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With spring in the air and university commencement drawing closer, Noctis had been stressing over how much money he needed, even with taking a student loan. First of all, he needed to move out of small-town Cavaugh and closer to campus, which would mean paying rent for the first time in his life. Then there were the expensive textbooks and lab materials he'd need for a science major. Minimum-wage part-time jobs weren't going to cut it, especially since he couldn't afford to take a lot of shifts and let his grades suffer. And he definitely didn't want to ask for that much money from his mum.
By what now felt like a weird coincidence, Noctis was scouted by an acquaintance of an acquaintance while he was was in the depths of frustration, and realized he was willing to sell his body if it would help him get a degree.
That's how Noctis moved on from waiting tables and stacking shelves to working at a popular chain of escort clubs in the Crown City.
The combination of his boyish good looks, deep blue eyes and black hair seemed to be a charm point with customers, even if his introverted personality made him less than stellar at entertaining strangers. He'd been working at the club for a few weeks, when his manager showed him a glossy tabloid magazine.
"You know who this is, right?" his manager asked.
Noctis squinted at the open page in confusion, wondering if he was meant to be more knowledgeable about celebrity gossip to get along with certain customers. The magazine didn't even look new though, frayed at the edges and looking like it had been dug out of a small-town dentist's waiting-room.
His manager tapped the page with his index finger. "This right here is the Crown Prince when he was your age."
Noctis looked more closely at the photographs of something like a high-school graduation ceremony. A young man with spiky black hair was the main focus of all the shots. On second thought, Noctis did recognize the prince, vaguely. He'd never been in the habit of following royal gossip or reading tabloids in general.
He knew some people totally obsessed over the royal family, and that there was a market for related goods, media, and some unbelievably kitsch memorabilia. There were people in this world who would unironically own dinner plates decorated with portraits of the king, queen, and prince. But his family had never been like that, and celebrity gossip didn't interest him unless it was about actors or musicians he was into.
"Uh, okay. So…"
His manager rolled his eyes. "So? If your hair was just a little shorter, with the fringe trimmed different, and the back spiked up like this—" he jabbed the page for emphasis, "you'd look uncannily like his highness. I mean, really uncannily."
Noctis grimaced. The whole 'looking like a major celebrity' thing wasn't his idea of a good time, but neither was sleeping with strangers. But in the end, he agreed with his manager's make-over plan because money. Money was what he was there for.
He got a haircut, and learned to style it right for that trademark Prince of Lucis look. On the job he wore semi-formal black outfits, and tried to mimic the prince's cool and nonchalant mannerisms. Customers soon picked up on it and were hungry for more.
No-one actually believed that he was the real Prince of Lucis—biggest giveaway being that he was several years younger than the real prince. The similarity was just close enough to be a hot selling point.
After a couple of months, Noctis's manager suggested a porn film debut to try the prince angle on a larger audience. It was a good way for a rookie to get broader exposure. Some of his seniors had a nation-wide fanbase, and customers would travel to Insomnia to spend time with them.
At first, Noctis was hesitant about something that felt so public and permanent. But as a newbie he definitely wasn't earning so much that he wasn't worried about next semester's fees, or the way his loan would be piling up over the next few years. So he agreed to at least consider it.
The projected DVD was for a cute vanilla label that focused on boys in love and the "boyfriend experience". Noctis had to admit he didn't know shit about gay porn, even though the club he worked at was owned by a parent company that also managed some of the biggest gay porn labels in Lucis.
In his private life Noctis had only dated girls, though he was at least self-aware enough to know he liked older men too. Still, looking up short clips from time to time of buff older guys on porntube or whatever didn't count for much of a gay porn education.
Apparently this film's scenario would even include some non-sex scenes of cute date type stuff. Not something he'd ever encountered in straight porn—then again, he hadn't searched for it either.
The overall story would be about the teen prince's secret romance with his advisor, and their 'first night'. They weren't going to full-on sell it as a royal parody on the cover yet, because of possible backlash. But from Noctis's appearance and the scenario, people who liked to imagine him as the prince of Lucis would probably get a kick out of it.
It all sounded less daunting than Noctis had first expected. The main hang-up he still had was that he'd be expected to bottom for anal sex. When the topic inevitably came up, Noctis confessed his reservations to his manager. The guy was kind of sympathetic, though it was obvious from his tone that he'd set his heart on making Noctis into a main attraction, going all the way and giving thirsty customers a taste of what they couldn't buy (yet).
They still had a couple of weeks before they intended to start shooting if Noctis agreed to the film. His manager recommended Noctis get some experience in private, since it would also increase his earning potential at the club. But that was easier said than done for Noctis. He was currently single, and his busy schedule wasn't helping. He was also too reserved to feel okay with random hook-ups, especially for something he'd never tried before.
In all the anxiety caused by the prospect of anal sex and how he was supposed to get the necessary experience, Noctis had totally forgotten to even ask about his intended co-star. He didn't need to ask though, because his manager handed him a plastic bag containing several DVDs.
"Here. Thought you might want to check out your 'royal advisor' in action before you make a final decision."
Curious, Noctis pulled out one of the DVD cases, and his manager pointed out a man on the back cover. Because he was wearing dark sunglasses and was posed showing only the right side of his face, the first thing Noctis noticed was that he was at least a decade older than him.
"Uh, isn't the prince's advisor supposed to be about the same age?"
His manager waved his hand dismissively. "It's a fantasy, and a lot of people like watching a skinny pretty-boy getting man-handled by a bigger older guy. Though he'll be expected to do it very gently for the prince's first time."
Noctis swallowed hard because, yeah he got the appeal of that.
His manager continued: "Ignis is a bit older than we usually cast for this label, but he's got the look, and he takes good care of newbies."
Noctis couldn't remember ever seeing a picture of the prince's advisor, but if his manager said this guy would do, then he wasn't going to argue. He lingered over the image of the man wearing a dapper grey suit and smiling just a little seductively.
His manager talked about a couple of other things, and then soon shooed Noctis out of the office to start his shift. After shoving the bag of DVDs into his locker in the break-room, Noctis pretty much didn't have time to think about the film or Ignis all evening.
When he got home at the end of the night, Noctis collapsed in front of his computer with a bowl of instant ramen, thinking he'd catch up on the new season of Monsters. But the bag of DVDs was dumped beside his desk, and curiosity got the better of him. He tipped them all out on the carpet and scanned the covers. He checked to see if any of the faces looked familiar from work. The thought of watching porn of people he worked with at the club made him feel more uncomfortable than turned on. Even if some of his colleagues were definitely hot. He wouldn't want to watch his coworkers from the convenience store or the diner having sex, and the same applied here. To his relief all the models seemed to be total strangers.
Needing to start somewhere, Noctis picked out the DVD that his manager had first shown him—the one featuring Ignis in a dapper suit. The main segment seemed to be an office scenario, since the good-looking younger guy on the cover was also wearing a suit, though showing considerably more skin. Noctis popped the disc into his computer, and set the DVD to just play through all scenes from the beginning, so he could finish off his noodles before things got heavy.
It started quite slow and innocuous, establishing shots of an office space, the pretty cover boy (still fully dressed) sitting at a desk and typing away at his computer. Pretty-Boy got up to check something at a shelf full of folders, and used the opportunity to peek into his boss's office. There was Ignis—the boss. He was sitting behind a far nicer desk, taking a phone call that the viewer couldn't hear. Cue some doe-eyed stares of longing and lip-biting from Pretty-Boy. It was stilted and cheesy as hell, but Noctis couldn't help feeling some of that admiration and lust as well when the camera cut back to Ignis, this time zoomed closer in to pan over sleek shiny hair, nicely shaped lips, long fingers, broad shoulders and rounded pecs, and a hint of bulge and firm thighs under those narrow suit trousers.
There was just something so magnetic about him, and Noctis hadn't even heard his voice yet. Ignis loosened his tie a little while he continued holding the receiver; and Noctis felt a burst of impatience. He wanted more. Now. Enough with making him undress Ignis with his eyes. And anyway, after those few seconds on Ignis, the camera switched back to Pretty-Boy, intent on getting the viewer horny for that blushing face, tight little butt, and slender waist. But Noctis just scowled and slurped up another mouthful of noodles. Not his type; and now that he'd gotten this far he just wanted to see the sex, with Ignis. He skipped ahead.
Maybe a little too far because he landed in the middle of a scene that was already in full swing. Pretty-Boy was almost entirely undressed and on his knees in front of Ignis, who was still sitting in his chair, and had only opened his trousers enough to take out his cock.
Noctis gulped down the last of his noodles and shoved the bowl off to the side. Even with the godsdamn pixelation, it was quite a sight to see Pretty-Boy's lips stretched around Ignis's hard dick. While the guy sucked Ignis's cock slowly and deeply, Ignis lightly petted his hair and made encouraging sounds.
"That's it… good boy," Ignis crooned.
That brief praise, said in that voice, playing straight into his ears through the headphones sent a sudden jolt of pleasure down Noctis's spine. Inhaling deeply through his nose, Noctis shifted his position on his floor cushion to push down his sweatpants. The young man in the video had his trousers and boxers pooled around his knees, and he now wrapped a hand around his erection to stroke himself while he licked around the head of Ignis's cock. And when those seductive kitten licks turned into quick, shallow sucks, Noctis slipped his hand into his boxers.
Curling his fingers around his dick, Noctis hissed quietly as Pretty-Boy took Ignis's cock all the way into his mouth and kept sliding lower until his lips almost reached the base. Ignis let out a deep appreciative groan. But it wasn't enough for Noctis. He fumbled for the mouse with his left hand, and skipped ahead. The video resumed on a scene of Pretty-Boy bent over the office desk getting his ass teased by Ignis's beautiful hands.
Noctis bit his lip. Ignis really did have beautiful hands, and his movements were confident and thoroughly making his partner twitch and moan. He was still wearing too many godsdamn clothes though, having only removed his suit jacket and tie. Noctis was just too turned on by the thought of Ignis naked and fucking this skinny pretty-boy into oblivion to sit through more teasing, so he skipped ahead further.
And was rewarded with a vision of Ignis that made his breath catch and his cock twitch. Ignis was finally gloriously naked; the only item he was still wearing was the dark glasses. His figure looked very fit and less lean than he'd appeared while still dressed in the suit. Light scars showed here and there, and his muscles rippled while he leaned over Pretty-Boy, fucking him from behind against the desk. Noctis watched them, loving the smooth tensed view of Ignis's abdomen when Ignis leaned back and the camera focused in close on his cock plunging between his partner's ass cheeks.
Noctis moaned, smearing around his pre-cum and stroking himself faster. He’d gotten himself off to videos of hot older guys plenty of times, but this time the fantasy was hitting him harder than it ever had before. The roll of Ignis's hips, the way he ran his hands over his partner, caressing, and finding his nipples to play with them; the attentive whispers in his ear, the kisses along his shoulder and neck. Pretty-Boy looked over his shoulder, his posture needy, and Ignis leaned in to brush their lips together. Pleasure buzzed along Noctis's nerves while he watched them share an awkward but passionate kiss.
"You feel so good…so perfect for me," Ignis groaned, thrusting his hips faster, and Noctis whined quietly. He dug his fingers into the edge of the cushion a little more, arching into his own hand. The scene cut, dissolving into a change of position—Pretty-Boy on his back on the desk, Ignis standing between his thighs.
Pretty-Boy was jerking himself off while Ignis pounded into him hard and fast. Noctis's couldn't take his eyes off Ignis—those thighs, that ass. Noctis was sure he was about to come, but when Pretty-Boy cried out and spilled across his stomach, Ignis's movements slowed, and Noctis knew it wasn't enough for him. His own hand slowed its pace as he watched Ignis pull out. The camera zoomed in on Pretty-Boy's lube-shiny asshole twitching and gaping slightly.
Noctis panted, desperately needing more of Ignis. He was about to browse to another segment, when the fading scene dissolved into a view of Ignis standing beside Pretty-Boy's face, rubbing the head of his dick against parted lips, his left hand curled into Pretty-Boy's short hair. Noctis instantly dropped his hand from the mouse, and instead used his left hand to cup and rub gently at his balls. He could feel himself flushing hot all over again, sweating under his t-shirt as waves of lust rolled through his body, and he imagined himself lying there looking fucked out and offering his mouth to Ignis.
Ignis was stroking himself firmly, chasing his own release, and Noctis followed his motions, twisted his hand along the length of his cock as his body tingled with pleasure. When Ignis groaned out that he was about to come, Noctis's pleasure spiked to a new high, and he spilled all over his hand before he could really process what just happened. He rode out his orgasm while listening to Ignis gasp and seeing Ignis's cum streak thick over reddened lips.
Then Noctis looked down at his lap and swore. He'd made a mess of his t-shirt; and his underwear, sweatpants, and headphone cable hadn't escaped getting marked either. Well, fuck. He'd totally forgotten about grabbing a handful of tissues before he came. It had been an embarrassingly long time since he'd made such a dumbass mistake while jerking off in front of his computer, and he quickly moved to clean up.
As he reached for a cleaner t-shirt lying beside his bed, his eyes stopped on the small stack of DVDs. They were tempting him, while the sensible part of his mind told him this was a terrible idea. He was really fucking exhausted from work, and still needed to review some lecture slides. On the other hand, Noctis held no illusions about being able to concentrate on organic chemistry when he was low-key having a meltdown over the hot guy he would maybe-quite-very-likely end up fucking in real life because that was his job now, or something.
He might have been screaming internally while he tossed his damp clothes into the laundry basket.
When he returned to his computer, the new scene that had started playing didn't seem to include Ignis, so Noctis just shut the DVD off. Another perfect opportunity to just call it a night, but instead he reached for the next DVD on the stack and switched it in.
That first DVD had definitely not been a fluke, or anything about Noctis just being more pent up than he'd thought. He had no problem getting it up again, and getting off again. This time to the sight of Ignis coming across ass-cheeks he'd spanked a pretty pink.
Then Noctis worked his way through the rest of the DVDs.
He couldn't get enough of Ignis—the way he moved, the view of his firm shoulders and back, muscles bunching and shifting under his skin; his sleek movements; the sound of his low voice going from teasing and gentle, to hungry with desire; the way he could make his partners react, gently and thoroughly taking them apart until they looked blissed-out and wrecked. Noctis's head was spinning with how hard and fast he was falling.
Then Noctis realized that instead of sleeping, he could check their company's website for Ignis's profile. Noctis had a page there too—just the basic bio info, a couple of photos, his weekly shift schedule, and some fluff text about his personality, hobbies, and how he was looking forward to meeting up at the club. Noctis had to search around a bit because Ignis worked at a different branch, but he had a page just like it. With an odd sense of glee, Noctis checked out all the available info.
Thirty years old, 183cm tall, dick size, bisexual, willing to top or bottom for anal. There were only four teaser pics, two of them nudes (just hiding his groin of course). Nice nice, nice, nice, Noctis thought while sipping his beer and trying not to giggle. Scrolling down, he saw that Ignis even had an official twitter. His eyes were just as quickly drawn to the menu of available play scenarios. Noctis's own profile didn't list any courses because he was only comfortable doing the standard low-level scenarios. But Ignis's profile listed some of the specialized scenarios like: S course, pet-training course, bondage course, soapland course, incest-play course. Noctis could definitely see Ignis being good at kinkier stuff even though the DVDs had been pretty vanilla.
