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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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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.

He sat up as he tried to figure out exactly what he did or said, grabbing the edge of the dress to pull it down over his parts. If they were going to talk, it'd be a bit easier without his cock hanging out. He didn't quite have confidence to do something like that.

He was hesitant to talk when this was such unfamiliar territory, but he couldn't leave it be. He just wasn't sure which part of his crappy performance had caused it. Gladio had at first still seemed interested, for some reason. Then he wasn't.

"I fucked up somehow, didn't I?" he asked, pretty ready to take the blame and slightly more demanding. If he fucked up, he'd rather be called a fuck-up than avoid looking at each other for weeks. He rubbed his thigh as it throbbed slightly under the skirt. He didn't bother trying to keep a neutral expression. He was upset and really hoping this could be resolved somehow.

"What?" Gladio finally looked up at Prompto again, confused as to why the blond would be upset. He stands there awkwardly at the foot of the bed, uncertain if he should just leave or deal with this now or do exactly what Prompto had said (or at least implied) he wanted and just... pretend nothing ever happened.

But, as much as the dismissal hurt, he couldn't just leave Prompto sitting there looking upset. Gods damn his bleeding heart.

He didn't sit on the bed with him again, leaning against the little table on the wall beside the bed instead. Not quite ready to be that close to him again, though with the position he was in it would only be more obvious that his body hadn't gotten the message that they were done yet.

"Look it's fine. It's not like I asked beforehand or anything." A shrug, aiming for casual, doing his best for at least coming across as okay. "We just, pretend nothing happened. No harm, no foul." No damage to his reputation as a thirsty ladies man.

"This is it, then?"

He knew it. Gladio didn't want to have anything to do with him anymore. Maybe he'd been trying to salvage the situation after Prompto came and gave up? Worse, looking directly at Gladio, it was obvious as hell that the shield hadn't finished. He'd been too caught up in his fears to think about Gladio, who he figured knew what he was doing, but he didn't want to be the guy who couldn't even satisfy his partner.

He threw his hands over his face and fell backwards on the bed as if from the impact. "Crap, I suck." It was turning out more and more lucky that Gladio agreed he wouldn't tell anyone about this. That would not have been a good story for Prompto. He came prematurely and then his 'date' lost interest and took a cold shower rather than finish things.

"I can at least... try and do something for you..." He offered, severely doubting his ability to be any good. Would Gladio even want to bother with him?

"What the hell, Prompto?" He can't help it, he snaps. Hurt and a little upset and Prompto's flopping around like he's the one that just got shot the fuck down.

"You can't just blow someone off the minute you get off and then expect-" Gladio grumbles, shifting back to actually sit on the desk. Hopefully it holds his weight.

"Fuck, I don't even know what you want." He shakes his head, hands curled into fists on his thighs and he might just- "Not gonna tell anyone but I'm not gonna be your dirty little secret either." Which is unfair and mean and he knows it but it fucking hurts and if Prompto's going to act all upset by his own fucking actions then he'd let him hurt.

But it's not fair and he knows exactly what he's doing and he shouldn't so he shoves himself off the desk and turns, storming off toward the bathroom to stop himself from saying anything else.

He furrowed his brows, confused. Wait, what exactly were they arguing about?

"What...? I wasn't trying to..." He was still all kinds of messed up - and not entirely because of just this one situation - but he couldn't let this be. He dragged his ass up and pushed himself to his feet, trotting over to grab Gladio before he could disappear in the bathroom. He didn't quite have his words formed yet when he did it, so there was a brief pause between him grabbing Gladio to stop him and actually speaking, instead looking up at him quietly in confusion.

"Why do you think I was blowing you off?" Some of his energy was there, fidgeting again, almost bouncing on his feet as a spike of adrenaline rushed through him. He didn't like confrontation, and the tension had his blood pumping. "I didn't... I didn't mean it about you. You just, wouldn't get it." Biting his lip, he glanced down and searched for something to look at.

