#glitter squad

Hiya, Vegeta. Long time, no see.

This brings our total number of retread figures to six (seven if you count the be-staffed Roshi from Day 17) and our total number of Vegeta figures to four.

This Vegeta feels less stable; he’s harder to keep standing than the matte version. The opposite was true for Goku and his shiny counterpart.

Just two more figures left and so many characters unrepresented. Frankly, it’s not looking good for Yajirobe.

Bonus Images

The Glitter-gumi in all their glory

The replacements

The four Vegetas

“Please, Your Highness.” He laughs, trying to keep an upbeat attitude as he sees his best friend look dapper as all heck. “It’s not like we really went to these dances our other two years at our school.” Prompto is quick to remind him that this hadn’t really been a thing until their third year - which, fine, it makes sense to do things your final year of school. “You’ll have lots of fun without me.” 

“You should still go. It’s not like I’m going to be on the dance floor.” His best friend tries again to sway him to attend the dance with him. “There’s plenty of room in the limo. I have to go and pick up my date and her best friend - she won’t care that you’re with us. It’ll probably look weirder because you’re not there.” 

“It’s okay.” He picks up the boutonniere that Ignis had dropped off earlier in the day, and sticks it on Noctis’ lapel. “Text me. Send me pics. I’m sure the ballroom is going to look grand.” He steps back and admires his little addition to Noctis’ look. “You’re going to break a lot of hearts tonight, Your Highness.” 

“Shut up.” Prompto ducks before Noctis can punch his arm, a light bubble of laughter leaving his throat. “What are you going to do tonight?” 

“Dunno. Probably watch that new movie that came out on Moogleflix. Maybe pick up some take out.” That was a lie - he can’t afford to eat out. It’s another reason why he’d said he wouldn’t be going to the dance - it’s cheaper if he stays home. “You’re leaving soon?” 

“In two minutes.” Noctis nods his head, then grabs his phone and puts it into his pocket. Prompto walks with him out of his apartment, and they take the elevator down to the first floor. The limo is already waiting out front, Prompto looking at it wistfully. “Last chance, Prom.” 

“I’m good.” He gives his best friend a happy smile, then waves as he sees him get into the backseat. “Have lots of fun! Remember - wear a condom!” He sees Noctis give him the middle finger as the limo pulls away from the curb and sidles into traffic, Prompto laughing out loud at his best friend’s reaction. 

Pulling his phone out of his pocket, he sees that it’s just a little after seven. He doesn’t really feel like going home to an empty house right now - one more reminder of why he should be at the dance having a good time. He thinks about it for a few minutes, then finds a contact in his phone and decides to give them a call. Holding the phone up to his ear, he starts to walk down the street, heading nowhere in particular. 

“Hello? Prompto?” His stomach gives a little bit of a pleasant roll at the way his name is said by the person he’s just called. “Is something wrong?” 

“What? No?” He laughs, playing off the question as if it’s the most ludicrous thing to be asked. “What would be wrong, Gladio?” 

Gladio Amicitia, the man that is sworn to be his best friend’s figurative and literal Shield, grunts into the phone. “You never call me. Hell, you barely text me.” 

“I’m sorry. Would you like for me to hang up?” He suddenly feels very stupid for calling him. This was a bad idea. “I’ll let you go. Have a nice Friday night, Gladio.” 

“Wait - don’t hang up.” He stops walking, then steps to the side to not block the path of any other pedestrians. “I thought you’d be going to the dance with Noct.” 

Looking up at the Insomnia skyline, Prompto blinks away some fat tears that have suddenly appeared in his eyes. “Yeah, well - when you’re poor like me, dances are a luxury that you can’t afford to go to.” 

“Hey - are you okay?” Gladio’s concern makes him realize that he’s said a little too much. Wiping his eyes, he tries to talk but hears Gladio is continuing to speak. “Where are you?” 

“I just left Noctis’ place, after helping him get ready.” Prompto tries not to be too upset, but it’s difficult. He hates feeling this pathetic. “I’m going to head home in a bit. Just didn’t feel like going home right away.” 

“I’ll come pick you up.” 

“You don’t have to.” 

“I know that. Stay out front, and I’ll be there in like fifteen minutes.” 

“Fine.” He knows it’s better to go along with him than try and argue. “I won’t go anywhere. But you can’t make fun of me, okay? I probably look like crap. It’s been a really long day.” 

A sonorous chuckle hits his ear, making his stomach pitch. “You’re telling me. All I want to do is sleep, but I guess I’ve got stuff to do tonight.” 

“Stay home.” Prompto whispers, feeling awful that he’s making Gladio go out when it’s clear he doesn’t want to. “I’ll be fine, Gladio.” 

“Hey - none of that. I’ll see you in fifteen, Prompto.” The call ends, leaving him staring up at the building in front of him with a sad smile on his face. As much as he doesn’t want to take Gladio away from whatever he had planned on Friday night, he’s mildly excited that he’s not going to be alone. 

Walking back to Noctis’ apartment building, Prompto waits around then sees a sleek muscle car pull up to the sidewalk. Gladio rolls down the window of the passenger seat and ducks his head down to look out at him. “Oy - get it!” Gladio grins, Prompto trying to tell his mind to stop thinking silly things when this is just a friendly hang out. Nothing more, nothing less. 

“Hi!” He opens the door, and plops down into the seat, grunting as he doesn’t expect it to be a bucket seat. “Shit.” He laughs, closing the door as he looks over at Gladio. “I didn’t think you’d drive a car like this.” 

“Like what? This car is a classic beauty.” Gladio runs his hand along the dashboard, Prompto noticing that he’s wearing a tight muscle shirt that makes his biceps look gigantic. “Don’t be jealous of her.” 

He laughs, shaking his head. “Why on Eos would I be jealous? It’s just a car, Gladio. An object.” 

“Says you. She’s my baby.” Prompto laughs more as he watches Gladio pat the console again. “Alright - so, we gonna go get you all dressed up so you can go to the dance, or what?” 

