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Susie flops onto the couch and settles in, sighing contentedly. Kris sits next to her and lays their head in her lap, smiling when she ruffles their hair affectionately with a large hand. "Yo Kris," Susie says suddenly "do you smell apples?" Kris shakes their head, stifling a giggle. They'd recently picked up an apple-scented shampoo, knowing that Susie really likes apples, and they'd been waiting for the right opportunity to use it.

Susie sniffs the air a bit and snorts in amusement when she realizes the source of the scent. "Dude, *you* smell like apples! Apple perfume or something?" Kris smiles broadly and shakes their head, fluffing their hair with one hand. "New shampoo? Sick" Susie replies, grinning at them. "I can't lie though," she says "you smell way too delicious now. And your head is small enough to fit in my mouth."

If Gladio didn't know better, he'd say Ignis has been trying to flirt with him lately.

It's been a couple of months since the guys left Insomnia, and today's a day like any other. They've decided to stay at the Leville tonight since they were already near Lestallum, and Ignis decides to pay for a second room this time. Noctis raises an eyebrow at that but doesn't react further, probably just guessing that Ignis wanted to get away from Gladio's snoring for once. They all head up together, going to the same room to play cards and talk as usual before heading to bed. Noctis falls asleep early, quickly followed by Prompto, so Ignis decides to invite Gladio to his room to continue playing. Things were going exactly as planned.

Ignis closes the door behind himself, Gladio going to pull two of the chairs around to face the table, and takes a deep breath. He wasn't expecting this opportunity to present itself so soon, but he wasn't going to pass it up. He takes the box of cards from his back pocket and walks toward the table, feeling Gladio's eyes on him. Ignis sits down and pulls out the cards, about to shuffle, when Gladio speaks. "You've been acting real weird lately." Ignis startles a bit at the comment. "I'm not sure what you mean." Gladio snorts at that, leaning forward out of his chair and bracing his hands on the table. "You think I haven't noticed how you've been acting? It ain't normal for you, Iggy. What's going on with you?" Ignis sets the cards down and doesn't meet Gladio's eyes. "Quite honestly, I'm not sure myself." Gladio exhales suddenly and stands, walks over to Ignis, and puts the back of his hand against Ignis' forehead, startling him. "You don't feel warm, so you're probably not sick." Gladio's expression is a mix of concern and stubborn irritation. Suddenly Ignis is in the air, lifted in a bridal carry, and blushes bright red as soon as he processes what's just happened. "Gladio! Put me down this instant!" Gladio doesn't listen, walking over to one of the beds and gently tossing Ignis onto it, making him even more flustered. "We can't have the only competent driver and chef of the group off his A-game" Gladio says, turning away from Ignis to dim the lights. Ignis just stares in his direction, completely surprised by the change in attitude. He never would've imagined Gladio of all people as the caring type, but the change is a welcome one. Gladio walks back over to Ignis and sits on the bed by his knees, looking towards his face. "You get some sleep. Since the others are already sound out I'll stay here tonight and look after you. You don't have a choice, Iggy, sorry." Ignis sighs, sits up, slips his shoes off, and rolls onto his side, facing away from Gladio. Silence falls on the room, and Gladio keeps his promise of watching over Ignis.

Eventually Ignis falls asleep for a little while, but he's restless, unable to sleep comfortably in his clothes but too self-conscious to strip in front of Gladio. He rolls over and sees Gladio reading in the dim light, bent over his book at an odd angle. "You'll strain your eyes, Gladio" Ignis says, causing Gladio to lift his head from his book and smile softly at Ignis before catching himself and putting the usual expressionless mask back on. "I didn't realize you were still awake" Gladio says, closing the book and setting it down on the bed. "I dozed off for a moment. I'm afraid sleep won't come easy as long as I am clothed" Ignis says, hoping Gladio would get the hint and turn away long enough for him to get undressed. Instead, Gladio gets up and walks the few paces to the head of the bed, reaching to unbutton Ignis' shirt. Ignis' cheeks flush immediately and he grabs Gladio's wrists, firmly but weak enough that Gladio can still move enough to undo the first button. "Gladio, what has gotten into you? Cease this madness immediately!" Gladio stares straight down at Ignis and says flatly "you talked in your sleep." Ignis' ears blush bright red now too, immediately understanding what Gladio meant, and he glances away and quietly replies "oh." Gladio starts on the second button and Ignis loosens his grip on Gladio's wrists, turning his face away from Gladio's and looking at his strong torso instead. Ignis can smell the sweat on Gladio, and for once it's not as offensive to his senses as it usually is, which surprises him. Ignis instinctively inhales deeply, surprising himself and Gladio, but neither comments.