At the bottom were the links to several of his DVDs. Of course Noctis couldn't resist clicking to find out the extent of Ignis's filmography.
Ignis had done segments in three videos when he was around Noctis's age, judging by the release dates. He looked a lot more serious, and his face was still un-scarred. Though he was a bit curious about younger Ignis, Noctis's tastes led him to only skim over the info before moving on to the more recent stuff.
Ignis wasn't on the front covers, because those were graced by the young models with pretty faces, slim bodies, bubble butts, and inviting poses. Noctis worried his lower lips for a moment, struck by nerves and unease at the thought that he'd be expected to look like that. But he quickly turned his thoughts back to checking the film listing—the four DVDs he'd watched were there among a dozen more. After a break of almost a decade, Ignis had returned strong, doing all sorts of scenarios from vanilla boyfriends, school-setting, office setting, sex club hook-ups and group sex, to light bdsm.
Noctis switched back to the bio tab and read through Ignis's intro blurb. It confirmed what his manager had mentioned about Ignis's visual impairment. At first Noctis had been surprised. He'd thought such a mainstream company would be more discriminatory. Especially because Ignis also kind of looked like a gangster, and had really noticeable scars on his face (and a few in other places). Whether or not there was any truth to the gangster aspect, Ignis seemed like a really sweet guy; and confident yet thoughtful. And he was so comfortable in front of the camera and with his partners, Noctis could understand why he was apparently paired with newbies. Seeing Ignis in action had definitely let him feel more at ease with the prospect of appearing in a porn film.
It was after 2 a.m. by the time Noctis finally rolled into bed. Small blessing that his first seminar was at 10 a.m., and he wasn't working tomorrow. Even after he was snuggled under his blanket he couldn't fall asleep right away, his mind still buzzing. Just thinking about accepting the film offer gave him a giddy feeling. It was an opportunity too good to pass up. Anal sex and all.
Notes:
I'm sorry this got so out of hand with thirst for older Ignis/younger Noct. I love IgNoct, but I do intend to get to other pairings and the "secret royal slut taking three giant cocks" material lol…
Chapter 2
Summary:
Noctis shoots his first video with Ignis. ;)
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
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The next time Noctis went to work, he looked in at his manager's office and told him he was in for the film. His manager looked pleased. He told Noctis he'd arrange a meeting with Ignis and the director soon, so they could get to know each other before filming started.
Noctis's friend, Prompto, had arrived to start his shift too, and heard the news. They had started working at the club at around the same time, and had bonded over being newbies in the business, and video games.
"I'm kinda jealous here, dude," Prompto said, putting the finishing touches to his hair.
"You don't even want to do gay porn," Noctis said.
"I know," Prompto whined. "But you're totally gonna be famous before me, and then you'll forget about me~"
He draped himself over Noctis's shoulders, pouting. Noctis laughed and flicked him in the forehead.
"As if. You'll be a famous photographer soon, winning awards—you'd better buy me lunch when you're rolling in money and I'm still living on cup noodles."
"Haha, only if you buy me lunch when you get the paycheck for that film~"
At that moment the floor manager stuck his head into the staff room, and told them to get their butts out in the club.
Noctis's screen test went about as expected. He was feeling a bit nervous in this unfamiliar situation, but at work he'd learned to keep smiling, and that even his moments of awkwardness would appear cute that way. In the end, it wasn't so different from jerking off and flirting in front of customers, except that he was being filmed.
The plan was to use this little scene as material for a bonus footage disc (along with another cute domestic scene between 'prince' and 'advisor'), so Noctis had to play up the blushing virginal prince angle. Something he was already quite good at.
Between work and studying, Noctis kept so busy he really had no time to start feeling anxious about meeting up with Ignis and the director. He'd almost forgotten, until his manager reminded him at the start of his shift that today was the day.
Noctis went to wait at the bar, near the entrance, so he could greet and seat them as soon as they arrived. Chewing his lip, Noctis sighed, irritated by the layer of sweat that was starting form between his shoulder-blades. Waiting always made him feel most anxious; it was worse than being in the thick of a situation he'd been worrying over.
He didn't have to wait long though. His special guests were on time. Ignis, and a shorter, older man Noctis hadn't seen before, passed through the main door and paused at the concierge's counter. It gave Noctis a moment to stare at Ignis. He wore form-fitting jeans, a button-up shirt and a light blazer. His hair was combed back as usual and looked casually sharp as always.
After being struck by seeing Ignis in person, mere meters away, Noctis was struck by how odd it felt to see someone in real-life after only seeing them on film. His next idiot thought was along the lines of "whoa I've watched this guy fuck strangers and jerked off to it and it was really good godsdamn how am I not going to lose my cool??"
He forced himself to take a few deep steadying breaths, put on a professional smile, and tried not to think about Ignis naked. But he'd missed his chance to smoothly introduce himself.
The concierge was noisily chattering to Ignis and the director, and his excitement was turning heads. Several other staff members who weren't currently seated with patrons, rushed over to say hello. It was still early evening, that lull between the afternoon crowd and the evening rush, but the few present patrons were also craning their necks, and some seemed to recognize Ignis too. Every niche had its stars. The director wasn't immune either—being greeted by models he'd worked with before, and newbies hoping to catch his attention.
Ignis looked slightly overwhelmed by the attention, though he was taking it in stride, and continued smiling and greeting people. Photos weren't allowed in the club to protect the privacy of patrons and staff, otherwise phone cameras would've been snapping around them.
Noctis had pretty much been pushed off to the side, and was desperately wondering if he should try to intervene (and be on the shitlist of 95% of his coworkers for the foreseeable future), when his manager entered the fray. With some grumbling and stolen glances, everyone went back to what they were supposed to be doing. Noctis hurried forward when his manager waved him over.
"This here's the kid. He's a bit shy tonight it seems," his manager said, pushing Noctis forward.
Blushing, Noctis shook the director's hand, and then turned to Ignis, who had extended his hand. Still a little star-struck, Noctis reached out with both his hands to shake Ignis's. "I'm Noctis."
"I'm Ignis. Pleased to finally meet you, Noctis," Ignis said.
It had been one thing to hear that voice on film, where editing came into play and not much was said. But to hear it, clear and soft and saying his name, was something Noctis couldn't describe.
They went to sit at one of the more private booths in the back of the club, and Ignis sat on the curved bench seat opposite Noctis. Despite his eyes still being hidden behind sunglasses, there was a mellow kindness to Ignis's expression that put Noctis at ease instantly.
Noctis was there during his usual shift time and in uniform, so it felt like he was entertaining the other two. But he also wasn't sure if he was supposed to ask them what they'd like to drink, because would it be on the house, or would he then have to ask them to pay? His manager saved him by returning from his office with a folder, and straight away asking what everyone wanted to drink. And that it'd be on the house—as long as no-one got any ideas about asking for the top-shelf stuff. That seemed to be directed at the director, who chuckled and feigned ignorance. They settled for beers, and Ignis ordered a glass of wine.
Ignis worked at a smaller branch in Insomnia's most fashionable ward, so this was probably his day off. That made Noctis feel terrible for a moment, like he was causing Ignis inconvenience from the start. But then he glanced back at Ignis and forgot to care. Ignis seemed to sense his nervousness, and smiled in his direction. It was soft and sincere; and Noctis melted on the inside. With the beer Noctis relaxed a little more, willing the drumming in his ears and the pressure in his chest to ease.
Once they had their drinks, they soon got to business: ironing out details, and what Ignis and Noctis were both comfortable doing. They also discussed ideas for date scene locations. His manager was thinking of continuing the prince of Lucis angle, and taking cues from his public persona. For anyone who followed the prince on social media, it was apparent that he had a fondness for fishing.
The director wanted to shoot at an aquarium for the atmospheric and aesthetic shots that he could put into these sort of 'cute boyfriend' videos. Imagine them standing close together with a backdrop of an aquarium-scape and light filtering through the water; or holding hands and flirting under the star-smattered dome of an observatory.
The manager crossed his arms and cut in: "Hold. Up. This is a first film, we're not getting that kind of budget."
The director sighed dramatically. "You guys never let me have what I want."
The two fell into a teasing argument, and Ignis hid a smirk behind his half-empty wine glass. Ignis's look of amusement seemed to be turned to Noctis, though he was uncertain because of the dark sunglasses.
Ignis chuckled quietly. "Don't worry. They're always like this."
"Haha, good to know," Noctis said, fidgeting with his beer bottle. "Sounds like you're used to this."
Ignis hummed in agreement. "Very. I've clearly been in the business too long. How long have you been working here?" he asked, leaning forward a bit so they could hear each other over the friendly argument going on beside them, and the party heating up at a nearby booth. Noctis leaned closer too.
"Um, a few months now, I guess."
Ignis's eyebrows arched above the frame of his sunglasses. "Not long at all. Congratulations on landing a cover so soon."
Noctis blushed, stopping himself last moment from running a hand through his hair and messing it up. "Thanks, but I'm not there yet," he said self-deprecatingly.
"Don't worry. You will be. This guy was talking my ear off about how perfect you are as His Highness."
"Ugh, seriously? Sorry you had to listen to all that. Honestly I don't think I actually look that much like him. I think it's mostly the hair, and the black suit maybe? It's kind of weird actually..." Noctis trailed off.
Ignis nodded. "I feel the same about being told I look so much like the prince's advisor. Then again, it's not like I can get an objective view when I can't see much."
Noctis laughed nervously, and Ignis continued, "Still, in this business it's definitely an advantage to have a draw-point like that. Here's to working it to our best advantage."
"Hell yes, my bank account can get behind that," Noctis blurted, and instantly felt crass for so blatantly mentioning how much he needed that money. But Ignis was still smiling.
"You're a student, right? What are you studying?"
They continued to make small-talk until their companions calmed down.
The date scene was settled as a simple ice-cream date in a nice park near the studio. It would probably be atmospheric enough for their budget, since they were heading into summer and the DVD would be released in summer too. Then there'd also be some cuddling and domesticity at an apartment that would be coded as the prince's student loft.
Through the whole meeting Ignis had been so calm and sweet it made Noctis ache. Noctis's mind was in a haze. For the most part he still felt like the film plan didn't really involve him at all. It was as if someone else would kiss Ignis, hold hands with him, have sex with him. But then the reality struck Noctis again suddenly and he had to inhale slowly, quietly, trying to calm the racing of his heart.
They wrapped up the meeting soon after that. His manager said he'd get a contract to look over and sign within the next few days. Noctis could get back to his actual work, and Ignis could go enjoy the rest of his evening off. Before Noctis could rush off to take a breather and clear his head, Ignis stopped him and held out a card with a phone number written on it.
"My number, Noctis. I figure you might still have some questions or concerns about this project. Something you might only think of later. Please don't hesitate to contact me if there's anything at all you want to talk about. This being your first film and all. I want to make sure you're comfortable."
Flustered, Noctis just managed to thank Ignis and take the card.
Much later, when Noctis got home and dug the card out of his pocket, he stared at the number, certain that he'd never bring himself to actually contact Ignis. And yet, he felt the overwhelming urge to text Ignis right then and confess that he'd still never had anal sex. But Noctis couldn't face imposing on Ignis with his fool problems. And worse, what if Ignis had just said Noctis could call him because he was being polite, and would actually be annoyed if Noctis contacted him? He shut the card into his desk drawer and fell into bed.
He considered just asking Prompto to help him. They were best friends, despite only knowing each other for a few months. Prompto would probably be cool about it and help him out, even if he wasn't really into guys. But Noctis couldn't bring himself to do that either.
So Noctis went to the shoot with his cherry still unpopped, and praying that no-one asked him if he'd done the deed by now. If everyone just assumed he had experience bottoming he'd probably be fine. Hopefully he'd just look like he was doing a good job of acting like it was his first time. It wasn't that big a deal anyway, right? He'd fingered himself from time to time while jerking off. Ignis's cock would be much larger, but he was trying not to think about that right now.
Noctis was dressed in a school uniform for that 'barely legal' look, and it also looked similar to the real prince's high-school uniform. Ignis wore a black dress-shirt and slacks. It was a really simple outfit, but Noctis couldn't help staring at how handsome he looked. He even had sexy leather gloves, damn him.
The mood of the scene was going to be gentle, slow, but with the passion of long unresolved sexual tension. Noctis had been fantasizing about Ignis for the past week, so he didn't think that part was going to be a problem for him to portray.
He definitely started out feeling nervous, but the studio environment was a controlled and professional space that soon let him feel more at ease, and the cameraman and director had experience with trying to make newbies feel comfortable and come out of their shells. And because it wasn't live any awkward bloopers would be edited out. After all, they wanted him to look his best to sell well.
Noctis and Ignis sat facing each other on the bed in the prince's apartment set. The camera was rolling and they kissed slowly.
Noctis drew back and took a deep breath. "I think I wanna go all the way tonight."
Ignis leaned back a little and looked surprised. "Are you sure? I mean, I don't want you to feel pressured to do anything."
Noctis blushed and nodded. "Yeah, I've been thinking about it. Thought about it all day actually… I wanna do it, as long as you do too."
Ignis smiled and leaned down to kiss him. "I'd be honoured, my prince, with whatever you want. As long as you're sure."
Noctis grinned and nodded. "I am."
He shifted, getting up to crawl onto Ignis's lap. Ignis easily welcomed him, resting his hands on Noctis's waist. Noctis looked at him, his thighs straddling Ignis, his arms resting on Ignis's shoulders. He leaned forward for a sweet slow kiss.
"I trust you," Noctis murmured. He meant it. Even though having his first time like this still didn't seem like a good idea, he didn't know anyone else he would've really wanted to do this with.
Ignis smiled softly and ran a hand through Noctis's hair. His other hand was tracing patterns in the small of Noctis's back. Noctis hooked a finger under the little skull pendant and tugged Ignis closer. Ignis caressed his thumb over Noctis's cheek, before leaning in to press another kiss to his lips. Noctis kissed back and squeezed his legs around Ignis's hips. He sighed happily into the kiss, startling himself with how needy he sounded just from a kiss, and Ignis hadn't missed it either, judging by the upward quirk of his lips. But instead of breaking scene and laughing, Ignis kissed Noctis again, his lips moving softly against Noctis's.
With a little groan and lingering touches, Ignis wordlessly encouraged Noctis to show his pleasure, to forget about holding back or hiding. From their previous meeting, and now, Noctis got the feeling Ignis wasn't just about making this look good on film, but genuinely enjoyed pleasuring his partners. Noctis felt the nervous lump in his stomach melting under Ignis's reassurance, his calm warming presence.
Their kiss didn't lose any tenderness as Ignis swept his tongue over Noctis's lips. Noctis parted his lips, and Ignis started a slow, passionate play with their tongues.
