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Breaking Toes - Chapter 2

Pairings: Noctis/Prompto/Gladio/Ignis

Rating: Explicit

Notes: A conintuiation of my last OT4 fic, Happiest Season, but absolutely can be read as a stand alone!

Status: Chapter 2/?

Summary: Prompto has not one, not two, but three boyfriends now... What exactly is he supposed to do with them?

Preview: There’s flour everywhere.

When the dust settles, Noctis’ blinks, getting it out of his eyes. He looks ridiculous. Flour doting his entire right side, in his hair, over his face. He looks like a makeup tutorial gone nightmarishly bad. He fixes Prompto with a grin.

Prompto mirrors it, aware he looks just as ridiculous with flour spilled all down his front. Their aprons seem like a trivial idea at this point.

They laugh. “You look so stupid!” Noctis cackles.

“You look even worse!”

Prompto tries to hold himself upright while they laugh their sides sore, but it doesn’t work, and they’re both on the ground, laughing into each other’s arms, making the mess way worse.

Noctis pinches some in his fingers and flicks it at Prompto’s face.

Prompto grabs Noctis’ face and rubs their noses together. Noctis whines, but gives him a kiss anyway.

“Flour tastes like ass,” he says in between giggles.

Prompto helps sweep up the worst of it, but he has a feeling it’s going to be found in hidden corners of the kitchen for weeks after this. Noctis leads him upstairs to his ensuite and hands him a towel.

“Use anyone’s soap you want but Gladio’s smells the best.”

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Prompto is coming out of a meeting with his professor, his head swimming with all they went over, when his phone buzzes. He tiredly looks at the message, but feels himself growing lighter upon seeing it’s from Noctis. It just says “Wanna hang?” with a slew of emojis Prompto can’t decipher, but texts an affirmative and goes to wait by the campus gates to be picked up.

There’s a few murmurs of appreciation when Noctis pulls up in his black car, opening the passenger door for him. Prompto climbs in and welcomes the heated seat on his butt.

“Hey, baby,” Noctis greets. They lean in for a kiss and Prompto hums in appreciation. “I just gotta run some errands, then we can head back to ours.”

Prompto nods.

They pick up Ignis’ dry cleaning. Go by the store for extra groceries. Run past Gladio’s studio because he forgot his lunch. He gives them both a scratchy kiss on their way out the door.

Then they’re heading back to Noctis’ place. It occurs to Prompto he’s never seen Noctis go to work. Or school. He never asked what Noctis does for a living, so he asks now.

“This.”

What is the this part of this? And Prompto realises he means all of it. The errands, the groceries, the small things that must get left behind by the others.

Noctis notices Prompto side-eyeing him, wanting to question but not knowing if he should. Noctis just shrugs.

“It was like my fourth year of law school. I hated every moment of it. I had more anxiety than I did blood at that point. I can’t remember what number panic attack we were on, but one night it was particularly bad. Ignis finally just told me to drop out. Well, he phrased it as ‘take some time off’. Which I did.”

“And you just never went back?”

“I took a year, spent a few months just sleeping and learning how to function again. Then realised I was bored brainless. Gladio and Ignis started asking me to do small things around the house, to help out while they were still at work. Figured it was the least I could do. Then I kind of just, kept doing it. I liked being relied on like that.

Liked when Ignis would leave me a list of chores, and would smile at me all proud when he came home and they were all marked off. I liked when I finally got the grocery order right and remembered the specific brand of protein powder Gladio likes. I started cleaning more, gardening more. Gladio still does the hard yard work and dinner will always be Ignis’ domain, but there was something about being domestic that resonated with me.”

Prompto listens carefully. He likes how soft Noctis’ voice is as he talks fondly of his boyfriends.

“Then the year was up, I had to go back, and the panic attacks started again. Ignis and Gladio sat me down and told me straight up they’d support me no matter what. That if it was that bad, I could change degrees or, and this was the part I wasn’t expecting, not go back at all.

I was absolutely expecting a lecture about what’s expected of me and how I just needed to suck it up and get my head straight. That they were giving me an out? Entirely? I don’t think I could love them more for that.”

“And you became a house husband.”

Noctis snorts.