"I don't care if people know I was with you." It wasn't entirely true, he didn't know how to confess something like this to Noct or Iggy, but he hadn't even had time to comes to terms with anything yet. "I just don't... I..." He sucked in a frustrated breath. "No one looks at you and assumes you're bad in bed. If people find out I'm a crappy lay, that's all they'll know about me. 'Look, there's the guy who can't last for thirty seconds'."

He finally let out an exhausted, tense sigh. Truthfully, he was jealous of Gladio. Always had been, and it had always been pretty obvious. Comparing performances just exasperated it, and the idea that Gladio might have let it out in one of his many teasing sessions had terrified him. He just couldn't compare in any way. Most guys didn't want to be known as a bad lay, and for him the thought was extra distressing.

Talking to Iggy or Noct is very different than wanting to hide the fact that he'd been with a guy. There's going to be consequences to this but that would be something to address later. He opened his mouth to respond, snapped it shut, let Prompto finish talking and just....

"You thought I was going to tell people you're bad in bed?" It's so hard for him to understand what happened here but once he has that bit of information it's a little easier to figure out what the hell he meant and why he was confused. Gladio sighed, scrubbed his hands over his face and finally looked at Prompto.

"Why? just cause... Dude it was more than 30 seconds and if you've never..." He kinda tilted his head, a question but not an assumption. "It's fine. You're fine. And it was still fucking hot."

'Hot' just wasn't a way that Prompto thought about himself in his head. Nor something he heard. He made a soft noise starting a response and instantly cut himself off, looking back up. A deep breath.

"...You really think so?" He cleared his throat, eyes dropping to Gladio's crotch for just a second before awkwardly looking away and burying his hand in his hair. "I mean, you're still..."

Very, very bulging. Not wanting to outright say it, he let his hand dropped and gestured towards his pants.

"Yeah." Insistent but not entirely sure he should be. Of course it was hot, everything about Prompto was hot.

Okay maybe not this whole foot-in-mouth tendency but y'know no one's perfect.

And that gesture had Gladio blushing a little, trying to shrug it off. "I- Well... yeah. Like I said, fucking hot." He wasn't sure if that was meant to be a question? An offer? Something else entirely?

If he expected Prompto to know any better than he did, he was going to be disappointed. He was completely winging it by the second, no plan, and no idea what he should do. He was just trying to let it sink in that Gladio had liked it. He'd been so convinced otherwise.

Besides, his flirting game was a little bit lacking. There was a reason why he never got a date.

"You, umm... You want to take a hot shower instead?" That was good, right? He thought it sounded okay. It was at least coherent.

"Prom..." Gladio lets himself step closer, not quite enough to touch the blond but close enough to feel the heat of him.

"Okay, one, I've ruined you enough. If I let you follow me into the shower Iris will murder me." A gentle reminder of why they're here and why Prompto was in this silly dress to begin with.

"And I- feel like I've pushed enough. If you don't want to do anything else that's fine. It won't be the first time I've had to handle things on my own." If he even bothered. Honestly, with all the emotional whiplash he probably wouldn't. Just shower and calm down and let his body get over itself. He just wasn't in the headspace for it.

He felt strangely disappointed. In a way that he wouldn't have expected. He was still trying to figure out exactly what he was into, but he knew that right now he was kind of curious, even if he was a little intimidated.

"What if I want to...?" he asked hesitantly.

Gladio was probably right about the shower. Still, he glanced down, lifting up the skirt. "I should at least wash this off."

"You really want to?" This still seemed like a bad idea, after the rest of this mess but he wasn't about to turn Prompto down, not if he really wanted something more out of this. Especially when he has to acknowledge how much it hurt that Prompto might not have. It was something he wasn't sure he wanted to examine too deeply. Maybe there was something more to it than just Prompto being cute.

