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9 o’clock. On the dot. And yet here he sat, alone with the Prince’s shield in the booth at the club they were supposed to go out to tonight.
“Princess text me saying he was going to be a little late, and if we wanted to start the first round of drinks without him he wouldn’t be offended.” The shield started, shoving his phone into the back pocket of those beautiful tight leather pants that hugged his ass so nice .
Prompto huffed softly. Really? Noctis said he would be there at 9 o’clock on the dot. So where was he? He probably fell asleep. Typical. Prompto was unaware of the pout he wore until Gladio clasped a hand on his back, shaking him from his thoughts.
“What’s your problem? Loosen up, we’re at a club. I’ll go get the first round of shots.” he grinned as he walked off. And Prompto watched him go, the way his body moved as he shifted his way through the forming crowd to get to the bar.
“Mhh...I hate to see you go but love to watch you leave” Prompto murmured to himself, eyes glued to the others firm ass, rectangle outline of his phone prominent in the leather. He sat back in the surprisingly comfortable pleather booth, sighing softly. He was still upset that Noctis was going to be late, but he might as well still have fun tonight, right?
It didn’t take the shield long to return with a tray of shots for the two of them. “Awe, sweet!” The blonde said, watching Gladio set the tray down on the round ottoman that served as their table. Prompto eyed the other over for a moment before sitting forward and reached out to grab a shot
“Hey now, wait for me at least.” Gladio grunted, sitting back down across Prompto in the booth and grabbing a shot for himself.
“Ready? One, two, three.” Prompto threw the shot back and set the glass down on the table upside down, grinning across the booth at the other. He felt the burn travel down his throat and melt into a warmth spreading through him. He made eye contact with the other, and Gladio raised a brow, then set his glass down upside down as well.
“You initiating a challenge there, blondie? I’m pretty sure I could drink you under the table any day.” He grunted, sporting a grin and showing off strong white teeth. Prompto wanted to lick his way past them into the other’s mouth.
“Oh, you’re on, big guy!” the blonde grinned, sitting forward in his booth and arranging the shots on the tray.
“Rest in Peace your liver, kid.” Gladio snorted, leaning forward as well. Prompto just grinned.
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Nine forty Five rolled around and the two were a little more than tipsy. Gladio was definitely more sober than Prompto, however sober wasn’t the word to use for the shield.
Noctis still hadn’t shown up, and damn it all Prompto was done waiting. He wanted to have fun tonight.
That's why he was currently seated in Gladio’s lap, mouthing at his neck as the shield groped his ass, squeezing him through his couerl print skinny jeans. He grinned, nipping at the others jawline, feeling his stubble scratch his cheek.
It wasn’t long before they crashed their lips together, tongues fighting for dominance in the kiss, which Prompto gave easily to the Shield.
Prompto allowed his hips to roll down once, and Gladio let out the most delicious groan. Prompto broke the kiss and panted, looking at the other with a look of lust in his eyes. Gladio’s amber eyes matched the desire.
“Why don’t we go somewhere more private?” Prompto breathed into the man’s ear, lightly nipping at the lobe. Gladio grunted, hands resting on the blonde’s slender waist.
“Heh, as much as that sounds like a great idea, We gotta stay here and wait for Noct to show.” Gladio’s voice seemed rougher, and Prompto felt heat in his gut. Damn, he wanted this man.
The blonde whined, bouncing slightly dramatically, grinding himself down on the other.. “But Glaaaadio,”
He grinned as he fell forward once more and began to kiss and nip at the others neck once more, hands sliding along the others abs and chest. He allowed his fingers to glide over dark nipples, and he didn’t miss how the others breath hitched.
“But nothing, I still got a job to do,” Gladio hummed, hands pulling the other down against his hips. Prompto groaned.
“Well, I never said we had to leave the club...just find somewhere more private,” he began, suckling on the others neck.
“Hey, no marks,” the brunette warned and Prompto pouted, but obeyed. “You got somewhere in mind?” Prompto grinned at his next words.
“A few. There’s a storage closet below the stairs that lead up to the DJ stand on the second floor,” he began. Gladio was silent for a few moments.