Noctis could feel himself growing hard, and he squirmed a little in Ignis's lap, rolling their hips together slowly, finding that Ignis was too. Noctis groaned at the sensation, his eyelids fluttering shut as he ground his hips down in sweet little circles. Ignis ran his hands soothingly down Noctis's sides until he was gripping Noctis's ass, and pulled him closer, making their erections press together through their clothes. Noctis felt the heat of Ignis's body run through him, and he sighed into the kiss; the feeling of Ignis against him grounded him, relaxed him, and turned him on like no-one else.
Their kiss grew sloppy, eagerness bleeding into it. Noctis pulled away to collect himself a little, and Ignis took the opportunity to move his lips down to Noctis's neck, mouthing hotly. While kissing and licking Noctis's neck, he was careful not to leave any marks, but the sensation of Ignis's mouth on his skin was maddening.
Ignis moved on to his collarbones. He nipped gently at them, and kissed his way across. His soft lips moved so wonderfully, his tongue tracing invisible patterns. Time lost meaning to Noctis, but at some point he lost his patience, bucking his hips for more. Ignis let out a moan, and then guided Noctis to lie down on the bed. Noctis was flushed, breathing hard, and his erection was plain for all to see tenting his uniform slacks. But Ignis wasn't much better off, his erection showing at the front of his trousers.
Ignis first removed his gloves, going about it just as sensually as Noctis had expected. Then he found Noctis's school tie and slowly pulled it away, before unbuttoning his shirt. He gently pushed it off to reveal Noctis's pale, slender torso.
Ignis smiled and whispered, "Beautiful."
Noctis knew that Ignis couldn't really see the details of his appearance, but he could imagine that it wasn't just part of the script, that Ignis had meant it.
He gasped as Ignis leaned down to kiss his left nipple. Ignis licked and nipped until both pink nubs were shining with saliva and stood dark and erect against pale skin. Then he kissed all over Noctis's chest and stomach, while Noctis sighed in pleasure.
When Ignis reached the waistband of Noctis's trousers, he popped the button open and lowered the zipper. Noctis lifted his hips as Ignis slowly pulled his trousers off. Ignis kissed over the skin he exposed—Noctis's narrow smooth thighs, his knees, and then back up to mouth over the front of his boxers. Noctis enjoyed every kiss, and groaned when his erection was finally freed.
Ignis pressed a lingering kiss to the tip of Noctis's cock, and gave it a few strokes that made Noctis's hips buck. He wanted so much more than those teasing touches, but then Ignis sat back and started to undress himself. Noctis's eyes went wide, and his face burned hot with eagerness.
Ignis finally took off his dark glasses, and Noctis wanted to reach for him, to gently touch his scars, to kiss them tenderly, but he remembered himself. Something like that wasn't in the script and it would be overstepping a boundary he had no right to.
Next Ignis dropped his black shirt, and Noctis hungrily took in his trim, muscled torso and arms, heart racing at seeing Ignis undress right in front of him, instead of through his computer screen. Noctis was already so aroused, but then Ignis stripped his trousers and underwear off. He'd been too distracted by other things that he hadn't clicked—unlike on the DVDs he'd watched, Noctis was seeing Ignis's cock without censoring. The view sent a nervous thrill through him. Ignis really was rather long and thick, not just a visual trick of the imprecise censor pixelation.
Noctis felt a little shy about his own body in that moment, but it melted away as Ignis crawled over top of him, and pressed the lengths of their naked bodies together.
Noctis hazily remembered his lines, and whispered, "More… want to feel you… inside me."
"With pleasure. I'm going to take good care of you," Ignis reassured Noctis, who smiled softly and nodded.
"I know you will."
Noctis whined softly when Ignis withdrew, taking the warmth of his body with him.
"Turn over, my dear prince. Hips up," Ignis murmured.
Noctis moved to his hands and knees, lifted his hips into the air; let the camera get a good view of his ass. It might have felt obscene, but instead he felt like he was offering himself up to Ignis. Ignis traced kisses down Noctis's spine, hands roaming down his sides.
"You're so beautiful." Ignis's voice was husky, filled with his own arousal.
He kissed Noctis's tailbone, and then spread him open with both hands. Noctis felt more heat rising in his face at being in this position. He gave a moan as Ignis's tongue darted out over his hole. An unfamiliar sensation, but not unpleasant. Small licks at first, sparking flames at the base of his spine, not enough to start a fire yet. Ignis pressed at his opening with the tip of his tongue, and massaged at the rim until Noctis relaxed enough to let Ignis in. In no time, wet noises and Noctis's soft moans was the only thing disturbing the silence in the room.
Noctis still wasn't sure how it could be such an erogenous zone, but he thanked the gods it was, because he didn't need to pretend at all that Ignis was driving him crazy with his tongue.
"Oh fuck… feels so good," Noctis groaned.
Ignis just laughed, a warm chuckle from deep in his chest. He gave one last kiss on Noctis's ass before pulling away. Noctis hardly had time to feel the loss of Ignis's attention, when he heard the pop of a lube bottle, and then Ignis was holding him open again while circling his hole with a slippery finger.
Noctis stayed relaxed to let Ignis in, and a moment later Ignis's finger was sinking into him, all the way to the last knuckle. Ignis opened him slowly, before easily adding a second finger. Noctis was hot all over as he pushed back against Ignis's fingers. Ignis was spreading him open so carefully that Noctis was trembling with anticipation.
It was almost embarrassing how turned on he was by this, how much he wanted to be fucked. Only a week ago Noctis had been doubtfully getting used to the idea of actually letting a guy shove his dick into that little hole; cheering himself on with the prospect of a bigger paycheck, and wondering if he'd manage to convincingly act like he enjoyed having his ass filled.
Those worries were melting out of Noctis's mind as Ignis found that sweet spot inside him. Noctis went pliant with a high pitched moan, and he pushed up his hips greedily to get more.
It had never felt like this when he was playing with himself. He hadn't known he could feel like this at all. Every time Ignis's fingers stroked just right, a spike of lust drove through Noctis, and left him feeling shaky with need. He was losing his reason, and burning up with the fantasy of what it would feel like to take Ignis's hot length bareback and being filled with his cum.
Noctis bit his lip and groaned into the pillow he'd reached out to clutch.
"Don't hide your sweet sounds," Ignis crooned.
Noctis was falling apart and Ignis still managed to sound so in control, it wasn't fair. Ignis brushed his hand over Noctis's shoulder and got him to lift his face again, so his needy expression was on display for the camera.
"Cut," the director called.
All the staff who'd been keeping silent and still suddenly moved into action.
"You're doing great, guys. Really great. Keep that up and we'll all be home in time for dinner. Noctis, just remember: let your voice out, and don't hide your face."
Noctis nodded and apologized. Despite feeling annoyed at the interruption and reality check, he was grateful for the breather. It was an opportunity to rein in his feelings, and focus on the fact that he was here to do his job. It cooled his libido and cleared his mind.
Ignis was rinsing his mouth with water and mouthwash, and someone offered Noctis some bottled tea and a warm damp towel to wipe his sweaty face.
"Do you want me to touch-up your make-up?" the assistant asked.
"Uhh, yeah, thanks." Noctis had no idea how messy he looked right now, but better play it safe. Because of his role as fresh-faced prince, his make-up had to look non-existent, but he didn't have flawlessly even and unblemished skin-tone without the help of concealer and foundation. He also didn't want his skin to look oily.
In what felt like record time, the assistants did their thing, and the director had them move on to the next part of the scene.
Ignis sat on the bed while Noctis knelt between his legs. The camera was right there in Noctis's face, bringing the viewer's POV into first person; so he couldn't even see Ignis's face. He just had to make the blowjob look good for the camera—lots of eager glances, teasing licks around the head, then wrapping his lips around that nice big dick, and sucking it down like it was his favourite thing.
Noctis doubted it felt all that good though, since he was self-consciously focusing on looking sexy, and trying to keep his spit in check. He mentally apologized to Ignis for not being able to give him the kind of attention he really wanted to.
Although Noctis couldn't look at Ignis, he could hear him. Ignis wasn't staying totally passive as a viewer-self-insert, letting out little noises and murmuring encouragements. When Ignis said he was doing good, it sent a warm shiver of pleasure through Noctis's belly. Even if Ignis had just said it for the sake of the scene, Noctis lapped up that praise, and moaned around Ignis's length, casting a dreamy aroused glance into the camera.
Noctis squirmed his tongue over the tip and licked up the salty and slightly bitter pre-cum. He liked the taste, and enjoyed the way Ignis groaned. Ignis was breathing harder, and when Noctis leaned down and mouthed over his balls while continuing to stroke his cock, Ignis gasped. Noctis couldn't help noticing how good his slender hand looked wrapped around Ignis's length, moving up and down just enough to tease.
Noctis was getting hard again in anticipation of finally getting what he wanted, and his body was practically humming with want. He didn't have to wait long before the director called for a cut and change of positions.
The cameraman retreated a bit, and an assistant brought over condoms, lube, and wet-wipes. This time Noctis got the mouthwash and water. The assistant also asked him to spread some lube inside his ass, and just check that he was ready to go. Even though Noctis was nervous-excited for the next part, he was still relaxed enough that he could get three fingers inside himself without problem.
Noctis got comfortable on his back, or as much as he could with the nerves starting to bubble up now that it was really time. He was about to lose his virginity to Ignis, and a camera would capture it all. A combination of heaven and hell.
Noctis was just thinking about how he had to remember to be more vocal than he'd naturally be, and try to keep his expressions sexy, when Ignis found Noctis's raised knee, and gave a gentle squeeze.
"How are you doing?" Ignis asked.
"Um, a little nervous I guess. But I'll be fine once we get back into it." To Noctis's credit he even sounded fine, and Ignis smiled.
"And are you comfortable enough? Do you want a pillow for under your hips?"
"Uhhh." Noctis swore mentally while his mouth fumbled. He wasn't sure what difference the pillow would make, but Ignis seemed to think it would be useful. "Yes, please."
"Sure thing… An extra pillow, please," Ignis said more loudly, holding his hand out. An assistant responded immediately to bring over a spare pillow. Ignis thanked him, and then turned back to Noctis. "I understand this is all a bit new to you, but raising the angle of your hips helps relax the muscles."
"Huh… thanks." Noctis settled as Ignis helped him adjust the pillow at the small of his back. "I think I get what you mean."
"Good. I'd hate for you to have a painful experience on your first film."
"Haha, yeah. Thanks," Noctis said, blushing.
Once everyone was ready to continue, they started the shot with some kissing, while Ignis rubbed against Noctis's ass. Noctis was wishing Ignis had fucked him right after fingering him. He'd been so turned on and ready, but Ignis's deep kisses were starting to put him back in that mood. Ignis teased over Noctis's nipples. His dick slipped hot and slick over Noctis's sensitive opening, all building the heat in his belly to a fire again.
Noctis groaned and shifted his hips, tried to make Ignis breach him, but Ignis only smirked.
Noctis huffed. "Please… I need you!"
"Shhh, relax," Ignis murmured, easing Noctis's knees further apart. He lined himself up, and the head of his cock pressed gently at Noctis's opening. Noctis's mouth fell open and his eyes went hazy as Ignis slowly entered him.
Noctis tensed at the strange and slightly painful sensation, and Ignis whispered, "Relax..."
Ignis kept murmuring soothingly to him, the words not really reaching Noctis, but the low timbre of Ignis's voice comforted him as he adjusted to the feeling inside him. The stretch burned, but also felt satisfying in a way he hadn't expected.
"All right?" Ignis asked, staying still after he'd eased in several inches.
"Yeah… it's good," Noctis managed to whisper, and then arched up to draw Ignis into a kiss. He felt so warm, so full, stretched by Ignis's cock.
Ignis eased off, and then slid back inside Noctis almost to the base, making him hiss slightly. Noctis's body tightening automatically at the intrusion, and then relaxed again as he groaned in pleasure. After a few thrusts Ignis found the perfect angle to make Noctis yelp and jerk with pleasure, something he made sure to take advantage of every few strokes, building Noctis's pleasure.
Ignis's thrusts never lost their gentleness. Noctis was panting helplessly, his head tossing from side to side, and his fists clenched at the sheets with need. Every time Ignis pressed against that sweet spot inside of Noctis, waves of intense pleasure rippled through his body.
"More," he moaned, hips jerking of their own accord.
Ignis responded by increasing his pace, slamming harder and deeper into Noctis, making him moan loudly each time. Ignis nuzzled the side of Noctis's face, and then down to his bare shoulder. Propped on one arm he caressed the shell of Noctis's ear, traced along his cheek and jaw. Noctis leaned into his touches, gasping and running his hands over every inch of Ignis he could reach.
"You're so perfect like this, my prince," Ignis murmured.
Though it was just part of the script, Ignis made it sound so sincere the declaration brought Noctis to the edge. He pulled Ignis even closer with his legs locked behind his back.
"I-I'm gonna… oh fuck..." he whimpered and tilted his hips up further, urging Ignis to take him harder.
Some of Ignis's warm presence retreated as he pushed himself up into a kneeling position between Noctis's legs. Noctis whined at the loss, but then Ignis wrapped a hand around Noctis's cock and stroked him firmly.
"Come for me, my prince," Ignis whispered, and Noctis did.
He cried out and came so hard a stripe of cum painted his chin. The rest spilled over Ignis's fist and splattered onto his stomach, chest, and pooled in his bellybutton. Noctis had tears in his eyes. His open mouth panted for air, as Ignis continued to gently thrust while Noctis rode out his orgasm. Ignis groaned at the way Noctis's ass tightened around his cock, and leaned down again to bury his face at Noctis's neck and mouthed over the sweaty skin. He was close too.
It only took a few more urgent thrusts before Ignis pulled out and tugged off the condom. Then he was pumping his length, and spilling across Noctis's stomach and chest with a deep drawn out groan.
Noctis was so dazed and full of sated calmness, he barely registered that the director called, "cut." The camera that had swooped over Noctis to get a final view of his cum-spattered fucked-out self, retreated.
His consciousness returned to the bustling studio. The director was saying that it was time to call it a day and clean up. Noctis supposed he should get up and go take a shower, but he couldn't find the energy to move, could barely keep his eyes open. Ignis's hand lay warm on his knee, a reassuring presence Noctis needed more than he realized.
"Are you all right, Noctis? You're not in any pain, are you?" Ignis asked.
Noctis blinked up at Ignis, who was now wearing a bathrobe. There was a slight ache deep inside him, but it wasn't all that unpleasant. He just felt unusually stiff and sluggish when he tried to move.
"I'm good. Thanks. Go ahead and use the shower first. There's only one, right?" Noctis mumbled.
"Never mind that. I just want a cup of coffee. Sab, could you please bring Noctis an energy drink? And is there a blanket?"
"I'm fine…" Noctis said without much conviction, failing to find the energy to sit up. He kind of wanted to crawl into Ignis's lap and take a nap snuggled up to him. Noctis almost laughed at himself for thinking that. It wasn't Ignis's job to snuggle with him once the camera stopped rolling.
He just needed a moment.
