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Prompto inhales through his nose, his lips puckered around a silicone ball, drool spilling down his chin as something warm is dripped onto his skin. A decadent moan is pushed out of his throat as another drip splashes onto his chest, his hands balling into fists as he stays perfectly still. A gloved hand touches his chin, pulling his attention towards the right. “More?” A voice cuts through the silence in the hotel room, the insufferable heat of Lestallum spilling in from the opened window.
“Mhgnhg.” He tries to speak past the gag, but it’s impossible. He whines, frustrated that he can’t talk the way he wants, and that realization only causes the desire that has no end to flare like a star falling from the sky. Blinking a few times, he fixates on the pair of glasses that are looking down at him, an amused look on their face.
A long candle is held up to his face, and then is brought back down towards his chest. “You’re going to have to do better than that, I’m afraid.” An evil glint in Ignis’ eyes makes his cock twitch, as the wax is dripped right above his nipple. He screams around the silicone, his chest arching up as a wicked laugh leaves his lover’s throat. “Would you mind repeating yourself?” The taunt goes completely ignored by Prompto, who is too busy trying to absorb the pain in a manner that he’s been shown by this man to enjoy.
He takes another deep breath through his nose, but it quickly turns into a cry of pleasure as more wax is dripped onto his skin. His body convulses as a shock of thunder magic to his inner thigh makes the room spin on end. Ignis gives him no warning, which is something he’s asked for on more than one occasion, and to have it happen like this - it’s the icing on the cake. It’s that hit of magic that makes him come for the first time that evening, a seemingly endless supply of jizz streams from the slit at the tip of his cock as his own guttural moans disappear into the silicone ball.
“I don’t recall saying that you could do that.” Malice drips from Ignis’ lips, his face coming close to Prompto’s as he struggles to regain his composure. “Did you ignore my order?”
Shaking his head back and forth, he sinks his teeth into the gag, trying to apologize for his mistake. The silence becomes deafening, the only thing he can hear is the wick burning in the candle, crackling with the promise of more pleasure. Whining through the gag, he pleads with his eyes, trying to show Ignis how truly sorry he was for his mistake.
Wax dripped from high up above him, the liquid heat causing him to squirm as he releases a pitched moan. It hits his inner thigh in the same spot that he’d been jolted with the magic, leaving his mind in a twisted state of arousal. “Prompto, Prompto….Prompto.” The third time his name is said is when he hears Ignis, suddenly cognitive of being spoken to. “You have not learned yet, have you?” More wax is splashed onto his inner thigh, drops hardening when coming into direct contact with his skin.
It’s difficult to understand what’s being said to him as the heat of the wax takes precedence over everything else happening. Not that he could say so anyway, as his teeth bite down harder into the silicone ball. In his mind, he repeats the words asked as he shakes his head slow in response. The soft touch of leather to his face lets him know that it’s the answer that Ignis is looking for, as a gloved finger strokes his cheek. More wax is dripped onto the left side of his stomach, where he feels it run down towards his hip before solidifying on his skin.
“That’s good enough for now.” Prompto cries softly as the words are spoken softly into his ear. The gloved finger touches his cheek more, the gentle motion lulling him into a false sense of security. Sweat drips from the tip of Ignis’ nose, landing on his cheek. “Now, I think you’re good for another round or two.”
Biting down on the gag with a deep groan, he sees Ignis tug on the tip of his gloved finger and pulls it off without any effort, leaving his hand naked. The touch of his index finger to where some wax had dried causes Prompto to release another groan, as direct fire magic is touched to the dried wax, melting it onto his skin for the second time. His cock is touched with the end of the candle, his mind trying to latch onto the simultaneous touches happening to his body.
“My little star.” Ignis murmurs into his ear, those words a mantra he chants in his own mind as the tip of Ignis’ finger now touches the tip of his cock. “How would you like to explode again?”
His mind goes white as Ignis pumps his cock with his hand, dripping more wax from up above him to land near his nipples. Each time it drips, he thinks it’s going to land right on the sensitive skin, but it never makes it - until it does. At the exact moment it does, Ignis starts to tease the slit on the tip of his cock, then pushes his fist all the way down to the base. It’s enough to push Prompto soaring back over the edge, his pitched moans muted by the silicone.
Two more times he’s put through the ringer, each orgasm more intense than the last. By the time his fourth orgasm is pulled from him, he’s a complete mess - his throat is sore from screaming so much, his body feels like it’s on fire from all the wax and magic that Ignis has put through him. He’s so out of it that by the time he comes around, he feels two arms around his body, and the distinct touch of warm water lapping at his sides.
“I-Iggy?” He croaks out, as he sees that they’re in the bath together, soaking in warm water.
Lips touch the nape of his neck, before a nose rubs against the side. “Yes, it’s me. How’re you feeling?” Ignis brings his face close to Prompto’s, the two sharing a whisper of a kiss together. “Do you know where you are?”
“The bathroom.” Prompto clears his throat, then sees Ignis is holding his hand under the water. He gives it a good squeeze, and feels him return it back to him. “I was out of it, wasn’t I?”
“Isn’t that what you wished for this evening?” Ignis asks. “You said you wanted to pushed like you hadn’t been before.”
He sinks back against him, and nods his head. “It’s exactly what I needed.” Prompto smiles, turning his head to rest it comfortably against the crook of Ignis’ neck. “I trust you.”
“And that’s why you feel the way you do right now.” A kiss touches his brow. “I’m happy to be here to make it happen for you.”
“You like it too, right? You’re not doing it because it’s what I want, right?” He lifts his head to look up at him.
Ignis’ free hand touches his face, the two sharing a smile. “Of course I like it. I’m as aroused as you are by the play, if not more. As you said to me, I trust you - I trust you to tell me when it’s too much, or when it’s not enough.”
“Well, I couldn’t because of the gag.” He laughs, and then moves his jaw back and forth. “I think I need a curative.”
“You can use one before going to bed tonight. Which you’re spending with me.”
Prompto returns his head to Ignis’ shoulder. “I know. You don’t like me being alone after we do stuff like this. But the room is so hot. Please - tomorrow, let’s convince Noct to go back to Galdin? The sea breeze is so nice.”
“I’ll do what I can.”
They finish their bath together, then dry off before laying down together on the bed closest to the open windows. Curling himself up against Ignis’ lithe body, he tries not to think about the humidity, and instead thinks about how nice it is to have these intimate moments together. He’s forever grateful that Ignis is willing to help him when he’s got these urges to be pushed like only Ignis can make happen for him.