“Ye-ep! And proud of it!”

Prompto sees why. It suits him. Noctis comes off lazy. Constantly whining when he has to get up and falling asleep on the couch more often than he sits on it, but Prompto can see now he just prioritises his efforts where they’re most needed.

The rest of the drive is a peaceful quiet. Noctis takes Prompto’s hand. Prompto plays with Noctis’ fingers.

Noctis is making bread. Because he can do that.

“You dropped out of your law degree to make bread at home?” Prompto asks.

“I dropped out of my law degree because I’d rather make bread at home than traumatise myself further.”

Another boyfriend, another lot of surprises.

Ignis and Gladio might have their own surprises, there’s plenty of times Prompto caught himself assuming one way and having them lead him another. It’s his history with Noctis that means Prompto really thought he knew something about at least one of his boyfriends.

He knows nothing.

Noctis is a completely different person to who Prompto went to high school with, and for a moment, who he knew when they were in college. He likes this Noctis.

“Can you get the yeast? I think it’s done fermenting.”

Prompto grabs the bowl of bubbly stuff and hands it to Noctis.

“Flour’s in the freezer.”

“Why do you keep flour in the freezer?”

“Keeps the bugs out!”

Prompto opens the fridge to grab the bag of flour, not realising Noctis has come up close behind him to grab something else. When he whirls around, the bag smacks Noctis’ side and splits in two, exploding in a cloud of white.

There’s flour everywhere.

Prompto mirrors it, aware he looks just as ridiculous with flour spilled all down his front. Their aprons seem like a trivial idea at this point.

They laugh.

“You look so stupid!” Noctis cackles.

“You look even worse!”

Prompto tries to hold himself upright while they laugh their sides sore, but it doesn’t work, and they’re both on the ground, laughing into each other’s arms, making the mess way worse.

Noctis pinches some in his fingers and flicks it at Prompto’s face.

Prompto grabs Noctis’ face and rubs their noses together. Noctis whines, but gives him a kiss anyway.

“Flour tastes like ass,” he says in between giggles.

Prompto helps sweep up the worst of it, but he has a feeling it’s going to be found in hidden corners of the kitchen for weeks after this.

Noctis leads him upstairs to his ensuite and hands him a towel.

“Use anyone’s soap you want but Gladio’s smells the best.”

Prompto clutches the towel in his hands, nervous. He shouldn’t be. This is Noctis. Maybe a different Noctis to the one Prompto knew years ago, but still his Noctis.

Noctis is halfway pulling the bathroom door shut when he catches Prompto’s look.

“Won’t you need to shower too?”

Noctis raises an eyebrow.

“I mean we’re not getting bread. Figured the least we can do is save on the water bill.”

Noctis' smile is breathtaking, and so are his kisses as Prompto is pressed against the shower wall. It’s steamy in here for a multitude of reasons, and Prompto feels like the hot water raining down on their bodies is the least of them.

He whimpers, gripping Noctis, feeling the semi against his hip. It makes him whimper more.

“If high school Noctis could see me now,” he says, moving his lips to kiss along Prompto’s jaw. Prompto winds a hand in dark, wet hair. Opens his mouth more, kisses harder.

“High school Noctis would have already cum.”

“Yeah! And he’d be proud doing it!”

It’s so easy to laugh with Noctis. To snort and giggle and clutch at his shoulders at his stupid, immature jokes. Then there are hands on his length and the laughter dies with a moan.

Noctis is stroking him and it doesn’t take long before Prompto is completely hard. Blue eyes are looking at him, intense, serious. Prompto has learnt Noctis is only truly serious when he wants something badly enough.

“Can you fuck me?”

Oh. Oh wow. Oh shit.

“Yes,” Prompto says on a shuddering breath. “Yes, I can definitely do that.”

He can’t remember the time in the middle. Between the start and the now, only that he has Noctis bent against the shower wall and Prompto is trying really hard to thrust with a modicum of aim. Noctis cheek is against the tiles, water running in rivulets down his back, sometimes catching on his scar. It makes Prompto realise how vulnerable this position might be for him, and how honoured Prompto feels being allowed to see it.

