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bakerstreet2020-09-27 08:43 pm
firstofherusername) wrote in bakerstreet2020-09-27 08:43 pm
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That's a nice top
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No matter what your usual preferences are, today, you're feeling dominant. This doesn't mean Dominant with a capital D as in the BDSM sense - unless that's what you're into. It simply means you want to take charge. Maybe you even want to be aggressive and possessive, or you just want to show what you want and when you want it. There could very well be some emotional desires behind this fancy, as well. This could be a complete change in your normal personality, an extension of what you're naturally like, or a normal but possibly unexplored part of you. It could even mean a spike in sexual interest, libido, or confidence if you're usually not the one to initiate. So whether you're with an established partner, in an AU setting, or with a one-night stand, let your inner boss shine through and top or top from the bottom. You can control...and that just may be exactly what they want.
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But then he points to the chair next to the couch and outright orders Gladio to sit down. That earns him a long stare. While Prompto has definitely gotten more assertive with him over time, this command marks him attempting a new level of authority.
He hesitates, debating if he should obey or make a snarky comment. The latter would piss Prompto off, and he's probably already done enough of that in a single week.
Maybe, for once, he should just listen and not make a big deal about it. However hard it is for Gladio to let go of his stubbornness when the urge to be stubborn strikes, sitting down isn't even a bad idea. If it means having to sit through a long-winded lecture, that might be different. He'll have to wait and see.]
Fine.
[Gladio tugs off his boots first, then steps over to the chair and sits himself down. He looks up at Prompto, waiting for him to say what he wants to say.]
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he's annoyed, but the annoyance is borne out of concern that gladio's about to run himself ragged. so while gladio prepares for a lecture, prompto moves a little closer, until he's standing in front of gladio. he doesn't crawl into his lap or try to catch his knees between his own, but he does reach out his hands, still wearing the leather gloves, to rest on on gladio's shoulders.
they've already bickered about this and while he could press that gladio needs to take some time to himself, he's pretty sure the big dude is just going to push back. he tries a different tactic instead. ]
You've been running yourself ragged the last couple weeks, dude. [ one of the hands shifts, fingers catching the ends of some longer locks of hair, and twirls them around his index finger as he speaks. ] I wanna get some of that pressure out of you, so what do you say you let me take care of you tonight?
[ it's a very prompto way to ask to take control, without actually using those words. very easy to miss. and it isn't telling him to take less jobs, to go on less missions; it's a small ask, maybe. ]
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[Gladio closes his eyes as he exhales slowly, simply letting himself feel Prompto's hands as they touch his shoulders, then his hair. Given Prompto's choice of words, he doesn't feel the instinct to argue. Quite the opposite. There's nothing left to do tonight, so surely it wouldn't cause any harm to indulge a little.
Then why does he still feel a twinge of guilt at the thought?
He can't bring himself to open up about those feelings he's been harboring for so long. Irrational as they might be, Gladio has held back any signs of weakness long enough that it feels impossible to let up now.
That stubbornness has only contributed to a growing mountain of stress. So, Prompto wants to help relieve some of that pressure? Maybe it won't be so bad to let him try. Gladio's body sure likes the idea, and he's also pretty damn curious to see what Prompto has in mind. So he offers the smallest of smirks, then a nod.]
Okay. I'll let you call the shots tonight.
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so when gladio thinks on the suggestion, prompto doesn't speak, though he does keep moving - his fingers finally burying in that long hair, combing it out gently. he bites his bottom lip out of nervousness anyway, though, and when gladio finally agrees he gives him a beaming smile. ]
Awesome! [ after a moment he reaches down, tugging on gladio's hands to pull him to standing, as prompto steps back towards the bed. ] This is gonna be all for you, big guy, so hands to yourself for now, 'cause I know how grabby you get and I wanna stay focused.
[ prompto likes that, honestly. he can work through the distraction, but the real reason is he knows that gladio can get focused on taking care of him, which isn't the goal. he tries to turn them so he can get gladio to sit down on the bed. ]
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So far, he's already glad he decided to give this a shot. Those fingers brushing through his hair feel really nice, and he's starting to feel the first stirrings of arousal thanks to Prompto's words and touches.]
What? I can't touch you?
[He frowns slightly at the thought, even as Prompto leads him to the bed. Sure, he did offer up control just a moment ago, but he hadn't expected that.
There's probably going to be a lot he doesn't expect. Gladio will just have to keep reminding himself to give something outside of the normal routine a chance. That means forcing himself to hold back, like right now, and not grab onto Prompto's hips like he wants to do in defiance of his order.
He laughs softly with a little shake of his head and goes to tug his tank top off and toss it aside. Might as well do something useful with his hands if he can't touch.
After that he rests both hands on the mattress at his sides to keep them in check.]
Okay, I'll behave. Maybe.