Gladio finishes unbuttoning Ignis' shirt and tosses his book onto the nightstand, starting on Ignis' belt with one hand, the other bracing against the mattress. Ignis tries to push Gladio's hand out of the way so he can undo his belt himself, but Gladio takes his wrists in his free hand and pins them against Ignis' chest without looking. Gladio finishes with Ignis' belt quickly, then undoes the button and zipper just as fast, hooking his fingers under the waistband. "Gladio, I can handle it from here. That's enough." Ignis pushes against Gladio's hand, trying to get his wrists loose, but Gladio doesn't let go. "It's cute seeing you put up a fight. Unfortunately, it won't work. You've already shown your hand" Gladio says, amused. In an instant Ignis' pants are halfway down his legs, and Gladio releases his wrists, walking to the foot of the bed to finish taking his pants off.

Ignis covers the lower half of his face with one hand to hide his flushed cheeks, looking away from Gladio and trying to figure out how to regain control of the situation. Unfortunately for him, it doesn't look like Gladio is going to relinquish control, and Ignis knows that. Gladio catches him lost in thought, gently pulling the cuffs of his pants over his ankles then all the way off, tossing them away onto the other bed. Ignis still isn't looking at him, so Gladio smirks softly and gives one of Ignis' thighs a squeeze, digging his short fingernails into the sensitive flesh. Ignis reacts immediately, wincing and gripping the sheet tightly in his free hand. He catches Gladio's smirk and props himself up on his elbows, meeting Gladio's gaze. "Gladio, quite honestly, I have no idea what I'm doing. I don't know what's come over me, and I... I need your help. Please." Ignis sounds a bit afraid, tired, maybe resigned. Gladio comes around the edge of the bed and steps closer to Ignis' thighs, leaning forward and kissing the nearest one gently, making Ignis gasp in surprise and pull his leg away. Gladio laughs softly and stands up, repositioning so he can lean over Ignis and look into his eyes, his strong arms bracing against the mattress and walling Ignis in. "I know the look you've been giving me, Iggy" Gladio says, shifting his weight so he can brush a stray hair out of Ignis' face. "You've been looking at me the way Prompto used to. You want something you're not letting yourself have, and it's starting to become obvious to everyone. It was only a matter of time. You ready?"

Gladio leans down and his lips meet Ignis' neck, making whatever reply Ignis had vanish in a soft moan. Gladio has Ignis completely submissive, at his mercy, and he can tell this is something Ignis has been wanting desperately for months. Gladio shifts his weight and trails a hand down Ignis' torso to the waistband of his boxers, hooking a finger under it and pulling upward, allowing it to snap back against Ignis' sensitive flesh. Ignis' hips involuntarily roll upward against Gladio, catching the side of his hip, and Gladio chuckles against his neck. Gladio pulls away, Ignis looking disappointed until Gladio climbs onto the bed and pauses at Ignis' waist, kissing his stomach and hooking a couple fingers back under his boxers waistband. Gladio looks up at him like a shy puppy as his kisses trail closer to Ignis' underwear, and Ignis gasps and fists the sheets when Gladio gently bites the tip of his slowly hardening cock through his boxers. Gladio nuzzles his face against Ignis' length, closing his eyes and inhaling deeply, his nose pressed into the fabric. Ignis squirms under him, trying to stay quiet, but Gladio begins kissing and licking him through his underwear and the sensation is almost overwhelming. It was filthy, Ignis knew it couldn't smell very pleasant down there as it had been a few days since any of them had been able to wash their clothes, but Gladio seemed intoxicated by the scent, continuing to rub his face against Ignis and moaning softly. In spite of himself, Ignis can feel the arousal blooming in his stomach and flooding his groin, his cock hardening more and more until it begins to tent his underwear. Gladio eagerly but delicately pulls off Ignis' boxers, immediately taking Ignis' length into his mouth and bobbing his head with practiced skill, making Ignis moan softly. The change surprised Ignis, but it wasn't the least bit upsetting. Seeing Gladio come apart like this because of him was a treat, and Ignis was careful to not miss a single crumb. He smiles softly at Gladio, almost the way a parent would at their child, and lets a moan escape his lips as he puts a slender hand on Gladio's head, keeping him there. Gladio's eyes flutter closed and he takes Ignis completely into his mouth, his tongue sliding back and forth across the base of Ignis' shaft. It's not enough to make Ignis reach orgasm, not even close, but Gladio's clearly enjoying himself and that alone is enough to make Ignis happy.