A moment turned into half an hour while crew wandered around, and the assistant fussed, and Ignis drank two cups of strong black coffee. The director looked in to joke that he didn't need a newbie who fell asleep right after he came; but also congratulated them on a scene well done, before he left.
After taking some time to collect himself and regain the ability to use his legs (as well as the will to even get off the bed), Noctis managed to stand up and put on his bathrobe. In the meantime, Ignis had quickly nipped off to shower and get changed. But afterwards he returned to keep Noctis company and drink the rest of his coffee.
"Don't fall asleep and drown in the shower," Ignis said, having found his humour with all that caffeine.
Noctis groaned and rolled his eyes. "Lame sleep jokes are gonna haunt the rest of my career, aren't they…?"
"Certainly, your Highness."
With another groan, Noctis limped to the changing room. He took a deep breath as he discarded his robe and stepped into the shower. Noctis was still in mild disbelief at what had happened, that he had gone through with losing his virginity on film with a practical stranger. He stood there under the water, thinking, trying to figure out whether he regretted it or not, becoming annoyed by the fact he even cared to waste any time thinking about it.
It wasn't like it really mattered anyway. Ignis would probably forget about him in a day or two. Noctis might never even be in another video with Ignis. He retrieved his stuff from his locker and got dressed, half expecting Ignis to be gone by the time he looked in at the studio room again. Ignis was still there though. Noctis decided to go in and say goodbye properly.
"You are hurt," Ignis said as Noctis walked towards him.
"What?"
"Your gait. You're obviously not walking normally."
"I'm fine. Look, I just--" Noctis bit his lip, and then blurted out, "it was my first time, okay?"
Ignis looked taken aback for a moment, but then his expression turned into a 'that explains some things' look.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you before. I know I should've, but…"
"It would have been nice to know. But it can't be changed now." Ignis sighed and pushed up his glasses. "At least let me get you some painkillers and walk you to the station."
Noctis blushed with more than shame now. "It's honestly not that bad. I just need to sleep it off."
"Trust me. You'll be feeling it in the morning," Ignis said dryly, and offered his arm. After a long moment of hesitation, Noctis accepted. Together they went out the staff entrance at the back of the building, and headed towards the station.
Notes:
Plan is to have Cor, Prompto (and Ignis lol) in Noct's next video, though not all at once...
Chapter 3
Notes:
This turned more feely feels than I expected, but I guess that's what happens when IgNoct is my OTP… I'm sorry. If you're here for the sex please just skip this chapter haha...
Chapter Text
In the high emotions and nervousness of that sex scene, Noctis had forgotten that there were still those non-explicit scenes to shoot too. But with the most demanding scenes behind him, he felt more relaxed in front of the camera, and with Ignis; so he could mostly just enjoy the scenario of being Ignis's boyfriend. That smitten, giddy feeling he got around Ignis carried him along, and his light happy mood seemed infectious, because Ignis responded in kind, bringing a mellow 'you're my world' mood to their scenes.
At a trendy gelato cafe, they lingered over the ice cream flavours. There were about 20 different favours, and they played up their indecision and flirtation, before agreeing to get flavours they both wanted to try. This way there'd be a pretext for Noctis to take licks at Ignis's ice cream cone, and for Ignis to be fed little spoonfuls of sorbet from Noctis's cup.
The weather stayed sunny, the clouds high and thin. It was that lovely time of early summer when it was warm without the sun scorching or disgusting humidity. The park was theirs to enjoy, because it was a weekday afternoon, and very few people were wandering around at that time.
They strolled between the beds on spring flowers, holding hands, lacing their fingers together affectionately. Ignis kissed the backs of Noctis's fingers. Then his hand found the small of Noctis's back, holding him close to the warm solid expanse of his body. Noctis could get used to this, he thought vaguely, head nestled on Ignis's shoulder. The sun sparkled through spring-green leaves around them. Noctis smiled, and tried not to let any sense of disappointment, or melancholy, at how fleeting and unreal this moment was, seep into his expression. As nice as this moment was, and as real as his own feelings seemed to him, he was still just playing a character in front of a camera, and so was Ignis.
Of course Ignis had to be the most charming, most attentive chamberlain—only the best for His Highness. But these things were not for Noctis. He would go home alone, re-heat some rice and curry he had sitting in the fridge, put in at least an hour of writing for an assignment that was due soon, and then crawl into bed to sleep.
After the park scenes were wrapped, the crew took a short break, and then they relocated to a fancy loft apartment for the bonus disc segment.
They even had a cooking assistant on hand to make sure they'd have an edible meal to eat during the dinner shots. Good planning, because Noctis couldn't cook anything fancier than pasta with pre-prepared sauce. And although Ignis could apparently cook quite competently, this kitchen was totally unfamiliar to him, and lacked the various little things that helped him get around a kitchen on his own.
Anyway, Noctis and Ignis were there to focus on cute romantic shots for the camera—the sort of stuff that turned up in cheesy rom-coms. Everyone had a laugh over Noctis breaking character by spitting a piece of raw carrot into the sink; and Ignis drank more than his fair share of the wine that was meant to go into the sauce.
They wrapped up the candle-lit dinner with snuggling on the couch, and making out for awhile, until the sleepy prince fell asleep on his advisor. Eyes closed, Noctis snuggled against Ignis's side on the couch, listening to his steady heartbeat, soothed by gentle caresses between his shoulder blades. He was only supposed to pretend to fall asleep, but he felt ready to drift off for real. After that full day, Noctis was ready to fall deep into exhausted sleep. Half-awake, he was overwhelmed by the wish that this moment could last forever.
Of course it couldn't.
When filming was finally finished, the crew had plans to go hang out at a bar, to celebrate and unwind at the end of the project. Noctis would've liked to just go home. But he was the star of the video; so he saw no polite way to excuse himself short of a medical emergency. Besides, Ignis was going too. Noctis wouldn't need to feel quite so out of place among staff who'd already known each other for several projects.
Noctis really was tired, and the beer made him even more tired. Most of the rowdy conversation passed him in a blur, and he wouldn't remember much of the evening. At the end, everyone was standing on the side-walk, ready to make their wobbly way home. Ignis shook Noctis's hand, and then kept holding onto it. Their fingers resting together felt almost familiar now.
"I just wanted to say," Ignis said, a little slower than normal, "I really enjoyed working with you, Noctis. And… I hope we'll have a chance to work together again some time. Soon…"
"Yeah, soon," Noctis murmured, feeling all warm inside. "I'd really… really, really like that, Ignis…"
They were both very tipsy, and just standing there smiling at each other, not letting go of their hands. Until someone broke in, loudly giggling and saying Ignis had to let the prince go get his beauty sleep. They lived in opposite directions, and Ignis was catching a taxi with several other staff members going in that direction. Noctis stood there watching Ignis go, his over-heated face burning in the cold night air.
***
He went to lectures, he went to work, he hung out with friends (mostly Prompto), he phoned his mum from time to time and reassured her that he was doing okay at university in the big city. Noctis couldn't afford to take a weekend off work to go home during the semester, but he'd definitely drive out there during the summer break.
Noctis had thought he might go home for longer during the summer, but there was work, and also the hassle of what to do about his rented room. If he moved out to save on rent while he was staying at home, he'd have the problem of finding a new place when it was time to return for the following semester.
Everything pointed to staying in Insomnia for the summer, even if he'd rather head home and spend the summer near the coast. Prompto was a city kid, and had never even been camping except for a school trip, so at least they'd be able to hang out together. Noctis wondered if Ignis was a local, or also had family elsewhere in Lucis who he'd visit during the summer.
In any case, there was still some time (and exams) before the summer break. And Noctis's manager had ideas about how to fill that time. There was already talk of another Prince of Lucis film, but nothing concrete yet. Noctis was relieved that the prince themed video had been a good decision. It paid more than a shift at the club, and if it turned into a series with him as the star… He didn't want to get ahead of himself, but he could hope.
"In the meantime, how about doing a short segment in a themed anthology? A new installment in the N*ce Ass series is in the works right now. They already have their cover-model, but if you're interested in doing more videos, it's good to get in on these popular series," his manager said.
A short segment sounded like the sort of low-pressure film job Noctis needed right now. It would be good experience to get back in front of the camera before the next Prince of Lucis instalment.
"Anyway, I was thinking you'd have a scene that focuses on sex-toys rather than actual sex. You'd prefer that, right?" his manager asked.
Noctis nodded. He hadn't done much with toys at work or in private, but it was less daunting than jumping into another sex scene with a stranger on film. His manager gave him further details about the project and the filming schedule, and then told Noctis to have a look through the storage cupboard of sponsor and gift goodies for a couple of toys that might be useful for practice.
He'd praised Noctis's performance with Ignis, but obviously not all partners would match him so well as Ignis, so it would be good for him to get more used to anal play and increase his sensitivity. Noctis's work profile now had 'in training' listed for bottoming, though it was unlikely that he'd start having anal sex with patrons until after his next video, even if there was already demand.
For now the 'prince's' fans would have to make do with watching him ride a thick dildo. Which is what Noctis did very enthusiastically for his N*ce Ass 6 scene.
In the meantime, the crown prince film went through post-production and was released for sale—Noctis's innocently tempting face on the cover. The news pretty much passed Noctis in a fog of uni assignments, though he got a copy of the finished DVD from his manager.
Not long after, Noctis found himself in his manager's office again. People on the internet had seen his DVD and had opinions. Of course, Noctis knew about online discussion boards like Clover Channel, but he'd never seen the sub-board dedicated to gay porn.
Many seemed drawn in by his resemblance to the prince, his good looks and attractive figure (his ass was mentioned more than Noctis really cared to know about, but this was porn after all). Even his awkwardness was seen as rather cute and charming. A prince who was sweet and sexy and kind of relatable.
His heart lurched at comments mentioning his chemistry with Ignis. There was some backhanded praise from Ignis fans—stuff about this awkward newbie putting in a pretty decent performance thanks to Ignis. But others openly gushed about how cute and believable they were as young prince and experienced advisor head-over-heels in love.
Noctis was thankful that his manager had probably weeded out the harsher comments, because he wasn't sure he could handle seeing that type of stuff right now. He could already imagine that there were viewers who thought he wasn't good enough, let alone good enough for Ignis.
Over all, Noctis was surprised by his debut's popularity, but it was all according to his manager's plans. They even ran an official poll to decide which famous personality lookalike Noctis should bed next. The company was also taking into account customer reviews and comments on popular discussion boards.
"Believe it or not, the Marshal of the Crownsguard came out on top," his manager said.
Noctis was too stunned to react for a moment. "You mean that guy who's like… a meme?"
His manager chuckled and nodded. "That's right, the Immortal himself. Ignis was showing his popularity too, though he wasn't on the poll. There's also plenty of interest in the prince's Shield."
But as it turned out, despite the Marshal's popular appeal, his best porn lookalike had happily retired from the business at the start of the year, and another was only 20 and didn't want to do gay porn anyway. But Noctis's manager didn't look worried; he was obviously scheming something.
When Noctis told Prompto about people wanting to see him get fucked by the Immortal, Prompto almost fell over laughing.
Noctis grumbled, "Bunch of sadists. They just wanna see me get wrecked."
"Wrecked in the best way." Prompto giggled. "Seriously though, that dude is my hero. Not sure I'd want to see him in porn though. It's like, sacrilegious or something."
Noctis rolled his eyes. "Then don't watch. Actually, you're banned from watching. It's too weird thinking about my best friend seeing me in that stuff."
"Weird, or sexy?" Prompto asked, throwing him a seductive look.
"Weird."
"Aww."
***
Life went on. Noctis had final exams to study for, and work was becoming more demanding as his popularity increased. He actually had to reduce his shifts just so he wouldn't feel like he was going to crash out towards the end of semester.
The club had enough uni students on the staff that his manager wasn't surprised, and told Noctis to take care of himself and his grades, rather than taking a workload he couldn't handle. At this point, Noctis also wasn't in a position where he'd starve or miss his rent payments if he worked less for a few weeks.
When exams were over, and he was sure he hadn't miserably failed any of his courses, Noctis could finally emerge from the study fog, and tune in to what was going on in other parts of his life. One of those things was the next Prince of Lucis video. Noctis's manager hadn't said much, but while Noctis was off in exam-hell, planning for a marshal x prince scenario had progressed. They had found a tentative choice for the role of the Marshal.
This mystery man wasn't in the industry—he was an old friend and mentor of Ignis's. And the guy didn't even know yet that he was being scouted for gay porn. Ignis wanted Noctis to meet him before he even mentioned the role to his friend. Noctis was rather shocked by the choice. So much could go wrong, or just end up being extremely awkward. Noctis couldn't decide if it was a good thing, or a weird thing that Ignis would suggest his own friend and mentor in this situation.
On one hand, Noctis was happy that Ignis was taking this effort and getting involved, even though he wasn't set to appear in the video. It felt like Ignis was still sort of looking out for him. On the other hand, Noctis felt uneasy because if Prompto wasn't already in this business, and just a friend from uni or school, there was no way he'd want to drag his friend into having sex with a stranger on film.
But Noctis wasn't about to turn down the opportunity without at least agreeing to meet. Considering the circumstances, there was a high probability that the guy wanted nothing to do with appearing in gay porn; and then Noctis would get out of it without looking like he was the type to throw away chances on a whim.
And if it worked out, well, at least Ignis was involved. Noctis trusted him, and frankly didn't want to disappoint him.
The day after agreeing to the scenario, Noctis got a mail from Ignis. The message told him a bit more about this man named Cor. Noctis was relieved to read that Cor knew about Ignis's work in the sex industry and had been very supportive over the years. That was definitely a point in his favour. That Cor really was gay also sounded better than a gay-for-pay situation.
Apparently, Cor had some experience with having sex on film from amateur university projects—artsy sex films. That was surprising. Then again, given Cor's age he'd probably been at uni towards the end of the wild and free 20s. Noctis wondered how he'd react to being nominated for this porn project though. The film was going to be on a hardcore label, which didn't even skirt the boundary between cute boyfriends film and straight-up porn.
Noctis sent back a quick message letting Ignis know that he'd be happy to meet up on one of his free days. He didn't even need to check his timetable because blessed summer break had started. Reservations aside, he was going to hang out with Ignis and one of his oldest friends. If Noctis focused on that it felt kind of special.
On the arranged day, Noctis had set three alarms so he'd drag himself out of bed and into the shower before 8 a.m. He hadn't worked the night before, but that just meant he'd stayed up into the early hours of the morning playing video games. Ignis had apologized (and lightly teased Noctis for his sleeping habits), for setting the meeting time in the morning. Ignis and Cor always met early to go to the gym, and then eat breakfast at a nearby cafe.
Apart from having to wake up earlier than he wanted to, Noctis didn't really mind meeting in the morning. He'd be too tired to feel all that nervous, and he'd have a good excuse to splash out on a big cafe breakfast. Pancakes sounded amazing right about now.
Noctis skipped over wearing anything black, or spiking his hair up—the last thing he wanted was for anyone to recognize him or make Prince of Lucis comments. Khakis and casual button-up shirt would hopefully do to not look too immature to a guy who was older than Ignis. He even found a matching belt at the bottom of his closet.
