Chapter Text
Ignis was waiting in the living room of their shared partition at the newly rebuild Citadel. Hair perfectly styled, black shoes polished to the utmost shininess, feet uncharacteristically put up on the table, new tight black leather pants straining at the far stretch. His white dress shirt was partly covered by his sleeveless black vest and a black silk necktie, matching his black leather gloves.
It was Friday evening and king Noctis had a meeting with Cor scheduled to run very late, which for once didn't require the advisor's participation. This rarity left Ignis with the perfect opportunity to spend an evening with his other two lovers.
Not that Ignis didn't enjoy spending time with all of his lovers, especially after having been separated from Noctis for ten long years. But during the time their former prince, now king, had been missing, a newfound level of kinkiness had been added to the relationship of the remaining three. A very dominating and submissive level.
It was something they had mentioned around their king casually yet not thoroughly enough. Ignis knew that Prompto intended to talk to Noctis about it, explain to him that BDSM had many different layers and didn't always have to mean violence and pain. What they enjoyed was the dominant and submissive part of it, combined with some discipline and punishment, consisting of intense roughness that might border on pain sometimes. Borders, they had established precisely after many hours of talking and testing.
Noctis was a little taken aback as he had briefly learned about their newly found bedroom activity and hadn't yet decided if he wanted to watch it much less be part of it. What he had been sure about, however, and had declared —very explicitly— was, that his lovers shouldn't hold back because of him and that he didn't mind if they lived out these desires without him for now whenever the opportunity presented itself or they simply felt the need for it.
And Ignis very much felt the need for it these days.
Therefore this evening without Noctis was a welcome chance to act upon his desires.
He had texted Gladio and Prompto to be home at six o'clock, even though they usually only met at eight for dinner. They had asked shortly if he had something planned before dinner and Ignis simply confirmed this without giving any more details. He wasn't sure if his two subs could guess his intention, but he wouldn't mind surprising them.
They cherished surprises.
All that led to Ignis leisurely sitting at the dining table, located in their living room —dinner for later already finished and ready to be reheated after their activities— legs propped up on the corner of the table. Since this was something Ignis would normally never do, it kinda turned into their agreed sign that he intended to start a dom/sub-scene. If his lovers were in the mood as well and wanted to participate, they simply had to add a "sir" to their greeting. If they didn't do this, Ignis accepted their decision and took down his feet. This way they didn't even have to address the topic if they felt uncomfortable about it — which Gladio did when he wasn't in the mood for it. To add to the illusiveness of casualness Ignis was currently browsing through a magazine.
It didn't take much longer until he heard the key turning in the lock of the front door and Prompto entered the room.
"Hey Iggy," the blond man said as he took off his shoes, "It smells amazing in here! What did you prepare for dinn—"
When the blond finally looked up, he halted in his approach and sharply took in some air. He merely stood there and stared at his lover like a deer in the headlights.
"Good evening, Prompto," Ignis spoke slowly, emphasizing every syllable as he watched his lover's every movement for any sign of either discomfort or approval. The blond man visibly shivered in anticipation.
"Good evening, sir," he greeted back and Ignis smiled in satisfaction.
"I am pleased to see you arriving on time," the tactician stated honestly, "But you have always been the more docile one of you two, haven't you?"
"That's not for me to judge, sir," Prompto answered, his gaze never leaving Ignis, even as the advisor pretended to continue reading his magazine.
True to his praise, Prompto kept standing right where he was and dutifully waited for further instructions. Ignis shot a quick glance at his phone to check the time and clicked his tongue.
"Something tells me that Gladiolus won't make it on time," the dom remarked disapprovingly, "but his misdeeds shouldn't affect you — not for now at least. Go take a shower, Prompto. Thouroughfully wash and then put in the wireless purple butt plug, after using enough lube. When you are ready, come back and bring me the remote control. Can you do that on your own? I'd do it for you, but I have to wait here for my other sub."
