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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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"That's not weird?"

He honestly didn't know, inexperience coming through. Sinking onto the mattress felt good. A lot less like he could lose strength and slide to the ground mid-kissing. He was more relaxed when Gladio came down to kiss him this time, lightly pecking back.

But he couldn't quite do what he wanted from this position. His eyes continued to wander down Gladio's body, and hands searched for a good angle. He could touch, but he wouldn't be able to see what he was doing very well. So, placing a hand on one of Gladio's shoulders, he pushed to knock the other man over and roll on top of him on the bed.

"For some people." It didn't bother Gladio any, he thought it was pretty hot, really. Relaxed and accepting kisses and yeah, this. This is exactly what he'd wanted from the start.

There's a fleeting moment where he considers resisting that push against his shoulder, it wouldn't be hard, at all. In this position Prompto would have to fight dirty to overpower him. But he just smirks, lets himself fall back on the bed and when Prompto moves over him Gladio's hands immediately fall to his hips. His breath rushes out of him and for a moment he's just staring up at this beautiful creature above him, breathless and surprised and a soft groan catches in his throat at the thought of where things could go from here.

Gods he'd never suggest it, not with how skittish Prompto is already but it would be so easy and there might be the slightest shift of his hips, pressing lightly up against his ass to demonstrate exactly where his brain is going.

Prompto climbed up onto his hands and knees and straddled Gladio. For a second, he looked down at him, face to face, and the shield just looked happy. There was still red staining Prompto's face, but after they'd gone this far he was starting to feel more like he could do stuff without it backfiring on him. Gladio gently rocked into him and he swallowed the slightest bit.

This wasn't the way he wanted to face, though. Crawling over Gladio, he turned himself around to sit on his chest facing away from him. He didn't really take into account that he was in a skirt and currently underwear-less, so he flashed the other man as he scrambled around. His penis had already been on show but he hadn't gotten to see Gladio's yet. Sure, there had been times changing when he might've gotten the briefest glance, but nothing serious.

He started working on undoing his overly tight pants to pull them down, which was a little awkward to do upside-down so his hands wrestled with them non-too-gently. All the while the bare part of his lower half was using Gladio as a seat. He hadn't fully recovered yet, but he was young and the adrenaline was pumping again, making his spent cock throb.

Gladio blinked, surprised and a little confused about what exactly Prompto was doing. Once he got turned around and settled though Gladio leaned up, nipping at Prompto's ass lightly before flopping back down and lifting his hips to make it easier for Prom to wriggle him out of his pants.

"Y'know you could've just asked." Teasing and playful and he reaches up to smooth his hands up under the dress, warm and firm over Prompto's ass and thighs.

He shifts a little, kisses under the edge of that skirt skims his lips across one cheek then the other. "Prom... you're a godsdamn tease." But he's laughing and clearly not upset by this information at all. "You stay here much longer and I'm going to put my mouth on you, maybe in ways you won't like."

Because he's pretty sure if he heaved Prompto back by his hips and started tonguing his ass the blond would freak out.

Flinching, Prompto jumped slightly when teeth grazed his rear. Feeling hands roaming down there was getting him excited again.

He laughed. "Didn't you already do that?" It didn't sound like it'd be a big deal if Gladio sucked on him again. "Don't, like... bite too hard or something, okay? I need my butt for sitting."

He gracelessly shoved the pants down, exposing Gladio and...

"...Damn."

Jealousy rushed through him again. His was all right. Pretty average-ish, he thought. But Gladio was huge. Why did he get all the goods? His hands ran over the skin around his crotch, coming down to his thighs on either side. Well, he knew plenty about what to do as far as masturbation went, but he'd never sucked on anyone before.

Rubbing his lips together hesitantly, he wrapped his hands around Gladio's cock and began testing the waters. He couldn't believe he needed both hands for this. He squeezed lightly with the bottom hand and stroked the top half slowly, his thumb pressing into the thick shaft and rubbing in small circles.

Prompto had nothing to be ashamed of, he was perfectly average. Gladio was just a godsdamned behemoth. He was a big guy in every sense of the word, tall and broad and proportionately that meant he was very well endowed. He'd have to tell Prompto some of the more embarrassing stories of his life later to make him feel better. It was not always a good thing and he'd scared off more than one potential partner because of it.

