downrightfierce | 008. prompto/gladio; oh, you're in my veins

008. prompto/gladio; oh, you're in my veins

and i cannot get you out

Prompto was pretty sure he was an idiot. No… not pretty sure. He knew he was an idiot.

And really… Cid and his never ending taunts to the marks on his neck were not helping. Nor was the fact he fucking hurt. He felt a little bit like he'd gotten hit by a truck. Or, more accurately, that he'd almost died, had his side torn to shreds and then decided to have some of the most intense sex of his life. Yeah… he was definitely feeling it.

But as much as a mess as his body was, it had nothing on his state of mind.

Because he had had some of the most intense sex of his life with Gladio, proceeded to spend the night with him cuddling, and then the morning he'd tried to fucking high five the other man, thanked him for the sex with a thumbs up and tripped over his own damn two feet as he tried to hightail it out of the caravan. Not exactly his smoothest moment.

“You. Are. Such. An. Idiot.” He mumbled and let his head fall onto the workbench. Gave it a few more hits with his forehead for good measure and realized he'd forgotten all about Cid for half a minute, at least until the older man started to laugh.

“Well I ain't gonna argue you on that one, kid, but you think you can keep the dramatics to a minimum here… we got work to do,” Cid said and pointed the end of a screwdriver at the pile of weapons on the end of the bench.

Prompto lifted his head. Sighed. Straightened up and grabbed the gun next to him. If nothing else it could maybe distract him from his own idiocy for a while. Distract him from that sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach that he had completely fucked everything up with his inability to be normal that morning. Distract him from how he could still feel Gladio's hands all over him, how the marks on his body still felt the ghost of lips, how he could still feel Gladio in him every time he moved.

Distract him from how he wanted more.

And it worked. For a while. He got lost in the work with Cid, found his mind clearing as he focused on the repairs and modifications, felt better as he took something broken and made it better. Worked at least until his phone buzzed against the bench where he had plugged it in to charge. He glanced up from his work and seeing that it was a text from Cindy he put his tool down and grabbed the phone.

Hey, Heartbreaker… looks like tall, dark, and handsome is getting ready to take off… thought you might like to know

The panic was almost immediate. Gladio was… leaving!?!? And that sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach threatened to overt take him, felt massive all the sudden as his throat went dry and he could barely swallow against the hard lump caught in the back of it. His hands started to shake… and he knew from experience that this could quickly go into a full out panic attack if he didn't nip it in the bud.

Deep breath. Inhale. Exhale. Breathe…

Five things to see; gun, screwdriver, phone, hammer, Cid. His eyes darted to each in kind. Four things he could touch; metal, workbench, denim, his own arm. And so his hand moved from gun to table top to his knee to arm. Three things to smell; gunpowder, the terribly fruity shampoo he'd borrowed from Cindy when he'd gotten back to the garage, the smoke from Cid’s pipe on the table. Two things he could hear; Cid drumming his fingers on the workbench… the blood as it rushed in his own ears and one thing he could taste was the bile that threatened in the back of his throat.

Fuck.

Prompto scrambled off the stool and ignoring Cid’s concerned voice behind him he bolted from the back room and to where he knew Gladio had parked his bike. He stopped a few feet short and now there had no idea what to even say.

“You're leaving?” he asked after a moment. His voice thin and tight.

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Was he? He honestly didn’t know. Maybe. The trouble was Prompto had never been that good at figuring out what he wanted. Hadn’t been since the day Luna’s letter had found him and he’d started to revolve his entire life around Noctis. But he knew there was a tightness that clenched at his chest at the idea of Gladio not being there. Even if he couldn’t pinpoint why it mattered so much.

He pushed himself off the bench and moved closer. A shrug of shoulders as he looked up at Gladio. “I guess? Maybe?” Fuck why was he so bad at this.

Prompto paused for a moment and then fell back into something he was at least slightly less bad at. Stepped a foot between Gladio’s, hands sliding behind his hips as he leaned up to drag his mouth across Gladio’s neck. “I mean, if you wanted…” effectively giving up having to make the decision himself.

Hello there. Seemed to Gladio like Prompto had made the decision himself. A part of him wanted to mutter that Prompto didn't need to sweeten the pot or anything, but well, fuck. Maybe they both needed the physicality of it. So instead he only gave a quiet huff of a laugh, bringing a hand up to the back of Prompto's head and sliding his fingers through the softness of his hair. "Sure. Means you'll have to keep sharing the bed, though." Spoken like it would be a problem, but well aware it wouldn't be for either of them. It had been easier to fall asleep with Prompto on his chest than it had been for years of sleeping alone.

