Prompt Post: Final Fantasy 15 #1

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Fill: Prompto/any bro, new dom/experienced sub (4/?)

[(Anonymous)]

After a few texts they agreed Prompto coming to Ignis' apartment was the best option. While it wasn't the most welcoming of places to entertain a visitor, the Citadel was out of the question and Prompto had even less space to call his own, only the childhood bedroom of his parents' home.

Ignis had allotted extra time for debate with Noct on the appointed day, but Noct had scarcely batted an eye when Ignis informed him he would be unavailable for the night, which was nigh unheard of. Prompto must have already given Noct the particulars of his own evening, as he said he would.

As a result Ignis found himself at his desk that evening attempting not to clockwatch while he read through a briefing on recent Niflheim activity in Duscae.

It wouldn't do to get ahead of himself. He was largely ignorant of Prompto's practical experience, and despite Prompto's claims he was wary of asking too much. It had crossed his mind that Prompto may not be as adventurous as his patronage of The Silver Circle implied, but the real goal was in keeping Prompto occupied and not in gratifying himself, so it was of no real consequence.

He'd settled on an objective and a course of action, and now all that was left was to follow through. He might even take the opportunity for an additional learning experience: improvisation was no less vital a skill than thorough planning.

It was something of a relief when the intercom finally buzzed. He ushered Prompto in with a perfunctory, "Please, make yourself comfortable."

Prompto left his shoes neatly by the door. The backpack he carried he laid against the side of the sofa, which he sat on. He opened his hands, looking up at Ignis.

"So," he said. "How's it going?"

"Well enough," Ignis said. His meager furnishings didn't afford many seating options: the breakfast bar and the desk in the far corner were too distant, the bed too suggestive. He sat on the sofa beside Prompto. Even that seemed forward under the circumstances, the same sense of exposure as his teenage fear at having the marks on his body identified. A foolish thought given what he'd agreed to and who he sat beside. "And yourself?"

Prompto easily launched into a much more thorough answer than Ignis had given.

Small talk was a comfortable fallback while Ignis found himself mentally casting through his conversational experience for anything applicable: negotiations, diplomacy, a casual chat. What was the appropriate mode of communication for accepting such an offer?

At least around Prompto he needn't worry about filling any awkward silences. Prompto expounded on his training, his parents' most recent trip, the catastrophe he'd witnessed that day, "so the whole place had to close down all afternoon so they could squeegee out all the soup," he was saying. "Made for some great shots. You know, I didn't think you'd say yes in like a million years."

The balloon of tension that had been around Ignis all evening popped as if Prompto had jabbed him with a pin.

"I—" he started as if he could defend himself. He laughed almost before he'd realized it had happened. "I would never accuse you of subtlety, Prompto, but that was. . ."

Prompto's mouth smiled and shrugged. "If you're serious about it you should probably get used to it, buddy. Stuff's gonna get way weirder than that."

"I wouldn't expect any differently from you." Ignis had played bystander to enough of Prompto's antics to believe that, a stark reminder that he and Prompto were friends, if ones in an unfamiliar situation. "In regards to your statement, neither did I," he said wryly. More intimate than a casual chat then—moreso than he had ever been until now, save perhaps Noct and Gladio. How quickly that would change. "After giving it a great deal of thought I believe the benefits outweigh the potential deficits. I thought we might discuss the parameters of what you're offering in more detail."

"Yeah, sure," Prompto said, nodding eagerly. "I'm guessing you've done some pretty thorough research, 'cause I know you, so you probably know that talking things out is sort of the norm for kink stuff, which I really like, personally, especially when I'm topping. Way less chance of getting something wrong when I know I can just ask. So anything you can think of that you want to know or do, go for it. Believe me, I've said something stupider in your shoes." Prompto lifted his hands in innocence. "Sorry! Sorry. Shouldn't assume you want to top."

Ignis looked down. "Perhaps not exclusively," he said after a moment of hesitation, even though the thought of bending that way was untenable, "but a safe model to operate under for now." With the option of reversing roles left open Prompto might be more patient in not pursuing other avenues. It felt like a tremendous admission even with no chance of acting on it.

"Sweet. So: do you have a checklist, do you want to? You seem like a checklist kind of guy."

"Hypothetically," Ignis allowed. "For the moment, it seems. . .ambitious."

Prompto didn't quite hide his surprise, though he likely thought he had. "Gotcha, gotcha. Yeah, they can be a little overwhelming."

Overwhelmed was not how Ignis would describe his reaction. When he'd discovered the lists of activities and items used to gauge someone's interests he'd lost hours to poring over the most exhaustive lists he could find. They were a fascinating and thorough catalogue. He couldn't rightfully expect Prompto to share that level of detail without reciprocation, and the thought of enumerating every aspect of his own interests wasn't nearly so appealing.

