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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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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.

Gladio smiled against him, lips curving as he sucked. Feeling his thigh trembling beneath his fingers, the hands gripping his shoulders. It was exciting, thrilling to see how quickly he could take Prompto apart. He had to duck back as Prom scrambled to pull those cute panties down around his thighs.

He looked up at Prompto, mischief in those amber eyes. "Bossy, bossy~" A teasing murmur before he leaned in again, wrapping his lips around the blond, swiftly taking him in deep as he could. His hands both moved down to squeeze Prompto's ass, pulling him in closer, pushing himself until he could feel the press of his cock in the back of his throat, almost enough to choke him but not quite.

Moving his hands let the skirt fall, however, layers of lace and petticoats fluttering down around his face. It was awkward, the lower layers getting in the way, sticking to his lips, but there was something so fucking hot about the dress, pretty and girly and sweet getting mussed by this. It only made Gladio groan around him, drawing back, sliding down, slurping and sloppy. Not that he couldn't use more finesse but he could almost guarantee that being messy about it, loud and intentionally lewd, would only make Prompto more flustered.

The cool air that was the only thing keeping him sane quickly disappeared. He choked on his breath. Gladio's mouth was so damn hot and wet, unlike anything he'd ever had on his dick before. He couldn't help but tilt forward, pressing himself into Gladio even as Gladio was pulling on his ass, leaning over him and barely staying up.

Gladio greatly underestimated how much it was going to effect Prompto. His throbbing cock was going into overdrive.

"Gladio, I'm..." he barely managed to strangled the words out of his mouth before it was already too late. He came, all strength seeming to be sapped from his body, euphoria and shame overcoming him all at once. He didn't have to be experienced to know that that was too damn fast. It had just been too hot and wet around him, coupled with the fact that Gladio was moving his mouth on him and he couldn't take it.

As the last drops eked out he slumped over, panting. He knew he messed up anyway so there was no point in fighting it. He'd just have to take whatever ridicule came his way for it. He could already hear the jokes, and just hoped that word didn't 'get around'.

Prompto doesn't need to say more. Hearing his name like that is all the warning Gladio needs. He's experienced enough with this to know better than to expect more. He sinks down, sucking firmly for those last seconds before Prompto nearly collapses. Gladio hums softly as Prompto spills into his mouth, happily milking him of every last drop and swallowing it down.

With Prompto nearly falling over his shoulders it's a little awkward fighting his way free of the layers of lace. He laughs, a low rolling chuckle as he bats at Prompto's skirt. Then an arm is wrapping around Prompto's waist, helping urge him up onto the bed so he can sprawl out. There are no jokes, no ridicule, just Gladio crawling up beside him, grinning and pleased. Gladio is content waiting for Prompto to catch his breath, fingers petting over the forming bruises on his thighs, helping pull the ruined panties off of him. He even leans down to kiss one perfect, pale thigh, nipping lightly at the inside, drawing back contemplative.

"Can I leave a mark?" One fingertip traces up to where he'd just kissed, hopeful and eager.

Despite the awkward positions, the size difference and, in particular, Prompto's rather small stature, made it easy for him to be moved around by Gladio. He didn't put up any resistance, lost in his mind and his worries, even as he slowly came down from his high.

He readily collapsed back on the bed the second he was close enough, eyes on the ceiling, chest heaving up and down. So little time and he was already so tired. A bright red flush spread across his face when he finally shifted his pleading gaze towards Gladio.

Gladio still wanted him? It was hard to believe when, no doubt, he could find someone who would last a little longer than him. Still, the fingers stroking his thigh was comforting. Though his thighs were well-toned from running, the skin was soft with nothing but a layer of peach fuzz up until it got to the coarse hair around his crotch. He didn't even realize it had been rough enough to leave a bruise, distracted as he was by Gladio's mouth.

He was too absorbed by the idea that Gladio was still interested to care what he was asking for. "Yeah, sure?"

His saliva covered cock had slowly shrunken down and it was a big, wet mess there. Without much thought he moved his legs to slip them out of the holes of the panties. They were too wet, anyway, not comfortable to wear. That left that entire section of his body even more exposed than it was before. Thighs and groin, all bare, though he thought things were already pretty much over anyway.

Rubbing his lips together, and completely forgetting he had lipstick on, he leaned slightly towards Gladio and asked hesitantly, "...You're not going to tell anyone, are you?"

He really didn't want to be known as the one minute man, this was super important to him.

Permission granted and Gladio flashes him a grin before ducking down, another soft kiss to his thigh and then Gladio's pressing his mouth to the tender skin of Prompto's inner thigh. Sucking at the skin, drawing blood to the surface quick enough to make him ache, letting his teeth dig in slightly but not actively biting down. There's something satisfying about it, knowing that this mark will remain for days, maybe even a week with how pale Prompto is. Every step he takes, every move, every stretch, that ache will remain and remind him of Gladio.

It doesn't do anything to help the tightness of his pants or how much he wants to just wrap himself around Prompto and kiss him until he can't see straight. Maybe even press himself against this pretty bruise, grind against him until-

But then Prompto is speaking and he releases the flesh of his thigh to blink up at him, confused for a moment.

Oh. oh...

Right.

Of course... Prompto wasn't really into guys, he'd just... Fuck, maybe Gladio had pushed too hard, been a little too desperate once he'd seen the blond in this ridiculously adorable get up and he should've just controlled his libido and then maybe Prompto wouldn't have to be sitting here wondering if Gladio was going to ruin his reputation with the ladies. His expression falls, he's too open and honest to be able to hide that much but he counters it quickly, putting on his most civil and professional face.

"Of course not." He'll keep Prompto's secret not because he particularly thinks anyone would care but mostly because he doesn't want to admit how badly that hurts. They were friends, right? He'd never really expected Prompto to just -Gods he felt guilty thinking it even- just use him and then be done with it.

He's just... going to go to the bathroom now and drown his shame in a cold shower. Ow.

It was a great relief to hear. With how much teasing Gladio usually did, and how low Prompto's self-confidence could actually be, the last thing he needed in his life was Gladio using something like that against him at some point. It would be like being pantsed in front of everyone.

With that out of the way he could almost relax even though Gladio was seemingly trying to eat his thigh. It was so damn close to his dick that he found himself wriggling, carefully keeping his other leg out of Gladio's way. Contrary to looks, he could take a decent amount of damage, and some sucking and nibbling wouldn't be too painful for him.

But then there was something in Gladio's expression that was off. He caught it, just barely. Had he said something wrong...? He didn't think he had, but he didn't really know what he was doing.

"...What's wrong?" he asked, a bit worried, lifting himself on his elbows to look down at him.

Which was really weird when Gladio's head was between his legs and everything was on display. The view quickly reminded him why he was so embarrassed, especially when he could see now that there was a red spot on his thigh.

The mark on his thigh was dark enough that the red was beginning to purple, deep and raised and so pretty that Gladio had a brief, irrational flash of anger at him for it. The question almost made that carefully neutral expression slip and Gladio had to look away, shaking his head as he sat up. He shifted to the edge of the bed again, back to Prompto, hands gripping the comforter.

"Forget it, Prom." Just stupidly getting his hopes up that maybe this would be something at least a little more than 'thanks for the blowie, lets pretend it never happened'. He sighs, shoves a hand back through his hair, hates the fact that he can still taste Prompto on his tongue and finally pushes to his feet.

"I uh-" And he refuses to even look at Prompto. "Guess I'm just... gonna... shower." Yeah. Right. It's all good.

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