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Prompto buries his face further into Noctis' chest. He even brings up his legs, wanting to curl his entire being into the heat of his lover. The royal usually runs hotter than most despite his cold appearance. Right now he feels like a pleasant molten lava that sinks into Prompto’s loose bones. Noctis has no issue with their new situation. His own octopus-like grip tightens around the blonde’s entire body. Dislodging them would be like breaking up a complex puzzle. The mere idea is almost heartbreaking for the blonde in this state. He makes a small noise, trying to get impossibly closer to Noctis.
It wasn’t very often they were able to smoke together. Noctis has too many eyes on him at all times. The tabloids would go insane if their beloved prince was tainted by something even as simple as weed. Prompto, while having much more freedom, had to be careful as well. The crown guard and those in training had to be regularly drugged tested to ensure the safety of the royal family. The last thing Prompto wanted was to endanger Noctis, least of all because of a laced gummy bear. Their different schedules did not help their situation. However, tonight was planned well in advance and something they had never done before.
Noctis releases his arms from the human cocoon that he made. He starts rubbing his hands up and down Prompto’s back. The movement is a slow drag but the blonde shivers at the touch. He can feel that heat through his sleep shirt (actually just one of Gladio’s). The shearing temperature makes his stomach burn hot. Weed always did make him horny. Prompto knows it does the same to Noctis.
The night is going exactly as planned.
The blonde feels his body start to occasionally tremble. The drug makes him feel wobbly and hazy, but his limbs feel pleasantly heavy at the same time. Prompto has no desire to move. He thinks for a second he couldn’t even if he tried. The weed rids any urgency. The young men are usually too eager when paired up with each other. There is no rush to progress now. He is content to stay in Noctis’s strong arms. He could close his eyes and fall asleep. However, he is much more interested in staying awake and embracing the wonderful state of total relaxation and building arousal.
“Prompto,” Noctis calls out in a whisper, “Kiss me?”
The sharpshooter untucks his face from the prince’s chest. Their lips practically melt together as they kiss slowly. The rhythm ebbs and flows. They hardly pull apart. Prompto wouldn’t bear it. Dramatically, he thinks that if Noctis and him were to separate he would surely die. Noctis is the air he breathes— the taste of smoke on the boy’s tongue, the feel of his naked chest. He clogs all of Prompto’s senses and rids his mind of any outside thoughts.
“I love you,” Noctis manages to mumble before smacking their lips back together, not allowing the younger boy to respond. The blonde pours all the love he feels into their kiss in response. It is sloppy and wet with passion. Prompto has always been eager to please— the need only heightened under the influence. Prompto didn't even realize he had wrapped his legs around Noctis and started rocking his hips.
“I want you so bad,” Noctis starts to ramble as he begins grinding back softly, “I want to touch you everywhere… would fuse us together if I could.”
The prince always went on these possessive tangents when they got high. He rattles on about how he wishes he and Prompto could be slotted together every second of the day. He wishes aloud that their bodies were one, pieced together forever and ever— inhaling and exhaling each other's air and becoming their own little atmosphere. He says the same to their other loves, always greedy with them knowing none of them can deny him.
Panting softly Prompto manages to respond, “Want that too—want whatever you want, always”.
“No,” Noctis scolds so incredibly soft with that slight rasp of his, “What you like matters to me. Tell me what you need.”
“Kiss me again,” Prompto says shyly. His brain feels fuzzy. Those large dark blue eyes stare at him in awe. It makes him feel just a bit embarrassed. He has always struggled to voice his desires, but the weed strips his usual armor of humor. He yearns to curl back into Noctis suddenly just as much to feel his lips once more. It’s conflicting but not unpleasantly so. Everything has a floating sensation around him due to the drug.
He lets the royal have the reins as his mind goes peacefully quiet as Noctis’s plush lips touch his own once more. Their pace remains just like before, their sloppy kisses and grinding. Prompto thinks for a second he might have never been happier than this moment.
All he can think of is NoctisNoctisNoctis. It is a liberating feeling that he gets lost in. Neither of them hears a certain advisor enter the room till he speaks.
“Aren’t you two a lovely sight.” Ignis’ voice is a seductive purr, full of elegance and polite swagger. Behind him comes heavy footsteps from an unmistakable shield and a low whistle of approval. The sounds of their lovers make the two preen under the attention. Prompto gets a dopey smile on his face.
“Hi Iggy. Hi Gladio.” The blonde says happily. He feels like his heart is full of joy. He could go right up to the two older men and hug them tightly, but that would mean he would have to leave Noctis's warm embrace. He dismisses the idea immediately.
