(AU) PROMPTO -> IGNIS

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['Rough day' he's been told, as his soft footsteps echo down the hall that lead to the boss's office. He was told to tread carefully, boss was in a mood. Stressful. Bad day. Prompto didn't brush these warnings off, per se, he just knew how to handle the drawn shoulders and the deep frown. It's what he was here for, wasn't it? The boy toy, the pretty little thing that could make their boss melt under his palms and kisses, work him up in other ways. Relieve stress.

It was funny.

All of Insomnia feared the organization, the mafia. The careful assassinations and full takeovers of shady businesses and making it their own. Yet for Prompto... he never felt safer. It was the rest of the city that treated him badly, broken him in so many ways.

But the boss, Noct and everyone else treated him like something better. So it wasn't so bad at all.

As far as Prompto was concerned, they made the city better. Took down people who deserved it, took those shady businesses and turned them into something profitable. But people feared the mysterious, he supposed.

...Prompto was attracted to it.

A faint smile to the big man guarding the intricate oak door, earned him a squeeze to the shoulder before he opens it for him. Oh, it must have been a day. But he wasn't worried. The boss never hurt him, and he was sure he never would. People could say what they like, but the man was always so kind with him.

Closing the door behind him, leaning against it a moment before he started his approach.]

Iggy?

[Tone soft, a sway of his hip as he moves around the desk. He was dressed in all the finer things that Ignis liked best on him. He hated seeing the man so stressed.]

Wanna tell me about it?

[Palms on his shoulders as he leans forward from behind him, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. Slowly easing into a massage.]

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Ooooh, is there?

[It's a gentle little tease, meant to make Ignis smile a little as he presses into his hand and every little touch. His arms around his neck, leaning in for another kiss, and another. Prompto couldn't get enough of him, and how he tasted. Ignis was something he was purely addicted to and he couldn't help himself, and the man hardly seemed to mind.]

That's a matter of perspective.

[Reminding him as he starts to pepper little kisses along that strong jawline.]

What do you want me to do, Iggy?

[Purred against his neck.]

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[Ignis would never mind Prompto. The touches, the kisses, the feelings he placed into Ignis's body and mind each and every day. And he could do whatever he wanted, and Prompto would never be told no.]

Indeed.

[He groans, his hand moving down Prompto's back, into the back of his pants to rub his rear gently.]

I want to be inside of you, Prompto...

[The most relaxing thing for him.]