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Risky Rendezvous

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petplay: All good pets need to be trained. Of course, they naturally want to please master or mistress, so taking to the leash and collar is in their blood. You may want to give them a helping hand, though, and keep those temptations like acting like a human out of their sights.

daddy/baby girl: Or something more gender neutral. Whatever the case, you love taking care of your little one and spoiling them...unless they need punished for being a brat. They may be too young, but you can't help yourself.

medical play: The doctor will see you now.

bondage: Whips and chains excite you. Ropes aren't too bad, either.

religious: Forgive me father, for I have sinned. And now, I'll have to confess it all.

let go: You've got all your shit together in life. In your private life, though, you like to let go and lose yourself - either by being rough and controlling someone else or being controlled.

student/teacher: Young teacher, the subject of school girl fantasies. You know the drill. Somebody's staying after class.

non-con: They say no, but you know they mean yes.

master/servant: Maid or butler uniform optional.

newlyweds: There's nothing like your wedding night.

cheating: Your cheatin' heart may or may not be in the right place.

robbery: Give up all your goods and give up something else, too.

incest: It's all relative.

crossdressing: Girls will be girls and boys will be girls.

police: Ready for a game of good cop, bad cop?

wanton: Oe of you has all the trappings of a slut, with all that ill-repute, and the other has to put them in their "place." Dirty talk, sexy clothing, toys, maybe even glory holes, oh my! The more perverse, the better.

strangers: You'd never do this with someone you just met! Good thing you've really known each other forever.

prostitution: All the naughtiness of an appointment between a prostitute and a John.

nurturing: We know all of you love a mother or father figure.

someone else: Usually, a lover calling out someone else's name is anathema, but now, it's apropos..

RUSSIAN ROULETTE

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There was an incredible amount of beating around the bush going on as they both feared ruining friendships. Prompto was tempted to drop it for that reason alone, but Gladio's reaction struck him as way too far off for someone who would just be kidding. He could have still dropped it anyway. After all, Gladio clearly had the same fear he did, so why push?

He just... kind of really wanted to hear it if someone thought he was attractive. Yet he couldn't say that. How was he supposed to admit he wanted to hear someone call him a hottie?

He swallowed, sitting on the edge of wanting to bury it all and pretend nothing happened, when he suddenly dove off the edge and took the risk. The desperation for validation tipped him slightly over the line and from there it felt like a freefall to certain doom.

"...Really?"

The tone didn't sound like he was joking at all. It was weak, trying not to give away his doubts but failing miserably. He cleared his throat. Damn, why was this so hard? His heart felt like it was about to break out of prison. "I mean, you actually think I'm hot?"

He couldn't help the sheer disbelief coming through in his voice. It was just so new to him. If nothing else, though, he didn't sound upset by it. No, there was an underlying hint of hope instead. "But you can have anyone you want."

Gladio knew Prompto wasn't the most confident guy, that he was a little insecure. Sure, they all had their little quirks but he hadn't really realized just how deep those uncertainties went. That soft question, full of doubt and disbelief makes Gladio chew his lip for a moment. Maybe... maybe there's still a chance that this isn't going to just blow up in his face after all.

He shifts, leaning back against the headboard, one foot drawn up onto the bed, the other dangling off the side. He can look at Prompto better this way which yeah is great for trying to figure out what's going on in his head but he's also still wearing that goddamned skirt and it's distracting.

"Well, I mean... yeah." A soft sigh and he's just embarrassed enough that he can actually feel his cheeks heating up. Gods, he hasn't blushed like this since he was a teenager. "Like... cute hot." Another exhale that's not quite a sigh, more a grumble. "I don't wanna make this weird, okay? But yeah, hot. In a pin you to the wall and watch you squirm kinda way." Not like he's thought about that before or anything, really. Promise.

"And, sure, I flirt a lot but... like hell I'm ever going to call any of those girls back. They're-" He waves a hand dismissively. "They don't get it. Can't. Not like we do. So it's fun and all but... 's it." Which is maybe implying that he'd be open to more than a quick fling with Prompto? Shit, so much for not making this weird.