"Tell you what. Show me somewhere I can get a shower around here, and I'll give you a massage to try and help out with some of that limp." Smirk. He knew damn well he was being a bit of an asshole and it was a flex of his ego but at the same time, it was a stroke across the tentative re-connection they had made together through a single mutual need.

He laughed at the comment because really… it was so Gladio and it actually felt kind of nice. Normal somehow. Even if none of this was. There was even a blush, high across his cheeks at having been called out over his probably fairly noticeable gait that day. “Ass…” he murmured against Gladio's skin, though his tone was far from biting.

He pulled back, slipped hands into his pockets and looked up at Gladio with a smile. “But I'd never say no to a massage,” he added. Who would really.

Prompto opened the door to his room and nodded to the stairs down the hall. “First door on the left,” he instructed Gladio. Anyone who would use that particular washroom was already milling about in other places for the day so Gladio shouldn't run into anyone. “Should be towels and everything up there.”

"Yeah, already got yours." Complete with a squeeze. No, not a damn bit of this was normal, not even before Noct had been taken from them, but... hell. If none of it was normal, then that was the new normal and Gladio was just going to go with it. What else could he do? He'd been doing it for so many years now, the constant changing and yet the horrible constant of the darkness, of his anger and hurt.

He snagged his pack and opened it, after Prompto showed him the way, and grabbed something out of it - a flash of what might have been soap, and of all things, a straight razor. "Shit, a clean towel? Must be my lucky day."

But he only got a few steps towards the door before, without even looking back, he offered, "hey, Prom. ...Just how big is that shower, anyway?"

Somehow Gladio with a straight razor seemed fitting. Conjured up all kinds of images of rugged manliness that more than suited Gladio. It was kind of hot really.

He smirked a little at the invitation wrapped up in the question. “Big enough,” he answered, his tone a bit amused. “Why, you looking for some company there, big guy?” but the question was rhetorical at best as Prompto had already moved to follow Gladio.

Straight razor was a hell of a lot easier to keep than any kind of electric or disposable one in this hellhole of a land anymore, and besides he could not only keep it sharp, clean, and oiled better... it could be a weapon, if he needed. It'd happened once. Some hunters had no morals left in them.

"Might be. Depends on if that company can wash my back for me or not." Gladio laughed as he led the way, and the moment Prompto was also inside the bathroom and the door was shut, he turned, captured the other's chin in a hand, then his lips in a kiss. Briefly, but firm, before Gladio smirked.

That was all before he started to test out the water, seeing if he was lucky enough to get a hot shower for the first time in a damn long time.

He grinned a bit cheekily at the words as he followed Gladio. “I might be willing to wash more than that,” brows raised with a smirk of his own before Gladio captured his mouth in that kiss. There was the smallest little whimper as Gladio pulled away, hating the loss of contact.

He leaned over Gladio and adjusted the tap to the magic spot that would keep the water running hot. “It's kind of finicky,” he explained, “I got the hot water tanks to run off the generator but it only seems to like that specific spot.” A shrug as he finished.

Prompto tugged his shirt off and let it fall to the ground. His expression faltered for a moment as fingers ran over the fresh scars on his side. The vivid reminder that it had been damn close. Too close.

Gladio looked back and there were words on his lips to comment that Prompto was looking good - and honestly he had filled out that scrawny body really well - when he saw that expression change. Shit. He shifted to reach over, grasping Prompto's wrist and brought up the fingers that had touched the scars, touching his lips to them before his hand covered the scars himself. "You're still here." Very quiet yet firm, looking Prompto in the eyes if he could meet them. Too close, but Prompto was alive.

He nudged Prompto towards the water, thinking that he could get the other's mind off the near-death experience. Who didn't like a bit of fun up against a shower wall?

Prompto's breath caught in his throat as he felt Gladio's lips against his fingers, his eyes locked on Gladio's face. And it wasn't as though he was touched starved that the move should hit him the way it did. No, Prompto had been dulling his pain in casual sex often enough to keep that particular one from piling onto his already vast mountain of issues. But maybe it was something else he thought in that moment. Affection starved. And he realized that Gladio was the first person since Noct that he'd slept with who looked at him like he was worth a damn. Worth more than just a way of getting off quick.

His mouth felt dry, blood running hot and cold all at once as warmth and panic raged to see who would emerge victorious. Scared at the idea of wanting this and scared at the prospect of walking away from it.

So he shucked off his pants and shoes and slipped into the shower. Waited till Gladio was undressed and wrapped an arm around his arm to pull him in. Prompto traced a line up black ink as he looked up at Gladio from under wet strands of hair before he leaned forward and dragged his mouth over a pec. “It is seriously unfair how hot you are,” he said, lightness returning to his tone at the words before his lips latched around one of Gladio's nipples.