Prompto looks to where Noctis is sucking him in, where his length disappears into a tight ring of muscle, and almost loses it there.

“Six, you got big,” Noctis gasps. Prompto sputters. He looks into Noctis’ eyes, where he’s looking at Prompto over his shoulder. “Would you hate me if I told you I used to get off imagining this?”

Prompto very much would not.

“N-no,” Prompto gasps, thrusting a little deeper this time. His hand slips a little where he’s braced himself beside Noctis’ shoulder. The wet heat around his dick is unfairly good. “I did too.”

Noctis gasps a little, smiles a little.

“Gym class was the fucking worse, ” Noctis coninues. “A test of my will every time.”

Oh shit, Prompto remembers that. Had they really been pining for each other the whole time? Secretly lusting after the other all those years?

“Now look at you,” Noctis sounds like he’s working overtime to get any kind of lucid words from his lips. “You got taller. You got broader. I swear your eyes got brighter.”

Prompto keens, nails digging into Noctis’ hip.

“Your dick tastes amazing, by the way. Remember the other night?”

Prompto does and that’s the problem, because now he’s thinking of Noctis giving him a blowjob while he’s currently fucking his ass instead and his mind is going haywire. He doesn’t know if his movements are even landing, he’s not got a lot of practice topping, but Noctis seems to be having a good time as he sinks his hips a little to meet Prompto’s thrusts.

“Anyone ever tell you,” Prompto gasps. “That you’ve got a dirty mouth.”

“Oh, all the time.”

Prompto laughs. Prompto moans.

Noctis does too, and the sound vibrates on the tiled walls.

He leans forward so he can press his chest to Noctis’ back, wrapping a hand around his hard as diamonds dick, kissing Noctis where he can. Noctis’ movements become eratic, his body seeming undecided whether to thrust into Prompto’s hand or fuck himself back on Prompto’s dick.

Prompto eventually manages a good rhythm, that does both equally as well, and has Noctis moaning louder into Prompto’s mouth.

Prompto starts thrusting harder, grabbing what noises from Noctis he can and ringing them from his throat.

“Y-yeah. Go-ods!” Noctis moans. “There! Shit, Prompto, there!”

Prompto remembers the spot and dives with true honesty. Noctis is clenching around him, making it hard to see straight.

“You slow down, I kill you,” Noctis threatens, voice guttural. Fuck, he’s feisty. A real brat. Prompto loves it.

Prompto speeds up his thrusts and the motion of his hand, ringing every sweet noise and twitching movement from Noctis he can as he cums hard against the tiles. His moan echoes across the walls of the bathroom, amplified in Prompto’s head, where he’ll remember it for months.

Prompto follows soon after, continuing to fuck into Noctis, wringing his own pleasure out of him. Forehead pressed to Noctis’ shoulder blades, Noctis panting as he’s filled. Oh, it’s a sight Prompto wants to remember so long until he dies.

Noctis whimpers when Prompto finally stills. He twists his neck to look at Prompto again.

“Please,” he whines, all traces of attitude torn from his throat.

Prompto quickly obliges, holding Noctis close and twisting their tongues together. He only pulls out when Noctis lets him.

They’ve towelled off only mildly before exiting the bathroom and fall right onto the bed, resting atop the duvet. Noctis’s hair is still dripping wet, but at least he’s void of flour. Damp arms wrapped around each other, Prompto shuffles a little close to kiss Noctis proper.

Noctis hums.

“Do it again.”

“The kiss or the fucking?”

“Can’t I have both?”

Prompto giggles, clutching at Noctis tighter and leaning in so their lips can meet again.

That’s how they’re found later. He doesn’t know when they fell asleep, only that the room is glowing yellow when he opens his eyes.

Prompto wakes up to fingers brushing hair from his face and a kiss to his cheek.

“Do you need us to take you home?” Ignis asks quietly against his cheek. Prompto vaguely thinks he hasn’t worked on his paper all week and needs to catch up before the weekend. He also vaguely doesn’t give a shit.

“No, he stays,” Noctis is awake enough to snuggle closer, only to fall right back asleep.

“I think my position has been compromised,” Prompto replies. Ignis smiles, strokes his hair again and leaves them be.

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