It's not long until Gladio's eyelids flutter half-open and his eyes roll back in his head, moaning loudly around Ignis' cock. Ignis' heart leaps excitedly in his chest. Had Gladio just orgasmed without even touching himself? "Gladio?" Ignis says softly, tangling his fingers in Gladio's hair and gently pulling him off so that he can breathe easily. Gladio doesn't react, the apparent intensity of his orgasm completely overwhelming him, and Ignis sits up and scoots slightly further down the bed so that he can lay Gladio's head in his lap. Gladio's hair brushes against Ignis' still-hard shaft, and the feeling makes him shudder slightly. Ignis sighs as he looks down at Gladio, the unmoving larger man's head cradled lovingly in his lap. This was not how he had hoped his first time with Gladio would go, but it pleased him nonetheless. Ignis strokes Gladio's hair, watching himself slowly soften, and sighs again. He was going to have to drag Gladio away again soon, next time keeping his face far away from Ignis' underwear.

Normal late night, Prompto and Noctis are hanging out at Noctis' apartment and playing video games because the arcade closed for the day. Noctis, being the prince and somewhat spoiled, has the nicest controllers, including some semi-realistic gun controllers for the various shooting games he and Prompto like to play. Everything was normal... until Prompto kissed the barrel of the controller.

"Did you just-" Noctis stares at Prompto, confused and weirdly turned on. Prompto turns to him, also confused, and then realizes what he just did. "Ah shit did I just do that? I'm really sorry man I don-" Noctis cuts him off "no it's fine, uh. It just surprised me." Prompto looks Noctis over without thinking, noticing that his pants seem a tad tighter than earlier. "Uh-huh..." Prompto raises an eyebrow at him. "So if I kiss the barrel again after kicking your ass next round, you won't stare at me?" Noctis blushes a bit and turns back to the screen, hoping Prompto didn't notice, and says "nah. And who says you'll win?" Prompto predictably beats him again and this time presses his lips to the barrel and holds them there for a moment, curiously side-eyeing Noctis. Noctis swallows a whimper, his heart thudding in his chest and his pants getting even tighter. Prompto definitely notices this time, dragging the pistol-shaped controller's barrel slowly across his lips and down his neck. "Man, if I didn't know better I'd think you were into this" Prompto jokes, sounding a little breathless. Noctis considers his options, his eyes glued to his best friend. "What if I am?" Noctis asks in a whisper, fighting back a moan. Prompto grins, hearing exactly what he was hoping to hear, and replies "if you are, I guess I should stop using this controller." Noctis almost chokes at the thought, desperate and uncontrollably horny now. "If you stop using that controller I'll- I'll..." Noctis tries to sound threatening but it fails, his voice too quiet and too weak to sound anything more than desperate. Prompto sets the controller down and scoots closer to Noctis, and Noctis notices that he's breathing heavier than normal. Prompto puts his lips close to Noctis' ear and asks in a whisper "what will you do if I stop?" Noctis feels like his body's been electrified, everything Prompto does sending little shockwaves through him. "Just... don't stop" Noctis says breathlessly, turning towards Prompto and hoping he doesn't look as desperate as he feels.