Noctis picked up sunglasses and keys, and then checked his phone again before heading out. There was a new message from Ignis. It just said, "See you soon," with a little smiley face emoji at the end. Noctis couldn't help grinning, and quickly responded with, "Yeah, on my way." And added the same smiley face.
The train was surprisingly crowded considering schools and universities were on break. Luckily the cafe was only a few stops away, so it wasn't that bad. When Noctis walked into the little cobbled lane full of boutiques, cafes and outdoor seating, he spotted two tall men waiting in front of a cafe among planter boxes full of early summer blooms. One was Ignis, the other he assumed was Cor. They definitely stood out, and Noctis smirked.
They were both fit guys, looking kind of imposing, and carrying long, narrow bags slung over their shoulders—Ignis had mentioned something about them doing iaidou swordsmanship. Ignis also had his white cane. Noctis smiled as he approached.
"Hi, Ignis. Sorry, am I late?"
Ignis turned towards him, smiling. "You're not late, Noctis. We were early. This is my good friend, Cor. Cor, this is Noctis. We know each other from work."
Noctis took his first proper look at Cor, and felt the nerves kick in. His blue eyes were so piercing, and his expression looked like he was judging Noctis's soul.
Cor finally uncrossed his arms from his buff chest, and shook Noctis's hand. Cor didn't exactly crush his hand, but he definitely could if he wanted to. While Noctis was screaming internally, he knew that Cor would be a perfect choice for the Marshal—the Immortal. Cor even had the close-cropped hair and stiff posture that gave him a military air.
"Good to finally meet you," Cor said in this deep rumbly voice that shook through Noctis. He would definitely appeal to Noctis when he felt less intimidated.
At Ignis's suggestion, they went in and sat at a corner table that would give them a bit of privacy. There were a few other customers scattered around, but the outdoor seating was more popular on such a lovely summer morning. Cor didn't seem the type to talk much, and he didn't.
As if sensing Noctis's curious gaze on his menu, Ignis said, "While the food here is lovely, I also appreciate that they actually have braille menus."
Noctis hadn't considered such a small and typical thing before, but in most restaurants blind or visually impaired people would need to rely on the help of sighted people for even such small things as reading a menu. In this case Ignis and Cor were regular customers, and could recommend dishes to Noctis. Apparently the pancakes were really good, and served with a mix of red berries and whipped cream. Cor ordered a steak-salad sandwich, and Ignis the eggs benedict.
Ignis did most of the talking, skilfully getting Cor and Noctis to open up. Cor finally cracked a smile when they got to talking about Cor's youthful foray into acting. The self-deprecating smile softened his whole features, and Noctis could feel the warmth of the friendship between these two men.
"Thankfully I think those films don't exist anymore," Cor said. "They were pre-digital; and complete rubbish. The guy who shot them probably burned them after he'd passed his courses."
Ignis scoffed. "I think it's a shame. They're probably a goldmine of material," he said, chuckling.
"What, blackmail material?" Cor said, smiling that fond little smile again.
Cor got him back by mentioning the porn Ignis had been in. He was just teasing though. As Ignis had said, Cor was cool about the porn thing, and politely interested in their projects. Noctis couldn't resist asking if Cor had ever considered doing porn after the university film. Cor frowned and looked thoughtful.
"Hadn't really thought about it. Trying my hand at acting was an interesting experience, but no-one's ever asked me to do more."
Noctis glanced at Ignis, and then so did Cor.
"Why am I getting the feeling there's an ambush around the corner?" Cor asked.
Ignis sighed and smiled at Cor. "Sorry. You're right. I did have an ulterior motive for getting you to meet Noctis."
Cor crossed his arms and hummed. "Though it was weird you asking one of your pretty boy coworkers over for our breakfast date." He cracked a sly smile.
"I wasn't subtle at all, was I?" Ignis said without a hint of regret. "The truth is, there's a role you'd be perfect for, Cor. And I was hoping you'd agree once you met your lovely co-star."
Cor turned a surprised look on Noctis. Noctis blushed, and his heart was racing. He really didn't want Cor to start glaring at him again, or look angry.
Mostly Cor just looked stunned. "What? Are you serious, Ig? You want me to... to do porn?!"
His voice was so loud, Noctis kind of wanted to slither under the table and die. The waiter had definitely heard that, and the woman tapping away at a laptop nearby had paused and was side-eyeing them.
Ignis put a hand on Cor's shoulder. "I am sorry for springing this on you. But really, you'd be perfect for the role, Cor. We searched, but couldn't find anyone half as fitting. However, I'm not trying to pressure you. I realize it's probably the last thing you want to do."
Cor sighed, and then chuckled. "Nah, don't worry about it. I just wasn't expecting something like that. Even a surprise blind date would've been less surprising."
They all laughed over that. Then Ignis said, "I can't say I'd want you to date Noctis."
Cor grumbled, "Yeah, yeah, don't let me stop you."
Noctis sat there wanting to yell, "What's that supposed to mean??"
Once they'd settled down from laughing and snapping at each other, Cor looked serious, and said, "I don't mind doing it. If it'll help you out, Ig. Not like I have a relationship or high-profile career to ruin."
"Wait, you're single?" Noctis blurted out.
Cor rubbed the back of his head. "Yeah. Never managed to make anything longterm work out. Not that I mind much," he finished with a smile.
"We're in the same boat," Ignis said, easily. "Not everyone's made to spend the rest of their life with one person."
"Right..." Noctis wasn't sure if he agreed. But he was barely nineteen, and would've felt stupid weighing in on this topic. He and his last girlfriend had mutually drifted apart after Noctis moved to Insomnia; she went abroad to travel while being a nanny or something. They'd felt so close in high-school, but neither of them had made an effort to keep in touch, and at this point Noctis hardly regretted it.
"I'm single too," Noctis said. He kind of wanted Ignis to know. He wondered if it would eventually get easier to put himself out there and approach people while he was still working at the club. He didn't believe selling his body was bad or shameful exactly, but he worried how girls he met at uni would react if they knew.
"You sound a bit unhappy about that," Ignis said, his expression and voice softening. "I'll admit that the people I've dated since returning to the club business have all been industry insiders. Many people aren't thrilled at the prospect of dating a sex-worker, or someone with a disability. Or they're too interested in those aspects, if you catch my drift. But you're still young, Noctis. You intend to leave the business in a few years, right? And you never know when you might meet the right person."
Cor was nodding. "I'm a bitter old man. Don't expect to be single for as long as me. But, you also gotta put in the effort, let people you like know how you feel." His look was way too pointed for Noctis's liking, but he mumbled agreement and thanks. Cor kind of made Noctis want to reflexively yelp, 'yes, sir!' whenever he was addressed. Their caring advice and consolation felt pretty nice though. And the food had been great.
Noctis didn't regret agreeing to meet Cor at all, and the prospect of acting together in a film didn't scare him. Much.
Cor wanted to know about the scenario for the film, but they didn't talk about that until they left the cafe. They found a more private spot, in the shade of a huge cherry tree in a nearby park. There were people walking within sight, but not so close that Noctis was going to feel mortified talking about porn details.
Ignis already knew a lot about the project. Noctis's manager must have been relying on him a lot this time. Cor seemed cool about playing the Immortal, and was taking everything in stride. Then he suddenly asked Ignis, "And where're you going to be in all this?"
Ignis and Noctis both stared at him. Ignis recovered faster.
"What do you mean? I've made some suggestions to the scenario, and I found you, but that's the extent of my involvement."
Cor pressed him. "I thought for sure his highness's advisor would be involved too. Can you really let the prince run off with the marshal without stepping in?"
Noctis blushed at that suggestion, and there was also some pink in Ignis's cheeks when he pushed up his glasses.
"I... wouldn't be opposed to joining the cast," Ignis said, "but I'd have to run it past the producer..."
"Do that," Cor said, squeezing Ignis's shoulder.
Noctis wanted to chime in with enthusiastic agreement, but he suddenly felt a bit spaced out at the idea of getting to work with Ignis again so soon.
"Noctis'd want you there. Right, kid?" Cor said.
Noctis just breathed, "Definitely," and stared at Ignis, who looked as put-on-the-spot as that day they first met at the club.
"Well, it's getting on. I think we should let Noctis get back to his studies," Ignis said briskly.
Never mind that it was summer break. Cor made a sound of agreement and stood up as well. Noctis brushed grass fragment off his trousers, while wondering just what he as getting into, and why he didn't mind that it felt like his life was speeding ahead in a direction he'd never imagined half a year ago.
As Ignis was making his way towards the park path, Cor held back and clapped his hand on Noctis's shoulder. He leaned close to say, "Just so we're clear. If you break his heart, I will snap you like a twig. Have a nice day."
Chapter 4
Notes:
Hi~ this chapter is Noctis & Prompto only. Next chapter will focus on Cor (and Ignis).
Oh, and I was going to mention this at some point in the story, but the Wall hasn't been in permanent effect for over 10 years. So travelling is easier and the outer suburbs of Insomnia are more spread out than they'd be in canon.
Chapter Text
Once Cor officially agreed to act in the next prince-themed film, the project went ahead quickly. The producer also agreed to have Ignis join the scenario. Something about giving continuity to the Prince of Lucis setting. It might upset viewers who wanted to see the prince and advisor as a sweet monogamous couple, but the video would be released on a hardcore label, so a slutty prince was called for.
Noctis was so relieved when he heard the news. He'd been feeling anxious over how much Cor intimidated him, and Ignis's presence would help him relax and focus. And who knew? Maybe Ignis would also keep Cor in line. Noctis hadn't forgotten that line about snapping him like a twig. Cor seemed to have gotten the wrong idea because of Noctis's awkward one-sided crush. How was he supposed to break Ignis's heart when they barely ever met? Noctis had to wonder if those two had ever dated or something. After all, Ignis had known Cor since university. Noctis didn't want to imagine them together, didn't want to think of Ignis with anyone really.
When Prompto heard the news about Ignis also joining the video, he jokingly complained of feeling left out. Their manager was listening, and said that instead of complaining, Prompto should help create the prince's slutty image. With a lot of laughing and teasing, they actually ended up drafting a scenario that would include Prompto in a short segment as the prince's school/sex-friend.
"Are you sure?" Noctis asked nervously.
Prompto shrugged. "I'm in if you're in. And it's not like we've never kissed before, or seen each other in sexy situations."
Noctis and Prompto had been gaining popularity at the club with solo patrons and groups who wanted the company of more than one boy at a time. Noctis and Prompto were both eighteen, slender and fresh-faced, and the contrast of their hair and their personalities appealed. Clients had also noticed the affectionate friendship between Noctis and Prompto, and several women had paid to enjoy them in a threesome.
It shouldn't have surprised Noctis that their manager saw an opportunity for a video in that.
"Uh, I guess so," Noctis mumbled. "Sorry, I'm just kind of… anxious about having sex with my best friend on film."
Prompto tilted his head. "I thought that'd make it easier."
"What?"
"Being besties~ we already know we like each other. And I'm pretty sure I know what you like, and where your sensitive spots are," Prompto added with a suggestive eyebrow wriggle.
Noctis couldn't help cracking up. "Ok, ok. You're making this sound pretty chill."
"It will be chill!"
Noctis's manager had a script ready for him to pick up the next time he went to work. It had very few spoken lines, but pages of notes about the scene settings and sex acts. Noctis blushed a bit, skimming over the scenes and imagining himself acting them out with Cor. And Ignis, and… Prompto. Last he'd heard, it was only an idea, but here they all were written in black and white. Noctis's stomach knotted, but these weren't all bad nerves.
The first day of filming started early in the morning. The assistant director drove the director, Noctis, Prompto, and a trunk-load of equipment to a park reserve about 20 mins from the central city. The director explained there was a public tennis court that would usually be abandoned, even during school holidays. Noctis and Prompto were sitting in the back chugging energy drinks, and awkwardly changing into tennis uniforms.
At this time of year it was already hot and sunny by 8:30 a.m. Insomnia had a lot of parks, and this one looked well-established, full of tall trees and swaths of thick shrubbery. It was still and empty, and might even feel kind of shady to come here alone. There were only two other cars in the parking area. The tennis court was a few minutes further by foot. Noctis and Prompto walked ahead, banned from helping to carry equipment in case they injured themselves, or damaged something right before filming.
Prompto pointed and called out when he spotted the court. It was partially hidden by grand old willow trees, and didn't look much better when they got closer. It was all cracked tarmac, and a shabby net. Unlike the outdoor courts Noctis knew from school, this one didn't even have fencing to stop stray balls from flying off into the bushes. Noctis honestly wondered if it was worth driving all the way out here. The director looked pleased though. He did seem to have a fondness for location shoots. And at least it was very unlikely that they'd end up with a surprise audience and arrested for public indecency.
The assistant was put on look-out anyway once he'd finished helping with the equipment. The director was handling the camera himself today.
They got into position near the net, and Noctis was feeling his nervousness dissolve. It was still weird, but also a dreamy atmosphere to be standing on this open tennis court, beautiful blue sky above them, while Prompto was kneeling behind him groping his thighs. The director was telling Prompto to keep a straight face, or look horny, while Prompto kept giggling and getting teary-eyed from suppressed laughter.
"S-sorry. I just-- Noct, I had no idea your thighs and butt'd feel so soft?"
"Oh my gods, shut up," Noctis hissed, while also trying not to crack up.
"Come on, you two," the director chided. "If Prompto likes your ass that's great. Remember, you're supposed to be totally hot for each other."
"Yes, sir! We'll do our best," Prompto said, and buried his face against Noctis's ass. Noctis did his best not to act startled, and instead pushed his ass into Prompto's touches.
They soon settled own, and focused on making their scene look as erotic possible.
Noctis leaned over seductively while holding onto one of the net poles for balance, his ass pushed out as much as he could manage. It was an unnatural posture to stay in, and then he had to look over his shoulder and moan while Prompto groped his ass. His tiny white shorts had slits at the sides, so Prompto could push the material up to bunch tight between Noctis's legs and into his cleft. No underwear.
"My prince has the sexiest butt~" Prompto said, kneading Noctis's ass.
"Ngh, come on, hurry up… If I'm late again he's gonna punish me," Noctis moaned.
"What, your chamberlain again? Are you trying to ruin the mood?" Prompto lightly slapped Noctis's ass.
"Ahn!"
They didn't have to wait long for Prompto to get himself fully hard. The camera zoomed in close to capture Prompto pushing down his own shorts, and his dick slapping against Noctis's ass-cheek. Then on Noctis looking thirsty while palming himself through his shorts.
Prompto coated his dick with lube during a cut, and then slowly pushed between Noctis's thighs. Noctis tried to keep his thighs pressed together as much as possible, but he was too thin to give Prompto much friction while he was bent over. But if it looked okay on camera that's all that should matter; the director hadn't complained. At least it was sticky and made lewd sounds as Prompto kept thrusting between his thighs. Prompto was rubbing right against Noctis's balls too, and was keeping the fabric of the shorts pulled up tight and indecent, so there'd be a good view of Noctis's ass the whole time.
