemed to float in a quiet, content state, before something dawned on him.
“You didn't come on me.” Prompto’s voice was soft and undeniably upset. Ignis kissed him gently on the cheek and assured him, “Not on your front, no, my love, but I assure you, I did indeed cover you in my come. Here, you see?” Long, dexterous fingers slid against his back and the feeling finally sank in; his lower back was sticky and he shifted, a small smile growing. Ignis gave a quiet, knowing laugh and urged, “Come now, darling, Gladio and Noct have a hot bath ready for you. Would you like to be alone?”
“Nuh uh, wanna be with you guys.” is the quiet reply. The advisor smiled and said, “Well, one of us could sit in the bath with you, but unfortunately that tub is only big enough for two. Who would you like?” The blonde simply clung to him in response and he gave a sigh, knowing that it would likely be impossible to escape the tight hold.
“Very well, I will take a bath with you, is that alright, Prompto?” The gunman nodded slowly and Noctis emerged from the bathroom, asking, “You want me to get him some water too?”
“If you wouldn't mind, dear heart.” The king nodded and disappeared from the bedroom in search of cold water in a mug. Ignis drew in a deep breath and scooted towards the edge of the bed to properly stand up with Prompto still in his arms. Gladio opened the bathroom door then he informed the two, “All ready for ya. You got him?”
“Yes thank you. Did you put in a cloth?” Ignis asked, entering the bathroom. Gladio nodded and the two shared a brief kiss in the doorway before he settled Prompto into the hot tub slowly. A small, startled noise escaped him at the heat of the water but he slowly melted against the tub with a delighted sigh.
“Does that feel good, darling?” Ignis murmured, brushing his fingers through Prompto’s hair. He nodded and muttered, “Feels so nice, Iggy, thank you. All of you.” After some coaxing through the bath and a conversation about what takeout to order, Prompto was tucked firmly against Noctis’ side, watching as his boyfriend played a bit of Kings Knight.
“Thank you guys. I love you so much.” Prompto mumbled, his words slightly muffled by Noct’s shoulder. His boyfriends turned to look at him and Noctis combed his hand through his wet hair as their partners echoed an ‘we love you too’ then Noct replied, “We love you too, Prompto. More than you know.”
The morning came far too early for Prompto’s liking and he was a morning person. He whined quietly when he stretched a bit, his body aching in the best of ways, then stumbled into the small kitchen area where Ignis and Gladio were chatting quietly. They glanced up at the sound of him and he mumbled, “Mornin’. Where’s Noct?”
A disgruntled hiss came from the couch and he could see Noct's fluffy hair from under a blanket as the king grumbled, “Not in bed where I want to be.” Prompto gave a glance towards his partners and Gladio explained, “He wasn't ready to let go of me but I wanted coffee. This was a compromise.”
“Yeah, for you.” the dark haired man snarked, no true bite in his voice. Prompto passed the small mirror that hung in the hall next to the kitchen and immediately backtracked, his jaw wide open as he stared at his reflection.
“Oh gods I'm never going out in public ever again.” Prompto cried out, burying his face in his hands. Gladio gave a booming laugh and tucked himself against the blond’s back, “Aww, c'mon pretty boy, you look beautiful. All ours.” Ignis leaned against the counter top with his coffee in hand then chimed in, “I think you look ethereal, darling.”
“Try telling that to me after I've had to look someone other than you three in the face.” the blond groaned, collapsing into Gladio’s arms, who easily swept him up. Noctis glanced up from where he was wrapped tightly in his blanket then grumbled, “You'll be fine, at least people will finally take a fucking hint.”