#ofshieldedflame

When he’d returned Noctis was in a bad way, laying on the floor and panting harshly. He wanted to say that Gladio’s ability to tie him into what had to be one of the most humiliating positions he’d ever been in. Hands were tied behind his back, and he’d managed to push himself against one of the beds in the hopes he could catch his binds on something and work them loose. Judging by his sound the other made, he was not impressed, rolling him away from the bed and sitting himself in one of the chairs in the room. For the longest time he said nothing, staring at Noctis as he writhed on the floor in an attempt to actually free himself before saying something. And when he did, it sent a jolt of adrenaline and lust through the prince that only his shield could manage to get from him.

He wanted him to kneel, and the prince took only a moment to think and comply. As quick as he could manage he rolled to his knees, walking his way across the carpeting like that. Gladio, for his part, gave a chuckle and made short work of his own pants, undoing the button and zipper that held them on muscled legs and pushing them down only so far to release his straining erection. Noctis needed no instruction, lapping at his shaft a moment before struggling to take it into his mouth without the use of his hands.

It would never be the taste he enjoyed, salty tang from sweat and just the texture of skin, he could get past, but the bitterness that came with the pre-come hitting his tongue would always have him gagging at first, before reflexes took over and his throat relaxed. That was what he’d waited for, feeling Noctis take just a bit more than he had been before his massive hand came to rest at the back of his head, curling into his hair and pushing him against the skin of his groin. At the very least he knew better than to move immediately after, holding his head flush and groaning at the feeling of the prince’s throat constricting around him.

Noctis’ reprieve didn’t last long, being dragged off him before he was pushed back down. It was an act he had to get back in the mindset of, relaxing so that he didn’t choke while he served his shield. All he needed to do was breath and stay still, and with any luck he’d be rewarded. He would get a treat later, but for now he was content to remain on his knees.

A groan from Gladio drew him back, pulled back down flush to him a moment before the massive man started bucking up, holding his head still as he fucked into his mouth with reckless abandon. Rapid fire thrusts and moans turned into sharp and bruising ones, before he was crushed against him and a hot load was released into his mouth. He swallowed as much as he could, tongue working at the underside of his cock and keeping as much of his seed as he could manage in his mouth. But for all his work, he couldn’t keep it all, and the moment he pulled out saliva and cum dripped down his chin and fell in heavy drops to the floor. Enough to keep his sir interested, as his hands were freed and he was allowed to stand long enough to strip him of his clothing.

The second he was free of everything, he was pushed to the chair that just a moment ago the other had been occupying, crouched on it with hands on the back of the seat in preparation for what was sure to be a bruising session of lust and lessons. It was worth it, and exactly what the prince had been aiming for when he’d given his shield half of a blowjob in the car one day that week as well as when he’d been sure to grid his ass against the other’s groin. 

Worth every second, especially as he heard the unmistakable sound of the lube’s cap opening. He wasn’t prepared for just how roughly Gladio shoved fingers into him, not starting with one but immediately jumping to two and drawing a wail out of the monarch. It’d hurt a little, not that he’d minded because he knew the other would never cause him actual harm, but for an unprepared body, the two digits had him moaning and pushing back against the hand.

Only for it to withdraw when he did.

When he stilled they would come back, and it only took a few more tries before he learned that he wasn’t to seek out his pleasure. Staying as still as he could manage, Noctis let Gladio prepare him, fingers roughly jammed right up to the knuckle and scissored apart, intentionally avoiding the spot that would have him crumpling. Two weren’t the end of it though, a pause to allow him to grow used to the feeling, before he added another. More than he’d tried before, and it his eyes watering, begging in no uncertain terms, “Please sir! Punish me please. I did wrong, please sir...”

He won out in the end, being divested of his fingers before he felt the familiar weight of Gladio behind him, pressing barely against his twitching entrance. He went no further though, leaning over his pet instead and pulling harshly on his hair. ‘What do you want me to do, prince? Tell me what you want.’