"Your soft thighs are squeezing me so much…" Prompto groaned. "Your cute balls feel so good too…"
Noctis was panting lightly. "Your cock feels amazing…"
When the director brought the camera around to film them from the front, Noctis could finally stand upright again, though still keeping his thighs squeezed together. The camera focused in on Noctis's groin. This time Prompto pulled the shorts tight at the front, so Noctis's erection and balls were clearly outlined. A bit of lube spread over the white fabric at the tip made for suggestive opacity that wouldn't need to be blur censored.
Prompto withdrew from between Noctis's thighs, and focused on stroking him like that for awhile. He kept the fabric wrapped tight over Noctis's cock. He also rubbed more lube over the head so the dark colour of it would show through clearer. Noctis squirmed and moaned at the ticklish and constricted sensations. Looking down, he was struck by how erotic it really looked. If he came like this, his cum would probably seep out onto Prompto's fingers.
Dripping with more lube, Prompto's cock slid back into the gap between Noctis's thighs. While Noctis was leaning back against Prompto's chest, the space between his thighs was at its tightest; and while Prompto thrust in and out of that gap, he again nudged right up against Noctis's trapped balls. It was a hot, filthy feeling with all that lube.
When Prompto bent him over again, and pressed against his back while rolling his hips, Noctis couldn't help thinking about what it would feel like if Prompto actually fucked him. His movements felt less controlled now, more eager. The way Prompto gripped Noctis's hips, and then groped up along his ribs to his chest made Noctis shiver and gasp.
He covered Prompto's hands and guided them to push up his white polo shirt. The tightness of the shirt helped it stay in place while Prompto skimmed over Noctis's nipples. The camera zoomed in on them getting rolled and pinched between Prompto's fingers until they were peaked and darker pink. Noctis bit his lip. His chest was pretty sensitive, and Prompto had undeniable skill at playing gently with his nipples and drawing out pleasure.
Prompto was panting at the nape of his neck, against his ear. He sounded like he was really turned on.
"Are you close?" Noctis asked.
"Yeah, I'm close…"
"Don't come yet," the director said with mock-sternness. It really would be inconvenient though if Prompto came and it wasn't filmed in a useable way.
"Haha, sorry. I didn't think I'd get close so fast," Prompto said, drawing back from Noctis.
"Don't worry. It happens a lot with outdoor filming. That or models turn totally shy and have a problem coming at all. Take a breather, but stay in position."
While they waited, the director rummaged around in one of the equipment bags. He passed them a bottle of soda to share, and also took out another little bottle that looked like more lube or something.
The sun had risen above the trees and the court was starting to turn sweltering. The director shielded his eyes, saying they should wrap up this scene as soon as possible. Noctis and Prompto couldn't agree more.
"All right, now just pretend to come in the next take," the director told Prompto.
"Pretend?"
The director chuckled. "We're not finished yet. I need you to save that up for a different scene."
Prompto shrugged, and got on with it when the camera was rolling again.
"Ah… nn, I'm. Coming…!" Prompto gasped, his hands tight on Noctis's hips, his cock pressing hot and firm into Noctis's cleft.
"Y-yeah… aah, come on my ass." Noctis panted as well, playing it up a bit.
Prompto held him tight, groaning deeply, and then went still after a few more hard thrusts.
"Cut. Good going, Prompto." The director gave a thumbs up. "Now just stay in position."
He picked up the little squeezy bottle he'd just taken out, saying, "We usually don't fake come-shots, but considering the scenario it'd be too impractical with the amount of time we have for filming."
As Noctis had learned previously, directors would usually only expect each model to come once per day. Something about the volume and consistency of the ejaculate, and gay porn viewers being fussy about that sort of thing. Noctis wondered if it would really be okay to fake it, instead of bringing Prompto in for the following two days of filming. He wasn't about to start arguing with the director though.
Rather artfully, the director squirted the fake cum onto Noctis's half-exposed ass at an angle and pattern that would look realistic. For the camera, Prompto acted like he'd just climaxed, rubbing his cock through the mess on Noctis's ass, before pushing back between his thighs.
"All right. That's it for this scene. Great stuff, you two. Now let's get in the shade. I'll get murdered if either of you turn up at work with sunburns."
The director waved over the assistant while they hurried towards the trees.
"Seen anyone around?" the director asked.
"Nope, still totally deserted. It's lucky this place isn't by the jogging path."
"Great. Then let's keep going with the next scene."
While the director took a cigarette break, the models changed costumes. For the next scene they had to put on school uniforms with blazers and ties. Prompto giggled about how it reminded him of his own old uniform, because he'd attended the same central Insomnia high-school as His Highness--only that the prince had already graduated by the time Prompto matriculated.
Noctis found it unusual for a prince to attend a public school, but for Insomnians it wasn't surprising at all. His Highness didn't hold himself above his subjects, and continued to do regular community volunteer work. Noctis wondered if it wasn't maybe libellous to make cumslut parody porn of such a decent guy, who was widely admired and loved by the citizens of Insomnia.
Prompto just laughed, and said that clean image tended to make fans even thirstier. "Like, think of any popular idol or film star who seems like an actually nice person, and I can guarantee you, tons of fans would be falling over themselves for any hint of something spicy. It's almost like, the purer and more unattainable the person, the more rabid their fans are for something filthy."
"That's... kind of weird, but as long as I'm not heading for a huge backlash and death threats for daring to look like a slutty version of His Highness..." Noctis said, while adjusting the skimpy black briefs under his slacks. Prompto just laughed and gave him a comforting pat on the ass.
When everyone was ready to continue filming, Prompto and Noctis started out leaning against a large tree-trunk, sheltered by rhododendrons. The director jogged off to get an establishing shot while they kissed. He returned to continue filming closer as their kissing turned hurried and they tugged at each other's clothes. Prompto dropped his blazer; Noctis pulled Prompto's shirt hem out of his trousers while greedily trying to draw him closer; Noctis's trousers ended up around his ankles, and his shirt hung open while Prompto kissed over his chest.
Prompto dropped to his knees in front of Noctis, nuzzling the front of his briefs. The fabric over the tip of Noctis's cock was already damp thanks to some preparation, and it got even wetter as Prompto licked and sucked at Noctis through the skimpy material. Then Prompto slowly peeled his briefs down to his thighs, and Noctis finally got some skin-on-skin contact to his aching dick after all that teasing.
Prompto didn't even hesitate to lick his tip, and wrap his lips around the head. For a first film, he was really turning out to be a champ. He didn't try to take Noctis any deeper into his mouth though. Not a problem, because he kept up a good rhythm with his hand and tongue. Just as Noctis was starting to really get into it, it was time to change up.
Noctis tossed aside his trousers and shoes, and got on his knees. He pulled Prompto's erection through the fly of his trousers.
"Nnn, you're so hard…" Noctis moaned, stroking him slowly from base to tip, while the camera captured his flushed, aroused expression.
"I jerked off three times last night thinking about fucking your tight ass…" Prompto said with a smirk.
"Shit, you know I can't…" Noctis bit his lip, and reached between his own legs. He pushed out his ass and rubbed over his hole for the low angle. "Want your cock so much though. Let me drink you cum before the chime rings…"
"Fuck, you're such a slut," Prompto said, pushing his cock between Noctis's lips.
Noctis swallowed him down with a moan, and then bobbed his head while looking up into the camera. It wasn't actually that weird blowing Prompto. He'd kind of been nervous about it beforehand, but he was in work-mode now, taking it in stride. He'd given head to so many clients, and he liked Prompto. Even if Prompto wasn't his type, he was cute and had a nice dick. The main difference was that they weren't using a condom, and Noctis could taste the salty bitter flavour spreading in his mouth. Not that he minded much. They'd both showered right before work.
For the climax, Noctis was fully naked on his knees, thighs spread and looking desperate. Prompto stood beside him at an angle, so the camera could get a good view of his cock disappearing between Noctis's lips. Noctis was stroking himself and moaning, but mostly paying attention to making the blowjob look sexy. He was squeezing Prompto around the base with his left hand, swirling his lips around the head like he couldn't get enough.
"Come for me… wanna taste you," Noctis crooned between licks.
"Oh shit, you're so hot..."
"Cut!" The director called out. "All right, Noctis. You're the one who needs to come in this scene. Are you close, or do you need some time?"
Noctis shook the damp hair out of his eyes, and said, "Um, I think I could in a minute or two."
"Great. Just give me enough warning to start filming again."
Noctis nodded, and started rubbing his cock faster. After how much he'd already been teased, it didn't take long at all to reach the edge. While the camera captured him, Noctis gasped and moaned, and painted his stomach and hand with thick streaks of cum.
Afterwards, Noctis just wanted to sag into a more comfortable position, but it was Prompto's turn next. Only that he had to pretend again.
"For real?!" Prompto practically whined.
The director quirked a smile. "For now, yes. We'll be filming your real come-shot this afternoon."
"O-okay."
"That's the spirit. Let's wrap this up and get some lunch. I'm starving."
At the mention of food, Noctis's stomach announced how hungry it was. Prompto snorted, and Noctis lightly punched his thigh. "Just hurry up and come in my mouth, loser," he hissed.
"I'll come on your face if you keep being mean to me," Prompto hissed back, still grinning.
"Save it for later," the director said drily, getting into position to capture the desired angle. "The facial's scripted for the last scene."
The assistant was standing by with the bottle of fake cum, and once Prompto had done his bit of acting for the camera, he stepped in. Noctis had to hold a mouthful of milky goo without spilling or swallowing any, while Prompto pushed back into his mouth for the following take. Of course the stuff was cold, and the consistency was gross and starchy. At least it tasted sweet.
Prompto moaned, pretending to be riding out his orgasm, and then slowly pulled out. Noctis opened his mouth, and let some of the liquid drip over his lips. He showed the remaining load on his tongue.
"Ngh, that was so good…" Prompto said.
Noctis swallowed, smirked, and then showed his tongue again as he started to lick Prompto clean.
"Gods you're a cumslut."
Noctis really hoped that whatever this fake-cum stuff was it wouldn't upset his stomach. Prompto was whining as he had to get re-dressed in the uniform while his dick was still desperately hard. Noctis felt bad for him; Prompto didn't deserve to be blue-balled like that. It was kind of funny though.
For the parting shot Noctis was straightening his tie, with a smug, conspiratorial look into the camera. That wrapped up their location shoot. Noctis and Prompto just stayed in uniform to trudge back to the parking lot. They'd be in uniform for the last scene anyway.
They had drive-thru for lunch on the way back to the company office building. The large strawberry milkshake and spicy nuggets took Prompto's mind off his dick; and Noctis praised the Astrals that he could finally stuff his face with fries instead of dick. Two very full and content models tumbled out of the car when they got back.
They had some time to freshen up, while the assistant re-arranged one of the meeting rooms to look vaguely like a classroom.
"Pfffft, dude, your stomach's sticking out like your gonna have a baby," Prompto said, pulling Noctis's shirt hem higher to look. "Noct, I'm your best friend and you didn't tell me?! How could you?"
Noctis rolled his eyes. "Don't act like you didn't get knocked up first. How many months have you been lying to me, huh? Who's the daddy?" He wrapped his arms around Prompto's waist so their full, rounded bellies bumped together. Prompto shrieked and wriggled in Noctis's arms. Then he went limp, and faintly cried, "I've sinned… Ugh, my burps taste like chili strawberry."
"Gross."
An exaggerated knocking at the half-open greenroom door startled them apart. The assistant stepped in, looking like he was trying hard not to crack up.
"Uh, if you guys are ready… we're set up down the hall."
Thankfully they both got to keep their shirts on, and Prompto finally got to come for real. While Noctis jerked him off, he spurted all over Noctis's face and fringe. The shot ended in a close-up of Noctis's face, his open mouth stained with cum.
Afterwards, Noctis got to shower first, and he took his sweet time about it. Finally getting to wash off the sweat and bodily fluids at the end of a long day of work was bliss. For awhile he just stood there with his eyes closed, letting the hot water run down his body. Perfect. The only other things he wanted now were food and sleep.
He did almost fall asleep on the staffroom couch while he was waiting for Prompto to shower. Noctis grumbled awake when he heard the snaps of a phone camera.
"Ohhh, candid sleepy-face prince. Bet your fans would love to get their hands on these," Prompto said, waving his phone. "If I post these on my work twitter I'll probably get loads of likes~"
"Don't you dare," Noctis wiped drool from the corner of his mouth. "I don't want my face between all your titty selfies."
"They're pecs, Noct, pecs! And I know you love them~"
Noctis groaned and dragged himself off the couch. "Whatever. I just wanna go home. You're lucky you only had one day of filming."
"Eh?"
"?"
Only at this point did Prompto realize that because all of his scenes had been filmed on the first day, he wouldn't get to meet Cor.
"You know he's not the real marshal, right?" Noctis said slowly. And then because Prompto had the saddest puppy expression, he promised to try getting Prompto an introduction at some point.
"Now are you're gonna cry about it? Because if you are, can we at least do that over pizza?" Noctis asked, as they made their way out of the office building.
"Are you out of your mind!?" Prompto gasped, thinking of how cursed it would be to follow a greasy lunch with a greasy dinner. "I'd kill for some curry right now though."
"If you're ok with basic diner curry, let's go to the ramen shop by the station."
"For you, Noct? I guess I can settle. Don't forget you still owe me lunch, and dinner is basically the same as lunch."
Noctis rolled his eyes. "Fine. My treat. You can even order a side-dish, if you're not scared of the calories."
"Pfft," Prompto wrapped an arm over Noctis's shoulders. "You know there's always space for gyoza."
Chapter 5
Summary:
Finally getting to the Cor/Noct in this part. :')
Chapter Text
The following morning, Noctis got to sleep in a little (compared to the previous day), and arrived at the office at nine o'clock. He was pretty sure he was on time, but Ignis and Cor were already there; as were the director and other crew. Noctis apologized, and got pulled into the circle of mismatched chairs, coffee, and breakfast pastries. Today's director was a different guy from yesterday's. Noctis knew him from the brief segment in the butt-focused omnibus. As Noctis had discovered, the company had about four different directors, who tended to focus on different genres. This guy focused on the stuff leaning more towards macho and kinky scenarios.
Cor was sitting stiffly, arms crossed over his chest, looking stoic but maybe a little nervous. Ignis was smiling and chatting lightly, looking great. Noctis was only too happy to get herded to the empty seat beside him. He practically felt a shiver down his spine when Ignis's hand brushed over his knee.
"I hope you're not too exhausted after spending all day yesterday filming?" Ignis asked.
Noctis had to stifle a yawn at the mention of exhaustion. He'd had plenty of time to sleep, but his mind hadn't been so accommodating, keeping him on low-level anxiety buzz most of the night. "I'm fine. Nothing some coffee can't fix."
The assistant had brought Noctis a cup of strong black coffee, and he quickly poured in some condensed milk and several sachets of sugar.
"A sweet tooth?" Ignis asked, tilting his head with a quirk of his lips.
"Haha, yeah. Can't drink this stuff straight. You like black coffee?"