Honestly he was a little worried that was exactly what was going to happen here so when Prompto's hands moved over him, curled around him so readily he arched beneath the other man. "Fuck, Prom..." Gasped out and embarrassingly needy already.

His hands drifted, gripping Prompto's thighs, his hips, his ass. Finally tugging him back a little so Gladio could part his knees a little more, ducking his head and finding another patch of thigh to work over with his teeth.

He wriggled above Gladio, doing his best to stay still and at the very least managing to keep himself mostly in place.

"Gladio..." he spoke a little shakily, "I'm not sure I'll be able to stay up very good if you do that."

He could only stay still so well when he was being nibbled between the legs. He wasn't sure he could trust himself not to suddenly lose control. Warning given, he turned back to what he was doing. No way could he fit all of that in his mouth, especially as inexperienced as he was, but he could try his best. Pulling Gladio's cock towards him, he tentatively wrapped his lips around the head, seeing what it tasted like.

"Then lay on me." It wasn't like it would bother him any and it would only give him more milky skin to abuse. He expected Prompto to toy with him more, to stroke and feel and learn what it was like to have someone else in his hands. That was as far as he expected any of this to go.

Briefly he entertained the idea that he could probably cum all over Prompto's face like this... but then Iris would really kill him for ruining all that lovely makeup.

Suddenly having Prompto's lips around him, the wet heat of his mouth so sweet when it had been so very long, had Gladio bucking under him, a surprised cry escaping him, his head slamming back against the bed as he arched. His fingers scrabbled at Prompto's side, one gripping hard at his hip, the other dragging rough nails down his thigh before finding purchase.

"Shiva! Fucking shit, Prom!"

Was that really ok? He worried about smashing Gladio's nose in with his crotch, but he slowly lowered himself, part his legs and gently resting atop Gladio.

He pulled back his mouth suddenly when Gladio thrust forward, not quite ready for that. But he laughed. It was hard to believe he could really effect Gladio that much.

"Geez, Gladio. You don't have to overact for me." He didn't sound upset, just kind of amused. He gave himself a minute to catch his breath before trying again, dipping his head down on Gladio and holding him more firmly this time in case he bucked again. It hadn't been so bad. He wasn't sure what he expected it to taste like, but it wasn't all that much different from normal skin. He gently sucked, seeing what kind of reaction that would garner before going harder.

He wasn't going to do anything of the sort. Prompto was lucky if he weighed a third what Gladio did, he'd be just fine. Except that it would be impossible to keep his mouth off him like this.

The comment though, had one of Gladio's hands darting down, trying to catch at Prompto's hair. It was awkward but with him leaning back to catch his breath he just managed it, giving a sharp little tug, a scold. "Not in the habit of lying outside the bedroom, like fuck I do it here." He wasn't overacting or exaggerating anything.

Which was, perhaps, more obvious when Prompto took him back into his mouth, sucked that little bit, and Gladio moaned, long and low and Prompto would feel it vibrating up from his chest. He turned to occupy his mouth with something other than gasping out nonsensical praise, lips and teeth skimming over the curve of Prompto's ass, nipping and sucking a line of light marks on the pale skin. Over and then, daring to let his kisses follow the swell of muscle and the dip down from one side to the other. Not enough to scare him, hopefully, not quite putting his mouth over his entrance but letting his breath ghost hot over him before he moved onto the other side.

Hard to believe as it was, he was starting to wonder if maybe he was better than he thought at it. He'd never done it before so he assumed he'd suck at sucking. Maybe he could do this. Emboldened, he buried his face in Gladio's crotch, taking in as much of his cock as he could in one dip without choking himself. It was thick, filling up his mouth quickly while his hand worked the base.

Gladio was making it as difficult as possible for Prompto to eat him up. While Prompto pumped the bottom of his cock with one hand and messily trying to gulp him down, he was continuously interrupted by a mouth wandering around his ass. He whined and whimpered, flinching in response when Gladio got too close to a sensitive spot, and had to repeatedly delay his suckling lest he accidentally bite. His body quivered, almost fatigued from anticipation, and it was taking all of his willpower to keep going without giving up. Much more and he wasn't sure he'd even be able to concentrate on a blowjob anymore.