He tried to force his hand, thrusting backwards only to miss his mark and nearly slide knees off the chair. It earned him a rough tug on his hair, with a growl from the other. “F-fuck me sir... I want you to fuck me like you mean it. Make me yours, and fill me please.”

Not a moment passed before Gladio slammed into him, using the moment that his mouth opened to voice his pleasure to shove fingers in. The pace was brutal, each thrust pushing him forward until he was pushed all the way against the chair. He knew where to hit, how hard to thrust to catch the spot that would set off the prince and he was sure to hit it each time he pushed forward. Would that he be given the chance to come, but his other hand had snaked around his nude hips to grab painfully at the base of his cock, enough pressure to have him crying out at the unfairness of it all, while avoiding biting down on the hand that had wedged open his mouth.

It was what he wanted, feeling Gladio’s erratic drives into his warmth, stretching his insides around the shaft he could by no means get enough of. It felt so good, so much so that he was drooling despite himself and moaning like he was some common lay. Every noise he made had his lover ramming into him harder, drawing more shrieks and cries out of him. It was a drug for both of them, and one they couldn’t ignore.

Noctis knew that he was getting close by how uneven his rhythm was, sometimes fast and shallow and other times hard and punishingly slow. One such thrust was especially hard, hands moving to hold down on his hips while he pushed up into the crown prince like he could reach further if he only just tried, groaning as he came again and released his seed. Would that he had allowed his sub to join him, but they were not done for the evening yet, the shield taking just a moment to regain his breath, before he moved them.

Making sure that he did not slide free of Noctis, he moved them both to the bed and sat himself up against the headboard, spreading Noctis’ legs wide and giving a violent thrust, setting a slow pace. Every single one had the prince screaming his name, and had he not wrapped ankles around his own legs and held onto his arms, he likely would have squirmed until he’d been face down on the bed. But as it was he had no escape, impaled on his girth and wanting nothing more than to be allowed to find his release. He knew better, though there was no hand preventing it, he knew better than to come without permission.

All he could do was sit there, allow him to fuck into his hole until he was satisfied, which he seemed intent on dragging out as long as possible. He would stop, holding him close as Gladio came back down from his release before starting again, always sure to lay hands on Noctis’ own erection and stroke him to keep his toy excited until he started again. What couldn’t have been any more than a score of minutes felt like an eternity of torture to him, until lazy thrusts came accompanied with a whisper.

‘Come with me. I want to hear you scream my name so everyone in the motel knows who fucks you right.’

It was all he could do to nod, his name falling from untouched lips as he was again used as a sleeve for him, held down hard enough that there would be bruises on his hips come morning, but not caring in the slightest. All he cared for was the hot wash of Gladio’s release hitting him, his own white hot pleasure drawing his shield’s name in a scream from his lips as he twitched. White ropes of his own come hit his stomach, clenching down on Gladio as his lover, his shield waits for him to come down enough to move them.

While Noctis would have liked nothing more than to roll over and sleep as he was, his muscle bound guardian knew that cleaning now meant less issue later. Through his post sex haze Noctis only remembered part of it, though he didn’t need to know every step so much as knowing that the amount of care he was given showed just how much the other knew what it took out of him. He was cradled in strong arms and taken care of, small kisses pressed to his temple and hair.

The next he knew, he was laying under the covers of the other bed, Gladio putting distance between what they’d done on one side and what they would do on the other. Despite the ferocity with which Gladio had taken him, he knew that there had never been danger, the man was kind and gentle when they were done, aware of how easily he could have taken it too far. It was that thought that had him sitting up, wincing slightly as his strained muscles made themselves known.

Five second was all it took for him to find the other, stripping out of soiled clothing and pulling the smaller man into his arms. Another kiss, square on the lips that had Noctis melting against him, followed by more on his shoulders and neck. It was that, the actions of praise and affection that he was given that had him slipping into blissful sleep, clean and satisfied like he hadn’t been for some time.