Ignis nodded. "If the beans are high quality, roasted correctly and brewed just right, milk and sugar just taste like unnecessary embellishments."
"Huh, sounds complicated..."
"Haha, yes, the perfect cup of coffee could be considered an art form."
Cor clicked his tongue. "Stop boring the poor kid with your coffee mania."
"I'm sorry. Are you feeling left out? Nerves finally getting to you?" Ignis asked.
At that, Cor glanced at Noctis, who froze up under that steely look. A look like that instantly made him nervous and put him on the defensive, wondering if he'd done something wrong. Then Cor sighed and deflated a little. "Nah... maybe." He rubbed over the stubble on his chin.
The director clapped his hands together. "Well, guys, once our prince is ready we should get started. Like I said earlier, we'll start with the gym scenes. So unfortunately, you don't have anything to do yet, Ignis. You don't need to stay if you don't want to."
Noctis couldn't help feeling a little disappointed that Ignis's wouldn't be joining him until the afternoon. But he got the message, and excused himself to go take care of his enema and shower routine.
The company office had a gym space and communal showers for staff, and it very usefully doubled as a set. It didn't have a dojo floor, but they made do with a clear space of floor and mats for a brief training scene. Because of the focus on making it suggestive, they would be using some sort of hand-to-hand self-defense or wrestling moves.
Noctis didn't really get this stuff. He'd been in the after-school volleyball club, but he didn't particularly like sports. To stay fit, he jogged with Prompto, and did some yoga or sit-ups and push-ups at home.
Cor actually knew what he was doing though, and he put Noctis through his paces. Noctis was getting owned. Cor was putting him in head locks, pinning him with arms and legs, flipping him over his shoulder to the mat. The prince sure was going to look meek, except that time he rolled on top of Cor and pinned his arms. Totally a scripted moment though.
Noctis had to admit that it was all pretty provocative. They were both shirtless and just wearing black sweatpants; they were constantly skin to skin.
Noctis sank into the feeling of Cor's large calloused hands on the bare skin of his waist; the way Cor's hands fitted around his wrists; the press of him along the length of Noctis's back, while Cor held him in place with one arm, and spread his other hand over Noctis's abdomen. Noctis tilted his face up towards Cor's throat. Cor didn't smell of fancy cologne or anything much apart from soap and a pleasant musky warm scent. Noctis kind of liked the smell of his sweat as well.
Noctis slid his hand over Cor's. "What about that bet?"
Cor grunted. "You haven't won yet."
Noctis pretended to stomp on Cor's foot, elbowed him in the gut, and then whirled round to drop an elbow to his back. Cor pretended to crumple to his knees with a grunt. Noctis pushed him onto his back, pinned his wrists, and then straddled him. Noctis smirked and rolled his hips, and Cor's body was definitely taking an interest. So was his own.
With a smug grin, Noctis said, "I'll be taking my prize now."
He reached back and pushed Cor's sweatpants down. Cor wasn't fully hard yet, but during a filming cut, he stroked himself to full hardness quite quickly. Noctis watched curiously as he got to see Cor naked for the first time. His cock wasn't unusually long, but it was very thick. Noctis's stomach squirmed a bit at the prospect of taking that much in his mouth and ass. He did like the heavy, hot feeling of it nestled against his clothed ass. Noctis slipped down his own sweatpants and undulated against Cor, making Cor's dick rub into the crevice of his ass.
Noctis leaned down and kissed Cor, swept his tongue over Cor's lips. At first Cor just let him take the lead without responding much. But once Noctis pushed his tongue between his lips, Cor let his mouth fall open, and turned their kiss messy and open-mouthed. All tongue at one point, and their bodies rocking together. Noctis still had a grip on Cor's wrists, now using it to anchor himself. When he pulled away his mouth tingled pleasantly. He recalled the script and what he was supposed to be getting on with.
Noctis tried to make his movements look sinuous and cat-like, as he turned and repositioned himself back-to-front above Cor, with his spine dipped and his ass in the air. The camera followed him steadily while he took Cor's dick in one hand, and gave him a few long strokes. Noctis pressed his lips to the tip, where a bead of pre-cum was welling up at the slit. He lapped it up, looking like he savoured the taste, and then whimpered needily as he gave Cor a long lick from base to tip. He heard Cor hiss in the background, and smirked.
He worked the shaft over with his tongue, and sucked the head into his mouth, moaning around it. Cor's cock twitched at the sound, and a rumble sounded deep in his throat. Cor slid his hands up Noctis's spread thighs and grabbed his ass. The way Cor's broad, warm palms cupped and kneaded him made Noctis moan with more genuine lust. He fondled Cor's balls, and then focused on taking more of Cor's dick into his mouth. He took the first few inches with ease, but trying to reach the base triggered his gag reflex. That was fine. It was part of the appeal for viewers to see him choking and drooling on a thick cock. Noctis coughed and his throat spasmed, tears brimming at the corners of his eyes.
After filming enough of Noctis trying to deep-throat Cor, the director called for a change of focus. Since they were in this position, Noctis wasn't supposed to be doing all the work anyway. Noctis gratefully accepted the opportunity to catch his breath.
Cor kissed each of Noctis's ass-cheeks, before pulling them apart and just getting right in there with his mouth.
"Fuck…" Noctis groaned, a shiver running through him.
Cor's stubble was distractingly scratchy at first, but he also liked it. It was still only his second time experiencing getting eaten out. Clients had to keep their mouth away from his junk, so even if they requested a 69 position, they could only look and grope while Noctis blew them. So despite feeling a little dirty about it before, getting rimmed was definitely rising on his likes list.
Cor lapped at his tight pucker, soaking it with his spit, and working a finger in alongside his tongue. He caressed Noctis's inner walls, working over his sweet spot so good Noctis was panting. As he fingered Noctis, Cor leaned in to kiss Noctis's ass-cheeks again, licked and sucking the smooth skin.
When he pulled his finger out, Cor pressed at Noctis's fluttering asshole, giving open-mouthed kisses, and then driving his tongue deeper. Noctis moaned, rubbing his cheek against Cor's dick and abs.
He couldn't help wondering if Cor had ever done this for Ignis; if Ignis enjoyed getting his ass tongue-fucked; how good Ignis would look riding someone's face and loving it; what he'd look and sound like in private, not for the camera…
Noctis mentally slapped himself. Focus. The director was ready to take a transition shot, and moved around to Noctis's head again. On cue, Noctis closed his lips around Cor's dick and sucked him sloppily, as if he'd been going the whole time Cor was rimming him. During editing the perspectives were probably going to be switched more regularly. Their height difference meant that Noctis had to move a little back or forwards, depending on which side the camera was focusing on. Though in some ways the height difference was good, because it was easier to get Cor's dick in his mouth while Cor's face was buried against his ass.
Noctis let him go with a slurp, and sat up. "Want you... I don't care if he finds out."
Cor sat up as well, and cupped Noctis's face, rubbing his thumb over Noctis's shiny lips. "I'm not complaining, your Highness."
"Good. I want you to fuck me hard. Now carry me to the shower," Noctis said, wrapping his arms around Cor's neck.
The shower scene really was next. Though they didn't film any carrying, since Cor and Noctis were already naked and viewers would just want to see them continue without interruption. They did add in some more kissing. Taking care to capture the differences in their builds and height, the director had them leaning against the shower wall as they surged against each other.
Then Noctis turned, hands against the tile, and arched into the slide of Cor's hands lathering soap over his back and ass. Noctis slicked his wet hair back and let the water run over his face suggestively. Although Noctis was matched up with three very fit and sexy guys for this video, the focal point was still letting viewer's ogle the prince's body; so the camera drank him in from head to toe, while Cor continued to run his hands and mouth all over him. Noctis hadn't expected such a drawn-out sensual interlude, but they seemed to be rolling with it because it looked good. It felt really good too, to have Cor's large gentle hands roaming over his wet body.
It had to come to an end though.
"Come on, Marshal. Give it to me already. Need to feel that meaty cock fucking me open just right," Noctis purred. He nipped at Cor's stubbly chin, and wrapped a hand around his dick. His pulse jumped suddenly. Cor felt so thick, twitching in his hold. Noctis swallowed hard, part anticipation, part nerves.
"Your Highness…" Cor said, low and rumbly. His hands squeezed at Noctis's hips, and then Noctis turned in his grip and bent forward, offering up his ass.
At this point, the director explained how he wanted Cor to pretend to penetrate Noctis, so that it would look like Cor just pushed into him after Noctis presented his ass. It would add to the fantasy that the slutty prince could just take it, and take it bareback.
The camera took an angle that would focus on their faces, especially Noctis's. As Cor held his hips and slowly pushed forward until their bodies were flush, Noctis squeezed his eyes shut, let his mouth fall open, and moaned breathily. He gave a squirm of his hips, and Cor also tensed and groaned.
"Gods, you're so tight and perfect for me… Highness."
They cut for prep. Noctis fingered a whole lot of lube up his ass along with four fingers, but he was still a bit worried. Apart from Cor's size, Noctis wasn't exactly used to anal sex yet. Cor had put on a condom, and was watching him with a frown.
"Hey, you're not looking too comfortable there. You want a hand with that?" Cor asked.
Noctis grimaced and blushed. "Um, yeah. If you don't mind…. Thanks."
Cor shrugged, gave him a little smile, and then reached for the lube. His fingers were quite a bit bigger than Noctis's as well, and Noctis appreciated the extra prep. Cor continued to open him up gently, caressing him with his other hand. Noctis relaxed into the sensation of being so stretched. He only felt a little discomfort when Cor slowly sank into him. Cor seemed used to easing his partner into taking his cock, and continued to rub soothingly at the small of Noctis's back. Noctis was quite sensitive there, and the caresses made fresh heat rise to his skin. He moaned softly, and rose to his toes to make the remaining slide into him easier. Their height difference wasn't the most comfortable for doing this standing up. It probably looked comical as Noctis teetered onto his toes and Cor dropped his knees.
Filming resumed. This time taking angles that would show Noctis's ass getting stuffed; and Noctis tried to buck back against Cor like the slut he was supposed to be. His back felt a bit too tense, his ass a bit too full, but all that foreplay had helped. His skin felt hot and sensitive all over, even though still covered in droplets of water. Cor was so warm too. He enveloping Noctis in his big arms, holding Noctis against his chest, and almost lifting him off his toes. Noctis didn't doubt that Cor could lift him if he tried. This position wasn't good for it though.
They soon changed position to face each other. Cor hefted him up, looking surprised at how light Noctis was. Noctis clung on, wrapping his legs around Cor's hips. He wasn't used to getting so manhandled, let alone during sex. It was as disconcerting as it was thrilling. Besides, apart from the kissing, Noctis hadn't faced Cor much during filming, and now being held and fucked suddenly brought into focus how intimate it felt. Their faces were so close together their panting breaths mingled. Noctis could watch how Cor's intense gaze was mellowed by arousal, and he liked that touch of vulnerability. Cor was actually the one to glance away first. He nuzzled into Noctis's throat, and nipped the soft skin there. Not hard enough to mark, but the drag of teeth sent a shiver down Noctis's spine, and he tipped his head back wantonly.
Cor thrust into him a little harder, and Noctis winced. Being penetrated still didn't feel like something he'd seek out in private, and Noctis wondered if the intense pleasure during his first time with Ignis had been some sort of fluke. Or fanned by his attraction to Ignis. When he used toys on himself, and now with Cor, it felt okay—even pretty good sometimes—but he'd need to concentrate on jerking himself off for awhile to feel close to coming. Too bad for Noctis, he was meant to come during this scene, and they wouldn't want to film fifteen minutes of him fucking his fist.
When it was time, the director called for a break. It was actually quite common for crew to go on standby while a model needed time to get himself close to orgasm, or even needed some time to get hard enough to fuck. Cor gently set him down, and Noctis stood on wobbly legs. He ached after Cor slipped out of him. The assistants left the set, and the director and Cor gave Noctis some space.
Noctis leaned against the shower wall with his eyes closed, wrapped a slippery hand around his dick, and tried to think of something that would get him off quickly. A few well-worn scenarios popped into his thoughts, but with his ass still twinging it was difficult to focus on fantasies of a confident big titty older-sister type riding his dick like she owned it. Instead, his thoughts slid to an Ignis scene he'd re-watched recently. A cute young guy with dark hair was tied up and suspended in an elaborate web of rope bondage, and Ignis was just teasing him all over; then Ignis fucked him while he was hanging there, spread out and helpless, with no leverage and at the mercy of Ignis's speed and forcefulness. Ignis was fully in control. Whether taking it super slow and pulling out when the younger model whimpered in pleasure and squirmed his hips for more; or suddenly making him cry out with the force of several brutal trusts.
Noctis bit his lip and curled his toes on the cold tile. A flutter of lust ran through him at the memory of Ignis's fingers pressing into his hips, made his ass clench with want. Noctis exhaled shakily onto the back of his hand. He wasn't sure how much time had passed, but his dick was throbbing now, his balls tight and ready for release. Time to get back into the scene, before Noctis thought too hard about how his body reacted to thoughts of getting dominated and wrecked by Ignis. A few more strokes, and then he told the director he was ready to resume filming.
Cor had kept himself nice and hard, so there was only the problem of getting into position. For the climax, Cor was supposed to hold Noctis up from behind with both arms hooked under Noctis's knees, but it was pretty precarious. Noctis got as far as standing on one foot while Cor held his right leg up. All he could think about was how he as totally going to lose his balance, tip forward, and land right on his face. Cor got Noctis to lift his arms and wrap them around the back of his head.
"You'll be okay. I'm not letting you fall, kid," Cor said. His tone implied 'idiot,' but it was also kind of soothing.
An assistant helped lift Noctis's other leg into position, and then got Cor lined up to thrust into Noctis's ass again. Noctis gasped and tensed, but Cor had him. Part of his mind was thanking his regular yoga practice for not pulling a muscle or something. It wasn't bad to be in Cor's arms again though, totally relying on him, and trusting Cor not to drop him. Even more than when they were facing each other, Noctis felt put on display and filled so deep.
"Um, can you keep it slow until I ask you to go faster?" Noctis asked.
"Sure. Take it easy," Cor said against his ear.
"Thanks."
The director also didn't try to hurry Noctis. Parts of this would be edited out anyway to keep it shorter. Tentatively, Noctis dropped one hand from where he was holding onto Cor for balance, and wrapped it around his dick again. He did feel quite sensitive inside at this angle, and the pressure of Cor's cock against his sweet spot was nice. Noctis just focused on getting himself off without worrying about the camera.
His moans echoed loud in the tiled room, while the crew stayed hushed and still because the squeak of a shoe, or the dropping of a pen would've been picked up clearly.
Noctis's hips gave an involuntary shudder, and he gasped out for Cor to fuck him hard and fast. Cor responded right away, and Noctis yelped at the rush of sensation. Throwing his head back, Noctis pumped his fist over his cock furiously, and climaxed in gasping, whimpering convulsions, until his stomach and fingers were dripping with cum. Cor slowed down a bit while Noctis shuddered through the aftershocks, but stayed deep. Noctis made a show of running his fingers through the mess on his stomach and chest, and licked some of it up. He didn't particularly like tasting himself, but he knew it looked sexy. Then the camera got a nice shot of his gaping hole when Cor slipped out of him.