Just because he hadn't done something before hardly meant that he was going to be any good at it. Sure there was a level of finesse that Prompto lacked but he was still doing just fine. Especially with all those sweet little sounds he was making.

"Gods, Prom..." Gasped against his skin, fingers digging harder into his thigh. Gladio did his best not to move too much, not to choke him again and the restraint showed in the way he clutched at the blond, the strain in his voice. "Fuckin' sound so pretty." Soft praise rumbled into the swell of his ass, followed by teeth, light at first, then harder.

Both hands moved up to grip his hips, tugging him back a little, pulling himself a little, throwing caution to the wind as he dragged his tongue in one slow, firm swipe over the blond's entrance, hands gripping tight, anticipating his response.

That did it. Hand gripping hard on Gladio's cock in a desperate bid to pretend that he wasn't going to give up, he pulled his mouth off completely and buried his face in Gladio's crotch as he whimpered. No matter how he tried to hold back the sounds, stifled whines escaped. Being completely untouched there, he wasn't prepared for feel a warm, wet tongue sliding over his tight rim.

Everything in his mind told him it was taboo and dirty, but his nerves screamed in response. His other hand grabbed Gladio's hip and fingers dug into it. There was no way he could continue his blowjob. The entirety of his body quivered, and he wondered if he should try to pull away but his overexcited body stayed paralyzed in place, letting Gladio do as he pleased to him.

"Damnit..." he whispered hotly, slightly frustrated as he couldn't stay in control.

Feeling Prompto's attempts to stifle the effect Gladio was having on him was just as much of a rush as it was to have sweet Prompto's mouth on him. Which was partially why he wasn't overly bothered when Prom finally gave up, pressing his face into his hip and Gladio took that surrender as permission to continue.

This time it wasn't a quick experimental lick, no this time he pressed in, dragging the flat of his tongue over tight muscle, up until he could flicker the tip of his tongue against his rim.

But there was a curse in there somewhere and, while it took a moment too long for his brain to process it, Gladio drew back just a little when it finally registered.

"Prom? You okay?" Breathless but cautious. He wanted to overwhelm the blond with sensation, not completely weird him out and that curse was hard to decipher which way he was leaning. "Tell me if you don't like something, yeah?"

Kissing had been a distant dream for him, much less anything like this. He'd never thought about someone touching him there before because it wasn't something big strong manly men were supposed to think about - not to mention he wouldn't have thought of shoving his butt on Cindy's face. It was a strange, foreign sensation that left his body tense. He had to remember to breathe, letting out a heavy gasp when Gladio suddenly pulled away.

He'd barely thought about his own words, wondering more if Gladio was asking because he couldn't seem to quite choke back the sounds he was making.

"'m fine," he sputtered out breathlessly and quickly. He wasn't quite ready to announce that he liked something like this. It was a little too embarrassing for that. He had to make up some sort of other excuse for why he was practically debilitated. "Your beard just tickles."

Doing his absolute best to regain his composure and put on some sort of front that he was feeling totally normal, he completely gave up on Gladio's cock altogether and pushed himself into a sitting position, hands on Gladio's stomach as he panted for air. He was definitely feeling a little sweaty in that outfit. He was basically sitting on Gladio's face, only being on his knees holding him up slightly, and wondered if he should... fix that. He couldn't even properly see his face under the skirt.

"Umm... should I move?" He could feel his face heating up asking.

The comment about his beard just had him grinning, stretching up a little so he could rub coarse hair against the sensitive skin of his ass.

"What you don't like it?" Playful and half laughed as he gripped a little harder at Prom's hips when he moved, keeping him from going far. But then he was asking about moving and Gladio laved his tongue over his rim again, pressing firmly.

"Do you want to?" It sounded more like a challenge than a genuine question and before Prom could really think too hard about the answer Gladio's tongue went back to work on him, slow and gentle, trying to get him to just relax and enjoy it and stop thinking so damn much.

He could only imagine what Gladio was getting out of this and felt a little guilty about it, but he bit down on his lip and held his breath. He never imagined anyone would, or would even want to touch his ass. Who knew it could be such a sensitive area? Gladio's surprisingly strong tongue rolled up against his rim and pushed the fragile ring of skin around. It sent shockwaves of confusing pleasure through him. He wasn't sure if he could finish like that, but fuck if it wasn't making him horny.