“Huh?” That makes his mood change instantly. “No, it’s okay. No one cares if I’m there. I don’t need to be there.” 

“But don’t you want to be there? Is the only thing that’s holding you back from going is the lack of funds to get a proper suit?” Gladio doesn’t put the car into drive, staying parked in front of Noctis’ apartment building. 

Prompto sighs, then shakes his head. “I shouldn’t have said what I said. It was meant to stay in my head. No, it’s okay - Noct is gonna have his fun. I don’t need to be a third wheel.” 

“Ah.” The key turns in the ignition, and Gladio pulls out of the loading zone. “You don’t want to go because you have a crush on Noctis.” 

“WHAT.” Out of all the things that Gladio could say, he doesn’t expect him to go this route at all. “Ew - gross. No, dude. He’s my best friend, but I’m not in love with him. No, thanks.” He shakes his head back and forth, making a gagging noise as he hears Gladio start to laugh. “Did you honestly think I like him?” 

“I have no idea.” Gladio shakes his head, then the car comes to a stop at a stoplight. “The way you two are so close, I kinda just figured you might like the guy. Do you like guys? Or are you a ladies man?” 

“I don’t know what I like.” Prompto blushes, turning his head to look out at the scenery instead of giving his attention to Gladio. “Can we not talk about this, please? Where are we going?” 

“What would you like to do?” 

“I don’t want to be alone right now.” 

“Then let’s go for a drive.” 

“Okay.” 

When Gladio says they’ll go for a drive, he doesn’t expect him to take him out of the city. He’s only left the city with school, and that had been for a field trip way back in the day. Now, they were heading onto the bridge that will take them to another part of Lucis. His palms begin to sweat as they cross the water, Prompto thankful that it’s dark and he can’t see what’s below him. Not that he has an irrational fear of water or anything - he just doesn’t like knowing that the bridge has been built for a specific reason. There’s no land underneath them. 

Gladio shows his Glaives placard to the guard at the station, who salutes him as they go through the checkpoint. Prompto feels his heart is racing as they travel through what looks like a barren landscape. Gladio rolls down the windows, Prompto surprised by how warm the air feels as they travel along the highway. He smiles as he feels the car rumble beneath him, Gladio going a little faster as there is limited traffic out right now. 

Looking at the side mirror, he can see Insomnia slowly fading away, the unknown in front of them. He turns to look at Gladio, and sees him tapping his hand on the steering wheel. “Where are we going?” 

“You said you wanted to drive - so that’s what we’re doing. Do we need to have a destination?” Gladio asks, as he readjusts in his seat. 

Prompto doesn’t know what to say. “I’ve never just driven somewhere with no destination planned out. Do you do this often, Gladio?” 

“Sometimes.” He looks back out the windshield and sees him nodding his head in his peripheral vision. “The city is nice, but sometimes taking a long drive necessitates in needing to leave it.” 

“You’re lucky you can.” Prompto can’t imagine he’d ever be able to go outside of the city without a proper escort. “Your position as one of Noctis’ retainers gives you a lot of freedom, huh?” 

“Aren’t you going to be studying to be in the Crownsguard after you guys graduate?” Gladio asks, picking up a bottle of water and uncaps it. “That’s what Ignis told me.” 

Blushing, he brings his right knee up to rest on the bucket seat. “I’ve thought about it, but I don’t know if I’ll do it. You guys have been doing it for forever - why should I get to do that when I’m not going to have anywhere near as much experience as the two of you have?” 

“You’re choosing to do it. We weren’t really given the choice.” 

“Would you not do it, if you could say no?” 

The car is quiet for a few minutes. “I’ve thought about it - but I think even if it wasn’t my social obligation to do so considering my family’s line, I would probably do it anyway. Maybe more so now than ever.” 

“Why?” 

“Because you’ll be around more.” 

That comment has his cheeks burning brighter than the sun. He honestly doesn’t know what to say in response to that comment, so instead he rests his chin on his knee and looks out into the darkness. It seems that Gladio isn’t expecting an answer either, quiet music now filling the car. 

“Can we get something to eat?” Prompto asks, after they’ve been driving for about forty-five minutes. “I forgot I haven’t eaten since lunch.” 

“I know a place we can go.” Gladio speeds up his car, and they turn right down a road. “It’s diner food - you cool with that?” 

“The greasier the better.” He nods his head, perking up as he sees Gladio flash a smile at him. 

“You’re gonna love this place.” 

Lights appear on the horizon, and it seems it’s a petrol station with the diner set off to the side of the station. Gladio parks his car at the pumps, and pays for a full tank of gas before they head over to the diner together. “How’d you find this place?” He asks, as they walk inside together. 

“On one of the nights I decided to go for a long drive.” Gladio smirks, as they approach the counter. “Get whatever you want - it’s on me.” 

“Gladio…” 

“You can pay for my breakfast.” Gladio winks, then before Prompto can say anything in response to that, he’s ordering food from a man who’s name tag says ‘Takka’. 

Prompto orders the sandwich, as it looks the most appealing out of all the dishes that this diner serves. He follows Gladio to get some soda, then they find a booth and sit down at it. Once the food arrives, Prompto picks up a fry and pops it into his mouth. “Thanks for dinner, Gladio.” 

“You’re welcome.” On Gladio’s plate is a very large steak. “So, tell me the real reason why you didn’t want to go to the dance.” 

Looking down at his food, he sighs. “I already told you - it’s because my family doesn’t have a lot of money. I don’t have any nice clothes - I can’t really go to a dance in my school uniform.” He picks up another fry and munches on it. “And before you say that Noctis could have bought me a suit, I would have told him no. It’s a matter of pride.” 

“What if I offered to buy you a suit? On the condition that you let me escort you out while wearing it?” 

He stares at him, his jaw slack. “Uh, you don’t have to do that, big guy. I’m okay - I don’t need anything fancy like that.” 