“Yeah, don’t act so surprised, big guy. I hit this place up a lot.” Prompto admitted, leaning back and looking at the other. For a moment, he had an almost bashful look, shyly looking away from the other. Then he ground down again and crashed his lips against the others once more for another heated kiss.
They pulled away from each other and Prompto reluctantly crawled from the others lap, grabbing his wrist and tugging him along, and luckily the other followed. Because Prompto was not strong enough to pull the behemoth of a man up from the chair no matter how hard he tried.
They weaved in and out of the crowd and over to where the storage closet was. Gladio raised a brow and jiggled the handle, finding it locked.
“Hold your horses big guy,” Prompto spoke before Gladio could, already pulling his debit card from his wallet. He wedged it in the door and wiggled it a few times until there was a soft click, and Prompto opened the door.
“Again, don’t act so surprised.” and he swore he wasn’t blushing as Gladio looked him over. But the others eyes seemed to darken, and Prompto grinned, quickly ushering the other into the small closet.
There wasn’t much room, and luckily the room was void of its typical contents, the DJ equipment which was all in use currently. Gladio was just a few inches short of being too tall for the room, and the room wasn’t too wide either, but they could both fit, as long as they were comfortable being in each others spaces.
Which neither of them minded in the slightest at the moment.
As the door shut, he pushed Gladio up against the wall and pressed into the man, grinning as his hands roamed his torso, glad he wore an open shirt.
“Shit, Prompto. You always like this when you drink? I should drink with you more often,” Gladio groaned, pressing his groin against the other and Prompto grinned.
“Buy me a drink sometime, Hot stuff.” he purred, and he pressed a quick kiss to the others mouth before dropping to his knees before the other.
One of Gladio’s hands instantly carded through blonde locks and Prompto nosed at the visible bulge in the others pants.
Gladio’s groans only encouraged him, and he reached up to undo the others belt and pop pen the button. He wasted no time unzipping the other and tugging his pants and boxers down and freeing his impressive length.
“Now I see why everyone calls ya Big Guy,” he mused, and before glado could come back with a smart retort, Prompto began to mouth along his shaft, and any words died on the shields mouth, turning into a groan.
“Shit,” he breathed, and Prompto just grinned as he mouthed up the length, tongue flicking out to trace along the vein before planting a kiss to the head.
He slowly took the tip into his mouth, tongue pressing into the slit and tasting the bitter precum as his lips closed around the crown, tongue teasing the head before sliding along the underside as he took more of the other in, adjusting to his girth.
“Don’t ah...Push yourself there, kid,” Gladio breathed. Prompto looked up at the other through his lashes. Oh, ye of little faith. Prompto breathed through his nose and relaxed his throat, and began to take the other into his mouth, his tongue pressing along the underside of his shaft.
Gladio was trying to keep quiet, but his grunts turned to groans, which quickly turned into breathy moans as he still tried to keep himself quite, regardless of the loud music playing from somewhere above them, throughout the club.
With tears in the corners of his eyes Prompto finally had to stop short of taking the other in all the way. The blonde had sucked plenty of dicks in his time, but Gladio was rather large.
Prompto wanted to be split in two by the man above him.
He took a breath through his nose and brought a hand up to fondle the others balls. He slowly pulled back, so just the head was in his mouth, resting heavily on his tongue, then he took the other in once more, tongue pressing against the sensitive skin.
Gladio moaned above him, gripping his hair tightly and fighting to keep his hips still. Prompto hummed around him, and Gladio couldn't help but buck forward into the heat of the others mouth.
Prompto gagged for only a moment before relaxing his throat, taking a breath through his nose, and falling into a rhythm of bobbing his head, working the others cock in and out of his mouth.
“Shit Prompto, where’d you learn to suck cock?” he groaned, gripping the other's hair as his hips acted on their own, canting up into the others willing mouth.
Glancing up through his lashes, Prompto winked at the man above him, squeezing his throat around the other’s cock, rolling his balls between his fingers lightly before giving them a slight squeeze.
The shield wasn’t going to last long, Prompto could tell by the way his thrusts were getting more frantic. He groaned around the others cock and let the other take control, nodding slightly. Gladio took the hint and gripped blond locks tightly as he began to thrust into the other's mouth, not holding back.
