Author Notes: I am going to stop here, because it seems that no one is actually interested in this. Maybe I should just stick with the gay sex, haha.

Cindy's laugh was light against Prompto's face as Prompto lifted her up, helping to remove the pink bra. Gladio was behind them, carefully removing his own jacket, laying it on top of a nearby chair. They both stopped to watch Gladio as he slid his boots off. There was something incredibly erotic about watching the way Gladio bent over, the leather of his pants perfectly sculpting his ass.

"Good show," Cindy murmured against Prompto's mouth. "I'm a little green with envy, you get ta see that whenever you want."

"I know I'm hot," Gladio laughed as he pulled off his socks, then turned back to the two on the bed.

Prompto smiled up at his lover and allowed himself a moment to truly take in all that was Gladio. From the scars scattered across his chest like a puzzle down to the wings of his tattoo, across the tanned skin and the barely-noticeable dots that Prompto knew were from a rather bad case of Chocobo-pox Gladio had caught when he was nineteen. Oh, man…. How miserable Gladio had been for two weeks while he was scratching off his skin… And yet, each little dot reminded Prompto that Gladio was human and perfectly imperfect.

The hottest thing about Gladio wasn't his looks; it was all in his confidence, that swagger that made men and women stare.

And he had so captured Prompto…. And he loved every minute of it.

It also seemed to have caught Cindy's eye.

"Can't say otherwise," Prompto said. "You'd know I would be lying."

"Damn straight."

"C'mere, Gladio… I think it's not fair. You still have your pants on." Cindy pulled away from Prompto and laid down across her bed. Prompto watched her soft skin ripple as she stretched her arms above her head.

"Shh, we'll get there."

Prompto hoped so.

"Did you remember to get the condoms?" Cindy turned to Gladio, who tapped his pocket.

"Just like you asked."

Prompto watched as Gladio pulled out the small cardboard box, tossing them over to Prompto. "We don't need any chocobo butt babies running around, now do we?"

He… he had been so excited, so entranced by Cindy's parted mouth and open legs that the thought had completely escaped him. After having spent so much time with Gladio, who hadn't used a condom since they went exclusive, he had completely forgotten. Oh, sweet Six…

But Cindy didn't seem in any way offended, instead tossing her head to the side, laughing. "Oh, darlin', don't you worry your pretty head. Gladio said you'd be a lil' eager." She smiled again, wide-mouthed and wide-eyes. "An' there ain't no problems with that."

Prompto dug his toes into the rug below and rested his fingers on his thighs. "Sorry."

"Nope, no apologizing here." Gladio came up behind him and wrapped his arms around his waist, pulling him close. He rested his chin on Prompto's head, letting his fingers play at the soft skin at the base of his spine. It sent shivers rolling up Prompto's back. His stomach seemed to roll with that touch. "I want you to enjoy this, Prom. Just…. Don't let anything stop you from enjoying this. Okay?"

Prompto pulled away, leaning up to press their lips together. He wrapped his arms around his lover, making sure to allow his fingers to run through Gladio's dark hair. The man's scruff rubbed against his face, so different than Cindy's peachy soft cheeks. It was so different than a woman, but Prompto so desperately loved it, loved him.

"Thank you, Gladio."

Gladio smiled against his mouth and reached around to grab Prompto's hands, pulling them up to rest his lips against his knuckles. "No thanking me. We haven't even gotten started yet."

Gladio pulled Prompto's hands away from his mouth and instead slid them down his chest. Prompto allowed his nails to drag against his lover's chest and down to his pants, taking pleasure in the sound of his zipper sliding down.

"No boxers?" Prompto snickered.

"Didn't think I needed them."

"Good idea."

A small cough pulled Prompto's attention away from Gladio.

"Sweet Six, now I'm definitely greener than a pea." Cindy leaned up on her elbows a little. Her green eyes traveled to Gladio's half-hard cock.

For a moment Prompto felt a little…. There wasn't really a word for it. It wasn't jealousy—maybe it was inadequacy. He knew the kind of man his lover was, knew that his body was so much more buff, his cock so much bigger, his ass so much more sculpted. And Gladio knew it, was so confident in it and Prompto really did love it. And Prompto didn't have that.

But then Cindy turned to look at him, her eyes lidded, lips open, and Prompto realized that she was looking at him, staring at Prompto and his chicken thighs and the stripes across his stomach from when he was younger. And her eyes were wide, hungry, and she reached out for him.

"Come on up, Prompto."

He felt a hand ghost against his shoulders. "No more leaving the lady waiting."

Prompto reached out and accepted her hand, letting their fingers come together for a moment before he leaned down and kissed her, feeling her wet, slick hair rub against his stomach.

Cindy moaned and wrapped her left leg around him and under his ass, pulling Prompto closer. She grinded her wet pussy against him again, letting out a few soft, sweet moans.

Prompto could feel his cock get harder, so much harder, as she began to slowly roll her hips in a circle, her leg pulling him closer at every rotation. A few times the tip of his cock brushed against her ass, making him want more. He wanted so much more.

"Oh, darlin'," Cindy groaned against his mouth. "I…" It was amazing how breathy she sounded, and Prompto had to pull himself away from her mouth, lest he come entirely undone.

