A Midsummer Night's Fetish

Operation: Seduce the Virgin

So he wasn't attracted to bad boys. Or thugs, as he called it. As much of a punch in the gut that was, Noct could work around it. Maybe. 

It was obvious a shopping trip would need to happen between the two of them. Prompto's mom seemed to be intent on dressing him for every day of his life. Noctis had to find some way to convince Prompto to leave the comfort of the classroom with him. But how? Threatening his grade wouldn't do — using the same threat over and over again gets stale real fast. Damn, for a qualified assassin, Noctis sure was a fucking idiot when it came to planning ahead. He tended to just do rather than actually think.

Well, it was time to do what he did best. Seduce.

Unfortunately, the nude photos he'd taken would need to wait; operation seduce the virgin was now a-go. What it entailed, he had no idea. What are the kinks of a person who probably still thinks babies are brought from storks? This would probably be his most difficult job yet.

Lost in thought, he didn't even notice that class was over until his students began getting up to leave. Prompto desperately tried to camouflage himself within the crowd, but unfortunately for him, those khakis could be seen from space. 

"Ah, ah, ah. I wouldn't sneak away if I were you. Who knows? Your punishment could get worse," Noctis hummed cheekily, grabbing the blonde's collar and yanking him back towards him yet again. It was becoming a signature move.

"Ugh! You're impossible to please, you a-hole! I did exactly what you asked and you still won't give me my pictures back! What else do you need?!" He huffed, shrugging Noctis' hand off of him.

He said a-hole. Was he that innocent? He really couldn't let this guy slip away.

"I don't need anything. I want you," He replied in a sultry voice, grabbing Prompto's hand and placing it on his loosely-fitted blazer. Time to try out his many methods. Would this be a hit or miss?

Though Prompto's face lit up for a split second at the feeling of his hand on Noct's chest, he yanked himself away just as quickly. "S-So?! I don't care what you need or what you want! Why are you so insistent on hitting on me?"

Yikes, that was definitely a miss. Maybe beneath that cute exterior he was some kind of sadistic beast. If that was true, the two of them wouldn't have the best chemistry, but maybe he could make it work. "I'm trying to hit on you so that you hit on me, you idiot..." Noctis trailed off, forcing his cheeks to turn just a tad red. Ugh, he hated playing sub. But if that's what was necessary, he could do it. That didn't mean he'd enjoy it, though. "I just really, really, like you..."

"Why are you so weird?!" Prompto shouted, smacking Noctis' cheek.

Oh. Huh. Well that was unexpected. And also pissed him off.

The faux cuteness he had shown just seconds earlier faded away as he grabbed Prompto's wrist and pinned him against the wall. "Listen, you shit. I'm the predator, you're the prey," Noct growled, only tightening his grip on Prompto when he feebly attempted escape. "I always get what I want. And at the moment, that thing is you. So just shut up and obey, will you?"

He looked up at his self proclaimed prey, eyes still furious with rage, the sight he was greeted with was unexpected, to say the least.

It was as if Prompto's face had turned to jelly. His cheeks were red, his eyes a little watery, and his mouth lined in drool. In utter shock, Noctis looked down only to see a stain on the crotch of those khakis. Before he could utter out another word, he was met with a single phrase.

"...Mmh~ O-Okay Noctis..."

This innocent kid was a masochist.

It was an understatement to say that he was turned on.