“Hello, darlings.” Ignis replies sweetly. He takes his jacket off and folds it nicely. Gladio has no such manners. He rips off his belt and throws it somewhere across the room. He jumps into the bed, causing his smaller lovers to bounce due to the weight of him. The sharpshooter finds the opposite behavior of his boyfriends unusually adorable. The high makes everything normal feel more amusing, more endearing. Prompto giggles into the small space between him and Noctis. The prince responds with his own laugh, even though there is nothing particularly funny. It catches on between them for several minutes.
“How much did you two smoke?” Gladio asks. He could smell the signature scent of weed before they walked into the room. It was pungent but the type of smell of a high quality plant. One of the blunts they rolled earlier sits on the bedside table. He reaches over and lights it, taking a long drag of it.
It seems like their plan just got a lot more interesting.
“I don’t know but it was a lot.” Noctis chuckles. The white of his eyes are red, but they look so bright and beautiful. Prompto gets lost staring into them. They are like pools of sapphires, very pretty sapphires. He gets so lost in that powerful sea of navy that he doesn’t even hear the other three talking.
Gloved hands scratch gently through the sharpshooter’s hair and pull him back into focus. Ignis has always had a nice accent, but it sounds even better when he calls Prompto pet names. “Are you getting tired, love?”
“A little bit,” Prompto says softly as he leans into Ignis' hand like a dog, “But I don’t want to fall asleep, we have plans!”
“Oh yes, I saw how preoccupied the two of you were when we came home. I hope we aren’t interrupting.” The small smirk the advisor wore gave away his bluff. It was a known fact that the oldest members of their relationship loved watching the youngest grope at each other.
“Yeah,” Gladio smirks as he reaches Prompto and grabs Ignis by the collar of his perfectly pressed shirt. He makes a show of shotgunning the smoke into the other man’s mouth. Prompto thinks it was one of the hottest things that he has ever seen. He must have been gawking since the shield turned to him and asked, “You wouldn’t mind us joining, right, blondie?”
The sharpshooter knows that his face was already bright red long before their other lovers joined them. It was part of his curse for being so damn pale and freckled, but he would surely blush even more if possible, feeling all their eyes on him. He has always had the suspicion that the three of them do this on purpose— making him say aloud what he wants when things are most intense when they know he has the tendency to go quiet. “Yeah… if that is okay with Noct.”
“More the merrier,” Noctis agrees easily, looking like a cat that just got the cream. However, it was clear the prince was quickly losing his patience. The high had come to a long-lasting hum, and the younger boys had been hot and bothered long before Ignis and Gladio had graced them. Noctis quickly pulls off his shorts. His cock springs free against his stomach with a slap, already pretty pink and weeping. The blonde’s eyes go wide at the sight. He has never seen Noctis so aroused. “You guys are going to have to catch up, though.”
“Such a brat,” from Gladio is the last thing Prompto hears before Noctis pounces on him.
The prince pulls at the bottom of the blonde’s top. It is a silent question, one that always makes the sharpshooter’s heart swell with affection each time one of his lovers asks. He had top surgery a little over a year ago, but there are still days where dysphoria, gender or otherwise, made it difficult to be fully bear. The weed rids Prompto of any bodily shame. He nods eagerly and the prince yanks off Gladio’s stolen shirt with ease.
Noctis gives Prompto one last messy kiss before moving his mouth elsewhere. His soft, perfect lips bruise the blonde along his freckled covered neck and collarbones. His hips move wildly against Prompto’s slick stained boxers. It feels better than it had any right to. The sharpshooter bites his lips to stop himself from moaning like a whore which fails him almost instantly as Noctis’ hot mouth latches onto his sensitive nipple. He can feel Noctis throbbing molten hot against his crotch already. He swears if he were to remove his underwear that he would be dripping. Everything feels so much more.
“Do not hide your noises from us, love.” Ignis scolds gently. This is far from the first time that Prompto has been told this by all three of his lovers. “We want to hear you.”
Noctis grumbles in agreement before marking along the freckles on Prompto’s stomach. The blonde was sure he would be covered in marks by the end of the night and into the morning. The shield and the prince got rather competitive outside and inside the bedroom. Sure enough, Gladio with his own red rimmed eyes and bare shoulder marked with lines from Ignis barks an order. “Oi, watch the teeth, princess! You have to leave room for the rest of us.”
Noctis pays the shield no mind. He makes sure he is the center of attention in a way that is effortless. He gets a gleam in those sapphire eyes and takes the hem of the Prompto’s boxers between his teeth.
