A Midsummer Night's Fetish

The Dream

While Noctis, being the self-professed "diligent teacher" that he was, was already at school and ready to teach, Prompto was far from even being awake. In fact, during his slumber, he was engaging in...quite the saucy dream. After the events of yesterday, Prompto couldn't help it - the only thing that persisted in his mind was Noctis. So he was less than surprised when he appeared in his dreams.

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As his eyes drifted open, they were filled with Noctis' smirking visage.

"Oh? Finally awake? You sleep like a damn rock, Prompto. It's annoying. I tried to wake you up, but all you did was snore in my face. I'll add some extra spankings to today's schedule for being so naughty. But it's not much a punishment for you, is it? You like that shit." Noct's voice was filled with venom, and honestly caused Prompto to quiver a little.

He'd been a lucid dreamer since he was young — so he knew that this was a dream, and would take complete advantage of that fact. Sure, his long list of kinks were embarssing in person, but...in a dream like this, he could fully indulge.

"O-Oh, really? Sorry, Professor. I'll wake up sooner next time." Prompto reached up to caress the face that was so close to his own, only to be met with resistance.

"Hah! Were you stupid enough to assume that I wouldn't tie you up? I don't want you running off on me." Noctis replied with disdain, narrowing those cold chips of ice he called eyes in Prompto's direction. Damnit, Dream-Noctis was cold! Cold, but...fucking hot. Due to his complete lack of clothing, all of those amazing tattoos Noctis bore were completely on display — that, and his...quite well-endowed cock.

Though Noctis wasn't alone in his nude escapade — Prompto had been completely stripped as well. And, as per one of his many kinks, looked over to catch a glimpse of his arms tied to the bed frame behind him. Holy shit...just the sight of Noctis caused him to leak pre.

Of course, that didn't go unnoticed by Noctis, who sighed and began rummaging in the drawer beside him. "Leaky boy, aren't you? You should know by now that there's no way you're going to cum on my watch. At least, not unless it's on my terms." Was that...? It was! Prompto wouldn't have been surprised if he was drooling, for before his eyes was a coveted cock ring. As much as he loved sadistic things like edging, nothing made him more excited than flat-out denial of his climax. The ring was a little tight, but that only made it all the better as Prompto whined for his release that he wished would never come. "N-Noctis, please...I've been a good boy, I promise."

Not long after his sentence was uttered, he felt a harsh smack against his chest. A...whip? That was new. Normally he just preferred hands. The frown on his face must have conveyed this to Dream-Noctis, as he was soon loosening Prompto's restraints to get the necessary angle for his next 'punishment'. Now that the bed frame was less-than-optimal, Noctis opted for securing Prompto's quivering hands behind his back with a sturdy rope.

"Oi, slut. You know what I like to be called. Wanna run that by me again?" Fucking hell. Not only was Noctis busting out the name-calling, but now his wrists were burning oh so pleasantly against the ropes? He hoped this dream would never end. As per Noctis' request, Prompto gulped and spoke again. "D-Daddy...I've been a good boy. Please give me what I want."

In all honesty, Prompto had originally found the concept of calling his lover 'daddy' detestable. But the more porn he watched, the more the idea seemed to grow on him, until he was repeating it in his dreams. Now that, combined with his affinity for dirty talk, was enough to make him climax right then and there. But due to the cock ring, things wouldn't be so cut and dry.

Noctis, now satisfied, laid a rewarding spank to Prompto's waiting ass. As expected, he squealed with excitement, then wagged again as if to request more. No way that was happening, though — he had to be deprived.

Since this was still his dream after all, Prompto knew exactly what Noctis was waiting for — voyeurism. It was another new kink of his, one that had blossomed completely thanks to Noctis, and he found himself infuriated that he hadn't even thought to engage in it until just now. That aside, though, Prompto wasted no time scrambling to his knees and rubbing his still-leaking cock against the bed. It was only a dream, after all — dream-laundry wouldn't be much of an issue. He began to slow these ministrations as soon as Noctis' hand was clasped onto his own dick, but the dirty look he received in response was an indicator to continue. They'd masturbate at the sight of the other masturbating...holy shit. There were definitely worse things to dream about, but this was entirely new to him.

As a compromise, Noctis cut the ropes free of Prompto's forearms, then placed his hand right back onto his dick. "Well? Don't keep me waiting." It was less of a suggestion and more of a command; but Prompto wasn't nearly considering to disobey. He quickly assumed his absolute favorite position.

One hand roughly rolled his right nipple, while his free one traveled south to plunge a finger into his tight ass. Fuuuuuck; even in a dream, this was irresistible. He was so caught up in lust that he didn't even remember the presence of the cock ring until it denied his orgasm.

"Oh, come on. That's nothing, Prompto. Now...give 'daddy' something he'll really want to get off to."

Unfortunately, his request would never be met. For as soon as he drew his next breath, Prompto found himself writhing in bed with soiled sheets — again. Dream-laundry wasn't an issue, but real-life laundry was all too obnoxious.

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I've been in a smutty mood lately, so here. Idk man. This is actually my first time publishing any smut of mine so I hope it's not too bad. It probably is. I'm sorry sksksksksk.