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[ he leaves it more open ended. he's pretty sure at some point he'll want gladio to touch him, but he wants to see if he can follow that one rule for now. he's trying to keep it simple for the both of them.
when gladio accepts the little rule prompto rewards him with another smile - and he sinks his hands into his hair again, running his fingers through it, undoing the small tie at the back that keeps it from falling into his face.
he leans in then, too, pressing a kiss to his mouth. it's eager and excited, things that prompto always manages to be when he's with gladio. he cares about the other man, after all, and that includes his emotional as well as physical well being.
it's only after he's tried to thoroughly kiss gladio senseless that he backs off a bit. ]
Hmm, okay. Think it's time for your pants to go.
[ gladio can help if he'd like, but prompto reaches one hand down to hook his fingers in the hem of his sweatpants and start tugging them down. ]
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He doesn't bother pushing his hair back where it falls in his face. Not supposed to touch Prompto? Well, he'll do one better and not touch himself either. Just to show that he can.
That means helping with his sweats just by lifting his hips so they can be tugged off easily. Now it'll be completely clear that he's hard and more than ready to see what's in store for him next.
This is... definitely rousing. Just how badly has he needed to concentrate fully on something other than working? No wonder Prompto's been so frustrated with him lately. At least he has his focus and attention now.]
Want me to move or stay here?
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[ prompto offers the praise easily, since gladio is doing well. especially when he doesn't brush his hair back out of his face; prompto can't help but take care of that too, tucking some of it behind his ears, letting his thumb brush over his cheek before he draws his hands away. he taps one ankle with a boot gently. ]
Right here is fine, but spread your legs a little.
[ that probably doesn't hide what his next plan of attack is, but he knows it'll be a special kind of torture for gladio to not be able to touch him while he does this. gladio's erection is always impressive whenever he sees it; he's not sure he's ever going to get used to the sight.
and really, why should he? being impressed every time is probably a good sign. he moves to crouch between gladio's legs, resting his hands on his thighs and leaning in with a grin. ]
Remember: no touching.
[ he practically breathes the reminder against gladio's cock before he presses his lips to the head teasingly. ]
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By the time Prompto kneels before him, he's fully erect. Prompto's consistent admiration for his size has been an increasing point of pride for him- the fact that he still looks impressed when he sees him naked and hard makes Gladio feel damn good.
He stares intently when Prompto leans in close, his breath warm against his cock. His fingers twitch against the bedding again, the desire to dig them into soft blond hair almost overwhelming.
Especially when he feels the first brush of lips against the swollen head of his dick.]
What happens if I mess up?
[If he touches despite the command? Gladio is curious if there are any consequences, or if that's merely a suggestion.]
apologies if i'm a bit slow! got some RL shit happening
so, for the moment, he pulls back, keeping his hand wrapped around gladio and stroking gently. ]
I have a couple of ideas, actually. Probably a good idea to let you pick, right? Cause I don't wanna do something that turns you off entirely.
[ he shrugs a shoulder. ]
Spanking's an option, but I don't even know if you'd be into that. I could tie your hands up, too. [ that he carefully peers at the reaction for, his hand stilling; prompto wouldn't be able to do that because of his own history with being restrained. ] I could also keep you from coming until I'm done.
[ he's also, entirely, open to suggestions on the matter, hoping his relaxed posture speaks of that. but he's given gladio some options, so he hopefully won't have to pick. ]
Hope you're okay! Don't worry, I've been slow myself.
[The swear comes with a hot rush of pleasure straight to the erection in Prompto's hand, making it twitch in his loose grip. Yeah, he already offered to give up control tonight, but Gladio hadn't taken the time to consider the possibilities or implications of what that might mean beyond the obvious.
There's something really intriguing about Prompto being less nice with the power Gladio gave him. Could he actually step up and go through with any of his suggestions?]
Have you thought about doing those kinds of things?
[Gladio would like to make sure Prompto is actually aroused at the thought and isn't just saying things because he thinks they're the right answers.]
Because I'm game. How about you do whatever you want to me, and if I touch either of us, you pick the punishment?
absolutely no worries about slowness! i'm a backtagger lol
when gladio asks, though, he glances away. ]
Uh, yeah, I've thought about doing a lot of things to you, big guy. But I figure we start simple instead of 'hey, you know, i'd like to tie you up and tease you until you cry'.
[ because he has, of course, thought about these kinds of things before - even before the world went to shit. how gladio might like to do this stuff, if he was strictly a top or if he ever bottomed, things that had made quite a few appearances in younger prompto's spank bank.
now they're older, and people are always more complicated than binary choices. but he still thinks about it.
he may have gotten a little distracted thinking about it, because gladio's voice brings him back. he looks up at gladio again, biting his bottom lip. shit, being given that much power makes his chest thump hard. ]
Deal. But if I do something you're actually hating, you tell me to stop. We both gotta enjoy this, all right?
[ he waits for an answer before a slow smirk crosses his face. ]
Besides, if you break then I get a chance to see you tied up. [ that's a hint as to one of his preferred choices... ]