"Can I at least have a kiss, then?" Showers could happen later, or whatever other sexual thing Prompto was brave enough for. He'd barely gotten one kiss before he had been on his knees and he wanted something more intimate than just a quick blowjob... when had he gotten it this bad for one of his friends? Shit.

"Oh," there was some momentary surprise there, like he hadn't considered that asking for something more meant getting physical, or it somehow hadn't quite registered in his mind yet. Winging it meant that he was sometimes speaking faster than he was thinking. But, after a second, he figured that yeah, he could do that. What was the worst that could happen? They already done... a bit more. Kissing should be no problem. When he continued his response, it was thoughtful but positive, "Yeah, I could do that."

He stepped forward to close the small gap between them and... damnit Gladio, why so tall? Prompto's eyes were literally upper chest level on him. He automatically raised himself up on his toes to try and reach, but that was several inches of difference there.

"Uh... You'll have to come down a bit if you want that."

There's a moment there where Gladio is sure Prompto's going to bow out and he's all set to just huff off to the bathroom and tell him to forget it. It's a pleasant surprise when he does the opposite.

He chuckles, a soft rumble in his chest as he does as requested. One hand comes up to cup Prompto's cheek, thumb tracing lightly along his lower lip.

"Y'know... you really are beautiful." Which maybe isn't the most manly compliment Prompto's ever gotten but it's there and it's earnest and then Gladio is ducking down the rest of the way to catch his lips, soft for a moment before he's sucking softly at Prompto's lower lip.

Okay, he already agreed to this. It was set in his mind, no problem. But then Gladio's hand touched his cheek and he called him pretty, and it was just so foreign. The closest he got was the questionably friendly touches with Noct, and that always had a layer of humor added with it. It was hard for it to sink in because he didn't see it in himself. How could someone think he was pretty?

But he didn't run. Placing his hands on Gladio's shoulders, he held himself up on his toes to meet him partway, closing his eyes as their lips came in contact. Gladio was really warm, and the rough stubble was something he'd never imagined feeling while kissing, but his lips were a lot softer than he thought they would be. His fingers gripped harder as he committed to the kiss and pulled himself closer, a soft gasp escaping when Gladio started playing with his bottom lip. Uncertain, nervous and eager, he explored cautiously, starting with doing little more but pressing against his lips harder.

Prompto presses into the kiss and Gladio melts against him, wrapping both arms around the blond, holding him close. This was all he'd wanted. Sure the sexual side of things was nice but this? Being able to hold Prompto in his arms and have him kiss him like he meant it, sweet and uncertain but where he wanted to be. This was what really meant something to him.

He pinned Prompto against his chest, lifting him off his feet long enough to take the last couple of steps to the bathroom door. Fingers stroked over his cheek, back into his hair, coaxing his head back. Against the door Gladio could brace one arm and lean down more comfortably so that Prompto didn't have to be on tiptoe. He kissed him firmly, let his tongue dart out to catch little tastes of Prompto's mouth when he gasped but not pushing for full possession of his mouth just yet.

For a brief moment his feet were in the air and, although he trusted Gladio, he instinctively clung to his shoulders to hold himself up. When he felt a flash of Gladio's tongue he took in a short breath from his nose. Of course he'd heard of tongue kissing. It wasn't like he was that naïve. He'd just never done it. Or any kissing, really. So he didn't want to dive into it an flop around like a wet noodle.

Gladio, on the other hand, he was sure knew what he was doing. A second after he felt the tip of Gladio's tongue, he parted his lips slightly. He wasn't sure about it, but he could try. Once it was behind him he naturally leaned up against the door for support - honestly, he wasn't even positive if he was against a door or a wall. He just hoped it would hold. His hand slid over to bury itself in hair at the base of Gladio's neck. Now that he was committed to trying this, now that he had some confidence this wasn't going to come back and bite him in the ass, hopefully, he really wanted to give in to some curiosity. And being manhandled wasn't turning out to be so bad.

