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daysofthunder2024-05-09 04:33 pm
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lost all memory of the time before you, home is a foreign land [ffxv au]
Prince Noctis Lucis Caelum was a moody teenager at best.
Everyone knew that.
Of course the tabloids enjoyed spinning it with such phrases as "stoically aloof" or whatever nonsense they were feeding to the public at large, but really he was just. A teenager. One that had actually dealt with more hardships than most realized, as well, which certainly didn't help his outward demeanor, but he was still mostly a child trying to navigate his way through a difficult world that refused to slow down for anyone, least of all him, and the unique burdens of being the next in line for the throne.
But there was a difference between his usual quiet, reserved moods and whatever he had been in the last few days. Any time he got to spend with his father outside of mind numbingly boring meetings and other royal responsibilities was usually a cause for at least a few light, corner-of-the-lips smiles and bright eyes that betrayed how much he actually enjoyed it, but the last dinner they'd managed to squeeze in had him distant at best.
It took a good week to finally hear from Clarus who had overheard from Gladio that there had actually been someone in Noctis' life that wasn't his skinny, overly excited blonde best friend. The way it was told, as these games of telephone tended to do, was that he had befriended the adopted family of a former Kingsglaive, specifically the woman's two teenaged daughters, and while everyone around them could see that Noctis was absolutely smitten with the eldest daughter and she clearly had feelings for him in return, neither of them had acted on it.
And when Gladio had tried to give him (and Prompto, in regards to the youngest daughter) a push in his gruff and probably less than tactful way, he'd gotten a strange reaction from Noctis. A mix of upset and anger that he didn't usually display before stomping off. That very night had also been dinner with his father, and the entire time he was absolutely dour, barely responsive, dodging questions about school and worryingly distant.
The pieces were somewhat there to understand what may have been going on in his son's head, but something was still missing. Namely the 'why'.
Regis wasn't the best with emotions, either (Noctis had to get it from somewhere, after all) but this was something he actually felt couldn't just be regulated to letting Ignis try and pry it out of him. He wanted to address it directly, or as direct as he could, and see if maybe he could offer some legitimate fatherly advice.
Or if he would somehow make things worse.
Either way he felt for his son, truly wanted him to live his best life, and it worried him that he wasn't going for something so easily within his grasp.
Hence why he had asked Noctis to his office during a rare bit of down time in between meetings that afternoon, sitting comfortably in one of the plush chairs off to the side of his large heavy wooden table. Once Noctis entered quietly he motioned with his hand to the other empty chair.
"Thank you for coming, Noctis."
Everyone knew that.
Of course the tabloids enjoyed spinning it with such phrases as "stoically aloof" or whatever nonsense they were feeding to the public at large, but really he was just. A teenager. One that had actually dealt with more hardships than most realized, as well, which certainly didn't help his outward demeanor, but he was still mostly a child trying to navigate his way through a difficult world that refused to slow down for anyone, least of all him, and the unique burdens of being the next in line for the throne.
But there was a difference between his usual quiet, reserved moods and whatever he had been in the last few days. Any time he got to spend with his father outside of mind numbingly boring meetings and other royal responsibilities was usually a cause for at least a few light, corner-of-the-lips smiles and bright eyes that betrayed how much he actually enjoyed it, but the last dinner they'd managed to squeeze in had him distant at best.
It took a good week to finally hear from Clarus who had overheard from Gladio that there had actually been someone in Noctis' life that wasn't his skinny, overly excited blonde best friend. The way it was told, as these games of telephone tended to do, was that he had befriended the adopted family of a former Kingsglaive, specifically the woman's two teenaged daughters, and while everyone around them could see that Noctis was absolutely smitten with the eldest daughter and she clearly had feelings for him in return, neither of them had acted on it.
And when Gladio had tried to give him (and Prompto, in regards to the youngest daughter) a push in his gruff and probably less than tactful way, he'd gotten a strange reaction from Noctis. A mix of upset and anger that he didn't usually display before stomping off. That very night had also been dinner with his father, and the entire time he was absolutely dour, barely responsive, dodging questions about school and worryingly distant.
The pieces were somewhat there to understand what may have been going on in his son's head, but something was still missing. Namely the 'why'.
Regis wasn't the best with emotions, either (Noctis had to get it from somewhere, after all) but this was something he actually felt couldn't just be regulated to letting Ignis try and pry it out of him. He wanted to address it directly, or as direct as he could, and see if maybe he could offer some legitimate fatherly advice.