"Yes, I can do that, sir," the blond answered dutifully.
"Good boy," Ignis praised and Prompto's cheeks turned red.
"Thank you, sir," the sub answered dutifully and turned around to leave for the bedroom, where they stored their toys.
Ignis had already gone back to browsing through his magazine as he noticed Prompto halting his movements. The blond stood on the doorframe to their bedroom, obviously hesitating to speak up — which he wasn't allowed to.
"You may turn around to ask a question," Ignis permitted.
"Thank you, sir," Prompto answered as he turned around to maintain eye-contact with his dom as he spoke, "Should I wear clothes when I return?"
Ignis hadn't said anything about clothes, so it should be obvious that the blond should not wear any. However, it was a cool autumn evening and they didn't know how late Gladio would be, so he would be lenient for now. "A shirt and some loose pants, no underwear."
"Thank you, sir," Prompto answered and almost fell as he eagerly hurried to do as he had been told.
"Be careful not to trip over your own feet," Ignis mentioned and couldn't hold back an amused chuckle. It was good to see that Prompto was as eager about this as Ignis himself.
"Will do, sir!"
As he listened to the shower running, Ignis grew more and more irritated at Gladiolus running late. This wasn't how he had imagined the evening to start. Not that they ever did much planning anyway, especially when Gladio was involved. It was challenging enough for the dom, that his subs didn't like planned out scenes and instead preferred surprises — surprises Ignis had to guess correctly depending on his subs' moods and reactions. No, Gladio was on a whole other level of difficulty. Sometimes the shield was an obedient sub, much like Prompto, and sometimes he was breaking the rules on purpose, constantly challenging his dom, eagerly hoping to get punished. The main problem was, that from time to time Gladio didn't even know himself what he expected from his dom, resulting in him giving out mixed signals, making it respectively more difficult for Ignis to satisfy him.
Ignis enjoyed a little challenge, but sometimes it was exhausting.
Yet despite all that, or rather because of that all, Ignis always found great accomplishment when he succeeded in giving Gladio exactly what he needed.
It wasn't a rarity though that the shield decided not to take part in the scene and simply enjoyed watching Ignis and Prompto, greedily living out his voyeuristic nature. In rare cases, Gladio even joined Ignis as a fellow dom and they worked together to get Prompto off.
But Ignis certainly wasn't in the mood for Gladio acting dominant today and he sure as Ifrit's hellfire didn't want to call off his scene with Prompto when they had already started it. Not to mention that the blond had seemed as eager and needy about this as Ignis.
Hence, he desperately hoped for Gladio to show up before Prompto came out of the shower, submissively greeting him or simply walking over to the couch to watch them.
Gladio sitting down further away was their shared code for him wanting to simply watch. Just as Gladio putting his feet up on the same table as Ignis was the sign that he wanted to be a dom as well — to which Ignis and Prompto had to agree.
Gladio's rich variability was a blessing and a curse. But especially a curse when he ran late while Ignis and Prompto were already setting the mood.
The tactician's train of thoughts got interrupted as Prompto reentered the living room, wearing gray trousers and a simple plain white t-shirt. His earlier eager steps long gone, as he instead took small steps, carefully avoiding harsh movements that would stir the plug too much.
"Ah, Prompto."
"I am back, sir," the blond reported as he put down the remote control to the long plug, currently residing inside his butt. What he also placed on the table was his cock cage.
Pulling up one slender eyebrow, Ignis watched the item in question. "Did I tell you to bring me that?"
"No, sir."
"But you have brought it to me anyway."
"Yes, sir."
Ignis refrained from sighing out loud. Hadn't he just thought about Gladio being the problematic factor while Prompto tended to be obedient? Sometimes he wondered if he was too lenient with his subs' wishes, but he couldn't enjoy their sessions completely anyway if he wasn't sure his subs did enjoy it as well. His blond sub had a thing for edging and orgasm denial as well as for multiple orgasms, simply relishing the feeling of oversensitivity. Although it was obvious that he was in the mood for denial right now.