“Yeah, but by your logic, you’re not going to go to your last dance in the spring, right? And that’s an occasion that all third years really should go to. It’s your last hurrah before moving on to your next adventure.” 

Gladio’s right, and he knows he has no way to argue his way out of it. “I can’t ask you to do that.” 

“You’re not. I’m offering.” Gladio picks up his soda and takes a sip. “You can say no, of course - but I think we both know you want to say yes.” 

“Why are you being so nice to me?” Prompto can’t handle it. They’ve only said a handful of things to each other the last few years since he began to hang out with Noctis. “You don’t know me.” 

“I’d like to get to know you better.” Warm amber eyes stare across at him, making his head feel like it's on fire as his blood doesn’t know where to rush to - his cheeks, his full on face, or a different part of his body all together. “I meant what I said - I’m happy you want to join the Crownsguard as it means we’ll be together more.” 

Picking up his sandwich, Prompto chews thoughtfully for a few minutes, then swallows. “I’d like that too.” He looks across at Gladio, who he sees has a smile on his face. 

“Sounds good to me, Prom.” 

They finish their food, then head back out to the car. “Are you tired?” He asks, as they get their seat belts back on. 

“Not at all. You want to keep driving?” 

“I do.” 

“Feel like driving by the ocean?” 

“Sounds like fun!” 

“Sit back, and relax.” Gladio turns the radio up as they pull out of the petrol station, then they head to the west. 

The ocean is gorgeous, and unlike anything Prompto has seen before in his life. The moon is high up in the sky now, casting its shadow over the water, making it look like it's sparkling with the moonlight. He almost wishes he had his camera, as this is a sight truly to behold - and one he realizes he might not have gotten to see if he’d said yes to going to the dance with Noctis. 

“Can we pull over?” He asks Gladio, who nods his head and points down the highway. They drive through a tunnel, and once they come out the other side, Gladio pulls over to the side of the road and parks the car. 

Getting out, he stretches his legs and yawns a little. He pulls his phone out and sees Noctis has sent him a few messages, and also sees that it’s close to one in the morning. “Let’s take a pic!” He says to Gladio, who immediately comes closer to him. Lifting his phone up, he angles it in such a way to show both the ocean and their faces as he snaps the picture. “Thanks, Gladio.” He lifts up onto the balls of feet and presses a quick kiss to his cheek. 

“Don’t play games with me, Prompto.” He feels heat start to spread throughout his chest as he hears Gladio’s voice change with the way he speaks to him. “What was that?”

“It felt like the right thing to do.” Prompto looks up at him, trapped in his gaze as the moonlight keeps Gladio’s face completely illuminated. “You’ve been really nice to me tonight. I don’t know what your plans were for this evening, but I highly doubt they were to take a really long drive.” 

A hand touches his face, Prompto marveling at how soft Gladio’s hand is. “You’re right - it wasn’t in my plan to leave Insomnia tonight to take a long drive, but I’m not sorry that’s what I ended up doing.” 

Heat travels through his body as Gladio’s hand stays in its place, his thumb now caressing his cheek that makes Prompto’s eyelids fall closed. He can hear the faint sound of music coming from the car, a slow song playing on the radio. Opening his eyes, he looks up at Gladio. “Dance with me?” 

“I’d love to.” 

They move to stand in the beams of the headlights that Gladio has left on when they exited the car, Prompto’s small hand fitting perfectly into Gladio’s. He’s never really danced before, but he figures that it shouldn’t be too complicated. He lets Gladio take the lead as they sway back and forth to the gentle beat of the music, the sound of the waves licking the sandy shore making him feel like he was having an out of body experience. The song blends into another slow tune, neither of them moving away from each other as they dance to the next song together, Prompto staying close to Gladio as he’s moved to the beat. 

The slow song ends, and Gladio pulls back and bows his head to him, which he does the same. “Want to head back now, Prompto?” Gladio asks, as he steps closer to him, Prompto gravitating to the heat that his larger body provides. He feels a sudden chill rush up his spine as he stares into his auburn eyes, his own heart beginning to flutter at an unbearable rate. “First - before we go…” 

“Yes…?” He asks, his voice somewhat breathless. He doesn’t know what’s come over him as he’s trapped in Gladio’s orbit. His mind spins, his eyelids start to fall closed as he sees Gladio’s face coming closer and closer to his own. Praying he doesn’t make a complete fool of himself, he stays perfectly still and then when he feels Gladio’s lips touch him with a hint of a kiss, all rational thought leaves his mind. 

Gladio kisses him softly at first, and then he feels the tip of his tongue start to lick along his bottom lip. Prompto moans softly as he parts his lips, inviting in Gladio’s tongue into his mouth. The first gentle caress makes his knees weak as he reaches up to hold onto Gladio’s shoulders, anchoring himself to a point because if he doesn’t, he very well might fall to the ground. Thick arms wind themselves around his body, his mouth opening wider as Gladio’s tongue becomes more insistent with his touches. He returns the kiss with equal fervor, moaning softly as he hears Gladio groan as their kisses continue. 

Dropping back down to the ground, Prompto breaks off the kiss with a soft gasp. “W-We should head back. It’s late.” 

“We could stay the night out here. I know of a caravan down the ways that we can rest in.” 

While the offer sounds tempting, Prompto shakes his head. “Let’s head back to the city. If you’re tired, I can drive for a bit.” 

“No, I’m good, Prompto.” Gladio’s hand returns to his face as they stare at each other. “You know I have feelings for you, right?” 

“Pretty sure that kiss told me everything I needed to know.” Blushing, he nods his head. “I like you too, Gladio.” He returns his hands to Gladio’s shoulders as he looks up at him. “Maybe we can go on another lengthy drive and spend the night at the caravan another night.” 

The smile on Gladio’s face lets him know that he isn’t mad about wanting to put a stop to this before it had really begun. “I’d love that.” 