In an instant, Prompto's on him, pushing Noctis onto his back and pressing one of his wrists into the seat cushion behind his head. They're both breathing heavy, both warm and starting to sweat. The scent of their deodorants mixes with their breath and it's intoxicating. Video game music still plays from the tv, and the energetic victory song just makes their hearts pound harder. "Is it the gun you're interested in," Prompto asks "or the way I handle it?" Noctis shifts under Prompto uncomfortably and pants out "it's you, it's just you." Prompto smirks at him and reaches back for the controller, putting the barrel against Noctis' throat. "Is it really *just* me?" Prompto asks, his tone and demeanor completely different from his usual bubbly self. Noctis doesn't answer, extremely turned on and a little intimidated. Noctis swallows, feeling the controller against his throat, and Prompto presses it down a little harder. "So you're telling me that if this was a real pistol," Prompto slides the tip up to Noctis' chin and holds it there "you wouldn't be even more turned on?" Noctis' eyes roll back at just the thought of the cold metal of a real gun against his skin, the threat of it going off even though he knows Prompto wouldn't mess around with a loaded gun. "Mm, I don't think it's just me, Noct" Prompto teases, pressing the muzzle a bit harder against Noctis' chin. Prompto turns off the controller to prevent unwanted inputs, and points it at Noctis' forehead. "You're such a freak, Noct" Prompto says, moving his hand from Noctis' wrist to Noctis' belt and beginning to undo it. Noctis twitches under Prompto, knowing, or at least thinking he knows, what's about to happen, and lets a moan escape his lips. Prompto's eyes gleam with an almost evil look as he starts to pull off Noctis' pants with one hand, leaving his own clothes untouched. Noctis is too horny to notice or care, his hands running along Prompto's shoulders and arm. "Prom" Noctis practically moans his name, sending a delightful rush of arousal through Prompto. Prompto sets the controller down again, making Noctis whine in protest, and pulls off Noctis' boxers too. "Noct," Prompto says, his tone confident and assertive "you're lucky I came prepared." Prompto produces a small roll of condoms and a travel-size bottle of lube from his pocket. Now Noctis notices that Prompto's still fully clothed, about to protest when he sees Prompto reach for the controller again. Noctis' stomach twists into extremely aroused, deeply confused knots as Prompto unwraps a condom with his teeth and slides it over the barrel of the controller. "Thought you might like to try something new" Prompto says casually, like he might as he hands Noctis a new style of shirt or a video game. Noctis, lost to arousal and completely desperate, whines and grabs at Prompto, touching everywhere he can reach. Prompto frowns at him slightly, swatting his hands away and again aiming the condomed muzzle of the pistol controller directly at his head, saying "I wouldn't do that." A wave of fear and arousal crashes over Noctis, causing him to moan pathetically as he drips precum. "That's better" Prompto praises, lifting Noctis' legs over his shoulders and positioning the prince so that his entrance is within easy reach.

Prompto stares down at Noctis, looking him over and taking in the beautiful, delicious sight of his best friend, usually the dominant one, completely desperate and at his mercy. He opens the bottle of lube and drips some onto the controller, which he then uses to lube Noctis' entrance. Noctis is begging now, whimpering and pleading for Prompto to just put it in and stop teasing him. And suddenly, Noctis gets his wish. In an instant the barrel of the controller is shoved inside him, the unusual angle causing more pain than he's used to which makes him gasp and cry out. Prompto laughs wickedly and twists the fake pistol inside of Noctis, drawing out another loud moan and gasp from the desperate prince. Prompto can tell he's getting close to the edge, his eyes getting that hazy, unfocused look they always do when he's about to cum. An idea pops into Prompto's mind, making him chuckle and reach for Noctis' discarded controller. He aims the second at Noctis' head again, beginning to thrust gently with the first. Noctis' mind melts from the sensation, not even trying to hold back his moans and whimpers anymore, until finally Prompto mimics the motion of cocking the hammer, sending him over the edge.