"Why?" Ignis asked even though he could already guess the answer.
"Because I'm afraid I won't last long without it, sir," the blond replied and bit his lip as his gaze nervously strayed away.
"Eyes on me," the dom stated clearly.
"Sorry, sir," Prompto answered, a slight panic accompanying his voice as he looked Ignis into his eyes with shivering lips. Apparently, he intended to be good and was afraid of already having overstepped a line, having made a mistake.
Simply holding his gaze for a while, Ignis took joy in the way Prompto did his best to stand still and avoid fidgeting. One should think that this was an easy task for a trained and battle-proven Crowsguard like Prompto, but the blond still turned into a quivering mess whenever he was aroused from anticipation.
"Show me the plug," the dom finally ordered and laid his magazine down on the table.
"Yes, sir," the sub replied and followed his command at once. Prompto put down his pants, letting them fall to his ankles, while he turned around and bend over, obediently presenting his ass to his dom. The purple plug had a huge and flat base, making it on the one hand impossible for the toy to completely slip inside on accident and on the other hand perfect to sit down on.
Ignis carefully pulled the plug out a bit and saw it glistening with lube just as instructed. Satisfied, he pushed the toy back in and a needy little moan reverberated through his sub's throat.
"You have done well on your own, Prompto."
"Thank you, sir," the blond responded without moving and Ignis smiled. He always enjoyed how serious his sub took their rules.
"Stand up and turn around."
"Yes, sir."
Prompto obeyed and blushed even more, awaiting further instructions, as he stood there exposed next to a fully dressed Ignis. Even though the blond had to look down at his sitting dom right now, he felt beneath him, almost appearing to be uncomfortable with his unusual advantage in height. "You are lucky that Gladio's disrespectful lateness is putting an even better light on your obedience today," Ignis explained as he picked up the cage and put it on his sub's cock. He took his time to make sure the item set firmly enough to do its job but loose enough to avoid any damage.
"Thank you, sir!"
"Pants up and then sit down," Ignis ordered as he picked up his magazine again and nodded towards the chair on that side of the table which was in his direct line of sight.
"Yes, sir," the sub answered and sat down, hands in his lap.
"Hands on the table, where I can see them."
"Sorry, sir."
Ignis huffed and turned the page of his magazine. Prompto was watching his every movement, dutifully to their rule that the subs always had to watch their dom if not told otherwise.
It was amusing how the blond's hands twitched as he had trouble to simply sit there quietly even at the age of thirty-one.
Casually grabbing the remote control of the plug currently buried inside of his sub, Ignis turned it on to the lowest setting.
Even though he must have seen the movement and therefore known what was coming, Prompto still twitched and bit down on his bottom lip as a surprised squeal tried to tumble over his lips. Ignis raised an eyebrow, but the blond simply smiled and kept quiet, since he hadn't been ordered to talk. Smiling as well, Ignis went back to browsing through his magazine. He had almost reached the last page and was quite sure it was way after half-past six by now. It was a good thing that Prompto enjoyed this slow but steady stimulation and was in the mood to prolong this, but Ignis was getting irritated by Gladio's delay. The shield hadn't called or sent a message either.
Just as the dom thought about taking Prompto to the bedroom alone, their front door finally opened and he noticed the blond tensing up in eager anticipation.
"It is long past six o'clock," Ignis stated without looking up from his magazine.
"Ah, well, that's because," Gladio started to explain, but abruptly stopped his answer, probably as he took in the sight before him. The advisor still wasn't looking up from his magazine, feigning ignorance as he waited for his lover's reaction. Would he answer him dutifully? Would he sit down further away from them? Would he put his feet on the table as well? Or would he answer normally, not interested in any such activity today?
"Huh, why did you stop?" Another voice suddenly spoke up. "There was a change of plan with Cor, so I had Gladio wait for me."
Noct's voice.