The change in Prompto's breath didn't go unnoticed, and it settled like a warmth in Gladio's chest that he wanted to feel more of. It was so much softer than he usually was, so much softer than the sounds he brought out of other people when they had sex. Fucked. It was, usually, a release for all involved and that was that. Here he was, though. They had done nothing less than found that relief in each other last night but... it held something more. It still did. It was why he was still here, the image of Prompto pressed up against his jacket, clinging to him.

The feeling of being wanted by someone in a way that wasn't just sex.

Gladio took in the sight of Prompto as he finished undressing, then took his time peeling off his own layers before joining him. It was a surprise how demanding Prompto turned back he let him do it, bringing up a big hand to slide into blond strands and pull them back from those eyes before giving a laugh. A laugh that turned into a groan as that sight, shit. He let his hand move back around to cup Prompto's skull, licking his lips as water ran over them. "Funny, I'd say the same about you."

Prompto had filled himself out, had the look of a fighter, more certain about himself. Those damn eyes... still just like he could remember, too blue and bright even with the darkness in and out.

There's a huff of a noise at Gladio's words. A little bout of protest because no, he wasn't. At least in his own mind. The reflection that stared back at him never one he liked that much. Too pale, too many damn freckles (even still in the never ending blackness), too awkward looking. No way in hell he'd ever be on the same playing field as Gladio.

But it somehow didn't matter right then as Gladio looked down at him, as he groaned under his touch. And Prompto let his gaze fall as he sunk to his knees. His mouth dragged over the crease where hip meet thigh, one his hands ran back to grip around Gladio's ass and the other trailed lightly over the length of his cock as he let his eyes dart back up.

Yeah, there had been a time when he was most of those things. Now most of the people in the world were pale except those that had a naturally darker skin tone and Gladio, as he looked at Prompto, found he liked the look of the dark sprinkle of freckles against white skin. Like the universe in reverse, stars against the sky. He looked thin, they all did from hunger to one degree or another, but less awkward looking. Much less.

Almost no one was on the level of Gladio's body, but most people definitely weren't built like the Amicitia were.

Fuck. The thought slid through Gladio's mind as he stared down at Prompto on his knees, his lips parting at the sight of it which was way, way better than he might have ever imagined. It was easy to bring his hands into Prompto's flattened hair, thumbs rubbing up behind his ears. "...shit, do you have any idea how good you look on your knees?" he said quietly over the spray of water that took away blood and sweat and semen and dirt all tried into their skin. "Think you can take me?" The corner of his lips lifted, challenging.

He moaned a little against Gladio's skin at the touch behind his ears, a spot that had always been particularly sensitive. And as he glanced up it was almost overwhelming - in a good way he realized - how there was nothing but Gladio. Prompto had always known Gladio was big - tall and built - but on his knees like this it was so much more. His whole field of vision nothing but bronze skin and muscle. And it helped, focused him down to nothing but what was happening right then. Blocked out the world, blocked out the tangents in his own mind in a way no one else had ever really been able to do.

There's a determined glint in his eyes at the challenge laid down. And while he's sure that maybe the answer is no, or at least no to some degree, he sure as fuck was going to try. His tongue followed the line his thumb had just made, lapped at the tip of Gladio's cock and then he opened his mouth. The water that spilled between them helped as Prompto slid his mouth over Gladio's length, lips stretched wide around Gladio's girth. He took Gladio as far as he could on that first foray, then hollowed his cheeks and sucked as he pulled back before he repeated the motion.

That sensitive spot was very much tucked away for future reference with the plan of finding more. Prompto was proving himself to be very responsive to touch, and it encouraged Gladio to keep up those little motions - stroking his fingers along the other's scalp, down to the sprays of freckles across his cheeks, neck, shoulders. There was no way to miss the change in Prompto when the challenge hung between them, specially when Gladio's thumb ran under the other's chin briefly so he could look down into those vivid eyes.

Pretty much the answer to that question had been 'no' no matter who it was asked to when it came to him, but it often spurred on a certain vigor in some people that could definitely be fun... just like now. There was something downright surreal about watching Prompto as he used that tongue like he knew what he was doing, then even more with that mouth of his. "Fuck," Gladio groaned quietly, tongue flicking out and licking across. "Knew that mouth was good for something. Been holding back on me." His thumbs caressed behind Prompto's ears like a reward.