Right up until Gladio started talking about pinning him up to the wall he was doing okay, and then that suddenly went straight to his crotch. He couldn't help it! He was a young man, visuals did a lot for him. As much as he inwardly denied that he was into something like that, he couldn't stop it when an image of Gladio towering over him, arm above his shoulder, body pressed against his flitted through his mind. To be honest, part of it probably had to do with it being taboo. He looked at girly magazines - when Gladio wasn't watching - but he'd never gone far out of the realm of pretty typical stuff. This was uncharted territory, no desensitization present.

He quickly covered his crotch with his hands, which could just look like him folding his hands on his lap. Unable to look Gladio in the eye like that, his gaze turned towards the opposite wall instead. His mind said there were a million things that could go wrong with this, but his body said he was a very horny boy.

At the very least he caught that Gladio seemed a bit anxious himself. Which was weird. He'd never seen Gladio like that. It couldn't really be because he was into Prompto, could it? How could he make someone jittery?

Doing everything he could to beat off anymore sexual imagery, he searched for answers on the wall. He didn't need to be wondering how Gladio's abs felt or how hot his body would be.

"Not weird at all," he attempted to make a joke but his voice was all over the place. How was he supposed to respond just finding out that his friend was checking him out? Oh man, had Gladio masturbated to him before? The whole thing was mind blowing.

"How... How long?" he barely strung the words together. It was getting difficult to think straight.

How could he not be anxious? It was easy to be confident with girls because he'd never see them again, never have to face up to any mistakes he made. No consequences which was all well and good but it was so very unsatisfying. As much as the guys might tease him for his romance novels he was still a romantic at heart and he didn't want to never have meaningful relationships. He just... didn't have time. Never mind that there was so much he couldn't tell anyone right now as well.

But Prompto was here with him, had been through so much with him. It made the risk that much higher but also the reward had the potential to be worth it, very much so.

If Prompto weren't so obviously uncomfortable Gladio might have made a snarky comment to that question but Prom wouldn't even look at him and that hurt more than anything. He didn't want this to drive a wedge between them. "Long enough..." It was hard to say when. Just like Prompto went from Noctis' cute nerdy friend to being his friend he'd also morphed along the way from being cute in a vaguely nerdy, puppyish kind of way to being... more.

Long enough that, yes, he had gotten off thinking of Prompto's pretty mouth before.

Gladio sighs, scoots down the bed so he can nudge Prompto's thigh with his toes, dipping just under the fabric of his skirt. "You... aren't even into dudes at all, are you?"

Prompto instantly squeezed his legs together and tightened up. He was really trying to hide the fact that he had a boner - at least the skirt was good for something. While Gladio might have been putting himself out there, Prompto wasn't quite ready to flaunt something like that.

"Never thought about it before," he answered honestly. Much of his time had been spent building up a façade, imitating what he imagined a 'cool guy' was. It was no surprise he was often so envious of Gladio, who didn't even seem to have to try. So it was true. The thought hadn't crossed his mind, but he didn't outright reject it. He didn't know what exactly to think about it other than it was kind of scary and different.

But damn. Gladio had really been thinking of him? It was the type of thing that took a moment to even sink in.

"I never knew you were into dudes. Not that there's anything wrong with that. 's cool." For all his own confusion, he didn't have a problem with anyone liking guys. He just didn't know his own feelings. He was bouncing between bewildered, anxious and curious. His voice, at least, was evening out a bit and becoming more conversational.

"Have you ever done it with a dude?" Because he hadn't seen it.

"Can't exactly advertise that shit when you're part of the Crown Prince's retinue." So he'd kept it quiet for the most part. Never on the road, never where he was anywhere that could be associated with Noctis. Never where his father could have found out.

But, as far as Gladio was concerned if Prompto had made it this long without even the slightest curiosity that was that. He'd taken a chance and it had... well maybe not completely blown up in his face but it sure as hell wasn't going the way he'd thought.