“Me too.” 

Gladio walks him back to the car, Prompto getting into the passenger seat with a soft yawn. The drive back to the city doesn’t take nearly as long as it had when they were driving away from it - always whenever a good time comes to an end, it seems fleeting in the moment. Traveling across the bridge, Prompto again ignores that they’re driving over nothing and then breathes a little easier once they’re back inside the barrier that protects the city. 

They park in front of his house, Prompto not really wanting to get out of the car. But the sky is beginning to change colors from a deep blue to a beautiful violet that would soon turn to a pink and then an orange when the sun came up in the east. “I’m glad we went out tonight.” He says, keeping his hands between his legs as he stares out at the sky. 

“I am too.” Gladio’s hand touches his thigh, and then Prompto is turning his head to look at him before a strong pair of lips touch his with another firm, promising kiss. “I’m going to get you that suit, and we’re going to go out for a night on the town.” 

“I’d love that.” He would. Any time with Gladio would be a time well worth spent. “But you really don’t have to spend that kind of money, Gladio.” 

“If you’re gonna be my guy, I definitely need an excuse to shower you with gifts.” That comment makes his stomach roll, his palms sweat and his heart beat rapidly in his chest. “So no telling me no, okay?” 

Laughing, Prompto nods his head. “Fine, big guy. You can do whatever you want with your money. It’s yours to spend freely.”  

“Come give me a little bit more sugar before you go inside. I need to remember this isn’t a dream.” Gladio beckons him with his finger. Moving around to the other side of the car, Prompto lowers his head inside the opened window and lays a long, sweet kiss on Gladio’s lips. “Mmm - that’s the good stuff right there, baby. I’ll text you later?” 

“I look forward to it.” He smiles, then walks to the front door of his house. Getting his keys out, he unlocks the door, then turns around to wave at Gladio before entering the house. 

Closing the door behind him, Prompto leans against it for support. Taking his shoes off, he heads to his bedroom where he drops down onto the bed and replays how it felt to slow dance with Gladio. How it felt to kiss Gladio. All of those thoughts help guide him to sleep, as a smile stays planted on his face. What had started out a really shitty evening had wound up being one of the best nights of his life.

XxX

He breathed a sigh of relief as he gave a nod of his head, and watched Gladio nudge his chocobo to go faster, catching up to the two that were ahead of them. He did the same to his animal, apologizing quickly afterwards as it let out a loud ‘wark’ at being inconvenienced at having to trot faster. At least he wasn’t making her sprint - not today. 

They returned their chocobos to their resting pen, and then he saw Noctis grab Ignis’ hand, the two of them taking off for the night market that was just starting as the sun was starting its descent for the day. Gladio turned his head to look at him, and as their eyes met he knew that he was in for a real treat soon. They went the opposite direction together, heading back to the Leville, Prompto tempted to break into a sprint himself as he wanted to be in the bedroom with Gladio right now. 

The door to their room closed with a quiet click, and he felt Gladio put his hands on his hips, holding him in place as he pressed his body up against his back. He moaned, his skin already feeling like it was on fire as Gladio’s hips aligned with his. He could feel the thickness that was trapped beneath his clothes rubbing against his ass in a way that was sheer torture for him. “What do you want tonight, baby?” Gladio’s voice bounced around in his ear, sending another jolt of desire racing through his body as he tried to grind his ass against the thick appendage he could feel poking through his pants. 

“No arms. No eyes.” He whispered, a dampness beginning to appear on his underwear as he could feel his cock starting to drip with excitement. “I don’t want to know what you’re doing.” 

“Perfect. Go lay down, and I’ll get the things to make that happen.” 

He stripped out of his clothes as he walked over to the bed, and then sat down on his knees. He saw Gladio grab a silk tie from his bag, and then saw him grab a red rope that made goosebumps break out on his skin. The last time Gladio had tied him up, it had been the most intense feeling he’d ever experienced. He’d been wanting to ask for it again, but never felt like it was the right opportunity. But now - now he knew it’s what he needed to take this itch away. 

Gladio held up the rope and looked at him. “Just your arms today? Or do you want me to tie your arms and your chest?” 

“Whatever you want. I don’t want to be able to touch you. I don’t want to see you.” 

“You got it.” 

The knotwork began, Prompto staying still as he felt Gladio tie the rope around him in a methodical pattern. Gladio had introduced him to shibari towards the beginning of their trip, when he could sense that Prompto needed something a little more. Again, he’d been too scared to ask for it again because of the intense feeling that it brought with it. Already he was feeling his breathing becoming more shallow as the small knots dug into his skin in select pressure points. 

“Try and tug your arms free.” They were criss-cross behind his back, the rope tied around them before being wound around his chest. He tried and felt completely trapped. “Safe word.” 

“Alabaster.” Prompto’s mouth felt dry as he stopped struggling. Gazing up at Gladio, he saw him holding the silk tie that he knew was going to be covering his eyes very soon. He could feel his cock was sticking up straight, precum starting to slip down the sides as his need grew higher. “Gladio…” 

A large hand touched his face, the calming touch soothing him in a way that helped return a limited amount of sanity to his body. “Don’t worry, Prom. I’m going to help you right now. You just relax, and let me take care of it all.” The gentle touch of Gladio’s thumb rubbing against his cheek made him moan softly. “That’s it, baby….Close your eyes for me now.” 

He closed his eyes and felt the makeshift blindfold touch his face. It was tied to the back of his head, his breathing continuing to be somewhat shallow as he could feel his desire spiking to astronomical heights. “I’m good.” He answered, hoping that it was enough for Gladio to start. There was no way he was going to be able to say much else as his body was strung tight with the need for pleasure. 

“Then, we’ll start.” 