"Cut."
Cor slowly let Noctis down, and steadied him while he found his feet. Noctis was breathing hard and felt like he wanted to lie down.
"Thanks..." Noctis murmured, and then suddenly felt self-conscious about how his hands were on Cor's chest, cum-sticky and unintentionally pressing over his nipples; and Cor was still hard against Noctis's sticky stomach. They both knew that according to the script it would be awhile before Cor would get to come. Noctis's partners had bad luck this time around.
Noctis was getting a little rest from physically demanding scenes—the cover photo-shoot was next. Then they'd take a break for lunch, before starting on the car scenes.
Noctis quickly rinsed off, being careful not to soak his hair. It would need to be styled so that even while it was damp it would look like the prince's typical hairdo. An assistant helped out with that, and then Noctis got dressed in a school uniform shirt, loose tie, and briefs tangled around his ankle. Unfortunately, he then had to get doused with more water for the wet shirt look. The shoot took place in the same shower room, with Noctis lying back on the cold tiles with his legs tucked up, and his lube-shiny asshole on display. However, the photographer soon complained that the angle wasn't right when Noctis was flat on the floor, and the tiles were too reflective. So they moved to a room with a couch and big pillows.
At some point, the photographer got the idea to add Cor and Ignis (who'd decided to stick around), as floating dicks and hands in the frame. Noctis would've felt more into this situation if he wasn't shivering and uncomfortable in the wet uniform shirt. Two hot guys holding him down and stroking themselves had it's appeal though, especially since one of them was Ignis. Noctis had little trouble looking flushed and horny while Ignis's hand squeezed his thigh. Though he would've liked it much better if they hugged him between their bodies to warm him up. Thankfully, they finished up the photo-shoot in under an hour, and then Noctis got to take a hot shower and wrap up in a fluffy bathrobe.
Chapter 6
Summary:
More Cor, but this time with a side of Ignis. :)
Chapter Text
Lunch was delivered to the staff room by a nearby diner. Noctis sometimes went there by himself, or with Prompto, because the egg and chicken bowl was addictive. He got the same for lunch that day, and gratefully dug in. He noticed that Ignis ordered the grilled salmon bowl—another delicious choice.
Cor was fully dressed again. In black, because of the following scenes. Noctis could've gotten dressed as well, but the bathrobe was more comfy than a school uniform.
While they were eating, they got on the topic of the previous day's shoot. That it had been Prompto's first film appearance; that he was doing a photography course at the university of technology. And the topic of Noctis doing stuff on film with his best friend. He wanted to know how Ignis and Cor were feeling about the upcoming scenes, even though they weren't going to be directly involved with each other.
"Hmm, it could be awkward or uncomfortable, but... it's not entirely new territory for us," Ignis said.
"You could just say that we had sex a few times over the years," Cor put in.
Ignis shrugged. "I didn't know if you wanted to tell."
"Not like it's a secret." Cor looked at Noctis, who felt weirdly like he was being let in on a secret. It made Noctis nervous, but in a good way. Unfortunately, or fortunately, they didn't have time to sit around and chat.
They were filming the car scenes in the basement car-park of the company's office building. Noctis jogged towards the camera in rumpled uniform, school bag slung over his shoulder. Then Ignis, Noctis, and the cameraman climbed into the SUV being used as a royal vehicle. After the assistants finished adjusting for 'indoor' lighting and all that, Noctis got out again so that his entrance could be filmed.
Panting lightly, Noctis dropped into the back seat beside Ignis, and slumped against him.
"Sorry I'm late, Specs," Noctis said, not looking particularly sorry. "The Marshal made me stay late."
Ignis wrapped his arms around Noctis and nuzzled into his damp hair. "Is that right? I don't think you minded one bit." He slid a hand lower on Noctis's back and squeezed his ass. Noctis yelped softly and arched his back.
"Feeling sore, my dear prince?" Ignis asked. "I'm not surprised. The Immortal doesn't have a reputation for nothing."
Noctis sat back, his hands still on Ignis's shoulders, and pouted at that amused smirk.
"If you know, just say you know," he whined.
"I know," Ignis said, his smile growing wider. "Since the first time, I knew my beautiful, insatiable prince would never be satisfied by only one man."
Noctis huffed. "So you're not mad?"
Ignis arched an eyebrow. "Should I be?"
Noctis languidly leaned closer so their lips were almost touching. "Thought you might punish me for being such a slut."
Ignis laughed softly, caressed one hand up Noctis's neck and stroked his thumb over Noctis's jaw. "If you'd like to be punished... but I love you as you are, my slutty little prince."
They kissed slowly, tongues delving into each other's mouths. And then Ignis drew back and asked, "Did the Marshal satisfy you, Highness?"
"Mmmm, yeah. But when you called I had to dash."
Ignis chuckled. "Don't tell me you ran off and left the Marshal hanging?"
"I was already late! And you'd messaged me about five times, so..."
"Haha, my apologies. Should I call him right now so you can apologize to him properly?"
"Huh? Right now?!"
Ignis slipped a hand down the back of Noctis's trousers, over his underwear, but Noctis acted like Ignis had penetrated him, and moaned breathily.
"Mmm, still open and ready and wet. I'd say it's a perfect time to make it up to both of us," Ignis said between kisses.
Noctis moaned and rolled his hips. His ass gave a shiver feeling Ignis's fingers so close, and Noctis's skin was heating up again in no time.
The camera angle had been changed a few times while they went trough this scene more than once, but that was the gist of the conversation.
Then the cameraman got out of the car, and took some voyeuristic shots through the windows. Ignis pretended to use his smartphone to call Cor. It took some technical skill and lighting to make those shots work without catching unwanted reflections, but all Noctis had to focus on was getting into Ignis's pants. That's all he really wanted right then anyway. He liked that in this scene he was supposed to take a forward approach with Ignis. Noctis drew him into another deep kiss while running a hand up Ignis's thigh.
It was exciting to get to take the lead a bit, being forward and tempting. It was fun to play that type of role because he enjoyed feeling sexy in front of Ignis and 'seducing' him for the scene. As himself, in real life, Noctis would've felt awkward and worried about how Ignis really felt about him. As the prince, he was assured of being desired, and loved, by this man.
Noctis's tiredness was over-run by desire. He traced the shape of Ignis's hardening cock through his trousers, then drew him out and stroked him teasingly. He loved the feeling of Ignis in his hand, the heat and increasing heaviness, caressing him from base to tip. Ignis licked his lips, and Noctis caught a glimpse of his eyelashes twitching behind the dark glasses. Noctis was kind of sore, but he was throbbing with heat and wishing they had an excuse to fuck. He wanted to feel that again—Ignis pressed against him, moving inside him, both of them pushed to the edge with pleasure. Noctis moaned softly against Ignis's neck, and Ignis leaned down to kiss him again.
Then it was time to film Cor's arrival. He was dressed in a black casual outfit similar to the real Marshal's Crownsguard fatigues. It looked good on him, the jacket showing off the broadness of his shoulders; and the v-neck shirt giving a peek of his collarbones and the rise of his strong chest.
When the door opened, Noctis scooted even closer to Ignis to make room for Cor on the backseat. The SUV had a decent amount of space, but neither Cor now Ignis were small guys. Noctis wondered if this would actually work for a sex scene, or just feel and look uncomfortable.
"Glad you could make it, sir," Ignis said to Cor. "His Highness regrets his earlier actions, and would like to apologize."
"Hm," Cor grumbled, arms crossed.
Noctis draped himself to Cor's side, and pressed a light kiss to his stubbly jaw. "Sorry I ran out on you after I came. It was amazing and I wanna make it up to you. Please let me make it good for you..."
He turned Cor's face into a proper kiss, and Cor slowly relaxed his arms, and wrapped them around Noctis's waist. While standing by, Cor had already gotten himself hard again. Noctis pulled him out of the front of his trousers, again a bit awed and nervous at how thick and hard Cor's cock felt. Cor took off Noctis's school tie and unbuttoned his white uniform shirt, and Noctis toed off his school loafers. Then he shoved down his trousers and underwear, but left them tangled around one ankle. The director called for an external shot of Noctis climbing over Cor's lap and getting into position like he was about to ride him. Cor's heated flesh brushed bare between Noctis's ass-cheeks, and Noctis shivered with arousal.
They cut for prep as usual. Noctis fingered himself a bit, feeling tender inside, but not so bad that it would be painful to take Cor's dick again.
"You all right?" Cor asked after he'd put on a condom and was waiting for Noctis.
"Yeah, I'm good. Know what to expect now, Mr. Big." Noctis smirked, and Cor looked almost bashful. Ignis snorted quietly in the background.
Noctis wiped his fingers on some tissues, and then got into position. The cameraman was in the front seat of the car, getting a good angle as Noctis sank down on Cor. Cor had his hands around Noctis's waist, helping him to not drop his weight too fast. Still, Noctis wasn't exaggerating the tremors and helpless noises as he was completely filled again.
Ignis couldn't see him, but he could hear and imagine. Vaguely Noctis wondered what he thought about this—watching his best friend fuck someone, even if it was for work. After that revelation at lunch (which hadn't really surprised Noctis), he wondered if they'd ever done something similar together. He couldn't tell if Ignis was into this, because he was just stroking himself slowly and looking turned on like he was supposed to for the scene. For Noctis it was a kind of guilty pleasure. He really wanted to do another scene only with Ignis, but he was also getting off on being fucked in front of him.
After awhile of sitting on his lap, with Cor holding Noctis's legs apart and thrusting up into him, they changed to kneeling on the seat, so Noctis could reach Ignis. This position was definitely less comfortable. Apparently it looked best from outside Ignis's window, looking down on Noctis mouthing at Ignis's dick while Cor pounded him from behind. The director soon got them to change to sitting again, this time with Noctis's back to the camera. It would give a clear view of how his back arched and his ass bounced, while he whimpered to be fucked harder and to be filled. As much as the 'slutty prince gets a big messy creampie' fantasy was there, it wasn't going to happen today.
For the finale, Cor was holding him kind of bridal style on his lap and fucking between Noctis's thighs. Noctis didn't really have any leverage in this position, wasn't really getting physical pleasure from it either; truthfully it turned him on to just be held and used for the Marshal's—Cor's—gratification. He clung around Cor's neck, squeezing his thighs around the slippery hot length of Cor's cock, while Cor fucked them like a fleshlight. Soon Cor was gasping and coming, his arms tensing almost painfully around Noctis's legs and shoulders. The camera captured it closely. Once Cor relaxed his hold, Noctis held his own balls and half-hard dick out of the way to give focus to his smooth thighs dripping with a thick load of cum.
They wrapped the scene up with Cor taking a possessive grip on Noctis's jaw and kissing him hard.
"I've still got work to do at the palace tonight, but I'll be seeing you again soon, Highness," Cor rumbled.
"Count on it," Noctis purred.
Cor extricated himself to climb out of the car, and Noctis sighed dreamily for the camera after the door slammed. Then he got to clean up a bit. That was the end of Cor's scenes for today, but he'd be sticking around until Ignis was finished.
So then Ignis and Noctis were alone. To Noctis's surprise, Ignis kissed him possessively, and he couldn't remember if that was in the script. Noctis kissed back hungrily, running fingers into the soft hair at the back of Ignis's head and thoroughly wanting to tousle his that sleek pompadour. The director didn't seem to mind, until their kissing and groping went on too long and he gently reminded them that this was supposed to be a blowjob scene. There was some tittering from the crew, and Ignis looked rather embarrassed. Noctis couldn't help chuckling over the situation. He did however get to work on making Ignis come on his face.
Noctis was feeling pretty calm, if a bit giddy from all that kissing. Most of it was probably fatigue lowering his ability to care about nerves. He'd been looking forward to this scene with Ignis—Ignis's hand burying into his hair; his lips stretched around Ignis's cock. He took it eagerly, stretching out his tongue to lick at the shaft, and was rewarded by a loud groan from Ignis.
It was rather satisfying that Ignis seemed to already be on the edge. Ignis tightened his grip in Noctis's hair and thrust up into his mouth harder; Noctis relaxed his throat to accept him. Moaning against the hard flesh filling him, even as he choked a little around it, Noctis felt his own cock throb. Ignis gasped that he was about to come, and Noctis gave him a last hard suck before slipping off, and used his hand instead to bring him off. Come spilled across Noctis's face, coating his cheeks and chin, and dripping over his swollen lips. He groaned at the thought of being filled with Ignis's cum, of being marked and claimed. Noctis licked his lips, and then he dipped his head to gently take Ignis's cock into his mouth again, hungry for every last drop.
While Noctis licked him clean, Ignis petted him and murmured how good he was. Noctis basked in the praise and Ignis's lazy touches; he was buzzing with arousal. The script didn't call for him to get off though. He didn't really fancy jerking off in the shower at work, but he might make an exception this time. When he got home he'd probably just want to eat and sleep.
The scene faded out on Noctis's messy face.
"Cut!" The director let out a low whistle. "Your look in that last shot was pure seduction, Noctis."
Noctis blushed hard, burying his face in a towel. He'd just been turned on knowing that he made Ignis feel good. He'd been so caught up he hadn't even been trying to make it look sexy. Ignis's aroused noises and his trembling fingers had been the best praise.
Ignis was still caressing the back of his neck, and Noctis felt kind of self-conscious about it now that they weren't filming, but he didn't want to move. Eventually they did have to get out of the car. There was some awkward fumbling, and they laughed about it, falling against each other. Ignis supported Noctis while he tried to untangle his underwear and trousers, and put them back on.
Noctis went to shower, while Ignis drank his coffee and Cor kept him company. When he was alone Noctis couldn't stop grinning. He was daydreaming, wrapped up in this bubbly mood and the affection he'd felt from Ignis. He hurried to wash, and then quickly dressed in his street clothes. The rest of his things were still in the staff room, and hopefully Ignis would be there too because Noctis wanted to say goodbye. Of course they still had another day of filming, but considering how rarely they met, Noctis didn't want to miss an opportunity.
Confronted with Cor's level gaze, Noctis was ready to get chewed out about something. But Cor stayed silent, perfectly comfortable leaving everything unsaid while Noctis imagined the worst. Then he said, "You're coming out to dinner with us tomorrow."
"I-I am?"
"Yeah. Celebrate the end of filming and all that. Heard the crew isn't doing anything because they're always too busy this time of year. That assistant kid wouldn't shut up about it. So—you, me, Ignis, dinner."
"Uh, sure. I'd like that." Noctis smiled at Cor's grumpy look. Then he remembered his promise to Prompto. "Oh! I know this is kind of weird, but can my friend Prompto come too? He's been bugging me about meeting you."
Cor frowned and then raised an eyebrow. "No idea why the hell he'd want to meet me, but sure, knock yourself out, kid. "
"Thanks."
"Then it's a date," Ignis said rather smugly, that sexy little smile gracing his lips.