The question surprises him, he'd thought Prompto would be much too squeamish to want to know. He shifts a little, carefully pulling his foot back, toes in his own space, not touching, not pushing, just... watching Prompto and trying not to be creepy about it. "There's a lot of it's that could apply to, dude. But... yeah... most of it. Fooling around in locker rooms back in school and after training. That kind of shit."

"Wow," he answered as if in awe. "You really pulled one over on me. I had no idea."

Especially when they were traveling so closely together he thought he would have noticed something like that. As he became more curious about it he switched from timid mode and started prying more. "So what kind of guys are you into? Have you done anything like, while we've been on our trip? Wait, do the others know?"

Despite still trying to conceal his body, he was still sitting in a room with Gladio, and he was slowly forgetting about how he was dressed and acting more casual and careless.

It was good to see Prompto becoming more comfortable, more his usual self. Confidence was good. Astrals but the way he blushes was enough to make Gladio start waxing poetic. Best not to mention that though, not now, not as soundly friend-zoned as he was.

"What is this, 20 questions?" He chuckles as he says it, though, shaking his head, running a hand through his hair. "No I'm not about to pull something like that out on the road like this. Never mind that Iggy's head would explode if I suggested getting 2 rooms." But the likelihood of getting caught made that a no go. Hell, he hadn't even really fooled around with any of the girls he's been flirting with.

"Ignis knows." And he does blush at that admission. There's a story there, clearly, but he doesn't actually say anything beyond that. Prompto doesn't need to know about getting caught by his prince's retainer in the armory with some random soldier that had wanted in his pants.

"Dunno if I really have a type exactly though? I mean..." He hesitates, then shrugs and figures Prompto already knows the worst of it. "Pretty twinks with fantastic asses, obviously." A gesture to Prompto. "Nice hair, a good laugh, and I'm done for."

"I don't know. I'm curious! I mean, if we were hanging out one day and I was suddenly like, 'Do you think Dino would be into me?', wouldn't you have some questions?"

Dino being the most ridiculous person he could think of off the top of his head. He listened, interested, but he also hadn't exactly kept up with the 'gay scenes'. He wasn't sure what all the terminology was, but if Gladio seemed to be saying he was a 'twink', he wanted to know.

"So I'm a 'twink'...? Is that popular?" Why did he want to know? Well, who didn't want to have someone appreciate their butt? It definitely felt different, but that didn't mean he didn't want to indulge in having his ego stroked for a change. Maybe he'd even look around more closely now to see if any guys were checking him out. He'd never thought to before.

On the other hand, maintaining a raging boner in his overly accurate garment was definitely starting to get bothersome. He got up, leaving his hands where they were to cover himself, and started creeping carefully towards the bathroom.

He can't help it. Gladio laughs at that, not his usual boisterous full bodied laughter but something a little darker, a self-satisfied rumbling chuckle and amber eyes darken with something hungry and the tiniest bit wistful.

"Trust me. You're not Dino's type." If he'd have faltered and let himself get caught up with anyone on this trainwreck of a road trip it'd be that sassy boy right there. And oh Dino was definitely interested. It made it really hard to keep his libido in check every time they went to Galdin.

"Yeah, you're definitely a twink. Then again so's Dino. Maybe I do have a type. Young, pretty, eager to please..." Oh and wouldn't Prompto be so eager, desperate for praise and- By the Six, Gladio. Stoppit.

But then again Prompto's sneaking away and once he's standing the placement of his hands is way more obvious which definitely piques Gladio's curiosity. He sits up, reaches out to catch Prompto's arm before he can get too far away, immediately lets go again because he doesn't want him to feel trapped. "Prom?"

"Dino? Really?"

How much had he been completely blind to?