He moaned against Gladio's cock in his mouth, both at the words and at the touch. And really, maybe he should be worried about how very rapidly he was getting hooked on Gladio hitting that praise kink he hadn't even realized he had to this degree - but he really didn't give a fuck right then. He just wanted more. Knew it caused his own cock to twitch between his legs, knew it sent shivers down his spine and made everything okay, if only for the moment.

Prompto's head bobbed forward as he took more of Gladio into his mouth, fingers wrapped around what he couldn't get in his mouth. His tongue lapped at the underside as he bobbed back and forth, cheeks hollowed and damn if his jaw wasn't already starting to ache but it was perfect still. His eyes flickered up and he watched Gladio as he worked him.

Tears pinpricked in the corner as he pushed himself further, felt the tip of Gladio's cock down his throat and he worked against actually choking. Prompto pulled off for a moment, his hand still around Gladio's cock though with a few thrusts as he coughed a few times, head turned to the side. A mumbled shit under his breath before he wrapped his lips around Gladio again and started once more.

Gladio didn't look away as Prompto took him, pupils wide and making his eyes that much darker in his arousal. It was impossible to miss the way Prompto's throat flexed around him, something not unfamiliar from the past, but feeling Prompto doing it of all people felt wrong, yet at the same that wrongness somehow made it... more.

He groaned low and when Prompto pulled back, he took the chance to still his head and give a few shallow thrusts, testing the waters. "Fuck, that's good, babe." The words just came out of his mouth without much thought behind them other than the truth of them. His hand shifted and his thumb stroked over Prompto's throat. "Willing to choke yourself for me? Mm. Curious to see just how far you'll make it down here." His thumb slid down the length of it.

He whimpered at the words, the idea of Gladio's dick so far down his throat he couldn't even breathe. A thought that should - had in the past - fill him with panic. To be that much at someone else's mercy, to be that far under someone else's control. Except it's Gladio and he trusts him. Implicitly. Completely. And so no, there's no flash of panic, there's no pulling away. There's just that whimper and a slight nod of his head before Prompto opened his mouth up more, inviting Gladio to find out just how far he could make it.

One of Prompto's hands moves to Gladio's thigh, fingers curled into the skin there for balance. His eyes still upward toward Gladio, even as his other hand moved to wrap his fingers around his own cock.

And he doesn't answer because he knows the answer is written all over his face. Please - do it - fuck my throat raw until I can't even breathe, can't even think, can't even see straight and until there's nothing but you.

There was that brief moment when Gladio's eyes went wide at Prompto's choice reaction to his words. That pleading, needing, challenging look in his eyes that spoke volumes and curled heat deep in his cut. His thumb briefly pressed in, his breath shuddering in his throat. He would never forget the look of Prompto on his knees, begging to have his throat fucked.

Gladio shifted his hands and gently cupped Prompto's skull, his thumbs brushing Prompto's temple, his cheek, before smirking. "Want you to take me nice and deep." Before he gave the first, lazy roll of his hips, pushing in nice and deep to see just how far Prompto would be able to take him. "Just relax your throat, let me take you just like you did last night."

He whimpered again as Gladio's thumb pressed into his throat. A touch that only served to have the back of his mind scream more. All these little parts of him that had laid dormant since everything that had happened before the world was plunged into darkness, little ideas that had taken hold of him but hadn't seemed safe in the aftermath of Ardyn. Now suddenly awoken and screaming in want because Gladio was making it safe. He was so fucking screwed. And he knew when he came back to logical thought and not the haze of sex, he'll find himself dreading the moment Gladio would get sick of him and this would go away.

Oh but he'll enjoy it until then.

He listened to Gladio's words and fuck he was pretty sure Gladio could read a phone book and make it sexy so this was beyond. His hand around his own length moved slow and steady as he felt Gladio sink his cock into his mouth. He focused on relaxing his throat, not letting himself gag at the sudden intrusion. Gladio's dick a heavy weight in his mouth but he loved it, and his tongue lapped against what he could, pressing Gladio against the roof of his mouth.

Everything that had happened to Prompto... really, in some ways, his friends had let him down. So much had been happening after that, then to lose Noct had come down like a blow to the three left behind in the world as the night became longer and longer until the very last day the sun had risen at all, then nothing. He and Ignis should have talked to Prompto about what had happened with Prompto during the time between the train and finding him bleeding and strung up on that metal cross as bait. How angry Gladio could remember being at seeing Prompto there, how wrong it had been, and yet he hadn't-

Thoughts for another time. Any other time when his cock wasn't down Prompto's all-too-willing throat and the blond's tongue wasn't proving it could be so clever and Gladio could concentrate on deeper thoughts beyond how he would make it up to Prompto later.

