[ I've got something new for your sex journal, Ignis said one day, and that, Noctis decides, is how all hell broke loose. Or all hell got contained, depending on how you look at it. And what you think of temporary, involuntary chastity in particular. Noctis, being a trusting fool who believed that Ignis had only the best intentions in mind, with that invitation being a precursor to all manner of carnal pleasures and fulfillment only he can provide, had gone along with it.
There were silk ropes and a blindfold (on hindsight, Noctis should already have known that no good could have come out of it), but there was that one bondage video on RedTube that Noctis had gone back to view more than a couple of times; and Ignis was privy enough to his internet history to get the idea. Who knew such betrayal lay in the wings?
Minutes later, Noctis had come away with a severe case of blue balls and and fucking cock cage, of all things. The cool metal had slid onto his penis, locked and secured before he could even react, and, as it turns out, this is something called motivation to get his grades up because Ignis had somehow noticed that they've been slipping. The last straw came, perhaps, when it had been discovered that Noctis had been skipping some classes with Tiberius, a charmingly roguish, blue-eyed boy with a taste for danger and a reckless friendliness that Noct had taken almost immediately to when he transferred to their school. He didn't care that Noctis was the prince, and he had the kind of free wild spirit that Noctis found both tiring and exhilarating.
He makes for a good friend, and it helps that he knows one hell of a lot about video games, and he got along with Prompto like a house on fire, except that he's always been a little weird about Ignis, a minor detail that he dismisses. What he doesn't dismiss, however, is the fact that Ignis really, really doesn't like Tiberius, and the tension between them of late can be cut with a knife or something, which is annoying when Noctis can't quite figure out why.
Anyway, back to the enactment of the punishment: Noctis had been pissed, then -- his grades were only minimally slipping, he still stood in the A category, so what the hell was it all about with the withholding sex thing until he got his grades up? His grades were already way up!
Noctis tolerates this for two long, long days. The cock cage is relatively uncomfortable, and it makes him brush up against the cloth of his pants more often than it should, inadvertently providing more stimulation than it should -- and let's not even talk about the whole peeing thing, which is a whole world of inconvenience in itself, from adjusted stances in urinals to zipping up in double quick time so that nobody notices the gleam of metal and a soft metallic clink that should not belong anywhere in male bathrooms.
End of day 2, and a frustrated, furiously irate Noctis adds a new entry into his sex journal that Ignis peruses on a perversely regular basis, and the gist of it is this: He's going to kill Ignis Scientia in no uncertain terms, and he's going to enjoy it, the asshole.
Beginning of Day 3, a Saturday, and Noctis pushes the door open when he hears Ignis moving about his apartment, sinfully impeccably and obscenely unavailable -- the thwarted morning wood he'd woken up with earlier in the morning pushing him right to the brink -- making him snap, finally. He has a plan, and if this plan works, he'll manage to steal the key from him within the hour. Most probably. ]
Hey, Iggy. [ He yawns and languidly stretches his arms above his head, casually (not really, he planned this one, too) shirtless, because he's more than certain that Ignis likes having sex with him, too, and this bout of abstinence is possibly having some sort of effect on him as well, right? It takes monumental effort to keep his temper and frustration under control, but Noctis is capable of unplumbed depth of pretense when he chooses to apply himself.
He's applying himself now. Aggressively. ] You're here early. Joining me for breakfast?
ignis is why we need death notes.
There were silk ropes and a blindfold (on hindsight, Noctis should already have known that no good could have come out of it), but there was that one bondage video on RedTube that Noctis had gone back to view more than a couple of times; and Ignis was privy enough to his internet history to get the idea. Who knew such betrayal lay in the wings?
Minutes later, Noctis had come away with a severe case of blue balls and and fucking cock cage, of all things. The cool metal had slid onto his penis, locked and secured before he could even react, and, as it turns out, this is something called motivation to get his grades up because Ignis had somehow noticed that they've been slipping. The last straw came, perhaps, when it had been discovered that Noctis had been skipping some classes with Tiberius, a charmingly roguish, blue-eyed boy with a taste for danger and a reckless friendliness that Noct had taken almost immediately to when he transferred to their school. He didn't care that Noctis was the prince, and he had the kind of free wild spirit that Noctis found both tiring and exhilarating.
He makes for a good friend, and it helps that he knows one hell of a lot about video games, and he got along with Prompto like a house on fire, except that he's always been a little weird about Ignis, a minor detail that he dismisses. What he doesn't dismiss, however, is the fact that Ignis really, really doesn't like Tiberius, and the tension between them of late can be cut with a knife or something, which is annoying when Noctis can't quite figure out why.
Anyway, back to the enactment of the punishment: Noctis had been pissed, then -- his grades were only minimally slipping, he still stood in the A category, so what the hell was it all about with the withholding sex thing until he got his grades up? His grades were already way up!
Noctis tolerates this for two long, long days. The cock cage is relatively uncomfortable, and it makes him brush up against the cloth of his pants more often than it should, inadvertently providing more stimulation than it should -- and let's not even talk about the whole peeing thing, which is a whole world of inconvenience in itself, from adjusted stances in urinals to zipping up in double quick time so that nobody notices the gleam of metal and a soft metallic clink that should not belong anywhere in male bathrooms.
End of day 2, and a frustrated, furiously irate Noctis adds a new entry into his sex journal that Ignis peruses on a perversely regular basis, and the gist of it is this: He's going to kill Ignis Scientia in no uncertain terms, and he's going to enjoy it, the asshole.
Beginning of Day 3, a Saturday, and Noctis pushes the door open when he hears Ignis moving about his apartment, sinfully impeccably and obscenely unavailable -- the thwarted morning wood he'd woken up with earlier in the morning pushing him right to the brink -- making him snap, finally. He has a plan, and if this plan works, he'll manage to steal the key from him within the hour. Most probably. ]
Hey, Iggy. [ He yawns and languidly stretches his arms above his head, casually (not really, he planned this one, too) shirtless, because he's more than certain that Ignis likes having sex with him, too, and this bout of abstinence is possibly having some sort of effect on him as well, right? It takes monumental effort to keep his temper and frustration under control, but Noctis is capable of unplumbed depth of pretense when he chooses to apply himself.
He's applying himself now. Aggressively. ] You're here early. Joining me for breakfast?