Then Gladio was describing him again and it was so unbelievable to his ears. Young? Well, yeah, he was still kind of young. Pretty? Was he considered pretty by guys? He'd never thought of himself that way. 'Eager to please'? That definitely had a sensual undertone to it that made his chest tighten. There was a fantasy that went along with that statement, and his mind couldn't help but wonder what it was.

He jumped in place when Gladio suddenly grabbed his arm, but tried to act like he hadn't. He followed it up with some nervous laughter, "Ah, just need to adjust these panties. They're kind of... out of place..."

Sort of true. Why was he wearing them anyway? Did he really need to be that accurate? Just saying that made him realize just how oddly kinky his outfit felt and sent the temperature of his cheeks skyrocketing, all while he was slightly slumped over to try and hide himself. He hadn't felt quite this self-conscious in a long time.

Oh there is definitely a fantasy there, one that his brain is helpfully suggesting should involve Prompto in cute, lacy panties and Gladio ends up sat on the edge of the bed, fingers curled tight enough into the bedspread that his knuckles were going pale. He wouldn't let himself touch Prompto again, not after being shot down so thoroughly with that attempted kiss, but astrals he wanted to.

"You're-" He has to swallow hard, tongue slipping out to wet his lips, teeth tugging lightly at the bottom one as he tries to reign in his libido. Amber eyes gone dark with lust flicker up to look at him through his lashes, something undeniably hot and hungry in his gaze. "You're wearing panties?"

And if he dared let himself think it Prompto might... be a little more interested in the proceedings than he'd let on earlier. It made it that much harder not to reach out and drag him close, pull him into the v of his legs and kiss him, touch him, ravish him. He'd be so gorgeous, flushed and debauched in Gladio's lap and he tried, rather unsuccessfully, to swallow back a soft moan at the very idea.

The way Gladio seemed so interested in his underwear had his heart pounding. He swallowed.

"Yeah. I think Iris might've been a little too thorough with the costume..."

He ended up somewhat frozen. He had wanted to sneak off to the bathroom and maybe wring one out to get it over with, but the attention being directed towards him was intoxicating. After many years of being overlooked and ignored, the thing he really wanted the most was just for someone to notice him.

"Umm..." He chewed on his bottom lip. 'Embarrassing' wasn't a strong enough word to describe how he'd feel about giving away his interest, but he did kind of want to keep it going. Just so he could revel in it a little longer. "Wh-Why? You like them?"

The question was too much of a lead-on to be innocent. He didn't have the experience or clarity of mind to be more subtle about it.

Gladio cursed, harsh and loud, looking away, curling his hands tighter in the bedding. Sweet Shiva Prompto was going to be the death of him. He drew in a deep breath, looked back up at Prompto for a moment, hopeful and confused and so turned on but he made no attempt to hide anything. Leather pants didn't make it nearly as obvious as the skirt did for Prom but he wasn't the only one eager.

"Fuckin cock tease." Muttered soft and accusatory. He bites his lip, eyes drawn to the reddening of Prompto's lips from the chewing, so much more appealing than the lipstick. "You can't just... push me away and then say shit like that."

Seriously Prompto that's a little bit cruel.

"Huh?"

First time for everything. He'd never been called a 'cock tease' before, that was for sure.

"I didn't mean to... I mean... You caught me off guard... I've never... I was just..." Even with women he was completely out of his element in this situation. Finally, he let out a frustrated sigh. "Damnit... I'm a complete fuck up, even with guys."

He deflated slightly. Story of his life right now.

It might be stupid to get his hopes up but seeing Prompto so flustered and uncertain and, maybe, saying that he hadn't necessarily meant the kiss to be a rejection had him hoping regardless. He'd thought he was pretty damn straight forward but Prompto was upset for some reason and it wasn't because a guy was into him.

"Hey, you're not a fuck up, Prom." Gladio reached for his wrist, tugging lightly, trying to coax his hands away from that skirt so he could soothe his thumb over the blond's knuckles. "You're just... I dunno. Maybe I'm confused. So I'm gonna just lay this out, kay?"