Noctis' orgasm crashes over him in waves, his whole body shaking as he cries out and grabs at Prompto to ground himself. Prompto sets down Noctis' controller and reaches for his hands, immediately swapping back to his usual self. "Woah, Noct, you're alright. It's okay, I've got ya" Prompto reassures him, gently pulling his controller out and setting it on the coffee table. One hand now free, Prompto carefully untangles himself from Noctis' shaking legs and pulls him into a hug. "I've got you, Noct. Easy." Slowly, Noctis begins to come down from his climax, still shaking and whimpering a bit but breathing somewhat normally and shaking a little less. "Holy shit" Noctis says quietly, wrapping his arms around Prompto and pressing his face into his best friend's shoulder. "You okay?" Prompto asks, genuine concern for his friend's well-being fully overriding his earlier sadistic attitude. "Yeah," Noctis answers quietly, still trying to ground himself "yeah I'm okay." Prompto hugs him a little tighter and breathes in deeply, inhaling Noctis' scent. "You worried me for a minute there. I don't think you've ever, y'know, reached for me like that before." Noctis laughs lightly and replies "I don't think I've ever had an orgasm that intense before." Noctis turns slightly and gently bites Prompto's shoulder, making the blonde moan quietly in surprise. "Noct, I don't think that's a good idea" Prompto pulls back from him and puts a hand on his chest. Noctis looks a little sad, but he knows Prompto's right. He's still recovering, he shouldn't initiate a second round just yet. "I'll text my parents and tell them I'm staying here tonight." Prompto says, turning away to grab his phone "I don't want to leave you alone after that."

Noctis is pleasantly surprised at how protective his friend is suddenly being, not expecting this sort of behavior from him, but finding it deeply attractive. Noctis almost asks Prompto to stay forever, but he knows that's not an option. Once Prompto is sure Noctis is stable enough to be alone for a bit, he gets up and goes to dispose of the condom and get water and a damp cloth for Noctis, as well as a comfortable set of clothes. Noctis' mind wanders a bit, having been left alone, and he wonders how he managed to get so lucky. His attractive, nerdy best friend is as much of a freak as he is, and genuinely loves him, too. Noctis is thinking about how to ask him out when Prompto returns, setting the water down on the table and handing Noctis the towel. "Uh oh," Prompto says, his eyes darting over Noctis' face "You have your thinking face on." Noctis picks up the water and turns away from Prompto, leaning back against the couch. "Question for you, Prompto" he says, taking a sip. "Um sure, what's up?" Prompto sounds nervous, as he often does when Noctis starts having deep thoughts. "Are you dating anyone?" Prompto seems surprised at the question, looking confusedly at Noctis. "No, why? I thought it was pretty obvious that I'm not dating? No one's interested in me anyway, not like that." Noctis keeps looking away from him, still holding the glass of water. "Not no one." Prompto tilts his head at Noctis like a confused puppy, searching Noctis' face for an explanation. "What do you mean?" Noctis turns to him, his expression serious and almost regal. "Be my boyfriend." Prompto looks confused for a moment, thinking surely he misheard, but Noctis keeps looking at him, the same way he looks at a weapon he wants to add to his collection. Noctis wants *him*. "I- oh, um-" Prompto says, flustered, the request catching him off-guard. "Ah sorry," Noctis says hurriedly, his expression softening "you don't have to. I just, you're always good to me and I-" Prompto cuts him off, saying "no it's okay. It just... surprised me." Prompto smiles at Noctis, taking Noctis' free hand in his. "Sure." Noctis looks confused. "Sure?" Prompto laughs brightly and replies "sure, let's date. I'm honestly surprised you didn't ask sooner." Noctis looks relieved, bringing Prompto's hands to his lips and kissing them gently. "Hey, Prompto" Noctis stares directly into his eyes, the way he does when he's about to say something important. "Yeah?" Noctis smiles softly and says "I love you." Prompto blushes and laughs softly, excited and warm from the suddenness of it all, and whispers "I love you too, Noct."