The tub Ardyn carries him towards is a big, polished marble affair, steam rising from the water filling it. Prompto braces himself as he’s lowered down, but can’t help but gasp and hiss through his teeth as the scalding water envelopes his feet, his ankles, his calves. The whole time, Ardyn keeps shushing him in a low murmur. He holds Prompto carefully until he gets him settled, then pulls back and begins unbuttoning his own shirt.
With Ardyn’s arms gone, Prompto falls against the high, sloped back of the tub, which seems big enough for someone Ardyn’s size to soak in and thus swallows him up completely. The tap is still running, the water up to Prompto’s neck and rising, and for a panicked second he wonders if Ardyn’s trying to drown him (this would be a needlessly elaborate way to do it, but then, that would put it right in his wheelhouse). Then the tap shuts off, and Ardyn’s hands are back, sliding under Prompto’s arms to shift him up so the water's lapping around his shoulders.
Ardyn's fingers trail slowly over Prompto's collarbone, leaving droplets of water in their wake. "You really are a beautiful boy, you know," he comments in a voice like velvet, and Prompto presses his lips together to hold in a helpless noise of distress.
Ardyn picks up a bar of soap from a niche in the wall, and the smell of sandalwood drifts up as he works it into a lather. He takes hold of Prompto's wrist to lift his arm and run the soap along it; there's a soft, disapproving tch as he notices the lingering red mark where Prompto tried to burn his barcode off a few days ago, and he takes his time there before working up Prompto's arm to his shoulder.
In spite of himself, Prompto starts to relax. Now that he's adjusted to the temperature, the water feels nice, and as much as it freaks him out to have Ardyn touching him like this, he can't deny that it feels good, too. The steaminess of the room and whatever he's been drugged with are making everything soft and hazy to the point where this could almost be a dream, and maybe if Prompto just lies here and closes his eyes, he can pretend it is.
That works for a while, as Ardyn finishes with one arm and washes the other, then starts on Prompto's torso, his nipples tightening automatically as the soap rubs over them. He hears a sloshing sound and then warm water trickles down his chest, and it's...nice. Weird, but nice.
Then Ardyn's hand dips below the surface of the water, skating over Prompto's belly, and another spike of fear-sour adrenaline punches through the haze. Water splashes wildly as he tries to scramble away, feet sliding on the slick bottom of the tub as he makes an attempt to push himself up.
Ardyn gives a long-suffering sigh and lays one heavy arm across his front. "You're going to get hurt if you keep this up," he says sternly, and leaves it up to interpretation whether he means Prompto's going to slip and hurt himself, or the other thing. Still pinning him with one hand, he undoes his pants with the other and shoves them down his hips, and that makes Prompto keep flailing even though he knows he should stop. "You're making this all rather more difficult than it needs to be."
He has to let Prompto up briefly in order to climb in the tub with him, and Prompto makes one last bid at fighting, trying to get up, to make Ardyn trip over the side of the tub, anything. There's a brief, wet struggle, water going everywhere and Prompto banging his elbow against marble in a spot that makes his whole arm go tingly. It ends with Ardyn seizing Prompto around the middle and dragging him back against his chest, murmuring "Easy, easy," like Prompto's a spooked horse or something. Prompto's arms are pinned at his sides, his hips bracketed by Ardyn's legs, and he goes from "fight or flight" to "freeze" as he realizes that's Ardyn's cock he can feel nudging the small of his back.
Prompto's definitely still feeling the effect of whatever Ardyn gave him; his head is spinning, his breath coming in ragged pants from just that much exertion, and he just lets his head thump back against Ardyn's shoulder and shuts his eyes, whispering, "Fuck, fuck."
Ardyn lets out a sympathetic hum and pets his hair, then gropes around their tangled legs until he finds the soap.
Re: Fill: Ardyn/Any, Non-Consensual Bathing (Ardyn/Prompto, 2/?)
With Ardyn’s arms gone, Prompto falls against the high, sloped back of the tub, which seems big enough for someone Ardyn’s size to soak in and thus swallows him up completely. The tap is still running, the water up to Prompto’s neck and rising, and for a panicked second he wonders if Ardyn’s trying to drown him (this would be a needlessly elaborate way to do it, but then, that would put it right in his wheelhouse). Then the tap shuts off, and Ardyn’s hands are back, sliding under Prompto’s arms to shift him up so the water's lapping around his shoulders.
Ardyn's fingers trail slowly over Prompto's collarbone, leaving droplets of water in their wake. "You really are a beautiful boy, you know," he comments in a voice like velvet, and Prompto presses his lips together to hold in a helpless noise of distress.
Ardyn picks up a bar of soap from a niche in the wall, and the smell of sandalwood drifts up as he works it into a lather. He takes hold of Prompto's wrist to lift his arm and run the soap along it; there's a soft, disapproving tch as he notices the lingering red mark where Prompto tried to burn his barcode off a few days ago, and he takes his time there before working up Prompto's arm to his shoulder.
In spite of himself, Prompto starts to relax. Now that he's adjusted to the temperature, the water feels nice, and as much as it freaks him out to have Ardyn touching him like this, he can't deny that it feels good, too. The steaminess of the room and whatever he's been drugged with are making everything soft and hazy to the point where this could almost be a dream, and maybe if Prompto just lies here and closes his eyes, he can pretend it is.
That works for a while, as Ardyn finishes with one arm and washes the other, then starts on Prompto's torso, his nipples tightening automatically as the soap rubs over them. He hears a sloshing sound and then warm water trickles down his chest, and it's...nice. Weird, but nice.
Then Ardyn's hand dips below the surface of the water, skating over Prompto's belly, and another spike of fear-sour adrenaline punches through the haze. Water splashes wildly as he tries to scramble away, feet sliding on the slick bottom of the tub as he makes an attempt to push himself up.
Ardyn gives a long-suffering sigh and lays one heavy arm across his front. "You're going to get hurt if you keep this up," he says sternly, and leaves it up to interpretation whether he means Prompto's going to slip and hurt himself, or the other thing. Still pinning him with one hand, he undoes his pants with the other and shoves them down his hips, and that makes Prompto keep flailing even though he knows he should stop. "You're making this all rather more difficult than it needs to be."
He has to let Prompto up briefly in order to climb in the tub with him, and Prompto makes one last bid at fighting, trying to get up, to make Ardyn trip over the side of the tub, anything. There's a brief, wet struggle, water going everywhere and Prompto banging his elbow against marble in a spot that makes his whole arm go tingly. It ends with Ardyn seizing Prompto around the middle and dragging him back against his chest, murmuring "Easy, easy," like Prompto's a spooked horse or something. Prompto's arms are pinned at his sides, his hips bracketed by Ardyn's legs, and he goes from "fight or flight" to "freeze" as he realizes that's Ardyn's cock he can feel nudging the small of his back.
Prompto's definitely still feeling the effect of whatever Ardyn gave him; his head is spinning, his breath coming in ragged pants from just that much exertion, and he just lets his head thump back against Ardyn's shoulder and shuts his eyes, whispering, "Fuck, fuck."
Ardyn lets out a sympathetic hum and pets his hair, then gropes around their tangled legs until he finds the soap.