And too bad if that's not okay, Prompto, because he's going to put out there anyway. "You're my friend. That comes first and I don't want this to fuck any of that up. But you're cute as fuck and if you're okay with it I'd really like to kiss you. Well, more than kiss you but that's a starting point at least."

Crap. Crap crap crap. He stared at Gladio like a deer in headlights because he pulled his hands away and Prompto wasn't sure just how obvious his little problem was. He was afraid to check.

His mind had to do a U-turn to register what Gladio had been saying. It felt like the wheels in his mind were turning too fast for him to actually see the scenery. What was he supposed to do?!

Without thought, he leaned over and locked his lips on Gladio's as soon as the other man stopped flapping his. Eyes closed, mouth closed, maybe not perfectly straight, and he might have been quivering just a bit, but he pressed firmly and held steady. He wasn't the one here with a lot of experience to fall back on. It was all he could do to keep his heart from climbing out of his throat.

Okay that was not what he'd expected. But Prompto was so fucking tense, high strung and nearly vibrating with his anxiety. It was nice that he was trying to take the initiative, to accept Gladio's offer and all but at the same time... this was not exactly... how things were supposed to work.

Gladio took the hand he'd been stroking, lifted it to rest Prompto's hand on his shoulder for balance. He kept his movements slow and gentle, trying to ease Prompto's nerves, get him to relax into him, to enjoy it and not think so damned hard. Fingers skimmed up along the smooth column of his neck, large warm hand cupping his jaw and pressing a little more firmly into the kiss. Lips moved softly against Prompto's just a subtle shift, the tug of a wry smile against his mouth, a soft hum of satisfaction.

He didn't move away, didn't push for more, just did his best to ease some of that tension from the blond. If he kept thinking himself into a panic there'd be nothing enjoyable about this for him at all.

It became obvious quickly that Prompto didn't know exactly what to do. It was an amateur kiss that did little more than lock lips, with him not knowing where to put his hands or how to move his mouth. He could feel the warm aura of Gladio's body near his, as well as a little bit of stubble. The image of the cherry cake he'd had earlier flashed through his mind and he was just grateful he'd had that instead of garlic or something. A slight sweet and fruity taste still been lingered on his mouth. After a few seconds he steadied before finally pulling away.

"...S-See? I'm not trying to push you away." His gaze fell shyly slightly to the right. He wondered briefly if kissing a guy was anything like kissing a girl, but girls probably didn't usually have stubble. Clearing his throat, he did the worst impression of a casual conversation ever, "Now what?"

"Okay. Not pushing, got it." It was ever so slightly teasing, gentle and amused. Before Prompto got too far away Gladio leaned up, stole one more kiss, light and chaste. Then he sat back, let the hand on Prompto's cheek trail away, casual touches, town over his shoulder, over his chest, sliding around to hold his waist and nudge him forward.

His other hand lifted to settle low on Prompto's belly, fingers teasing along the seam of the fitted body of the dress and the flared skirt. It was more subtle than Gladio usually was but he felt like if he called Prompto on his bull shit he'd just panic and run away. Running away was the last thing he wanted right now.

"'s up to you-" A brief hesitation. Prompto would die if he called him babe right now, already. "Prom."

He flinched, only in surprise, when Gladio stole a kiss. This was going to take some serious getting used to. Especially when he felt hands roaming over his body. Most of his life he went untouched by anyone. Eventually, Noct was around, but he still didn't have a ton of physical contact with people. It sent a chill through his skin. Lack of contact had left him extra sensitive to touch.

With a quiet, amused, and slightly nervous snort, he continued in the line of joking, "You sure you want to leave it up to me? What if I ask you to suck my dick?"

There was probably nothing Prompto could've said that would've gotten Gladio to hesitate. Especially not when he was so anxious about something as simple as kissing. Even so he doesn't quite think he'd be ballsy enough to say that.