Prompto's fingers weave into his hair and Gladio practically purrs against him, arching slightly, tugging against the hold on his hair. And then Prompto parts his lips and Gladio tosses caution out the window. He presses against the blond, tongue delving into his mouth, sliding against him, seeking out his taste. He kisses him deep and thorough, taking his time to explore every inch of his mouth.

The hand in Prompto's hair tightened briefly, tugging lightly on blond strands, a mimic of the very thing Gladio liked just to see how Prom reacted. Then his hand was drifting down, stroking down the line of his throat, teasing over his collarbone, exploring all the small places that might make him gasp.

No one had ever been inside of his mouth. It was strange, feeling someone else' tongue probe him. There was the slightest hint of a salty taste, almost a little oddly metallic... Wait, was he tasting himself on Gladio? He always thought he'd be grossed out, and he was flustered, but it was just sort of there and wasn't really doing anything bad to him. His tongue was as timid as he was, hiding away like he was afraid to interact.

He first thought the tug on his hair was an accident, not minding it much. Something little like that wouldn't hurt him. Hands started exploring, and to no one's surprise he broke the kiss first because he needed to breathe. He gasped for air as if he'd been holding his breath since they started.

"Can we sit down?" he asked in a jittery tone. It was edging on overwhelming and he thought maybe he needed something more stable under him.

When he needed to pull away Gladio let him without hesitation, lips skating down along his jaw, pressing a smile into his skin. The question, the way his voice wavered, how breathless he was from the kiss. It was all somewhat unexpected, he'd expected Prompto to be more eager somehow. Nervous, sure, but so busy rushing into things he'd be tripping over himself.

Which was maybe how Gladio had ended up on his knees before he'd gotten a proper kiss but to have Prompto this nervous was a little surprising. "Yeah..." His hands dip down, one hooking behind the blond's thigh, the other cupping his ass. "I'd usually just do this but... Mind if I carry you?" And he's perfectly positioned to pick Prompto up, urge his legs around his waist and carry him to the bed...

If he gets an affirmative. He doesn't want to overload him again.

Carry? Well, he'd never quite imagined that happening to him, but it actually sounded kind of fun. If Gladio got unlucky enough he might be expected to provide rides all the time after this.

"Yeah, sure," he gave a small nod. "So I just..."

He glanced over Gladio before wrapping his arms around his shoulders, figuring that's probably what he should do if he's going to be picked up. It wasn't as if he was hard to lift, skinny beanpole that he was, and he readily wrapped his legs around him to hold on. His thighs rubbed over the well-defined muscles, and his mind balanced between being jealous and wondering if he was into them. He'd always thought Gladio was an attractive man, after all. It had just always been that he thought he wanted to be Gladio, not that he thought he wanted Gladio.

His gaze dipped down to curiously appreciate Gladio's body in a way he hadn't before. Which brought to mind something even more - it was the first time he could really explore someone else' body. One hand slowly unwrapped from around his neck and slid down his chest, running over it with an open palm.

"I, umm..." How did one put this? It wasn't exactly a subject he talked about so plainly often. Or ever. It was a little scandalous even for him. "I think I tasted me..."

Flushing, he hoped he wouldn't have to elaborate. It was a very strange thing to say. And experience.

Gladio hooked his forearms under Prompto's thighs as he lifted, both hands cupping his ass. It was so tempting to give a playful squeeze but he didn't want to make the blond squirm and risk unseating himself so he kept his hands in check. Prompto it seemed wasn't so eager to keep his own hands to himself and that little bit of boldness made Gladio rumble a pleased little hum.

The question makes him grin though, wide and rakish as he lets one arm slide up under the dress to splay over Prompto's back. "Mmm. Probably." His knee shifts onto the edge of the bed and then he's moving them, bending down to lay Prompto out on the bed with Gladio on his knees above him, one arm moving up beside his head to support himself.

"That a problem?" Soft and curious even as he tries to dip back down for another kiss, light and chaste, nothing that will interrupt him answering.

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