“Holy shit.” It seems the weed has rid Prompto of his usual rambling. His tongue is thick in his mouth, a cotton feeling that is not unpleasant as he watches Noctis pull his breeches using only his mouth in awe. It is something straight out of a porno, unlike the prince who is slightly awkward no matter the amount of training. It makes Prompto pulse and throbs almost cartoonishly. He does not think he has ever been this turned on.
He only notices Ignis has fully and finally joined them all properly on the bed when the advisor speaks directly in his ear and a puff of smoke hits his freckled face. “He learned that from Gladiolus last week.”
“Copy cat,” Gladio remarks with no heat behind the words. The rest know he is just as turned on by the sight, the at times awkward prince pulling off something so suave. That gleam in his eyes is so possessive, so predator-like.
Prompto blushes so hard that he thinks his ears might pop off. He can only gawk as Noctis sits up on his knees and stares back in turn. Just like Prompto was fascinated by the Prince’s cock mere seconds ago, Noctis licks his lips like a beast looking at his cunt. It is not hard to understand why. Prompto usually requires a decent amount of lube for any activity. His body is always tied up in tight knots, unable to fully relax even around those he trusts most. The weed causes relaxation he can not reach otherwise, limbs heavy but loose. He has never been so wet before, slick sticking to his thighs.
The prince does not bother to tease. He licks a line up Prompto’s hole before wrapping soft lips around the blonde’s cock. It should feel overstimulating as Noctis proceeds to feast like a starving animal. But the ecstasy is like nothing the sharpshooter has ever experienced before, it is a taunt feeling deep near his belly button. It is contradictory— muted but ever-building and aching. He can’t help but keep clenching down on nothing. It is a yearning to be touched, to be filled to a level he has never experienced before.
He closes his eyes and sinks into pleasure. He can hear his older lovers making noises of their own. A part of him wants to force his eyes open and watch. He wants to see Gladio manhandle Ignis’ long limbs. He wants to see the ashy-blonde arch into it, even elegant while coming undone. But his head is so fuzzy and content, he just sinks into the bed. It feels like he is not even in his own body, fingers and toes tingling. It feels better than anything he has experienced before.
“Are you okay, Prompto?” The blonde barely recognizes Gladio’s gruff voice with his head so far in the clouds. He lets himself simply sink into the pleasure to a nearly concerning degree. Noctis pulls away in a manner that feels sudden after several moments with no check-in.
“No, no, no! Why did you stop?” The whining rips itself out of Prompto’s throat before he even has a moment to think. He is usually the perfect picture of obedience, always content with whatever his three amazing partners decide to give him. His small impatient whimpers make his lovers’ eyes go wide. A small bit of concern grows amongst the three.
“We didn’t want you to drop,” Noctis explains even though he can tell the answer is quite clear, “Do you want to keep?”
“Pleasepleasepleaseplease! Noct, I want you so bad. I love you. IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou—“ He begs. He gets like this more often than he would like to admit. The floating can turn to being dragged under. His neediness can turn to fear of being abandoned. If he begs enough, shows how much he loves them, they will never leave him. He hears some mummering amongst his lovers as tears build in his violet eyes.
It is Ignis who swoops in prepared as always. His grip is gentle yet firm as he grabs Prompto’s chin. He makes the younger man look at him, commanding all attention. If it is the blonde’s mind that causes him to sink, it is Ignis’ honeyed voice that pulls him out. “Look at me, Prompto. Breathe with me. Noctis is not going anywhere, none of us are.”
Prompto does as he was told. He breathes in and then out. Repeat. That panic pulls away from him. The fuzzy, comfortable high feelings aren't entirely back. It’s just enough for the cotton mouth to recede for him to talk again. “Yea… I’m okay. I’m sorry.”
“You don’t have to apologize, Prom.” Noctis is so kind, so earnest just like the day he took a chance of being a commoner's closest friend.
Gladio is more stern but means just as well. “Yeah, that’s nonsense. We got you, blondie. Always.”
“Perhaps…” Ignis’s red-bitten lips press in a line as he turns to Noctis. They have a silent conversation, similar to when the two of them are stuck in a political meeting. Prompto is not sure what it means, never was a part of the diplomacy but trusting their judgement is as easy as breathing. The prince nods and a decision is agreed upon.
“What are you two thinking about?” Gladio speaks up before taking another drag. A grin is on his face and his eyes red. A small check in was not enough to kill any of their excitement. The reassurance that everyone was still feeling good and enjoying themselves only brought back the heat. If the prince and his royal hand were coming up with a plan, it was going to be a good one.