"Anyway," Prompto said, "it's basically what we make it. I've got a pretty good mix of toys, so even if you're not looking to do anything sexy there's still plenty of stuff you can try out."

The pocket of Prompto's jeans had a pale half-moon worn in, presumably victim to how often a lenscap had been jammed into it. Ignis didn't look away from it.

"And if I am?"

"Then that is awesome and I've got stuff for that too. Don't know exactly what you're up for. I've got condoms, gloves, all of that. Whatever makes you comfortable to use is totally fine. I don't use stuff for oral usually unless someone else wants to, so I've got test results if you want to see them. So. Want to make out and see what happens?"

"Without another word of discussion?" Ignis said as he glanced up, galvanized by familiar irritation. "I'm surprised nothing worse has happened to you than that Amari boy's idiocy if you trust your potential partners so blindly as that."

Prompto had the gall to roll his eyes. "And if I'd just met you there would be plenty. We're not exactly starting from scratch. I figure for now we can play around, see where it goes, see if it's gonna be okay. See if it's gonna be super weird and tomorrow you can pretend it never happened." Prompto leaned into the silence for a moment. "That was supposed to be funny. Okay, tough crowd. Anyway, you're a total boyscout. You'd definitely do some pretty sketchy stuff to help Noct, but except that? You're way too smart to do something stupid or something you don't have the skills for. Ask anything you want to know, stop anything you need to stop. Everything else we can work out as we go."

"And will you require aftercare or anything of that sort?"

"For me? Nah, not gonna be a problem any time soon," Prompto said easily. "We can get into that later if we ramp up." He nudged closer so the heat of his leg pressed against Ignis' thigh. "Is that okay? Some kissing right now and see how it goes?"

Ignis was the less vulnerable of them, by the roles they were choosing to play and by training—even his concern over Prompto's recklessness was for Prompto—but in a quicksilver moment Prompto's gentle confidence had made his experience a maddening cipher, an imbalance between them that was not in Ignis' favor. It gave him the distinct impression he was being handled with kid gloves. The perceived necessity rankled.

Ignis opened his hands in permission. "If you're content to act and not talk, I doubt I'll be the one to pay the price."

Prompto kissed him. Nothing mindblowing, a simple soft press of skin. Pleasant enough.

"Congrats, you're a natural!" he said cheerfully.

"Hardly high-level material," Ignis said, droll. "And even my self-control only extends so far. I have done that much."

Prompto's frown was obvious even in the shadows that had begun to lengthen. Ignis had misstepped, though he couldn't say why.

"I know you had your duty and stuff to worry about, but you get that there's nothing wrong with liking sex, right?"

Ignis leaned in again. It was the most efficient way to prevent him from talking.

Another soft press, testing, then Prompto's mouth went lush, a softness that made it easy for Ignis to open under him. His mouth almost throbbed, a touch that melted in and out of firmness as they tasted each other in careful dips and flicks.

Turned away from the kitchen's overhead light Prompto was little more than a silhouette when he pulled away, unreadable. "Wow. That's, uh. Congrats, you're a natural."

Ignis shrugged. "As I said."

It was not a lie. It was not the first time he'd kissed someone.

The first of any consequence, yes.

The first, perhaps, that was more than a transgression.

The opposite in every way from the crushing, awkward moments many years before, when Ignis had found himself in the dark corner of a balcony with the son of an attaché from Accordo, and then been found by the attaché herself. He'd then quickly found that while the Insomnian diplomatic corp might look the other way from anything that didn't interfere with politics, their counterparts from the outer reaches weren't as forgiving. It wasn't a mistake he made twice.

Re: Fill: Prompto/any bro, new dom/experienced sub (4/?)

[(Anonymous)]

Aw, I love their dynamic here, and Ignis’ hyperawareness of both their vulnerabilities. Poor Iggy.

Re: Fill: Prompto/any bro, new dom/experienced sub (4/?)

[(Anonymous)]

Thank you! If Ignis is anything it is very aware of his (apparent) weak points, but hey, now he's got Prompto to help him learn to chill out. :)

Re: Fill: Prompto/any bro, new dom/experienced sub (4/?)

[(Anonymous)]

Ignis is holding together pretty good but he seems terrified D:

<3 this is so, so good. I love how Prompto is at ease and the one with answers while still letting Ignis be more dominant.

Re: Fill: Prompto/any bro, new dom/experienced sub (4/?)

[(Anonymous)]

Thank you! Ignis might be a little out of his depth, but he's a determined guy, and now he has Prompto to help him pull through.