He grins, all teeth and excitement, ducks his head to nip at the fabric over Prompto's belly and tug it away from him, a playful growl. "Yeah?" Eager and hopeful and his hands drop to the smooth pale strip of skin over the top of his stockings, fingers gripping hard for a moment. His thumbs drift in and up, tracing over his inner thighs. He contemplates it for a moment, wonders if it's going to be too much, if Prompto's going to freak out over it.

Then he decides to stop fucking babying him.

Hands still on his thighs to steady himself a little and nudge Prompto back a half step Gladio grins up at him... and slides off the edge of the bed onto his knees.

For some reason, even now, he expected Gladio to reject him at some point. It was just how things always went for him. His stomach twitched when teeth suddenly came in close. With how tight the outfit was, he could easily feel Gladio graze him. Bare hands touching his thighs were lighting a fire in him. It was really all he could do to keep his wits about him - and if he was even doing that much was debatable at best.

He swallowed hard, wide-eyed as Gladio slid down. He was seconds away from being exposed.

And from potentially getting some? He was both scared and excited, an overenthusiastic horny boy looking at his first time. Would he cum prematurely? Would Gladio be satisfied? Was he really going to like Prompto's body? Terrifying thoughts were whirling through his mind, and to some extent made him want to run and hide so he could avoid being a disappointment.

His lower half, on the other hand, was burning up. Quivering slightly - from anticipation, fear and from being painfully hard - he covered his mouth with his hands and watched Gladio go down anxiously. His body was already starting to sweat from overheating itself. Damnit, he probably was going to get all wet too fast.

Gladio settled on his knees, fingers stroking lightly under the hem of the dress. He wanted to give Prompto a moment, let him have his freak out and back out if he was going to. So when he didn't immediately run Gladio took it for the encouragement it was.

He'd rather take his time, kissing and touching, getting Prompto to relax into him. That was asking for a bit much, though, and he knew it. So if the blond was more comfortable being a little bossy and keeping things less muddled, less affectionate and more straight forward Gladio could work with that.

The skirt was hot but also in the way. One hand slid up from Prompto's thigh, pushing layers of frills up, settling his hand heavy on Prom's belly, holding the skirt out of the way. Fingers gripped his thigh hard, amber eyes flicking up to meet blue for a moment before being drawn back down. Seeing Prompto like this, hard and eager, straining against satin and lace, was enough to make Gladio groan.

Then, without the slightest bit of hesitation, he leaned in, not actually removing those panties yet, just mouthing softly at Prompto through the material, letting the silk dampen with his saliva and cling to Prompto's length. Kisses and soft pressure and the slightest bit of suction when he finally managed to get his mouth around the head despite the restriction of the panties. And all the while he was making quiet, pleased little rumbles.

His knees buckled. All at once his anticipation was met with a hot, moist mouth. He could readily feel the heat through the fabric, and even the small amount of pressure was a shock to his system. He'd masturbated before, sure. Plenty. But that was entirely different than being touched by someone else. He sucked in a breath sharply and, before he could drop to the ground, his hands dug into Gladio's shoulders. Tossing his head back, he whined and gasped.

This was going to be a problem. He'd never leveled up his stamina and, as much as he was trying to hold back, he knew it wasn't going to take that long. Already he was leaning against Gladio because his legs had turned to jelly. In a desperate bid to preserve his manliness, he struggled to shift his feet back under himself and hold his own weight up.

He was really wishing he had been sitting down when this all started. That heat was going to kill him, and having his cock all stuffed inside of his clothing was too much. Gladio wasn't going to get to enjoy those panties too much, because in his overwhelmed state, Prompto suddenly let go of him just long enough to tug them down his legs - enough that his cock was freed. Cool air instantly hit him and gave him some modicum of relief. Not that he'd have it for very long.

It was clear that his obsessive hair grooming hadn't quite reached below the waist, because there was a small forest of untamed hair. Just one of the many things he didn't really know what to do with. Otherwise he was fairly average sized, with a small bit of pre-cum clinging to his tip. The rest had been wiped by the fabric of his now fairly wet panties.

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