Gladio first tugged on the ropes around his arms, causing him to fall forward a little. Prompto whined low, hovering above the bed as he tried to sense whether Gladio would drop him, or if he was going to be pulled back up. The soft fabric of the duvet cover on top of the bed soon caressed his face, Prompto now balanced on his shoulders with his ass up in the air. He groaned low as a soft slap to his ass echoed in his ears, his skin tingling at where Gladio’s hand had landed. He tried to pull his arms apart, but doing so made the knots that Gladio had tied push back into his skin, his mind starting to become dull as the hedonistic pleasure began to spread throughout his body. 

Two hands touched his hips. “The windows are closed.” Prompto breathed easier as he heard Gladio say that, trying to keep his own noises at a quiet level for fear that it would bounce around the courtyard downstairs. He felt Gladio’s thumbs touch his asscheeks, keeping them spread apart. He began to writhe on the bed, trying to get away but the lack of use of his arms made it impossible. 

A long, slow lick of something wet touched his anus, making him scream into the mattress. Gladio’s tongue licked around the puckering flesh, not doing much except taste. It was enough to make Prompto explode, his cum staining the duvet as he shuddered through the orgasm. He heard Gladio chuckle, and then released a pitched moan as he felt his lover’s lips brush against the sensitive tip of his cock. 

“You always taste so sweet, baby…” Gladio murmured, continuing to lick the tip of his cock, while Prompto could feel Gladio’s finger rubbing against his anus, swirling around the spit his tongue had left behind. “You’ve got a few more in you, don’t you…?” 

“Yes…” He moaned low, his voice already taking on the rich tone that it took whenever he was in this special place. His knees spread apart more as Gladio’s tongue returned to his asshole, his shoulders shuddering hard as he was teased by that thick wet muscle. “Nnngh….G-Gladio…” 

The touches to his ass stopped, and then he felt the blood rush to his head as he was pulled up to be up on his knees. Turning his head back and forth, he tried to sense where Gladio was, but every time he moved too fast, the knots dug into his skin, making heat spread throughout his body. It was a distraction at best, but also was making him feel drunk and high all at the same time as he was toyed with by Gladio. 

Fingers touched his arms, Prompto crying out as he wasn’t ready for the touch. “That’s it….” Gladio’s voice enveloped him, his head returning its blank state as the fingers touching his skin felt like they were on fire. “Relax against me…” 

“Hhhngh…” Trying to do what he asked, Prompto leaned back and felt the strong push of Gladio’s chest against his back. He dropped his head, his shoulders dropping with it as he felt his cock now being touched by his lover’s thick fingers. “Gods….” It came out broken, as he sobbed with the pleasure continuing to spread through his body, Gladio’s hand milking his cock. He knew he was coming again, the few touches making it happen fast. 

“That’s number two.” A kiss touched his jawline, Prompto whimpering as Gladio’s hand stayed wrapped around his cock. “Let’s go for a third before I give you what you really want.” 

His body shook as the ropes were pulled on again, little bursts of lightning spreading heat throughout his body as the knots engaged with his skin. Prompto knew he was making lewd noises, but couldn’t hear them as he was deaf to everything except for Gladio’s voice. Which was saying a constant string of praises in his ear as he writhed under his touch, the hand on his cock now stroking him at a slow pace that was driving him mad. 

Something thick pushed against his twitching hole, and then he felt Gladio’s fingers push into him with little resistance occurring. His body knew what it wanted - it wanted this man’s beautiful cock, but it would tolerate the fingers for now. It was a warm up - but Prompto knew he could take it right now if he wanted. Gladio pulled on the ropes again, sending more heat flooding through him as he was eased back down onto the bed, this time laying on his back with his head hanging over the bed. 

Strong musk hit his nostrils, Prompto instantly opening his mouth with a deep groan. The thick, bulbous head of Gladio’s cock pushed against his lips and into his mouth, Prompto closing his lips around the thick flesh with a satisfying moan. Gladio’s hand returned to his cock, and he felt him start to rub the pad of his thumb around the swollen head. “Get it nice and wet, baby….I promise I’ll put on some lube. I just wanna feel those pretty pink lips of yours around my meat…” 

Prompto groaned as he tried to push more of his cock into his mouth. But the angle he was in made it pretty much impossible to do much except for suck on it like a baby would suck on a pacifier. It was a good pacifier - one he wished he could keep in his mouth all the time. That thought made him groan, the hand on his cock giving it a good tug as if rewarding him for the movement of his mouth. Gladio began to roll his hips, sliding his cock along his tongue, Prompto answering with a moan as Gladio’s hand started to really jerk him off. Another sharp orgasm rushed through his body, hot cum landing on his stomach and chest, and no doubt on the rope - it wouldn’t be the first time that happened. 

“That’s perfect, Prompto…” Gladio pulled his hand off of his cock, and pulled his cock out of his mouth. Prompto wasn’t ready to say goodbye to it, whining low at the sudden loss. Two thick fingers were pushed into his mouth, covered in his own seminal fluid. “Lick it all up, baby…” He groaned, licking up the mess that Gladio had taken from his body and swallowed it down his throat. “Yes, that’s so perfect…” 

His head spun as he was pulled to be back on his stomach, his shoulders now resting against the mattress as Gladio lifted his hips up. The tip of Gladio’s wet cock was now pushing up against his spread hole, Prompto’s cock already returning back to its stiffness as pleasure increased tenfold. “P-Please…” He begged, wanting to feel that thickness buried back inside of him. “G-Gladio…” 

“Here….we….go….” Gladio pushed his cock into his body, Prompto all but screaming as his inner walls were stretched to their limit by the thick appendage that was attached to Gladio’s body. He pushed his hips back, no longer caring if he looked completely insane - Gladio’s dick was the best, and there was nothing else that mattered in this world except for this connection. He moaned like a bitch in heat, grinding his ass against Gladio’s body as he fucked himself stupid on his cock. 

Gladio used the rope to pull him back up onto his knees. He sobbed hard as the knots dug into his flesh again, the pleasure a constant stream in his body. “Nnngh….” Prompto couldn’t say anything - words were no longer an option as he felt Gladio thrust deep into his body. It took everything in him to not fall back to the bed, the intense fucking proving to be almost too much for him. 