If Gladio wanted him to relax he was going to be disappointed. Prompto panted heavily, occasionally hissing in a breath when Gladio shoved into the tight ring. Much as he tried to relax, his virgin hole didn't want to stretch. It continuously went back to forming the same narrow passage seemingly no matter how Gladio pried at it, wrapping firmly around him. He squirmed restlessly, hardly able to stay still for him.

"Nng..." Between pants he let out a continuous stream of restrained moans. It was already embarrassing enough, somehow vocally letting Gladio know he was enjoying it felt even more awkward. He sure as hell wasn't going to say he wanted it. It seemed like it'd keep going if he didn't say anything anyway, so he didn't have to.

"...Do you like this?" he finally asked, turning the question around on him. The answer should have been obvious enough, but he just didn't get it. Why would Gladio want his ass? There were much better asses out there.

Gladio paused, turning his head to nip at Prompto's ass, soothing the sting with a kiss and a grin.

"Wouldn't be here if I didn't." As he'd said before. Listening to Prompto, feeling him squirm above him, having such obvious signs of his enjoyment, that was probably Gladio's favorite part of sex with anyone. The evidence of his effect on them, watching them enjoy what he does. It's heady and exhilarating and he fucking loves it.

While he's drawn back a little, though, he takes a moment to slide a finger into his mouth, slicking it with saliva. A slight shift, nudging Prompto forward a little more, and then he's pressing gently with his finger against the tight ring of muscle, testing a firmer touch than he could manage with his tongue but careful to watch for any discomfort on Prompto's part.

"Iris didn't leave any lotion up here or anything, did she?" Cause spit was definitely not sufficient for what he wanted to do to the squirming blond on top of him.

He jumped slightly when Gladio nipped him, not able to control everything he did. Much like in combat, he was the flaily type.

He shifted up on hands and knees when he felt a light push, the short skirt lifting up so that Gladio could get a better view with more lighting. His ass was wet with sweat and saliva, and the fact that his cock had been sucked off not that long ago had left it moist as well.

"Lotion?" It hadn't exactly been on his mind. He'd been more concerned with make-up getting close to his eyeballs. "I dunno, I didn't check..."

His voice was suddenly cut off with a squeak when a finger prodded at his entrance. Though it wasn't that big, saliva wasn't slick enough and he was too tight to comfortably take it.

"Gods." His hand slid up to flip Prompto's skirt up higher, taking a moment to appreciate the curve of his ass, bringing his hand back to give him a little swat.

"Should see if there's some... wanna fuck you open on my fingers and see what other pretty sounds you make." He's not daring enough to even think of actually fucking him, no Prompto is too inexperienced for that. Never mind that they don't... really know what the hell they're doing to their relationship right now. But the idea of Prompto laid out beneath him, squirming and screaming on his fingers is enough to make Gladio groan.

He probably should have made that sound more like a question but he's really too far gone to censor himself too much.

Damn was he embarrassed but it was hard not to enjoy being the center of attention for once, even if it didn't come in the form he thought it would. Gods, he was going to die if his blood supply continued to try and split itself between his face and his cock any further.

With a soft yelp in response to the slap, he toppled over to the side of Gladio, sitting on the edge of the bed. It felt kind of weird, with nothing on underneath and his bare skin touching and, doubtlessly, dirtying the sheets.

"You want me to find some lotion?" He asked, nervously sliding off the bed to go hunting. He needed to get away to cool down for a second, and it was only after he started looking that he realized what he was searching for. Was he seriously going to get some lotion so that Gladio could 'finger fuck' him...?

"Th-That's not going to hurt...?"

Was he? Was he seriously going to go along with that? Oh Sweet Shiva.

Gladio watched as he moved from the bed, just watching Prompto move around, knowing those layers of lace and crinoline must feel so scratchy on his over sensitized skin was enough to have the Shield groaning softly. One hand dropped down to wrap around his cock, squeezing firmly, just a little rush of relief before he prepared to ignore himself for even longer.

"I'll be gentle with you, don't worry." A shadow of the smug confidence he usually exuded returned there for a moment before it was swept back under by the thrill of what Prompto was doing. What they were doing. "Fuck you're so sensitive I'll barely have to do anything before you're writhing for me."

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