“I know Noctis and Prompto started the night together,” Ignis addressed them as a whole before turning toward the blonde. His thumb swipes at the younger man’s bottom lip. “I was thinking it might be best if I stay with you. I am sure Gladio has no issue handling our prince. I know it’s a change of plans. I respect if you want to stay with Noctis.”
It takes a moment for the sharpshooter's brain to kick back into gear. It was a well known thing amongst the prince, shield, and the blonde that having one on one time with Ignis was… intense, and that was understating it. The advisor was intense and passionate. He does not do anything without intention. Ignis never allowed the blonde to grow small, hide himself away in a way that he subconsciously subverts into. It makes Prompto nervous, like the butterflies that you get before going on a rollercoaster.
He stutters for a moment before getting his rambling under control. “Y-yeah, that sounds good– great even…yeah.”
“I second that,” Noctis speaks up, “Let’s get going. I am fucking horny.”
“You are such a brat sometimes. Someone ought to teach you some manners.” Gladio growls before yanking the nude prince on his lap. It is hard to see what exactly happens between them while laying down. They crash into each other like two vicious waves, hands clawing at each other anywhere they can grab. What little clothes the shield was wearing fly almost cartoonishly. They were both impatient, and Gladio’s fingers were slick and creeping down the Prince’s back and between pale thighs. Prompto didn’t even see who grabbed the lube.
“They are always an entertaining display, but I have been waiting patiently to have my time with you. The prince can get quite selfish with you, my heart.” Ignis pulls the younger man’s gaze away from their boyfriends. His nails dig only slightly into the boy’s chin, reminding Prompto where his focus should be. “I do not blame him. You are stunning like this.”
His eyes leer across Prompto’s body with a dark gleam through his glasses. He is like a predator admiring his hunted prize. His hand leaves the other’s chin to grab at Prompto’s thighs. He kneads at the muscles there for a moment, appreciating the strength grown from discipline over the course of years. He then pushes the younger man’s legs apart, which somehow feels more exposing than when Noctis’ was just feasting between them. It is an assessment– almost clinical but somehow suave coming from Ignis.
Ignis sucks his teeth and reaches over to grab the bottle of lube from which it was discarded by an otherwise engaged Noctis and Gladio. Prompto sneaks a look at them. The shield has three of his large fingers buried into the royal, flexing and curling them in a way that makes the prince moan loudly. Noctis was always very vocal. He did not care to hide his pleasure much, but the weed only makes him more carefree.
“Eyes on me, Prompto.”
Ignis coated finger trail along his still hard cock. Noctis had gotten him pretty close before. He has since calmed down a bit, but every nerve on his body is buzzing and heightened due to the pleasure and weed. He can hardly help the small whimpers and groans that come from his lips when Ignis dips lower with precision. The sound of the advisor’s fingers against the blonde’s obsessive slick is obscene. His sole purpose seems to be stretching Prompto, but it does not feel any less good. Prompto can not help but clench down. He moans for whatever Ignis will give him, more than eager for the sizable tent in Ignis’s slacks.
“Iggy, I am wet enough. I promise,” Prompto pleads. He is not going to last much longer. He can feel that sensation in his belly pulling and threatening to break. In combination with the marijuana, he needs to be as close to his lover as humanly possible more than he needs fucking air. Ignis is not unaffected himself. Prompto can see the tension in his body. He is high too, having more than a few long drags and sharing smoke with Gladio earlier. The urge to prepare his partner thoroughly like usual is there— so is the urge to lose themselves in that floaty sensation of the drug and heightened pleasure.
Their boyfriends have no such issues. They have already started fucking each other. Noctis on his back and rolling his slim hips back where Gladio drills into him The sounds from them both are nothing short of sinful, full of lust and love. It is enough to cause Ignis to break. He rips off his trousers, not bothering to tidy them like he did his jacket. He grabs a condom quickly from the nightstand. The advisor hisses, having even the barest sensation on his cock, nearly flushed damn near purple. He then moans when he runs his cock along Prompto’s pussy.
“Gods…Prompto,” The older boy gasps as he brings himself to his lover’s entrance. If it was not evident how much both of them were affected, it is now. They throb against each other messily as Ignis pushes in slowly.
Prompto swears he sees stars behind his eyes once he is filled completely. He wraps his trembling legs around the taller man’s waist as tightly as possible. He thinks he briefly can hear one of his partners swear, but everything feels like he is underwater. His body is usually stringed so tight that the first moments of penetration always feel a little bit uncomfortable. Nothing has ever made him feel like this. As Ignis starts to move slowly, Prompto swears he is going to unravel at the seams. It hardly feels like there is a condom between them. The blonde can feel Ignis’ every pulse and throb. He feels like he is filling a deep ache Prompto did not even know he had.