“Come one more time for me, baby…” Gladio murmured into his ear, as his hand started to jerk him off, while the other hand kept tugging and pulling on the rope. “One more for me…” 

Prompto felt his entire body go rigid as he began to come again. 

He came so hard, he blacked out.

***

Opening his eyes, he saw Gladio was staring at him with a concerned smile on his face. “Hey, babe. You okay?” 

“Yeah.” He groaned, clearing his throat as he realized how hoarse he sounded. He felt nothing on his body - the blindfold gone, as well as the ropes. He looked down and saw little dots on his skin where the knots were pushing into his flesh. “I passed out, didn’t I?” 

“You did. I almost went and got an elixir, but decided against it.” Gladio kissed him softly on the lips. “You feeling good now? Better?” 

“Much.” Prompto kissed him again, laughing softly. “Wow - you really know what to do to help me feel better. Thanks for doing the rope again. I really like that.” 

“I try. And that’s good to know.” Gladio brushed some of the hair off of his face, the two of them lying side by side on the bed. “Want to go and get some food? Or want me to go get something and bring it back here?” 

“Yes, that.” He didn’t know if he’d be able to walk around in public after that scene. “I’ll stay here, if you don’t mind?” 

“Not at all, chocobo.” Smiling at the nickname, Gladio kissed him again. “Let’s cuddle for a bit, then I’ll go out, okay?” 

“Mkay.” 

They cuddled for a half hour, Prompto feeling somewhat normal afterwards. Gladio went and got them food, and they enjoyed eating it on their bed. One more round of traditional sex was shared between the two of them before they went to sleep for the night. In the morning, they met both Noctis and Ignis in the lobby, all of them looking a little bit more relaxed - no doubt his friends having the same kind of fun they’d had the night before. 

“Who’s ready for another hunt?” Prompto asked, throwing his arm around Noctis’ neck. “How about we take the Regalia today?” 

“Are you honestly asking to not use our chocobos? Who are you, and what have you done to my best friend?” Noctis asked, as they walked out of the Leville together. 

“Oh hah hah.” He stuck his tongue out, then let go of Noctis. “We can use them tomorrow. Let’s go for a drive today.” 

“Sounds like an excellent plan, Prompto. I’ll drive.” Ignis offered. 

“We don’t need Prompto wrecking the car again.” Gladio tousled his hair, Prompto putting a fake pout on his face before laughing. “Let’s go get some money, boys.” 

“Let’s have a good day!” Prompto smiled, then looked up at Gladio. They shared a smile, then went back to their routine of pretending there was nothing there. Except everyone knew there was, and that was okay. 

XxX

He drops the bag on the kitchen table, and groans. “I didn’t think it would be real. I just figured it would be a silly gift. I should have just kept my mouth shut.”

“Might have been for the best.” Ignis teases him. He takes off his jacket, and sets it over one of the chairs, and picks the bag up off the table. “Shall we do this one at a time? Or should we do it all together?”

Noctis sits down on his couch, and unties his boots, pulling them off to get a little bit more comfortable. “If we do it individually, it’s going to be so awkward. But if we do it together, it might not be so bad?”

“I have a suggestion.” His blond lover pipes up, grabbing one of the chairs from the table, and sitting on it backwards, draping his arms over the top. “What if we do it in pairs? That way, we make sure it will be the best representation possible.”

A large hand drops down onto Prompto’s shoulder, Noctis watching Gladio with careful eyes. “You mean, one of us fluffs while the other stays still? That what you mean, Prom?”

“Uh…” The nervous twitch of his lover makes Noctis feel a little better, glad to see he’s not the only one having second thoughts about this.

Ignis walks over to where Noctis is sitting, holding two items from the bag. “We did buy these specifically for this experiment, did we not?” He holds up a stretchable cock ring.

“We bought that so we could all torture each other with them.” Gladio sits down on the couch next to Noctis, pulling him to be on his lap. “Come on, Princess. You can’t chicken out now. Not when this was entirely your idea. I’m with Prompto. Let’s do it in pairs.”

“Fine. I’m with Prompto, then.” He looks over at the blond, who is looking at the packaging with Ignis. “What are the steps?”

“First, we put our….well, you know, into this,” Ignis holds up the cylindrical tube. “Then, once the mold is set, we pour the melted chocolate into it. Presto - chocolate cocks.”

He groans, falling back against Gladio’s chest, as he hears the deep rich laughter from his Shield’s chest reverberating against his back. “Like I said, this is such a bad idea.”

“I think it will be fun.” Prompto stands up from the chair, and grabs two kits. “Come on, Noct. We’ll go do this in the bedroom? Then we’ll come back out here and put chocolate into them?”

“It will take about an hour for the chocolate to set.” His Adviser adjusts his glasses, a serious expression on his face.

“Then, I guess we’ll just have to do something to kill the time.” Noctis grabs onto Prompto’s hand, and starts to pull him towards his bedroom, his pants already feeling a little bit more snug as his arousal begins to grow. He looks over at Gladio and Ignis, who are both now holding a tube in their hands. “You two, don’t make a mess out here.”

“No problem, Princess.”

He shuts the bedroom door, and sees Prompto already has his pants and underwear down around his ankles, his cock semi-hard. “What do we need? We need water, don’t we?”

“Warm water, yeah.” Prompto nods, walking over to him. “Here, let me help you?”

“Are you sure this isn’t going to like...hurt us?” He asks, a little nervous, Prompto helping get the lower half of his body naked. “This is so stupid.”

“Come on, don’t you want to be able to enjoy one of our cocks as a chocolate dessert?”

The thought is very appetizing, pushing more blood to his slowly growing erection. “I can have that already - all I have to do is put some chocolate on your dicks, and lick it off.”