Instead, for now, he watched Prompto for any signs that it was too much and needed to stop, working his hips as a hand shifted from where it held, sliding along the side of Prompto's throat and holding there with his thumb feeling every little swallow. The other hand braced against the shower wall, letting him move more easily. "Shit," he breathed out. "Never would have guessed you were this good. Look how far you've got me already."

He pushed his cock in and paused there, hand quickly leaving the shower and circling his cock where Prompto's lips were, thumb sneaking across the soft lips, before pulling back. "All of that, already."

It was a challenge to not just gag or instinctively pull himself off of Gladio's cock, but one he was determined to overcome. And the way Gladio looked at him, talked to him right then? Well, it more than made it worth it. He moaned against Gladio, his own hand working himself as Gladio talked and touched him.

It was almost like some out of body experience really. The way he could still breathe but how it was still definitely hampered somewhat by Gladio's cock down the back of his throat, the way it felt to have his world narrowed to just that and his own hand around himself. He knew maybe he should be embarrassed by how depraved he probably looked then, tears in his eyes as he looked up at Gladio with such desperation to just keep going, keep using him for whatever he wanted. He was sure there was drool being washed away with the water… but Gladio kept looking at him like it was the hottest thing ever and that was all that mattered.

And like the night before he was vaguely aware of pain, the discomfort of being stretched and filled and a burning in his lungs from half breaths, but it swirled with the pleasure and became something else. Something he was very quickly getting addicted to.

A motion below caught Gladio's eye and he shifted just enough to be able to catch sight of Prompto pleasuring himself, bringing out a low growl of desire at the sight of it. "Can't even keep your hands off yourself? Good. Think I could watch you all night, touching yourself. The only downside is that in the shower I can't turn you around and have you in my mouth, too."

And he meant it. Wouldn't have mind stretching out their bodies across the mattress in Prompto's room and proving he could give as good as he got. As much as he had always wanted to protect Prompto when they were younger, he wanted to fondle him now, fuck him cradle him close fall asleep with his arms wrapped around him... and the entire idea felt twisted in his head. It was all last night, the circumstances of their sleeping arrangement, had to be, but having felt it, it was like some subtle drug in his veins. Urging, urging for more of it because the heady milk of real human contact was a deep draught to drink.

He groaned, the noise vibrating around Gladio's cock at his words. And they only served to make his hand pump himself a little bit faster at the images it brought up. At the idea of Gladio's mouth on him in such an intimate way.

His own mouth moved back and forth against Gladio's length, a bit more sliding between his lips each time. Even with the night before it was still a sense of shock somehow at the size of the other man. He'd always assumed of course, but it was different to know for sure. Different when his mouth was wrapped around it and it wasn't just a thought in the back of his mind.

Prompto pulled back entirely for a moment, sucked a breath between swollen lips. His hand that wasn't working himself gave a few thrusts to Gladio's dick as he looked up at the other. “Gonna come for me, big guy? Want you to come down the back of my throat…” his voice sounded foreign in the echo of the shower, raw and rough. And not really waiting for a reply he sunk his mouth back around Gladio's cock.

That might have been the single hottest thing anyone had ever said to him. Hearing Prompto, who didn't even sound like Prompto with that sexy roughened voice, tell him to come down the back of his throat... Gladio shuddered, bracing himself against the wall with one hand and the other gripping Prompto's hair tight. His eyes stayed half-lidded though as he watched his own cock disappear down Prompto's throat as through his last few thrusts, he took away some of Prompto's control and slid down deep, never any deeper than his hand restricted him.

It wouldn't be more than a handful before he gave a warning sound, then did as he was asked, what he wanted, cock nestled deep into that warm, willing throat, shuddering as he came with his teeth grit firmly together, mind briefly going wonderfully blank.

He whimpered at the tug of his hair, but definitely not in a stop way. No, it was perfect. The sharp pain that radiated from his scalp in contrast to the desire that burned along every inch of his skin. Perfect.

And he surprised even himself with how far Gladio could push himself in during those last few thrusts. A flicker of something akin to pride in his eyes as he felt Gladio's cock deep in his throat. As he watched the man above him start to completely unravel. And fuck he could watch Gladio come like that over and over.

He pulled back as Gladio spilled into his throat, swallowed and had a quick moment of thank fuck when he managed not to choke. His hand still wrapped around his own dick only took a few more thrusts to have him being pulled under by his own orgasm with a hoarse moan. He stilled for a moment or two after, breath ragged under the sound of the water running and then he laughed softly, a bit giddy in the come down, as he reached a hand up for Gladio to help him back to his feet.

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