They must have caught the attention of their other lovers. In utter awe from seeing the two blondes move against each other, Noctis asks from underneath Gladio, “How does he feel, Iggy?”
“Different— Good,” The royal hand can hardly get the words out. He aims his hips to hit Prompto’s sweet-spot dead on as his thrusts pick up in harshness. He reaches down and rubs circles on the blonde’s cock with his thumb. “I-I am not going to last much longer. He keeps clenching down. Fuck.”
All the sensations come together and overwhelm the gunman. Prompto does not know if it is due to the weed or that everything truly feels that good. The earlier foreplay, the sounds of his boyfriends making their own sloppy love, and the rare curse leaving Ignis’ lips. He is left reeling as the unfamiliar tightens grows almost scarily so. He recognizes somewhere in his hazey high that he is getting close. But like Ignis said, it feels different and brand new– feels like more . He thinks he tries to fight, but Ignis notices it even in his own pleasure.
Pillow lips brush against his own and breathe life into him. “I have you, Prompto. Let go for me. Cum for me, my darling boy.”
Tears build in violet eyes and fall. That deep tautness finally snaps and roughly sends Prompto over the edge. He latches onto Ignis’ shoulders and holds on for dear life. A flood of whimpers and cries escaped him without permission. He expects his orgasm to slow down, but it simply keeps on going. He paints his lover’s thighs and his own. He can only just continue to brace himself for several moments more before he goes boneless. He twitches with aftershocks until his body gives out. Ignis is no better. He grabs Prompto’s hips as his own release seems underless. His voice breaks in a way none of them have heard before. He collapses onto the smaller blonde, burying himself into Prompto’s neck with an overstimulated moan as he pulls out.
The four of them sit in silence for a while— Gladio and Noctis both finishing before their blonde lovers. None of them could move even if they wanted for a moment. The combination of the tired sensation of the weed and the mind-blowing orgasms leave their limbs feeling like bricks. Prompto can not find himself to mind being covered in sweat and sticky mess. It was no secret he loved being squished between his lovers. It was the safest place on earth for him. He nearly falls in the most pleasant sleep in his content, before Gladio interrupts the calm.
“Holy shit,” He has a shit-eating grin that can mean nothing good, “I did not know you could do that, blondie!”
That makes the blonde perk up immediately. He flushes with embarrassment immediately. “Do what?! What did I do?” He speaks.
“It seems you have the ability to ejaculate.” Ignis says matter of factly. Prompto makes a strange squawk noise, like he was doing his best chocobo impression, out of sheer embarrassment. He covers his face with his hands as quickly as possible. He feels like he could melt into the mattress and die.
“Don’t say it like that! That is so gro—”
“That was so hot, Prom!” Noctis is suddenly by his side, shaking the bed with his excitement. He has a smile that matches Gladio’s, full of mischief and wonder that meant only trouble for a future Prompto. “Do you think you could do it again? Do you think it was the weed or is Ignis just that good–”
Ignis grabs the prince by the back of the neck like a cat would grab an unruly kitten. The gunman is grateful. If he has to keep being the center of attention over that humiliating act, he thinks he would pass out in a very nonsexy way and ruin the vibe of the night. “That is quite enough, your highness. Please try not to overwhelm him— that goes for both of you.”
“What did I do?” Gladio complains as he flops onto the bed. He stretches his large arms wide, pulling Prompto to his side. He looks relaxed due to his orgasm and high. It was a good look on the shield, free of his usual serious and stressed nature. This had to be Prompto’s favorite moments between the four of them— where they could feel like every other young man their age and let go of any duties. Prompto leans into the embrace, turning onto his side and throwing a leg over his largest lover. “Let’s not act like you are secretly any better, specs. You were wondering the same thing, just too proper to say it out loud.”
“Hey! No ganging up on Iggy, guys.” Prompto gives a gentle fake smack against Gladio’s chest. If his brain loses function for a moment and admires the shield’s muscles, that is his business.
“Thank you, Prompto.” Ignis remarks. The advisor and the prince join their boyfriends on the large mattress. The taller blonde is more graceful than Noctis who just belly-flops onto all of them.
Even though they are in need of a good shower, they stay in each other’s embrace. This is Prompto’s whole world in this one bedroom— Noctis, Ignis, and Gladio. It is filled with more love than the gunman ever thought possible. There is nowhere else he would rather be than right here, free from expectations and duty and at peace. He feels secure in his knowledge that the others feel the same. This is pure deviation and serenity, and there is no doubt about that he closes his eyes and stares to drift off to a dreamless sleep.
Prompto knows when he awakes that he will be in the embrace of his three greatest loves.