A Midsummer Night's Fetish

Conquest's Beginning

Oh, hell. Tormenting the poor bastard was way too fun. Noctis had always known of his own sadistic ways, but this was a whole new level. He even felt a little bad for Prompto after today's "detention". I mean, dropping his grade to a thirty? For a teacher's pet like Prompto, it was probably devastating. But his guilt was quickly overshadowed by his devilish need to rip a shirt off of the innocent student. Considering his shy disposition, Prompto was almost definitely a virgin; which would only make conquering every part of him piece by piece even more enthralling. He would start with simple things like his hands or shoulders, then slowly reach is more...sensitive places. All he had to do was give him a certain kiss, a certain touch...a certain look, even. Then Prompto would submit whichever piece he requested willingly.

As an assassin, he had been classically trained in the art of seduction; and his ability definitely showcased itself. Due to his interest in this particular case, he even cancelled the assassin job he was supposed to be prioritizing. Of course, he had to forfeit his payment, which stung his ego and reputation like hell, but it would hopefully be worth it to get into Prompto's tight khakis.

And there was the first hurdle that needed clearing.

The kid's fashion taste was absolutely awful.

Noctis was no fashionista, that was for sure, but he didn't come to his college photography class dressed like a fucking five year old in Sunday School. Though he would admit the unintentional tightness of the khakis were welcomed, the baby blue polo shirts and dress shoes were definitely not. Hence, the flannel shirt quest. Later he would go on to request bigger and better things once he got the leverage; after all, his need for good boys gone bad needed to be quelled quite desperately.

When he returned home for the day, he tossed his keys onto the couch and whipped out Prompto's camera. Maybe it was a bit early and forward to do this, but he couldn't resist. If someone sent him nudes, it was only polite to send them some in return, was it not?

xxx

Maybe he went a bit overboard.

Just a little.

With over thirty different nude photos saved on Prompto's seemingly innocent camera, he anxiously waited for Prompto's class period to begin. For today, since it would be the first step of conquering Prompto, he had to make an impression. So he dressed in his best "bad boy but also hot young teacher" outfit, which was composed in about twenty seconds.

It consisted of a faded black blazer with no shirt, only buttoned twice to tease his many tattoos beneath. For pants, he wore jeans that were just a tad too tight. Shoes? Ah, kind of an afterthought. His worn-down Dollar Tree flip flops didn't really match his vibe. But what to top it all off? The triumphant return of his tongue piercing. After he had found it in his mess of a bathroom, of course. 

When he walked into class that day, it was an understatement to say all eyes were on him. More like all eyes were all over him.

"Sorry I'm late, class. Sure you guys don't mind much, though," he chuckled quietly, running a hand through his hair slyly. Ah, being a sex symbol was fun! Noctis sat down at his desk, kicking his feet up lazily. "As a bit of an apology for me being an ass yesterday, you guys can just do whatever you want today. I'm tired," Noctis lied, yawning before realizing that something was off. Prompto wasn't here.

The kid had perfect attendance; it was really unlike him to miss class. Just as he was about to come up with a new "punishment" for Prompto's absence, the blonde barreled into the room. "I'm so sorry I'm late!" He said, struggling to catch is breath.

Oh my God. It took everything he had to keep from laughing his ass off right then and there. It was obvious Prompto's mother had accompanied him on the flannel shopping venture. He was wearing a flannel, but it looked like it had been bought at the children's Gap. It was short sleeved and buttoned so tightly that Noctis was worried for his student's breathing capabilities.

"I-It's alright, I'll give you a pass this time," Noct said through insatiable giggles, causing Prompto to pout. While the rest of the class went on with their business of doing nothing, the blonde stomped up to Noctis' desk and pointed his finger accusingly. "You promised! I'm wearing your stupid shirt! Now give me the pictures back!" He whispered harshly, obviously trying to come off as threatening. However, rather than threatening, he came off as a cute little kitten with his fur ruffled. "And why are you dressed like that? You look like a thug!"

Before Noctis could reply with a quip, he felt his ego sting as the blonde mentioned his outfit. How was he not already under his spell? He had been an assassin for years, and not once had he failed in instantly seducing a target. He sat there for a few seconds, his cheeks a little red in embarrassment for his own failure. "Just...you still have detention, okay?" Noct muttered, buttoning his blazer in defeat. "And I never agreed to give you the pictures. I'm going to drag this out as long as I damn well please, kitten. Because as of now?" He snickered, having regained his confidence. Noctis couldn't resist sneakily slipping his tongue out to reveal that devilish piercing as he said, "you're mine to conquer."