“Stoooop.” Prompto drops his head against his shoulder. He laughs, putting one hand on his shoulder. “Let’s get the water, yeah? Let me go get a measuring cup from the kitchen. I hope you have two.”

“I’m sure Iggy can figure out the measurements using different tools if necessary. And hurry up?”

“I will!”

They get the mold kits ready, Noctis still having doubts about this. “How am I supposed to stay…?”

“Remember these?” Prompto picks up one of the stretchable cock rings, and pulls it over the tip of Noctis’ cock. His eyes close as he groans a little, the touch of his lover’s hand making him grow a little thicker. “Maybe I should just keep touching you for a bit?” Prompto speaks against his lips, as his fingers push the band all the way down to the base.

“Mmm…. I won’t complain…” He groans a littlelower, the tightness definitely helping to keep him fully erect. “Just touch me a little more?”

“Okay, Noct.”

They wind up kissing, Prompto’s hand staying firm around his cock. He feels it pull away, then his cock is pushed into the tube, the silicon gel feeling weird around him. Prompto keeps kissing him, helping to keep him stiff as the gel sets. When the timer dings, Prompto pulls back, and helps to pull his cock out of the mold.

“Oh, wow!” He holds it up to Noctis’ head, so that he can see. “Check it out!”

“Holy shit.” He stares at the mold of his dick, wondering how good it actually is. “Guess we set this down to dry?”

“Right. An hour to dry, and then an hour for the chocolate.”

His hand goes down to Prompto’s cock, his lover already hard and ready. “Turned on by my cock mold, Prom?”

“More like I’m turned on by you in general.” His hips thrust forward, pushing his cock into Noctis’ hand more. “Think the other two are done yet?”

“Maybe.” He shrugs, the tightness of the band still around his cock making him ache in a good way. He picks up the other ring, and pulls it over Prompto’s arousal, sliding it down with his fingers. “How’s that feel?”

“Hhgnh… Good…” Blond hair falls over his face, as he leans forward. “Help me? Like I helped you?”

“Of course.”

He moves his hand up and down on his length, giving it a few good squeezes as their lips come back together for more kisses. He grabs the prepared tube, and helps Prompto push his cock into it. Their kisses continue as they wait for the timer to ding, Noctis growing hornier with every little flick of Prompto’s tongue against his own. The time passes quick, their mouths coming apart as ragged breaths leave both of them.

Noctis takes the mold off of Prompto, and looks down into it. Sure enough, it looks different than his, proving that maybe this did work after all. He sets it down next to him, and is quick to pull the ring off of his cock, then pulls it off of Prompto’s, their mouths already back together - hungry kisses shared between them as they start to jerk each other off.

“Oy, what’s going on in here?” A loud knock on the door pulls them out of their private moment. “Just do the molds, you two. We’ll play later.”

Groaning, he pulls away from Prompto, but not before sharing one more kiss, and one more simple jerk of his hand. “Fine. We’ll be right out.” He looks at Prompto, and sees him wiping his mouth, his face as flushed as he feels. “Guess we’d better head back out there.”

“I was so close…”

“I know. Me too.” He leans down, and kisses his lover on the lips. “We’ll come soon.”

“I hope so.”

He pulls his pants back on, and then heads back out to the living room, where he sees both Gladio and Ignis sitting on the couch as if nothing had transpired out here at all. “Where are your molds?”

“On the table.” Ignis nods his head towards the kitchen table. “Put yours there to dry. We’ll pour the chocolate in a half hour.”

“I thought we had to wait an hour.”

“It’ll be fine, Your Highness.”

“I trust you.”

“As well you should.” Ignis flashes him a smirk, before looking back down at his phone.

He sits down between the two older men, getting comfortable between the two of them. Prompto comes over to where they’re at, and lays across all three of their laps, with his head near Gladio, and his feet near Ignis. He pulls out his phone, and rests it on top of Prompto’s thigh. “You guys want to play a quick round?”

“Since we gotta pass the time somehow.” Gladio nods, Noctis pulling up King’s Knight on his phone. “Iggy? You in?”

“I suppose, if I must. Prompto?”

“Count me in!”

They pass the time by playing a few rounds of the game, Noctis carrying them for a few battles, then Prompto comes in second for support. Ignis gets up off the couch and heads to the table, examining the molds. His Adviser carries them into the kitchen, and begins to temper chocolate to pour into the molds, after dabbing them dry with a wet paper towel.

“The chocolate should be set in an hour. Would you care to go grab something to eat?” Ignis asks, returning over to where the three of them are, Noctis now laying against Gladio’s chest, Prompto’s head now in his lap.

Noctis perks up at the mention of food, and nods his head. “It’s better than wanting to fuck you guys, and knowing I can’t.”

“Real smooth, Noct.” Gladio replies, helping Prompto to stand up with him. “What do you say, Prom? You want to go get some food?”

“And then we can have sex? Cuz the chocolate will be set?”

“You two have a one track mind, you know that?” Gladio laughs, and nods his head. “Yeah, I’m sure we can all do that.”

Noctis looks at Ignis, who nods his head. “Yes.”

Feeling a bit better, the four of them head to a small joint down the block from his appointment, and enjoy a meal together. When the alarm on Ignis’ phone goes off, Noctis practically jumps up from the table, wanting to get home now so they can take a look at their experiment. He hears him sigh, but doesn’t care, seeing Prompto is just as excited as he is. He grabs his lover’s hand, and the two of them charge out of the restaurant - at a reasonable speed - Noctis tempted to use his warp abilities to get home faster. But instead, he just walks fast, the two of them getting there, with both Ignis and Gladio trailing behind them.

Ignis pulls the molds out of the fridge once they get upstairs. Noctis stares at the way he moves, and licks his lips. “How are we doing this? Do we have to guess which cock is whose?”

“Princess, if you don’t know what our cocks look like after having your mouth on them often, then you may have a problem.”

Cheeks burning, he crosses his arms over his chest and glares at Gladio. “I’d say the same for you.”