Or if he would somehow make things worse.
Either way he felt for his son, truly wanted him to live his best life, and it worried him that he wasn't going for something so easily within his grasp.
Hence why he had asked Noctis to his office during a rare bit of down time in between meetings that afternoon, sitting comfortably in one of the plush chairs off to the side of his large heavy wooden table. Once Noctis entered quietly he motioned with his hand to the other empty chair.
"Thank you for coming, Noctis."
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Her breath caught in her throat at being pulled flush to him, and for a moment she just let herself focus on the feel of their matching heartbeats, fast with excitement, and the way he breathed her name. She closed her eyes, letting her arms wrap around him in a tight hold.
Then he was kissing her, lips on skin, fingers digging into her in places she'd never thought would be touched by him. A warmth different from the water began to curl inside her and a sound she'd never uttered before escaped from her slightly parted lips. When he hesitated it turned into a pleading whine.
"Don't stop..." she begged, voice low and throaty.
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"As you wish." He murmurs, voice husky as his fingers start to explore her womanhood; gliding along the folds in search of which spots elicit the strongest reactions. He notes two in particular, the obvious as he circles her entrance with his middle finger and a small nub near the front that he brushes over with his thumb. Meanwhile, he continues using his mouth to draw out other sounds, pressing a kiss to the swell of each breast in turn before capturing a nipple lightly between his teeth and closing his lips over it.
That's when he decides to gently insert one digit into her heat and slowly circle it around, knowing he'll have to do a little prep with it being their first time and all. The last thing he wants to do is hurt her. After a little while, he'll slide in a second finger, parting and twisting both as he works her; thumb simultaneously rubbing along the sensitive bundle of nerves. Noctis will eventually shift so that his other hand fully supports her back in case she gets the urge to move her hips more freely.
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She was already panting with drawn out moans at his hand merely exploring, but when the finger slipped inside she felt a full body tremble come across her whole body that almost made her afraid she was going to come undone right then and there. She didn't, but the sound she made with her head back was loud and sudden. She gripped his arms tightly, not wanting to sink beneath the water even though she felt like she might lose control of her limbs at any second.
His slight shift of position helped, and her hips started to move against his hand almost instinctually, driving his finger deeper inside her. She wasn't sure how much longer she could resist that rising heat. This was just his hand. Was she absolutely going to come apart at the seams with more?
She didn't get much time to consider, bucking up against his hand roughly as she cried out his name loudly.
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But is there anything sexier than hearing those sounds fall from her lips, coaxed by his own ministrations?
Damn!
Noctis doesn't think he can hold back much longer himself, as he's incredibly hard now, but by some miracle he does. Though her uttering his name as she topples and clamps around his fingers is an exercise in self-control he never thought he'd face. He releases her nipple and smiles at her, taking in her expression, drunk on ecstacy and slowly removes his fingers, giving her a quick peck and a few minutes to recover.
"Ready for the real thing?" He asks breathily at length, hands shifting to her hips as he carefully starts to back her towards the pool wall.
Once there, he'll pause and offer her an impish grin as he holds up a hand and snaps his fingers, one of Gladio's 'gifts,' appearing in hand.
He's literally aching to be inside her as it takes him longer than he would have liked to, somewhat clumsily, apply the condom.
Of course, he still waits for her answer before making any further moves.
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She watched him with a hooded gaze and eyes dark with lust. As much as she worried that she would fall apart the second he entered her properly, she still wanted it to happen. She took a deep breath to steady herself and nodded while letting it out slow, touching his arms and chest while he worked to get the condom on.
"Y-yeah... I am," she added as an extra assurance.
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He huffs a breathy laugh, "You're making me impatient." he admits finishing and offering her a small smirk as he moves between her legs.
With one arm, he'll support under her rear while lining himself up. He's pretty sure he can't hold back much more and hopes she won't be disappointed if he comes undone too quickly. What he does manage to do is keep himself from pushing in too fast, though he's still buried to the hilt in less time than he would have preferred, his original intent wanting to go slow.
"S... sorry..." he apologizes sheepishly between gritted teeth as he absolutely was not prepared for the assault of sensations accompanying the real deal. It's like a flood of pleasure surging through him, igniting his veins and they haven't even started moving yet!
Shit! She feels amazing!
Quickly he moves his hands to support her thighs, using the wall to brace while he gives her time to adjust to the feel of him.
Gazing into her eyes, his own half-lidded and lust drunk, he smiles affectionately at her and rubs his cheek against hers.
"When you're ready."