Prompto gagged slightly, tears pricking his vision but he worked the others cock like a champ through it, loving the feeling of his throat being fucked raw. He pressed his free palm against the front of his jeans, palming himself in time with the others erratic thrusts.
No waning to make a mess in his pants and sit in it all night, he pulled out his own cock, stroking it and thumbing at the head.
“Pr-Prompto I’m gunna,” he didn’t get his warning out before he was coming down the others throat, and Prompto groaned and practically latched onto the other's cock more, sucking him and swallowing everything he was given. As he did so, he brought himself to completion and came in thick white spurts onto the floor below him.
Gladio used the leverage of the others hair to tug him off his softening dick, and Prompto made sure to drag his tongue along the sensitive member as it fell from his mouth. He licked his lips and looked up at the other with a devilish grin, tucking himself back into his pants and reaching up to gingerly do the same for the other.
“Shit, Prompto.”
“Dod I, blow your mind? ” Prompto made finger guns.
“UGH That was just bad.”
“My dick sucking?” the blond feigned a pout.
“Fuck no, “Gladio snorted. “Your dick sucking was amazing, I think I can easily name that the best blowjob I have ever gotten in my life.”
Prompto grinned, proudly. “Well thank ya,” he said, leaning up to kiss the other, but he found a hand pressed to his chest.
“Nuh uh, gross. Not afer where your mth just was.”
“What, you saying you never sucked your own dick?”
“Uh, no.”
“Its fun, try it sometime.”
“Shit, Prompto,” Gladio laughed, shaking his head and he allowed the other to press into him and give him a kiss anyway.
Bzzz Bzzz Bzzz
“Hold on,” he murmured, pushing Prompto away to pull out his phone, putting it to his ear.
“Hey Noct, what’s up?” Gladio answered, and Prompto got a devious glint to his eyes and Gladio quickly had the other in a headlock with a hand over his mouth, Prompto whining and licking at the others hand to no avail. Prompto could hear the other through Gladio’s phone.
“Was that Prompto?”
“Huh? He’s sitting right beside me, we’re at the club waiting for your late ass,” he snorted.
“Where? I don’t see you guys.”
“Oh, We’ll be there in a second, we actually might’ve lost our table. We’ll find you, meet us at the bar?”
“Wait, but you just said you were sitting down, now you’re not?”
“See you at the bar, Noct.” Gladio hung up, groaning. Prompto grinned and bit down on his hand, and the shield yelped and only tightened his grip, glaring at the other. He finally released the other and Prompto grinned.
“Was gunna say, you kept me in that hold much longer and we wouldda had another problem to deal with.” he hummed.
“That so?” Gladio mused with a grin. “Ah, Nocts here, c’mon, we gotta meet him by the bar.” he murmured.
Prompto nodded, stretching and moving to open the door. He slipped out, the shield immediately behind him, and suddenly they were face to face with their prince.
Noctis stopped and looked at the two with wide eyes. Prompto’s hair was a mess, disheveled, they both looked kinda flushed, gladio’s belt was undone and Prompto’s pants looked uncomfortably tight and the smell wafting from the room behind them only meant
“GROSS!!” he all but groaned, looking rather disgusted.
Prompto looked shy all of the sudden, almost ashamed as the other scrunched up his nose. It was weird to see the blonde so shy after what had just taken place.
“Hey, you were taking waaaaay too long, Princess. You told us to go ahead and have fun till ya got here,” the shield teased, lightly punching Noct’s shoulder.
“I didn’t mean have sex in the closet at the club!”
“Never said we had sex buddy,” Prompto finally spoke up, mischievous glint to his eyes once more.
“ Gross. ” Noctis groaned.
“C’mon, let's head to the bar. Next round of shots on me,” Gladio offered, ushering the two boys towards the bar and through the crowd.
“You owe me more than a shot after that, I am scarred for life.” Noctis murmured.
“Why don’t we start with a round of blowjobs and go from there?”
Noctis groaned and slammed his head down onto the bar table while Gladio and Prompto laughed.
“I hate you two.”