“Oh, I’m pretty sure I’ll know whose dick is whose.”

“Go sit over on the couch. I’ll bring them over.” There’s a smirk on Ignis’ lips, the look going straight to Noctis’ crotch.

He sits on the couch, and pulls Prompto to sit on his lap, the two of them waiting anxiously for Ignis to come over with their chocolate treats. He sees them laid out on a plate, his mouth dropping open at how realistic the molds came out. “Oh my Gods.”

“They look so real!” Prompto reaches for one, and picks it up. “Ignis, your cock is so beautiful, even in chocolate form.”

“Thank you, Prompto.” Noctis looks up, and sees a pleased smile on Ignis’ face. He reaches for one, Noctis’ cheeks becoming flushed again as he sees which one he’s holding up. “I must say, Noctis - yours turned out quite well.”

Grabbing the largest mold off the tray, he lifts it up and looks at it. “Wow, Gladio. I know you’re thick, but holy shit.” The thickness of the mold makes his mouth water. His eyes go to the chocolate cock that Gladio picks up, impressed by how well Prompto’s turned out.

“Do we lick them? Bite them?” Prompto asks, holding the chocolate cock up to his lips.

“Please, do not bite.” Noctis groans, shaking his head. Feeling somewhat warm, he looks over and sees Ignis is already licking at the tip of his chocolate cock. It’s almost as if he can feel Ignis’ tongue licking his actual genitalia, the way his tongue sweeps over the head of his mold making him audibly groan. “Fuck, Ignis…”

“I wanna lick Gladdy’s…” Prompto licks Ignis’ a few times, before lowering it down to lean over towards Noctis. “Let’s lick it together?”

Noctis holds it up between the two of them, his tongue darting out to lick at the chocolate. He slides it up to the tip, meeting Prompto’s tongue along the way, sharing a kiss with him as they lick the chocolate more. He hears Gladio release a muffled low moan, the noise making him turn his head to the side to see him licking both Prompto’s chocolate cock, and apparently Ignis’ actual cock, as his Adviser has taken it out of his slacks to feed it to his Shield.

“No fair,” He speaks low, pulling the chocolate away from his mouth. He pushes it against Prompto’s lips, always loving how the blond takes the girthier man’s cock like a champ. “I want to suck on the real thing too.”

“Come get it, then.” Ignis murmurs, pulling the chocolate he’d been licking, putting it down near Gladio’s cock. “Let’s see you lick yourself, Your Highness.”

Blushing, he moves off the couch with Prompto, who’s now on his knees with him. He makes his way over to where Gladio is sitting, and pulls his cock out of his pants, the musk of his body hitting him full force as he lowers his head to lick the tip. Turning his head, he licks his own chocolate cock, having an existential crisis, as he can taste Ignis’ spit on it - a hint of coffee left behind by his tongue. He returns his head to Gladio’s cock, and pulls it into his mouth, Prompto now behind him, allowing him to keep feeding him the chocolate version of what he’s sucking on by holding it over his shoulder.

He feels something wet touch his ass, expecting it to be Prompto’s cock, but the tip is girthier than that. He moans in appreciation, pushing back to feel more of Ignis’ cock, as the blond has moved away from him, and is now straddling Gladio’s thighs, his cock towards Noctis’ face. He puts his hands underneath Prompto’s thigh, grabbing onto Gladio, then puts his other on top of Prompto’s thigh, and lowers his face to lick at the cock now pushing into Prompto’s body. He moans loud, the burn of Ignis’ cock penetrating him making the pleasure spike in his body, as his tongue rubs along both Prompto’s rim and the base of Gladio’s cock.

Fingers tug on his hair, lifting him away, and place his head to be close to Prompto’s cock, pulling it into his mouth with a satisfied moan, every thrust Ignis makes inside of his body urging him forward more.

“Doesn’t Prompto taste good, Noctis?” Ignis whispers into his ear, causing him to moan low. “Better than the chocolate?”

Nodding his head fast, his head follows the movements Gladio sets, as he pushes his hips back to meet each thrust of Ignis’ hips. Being fucked like this, this is what he’d been looking forward to since making the mold, the need to be physical with his lovers finally quelling the horniness that has been building inside of him all afternoon. He feels Ignis touch his cock, a soft whine leaving his throat as he doesn’t know if he wants to feel more of his cock or of his hand. Ignis takes the guesswork out for him, as does Gladio, who starts to ram deep inside of Prompto, the sounds the blond is making spreading warmth throughout his entire body. He grips both thighs tight, and feels his orgasm hit, the tip of Ignis’ cock hitting him right where it counts, pushing him over the edge. He feels the warmth of Prompto’s release begin to shoot down his throat, swallowing it greedily as he listens to him come. A low moan sounds near his ear, letting him know that Ignis has also found his euphoria, the rush of his orgasm coating his inner walls with a satisfied moan. A low guttural moan sounds from Gladio, another sharp whine leaving Prompto’s throat as the larger man fills him up with his release, the noise sending a jolt down Noctis’ body.

It takes him a few moments to recover, his cheek resting against Prompto’s thigh, as he tries to take deep breaths. He grunts low, closing the gap between his legs so that nothing spills out onto his floor, waiting for Ignis to return to help properly clean them up. A few gentle touches later, and he’s resting with his back against the couch, his hand holding onto Prompto’s chocolate cock with a smile on his face.

“So, should we just put these in the freezer? Use them when we really want to tease someone?” He asks, taking another lick of the treat, before handing it back to Ignis, who returns it to the plate.

“I think that is a marvelous idea.” His Adviser goes into the kitchen, and puts the entire plate into the freezer, then walks back over to them. “Who fancies a quick go in the shower?”

“And in the bed?” Prompto asks, still resting against Gladio, a look of bliss on his face. “And then the shower again?”

Noctis laughs, and stands up. “Come on, you horndog. Let’s go get riled up again.”