Prompto placed his fingers against the slick spot on his stomach and rubbed it, then slowly lifted those fingers to his mouth. He heard a popping sound and turned to see Gladio was busying himself with a bottle of lube.

One look into Gladio's eyes told him exactly what his lover wanted, so Prompto allowed a devilsh smile to cross his face. "Gotcha." He blew a kiss and wink at Gladio and slowly slid onto his belly, bringing himself down to nuzzle at Cindy's curls.

"Good boy, " Cindy whispered as he rubbed his hands against her clit, spreading her lips open. He could see that sweet, swollen nub and took it again into his mouth, licking and sucking.

"Get on your knees."

Prompto did as he was told as he paid attention to the way Cindy's hands massaged his hair, at the little keeling sounds she made, at the way her pussy trembled when he pushed his tongue down. He could feel Gladio's hands on him, too; it was driving him wild how Gladio's fingers circled his hole. His knees were trembling below him, the only thing keeping him from falling was Gladio's hand under him and Cindy's fingers in his hair.

The more Gladio played with him the harder he became with Cindy, until finally her hands knotted at the base of his hair and she bucked her hips forward. Strangled cry erupted through the room, and Prompto now could feel Gladio's fingers inside him, spreading him wide.

He continued his ministrations until Cindy rode through her orgasm, letting go of his hair when she was spent. Prompto's cock was hard, aching and pulsing against his stomach, and Gladio's hand on his stomach and the other inside of him was driving him wild. He rested his head against her stomach and stared up, allowing Gladio to continue on.

Gladio's fingers inside of him, curling and twisting, made Prompto gasp for air; everything about this made him feel like he was under water, only able to come up for a moment at a time; there wasn't enough for him to get his bearings/

"Be careful, now. You might make him come righ' now." Cindy's voice pulled Prompto's attention away from the long, thick fingers inside of him. "Let him breathe."

Gladio pulled out his fingers and it took far too much willpower not to allow himself to let go and fall to his stomach. Instead he allowed Cindy's warm skin to calm him down as he heard the crinkle of something and then Gladio's hand was on his cock, gently sliding down a condom.

"Think you're ready?" Gladio asked as he pulled at the base, making sure the condom was snug against Prompto.

"Y—yeah," Prompto said as he pushed himself up. "You okay, Cindy?"

Cindy smiled brightly. "You betcha," she replied. "Gotta say, never expected this ta happen."

"Yeah, neither did he."

Prompto rolled his eyes, but leaned forward and kissed Cindy's mouth sloppily, letting his hand trace up her side. It was still so strange not to meet hair again her cheeks, but it was nice. So soft, so feminine. He allowed his mouth to travel back down to her breast, letting the arm he wasn't leaning on to play with her nipple. Both hardened and tightened, and she let out the smallest of sigh, back arching.

He pulled his mouth away, continuing to roll her other nipple between his fingers.

Gladio leaned over and grabbed a few pillows, telling Prompto to grab and lift up Cindy. She helped move herself into position, her body raised up, legs bent, as Prompto mentally prepared himself. He wanted to remember every curve of her body, every muscle, the beautiful distortion of the colors between her legs and her calves.

When he felt Gladio's cock against him he allowed himself to lean back and savor that sensation. He felt the head gently pressing against him as Gladio slowly slid himself inside, gentle thrusts until he was balls deep in him. Only then did Prompto allow his painfully hard cock slip inside of Cindy. He wanted to close his eyes and just feel the sensation of her and Gladio, that exquisite torture as he was filled and filled.

It took more willpower than Prompto would ever admit to just come right there, to allow his body to give one, two, three thrusts and for their night to be over. Instead of allowing that, he reached down between his legs and wrapped his hand around his balls, biting down on his lip to stop himself.

"Is it too much?" Cindy asked, and Prompto nodded. "Don't worry tha' sweet head a' yours. We'll go slow, just take your time."

Prompto felt Cindy's pussy ease around him as she took in a few deep breathes, trying her best to calm her own body to stop it from pulsing around his eager cock.

"You want me to pull out?" Gladio murmured against his shoulder.

"You want me to punch you?"

Gladio laughed, his scruffy beard scratching his shoulder. "Noted."

Cindy laughed and Prompto tensed as she tightened around him. He tried not to gasp.

"Oh, sorry." She took in a deep breath and closed her eyes to ground herself. Prompto understood exactly how she felt. "Just take your time. Gladio and I are gunna talk about something. Uh. Did you and the prince get those headlights I asked for?"

"Not yet. Planning on heading out tomorrow."

"Probably best ta wait 'til the day after; hear there's a storm blowin' in an' I'm planning on waxing that beauty after the rain."

Prompto listened to the two ramble for another minute or so until Prompto tightened his ass around Gladio. He gave a short, experimental thrust into Cindy, whose comment about the Regalia turned into a surprised moan.

Prompto let go of his balls, careful not to bring too much stimulation to himself as he thrust into Cindy again, this time allowing himself to pull out a little more and to go in a little deeper. Gladio didn't move, instead allowing Prompto to impale himself with every move.

It felt odd at first, and overwhelming. He reminded himself to breathe more than he had ever needed to before as he slowly pulled himself back and forth, fucking himself on Gladio as he fucked Cindy's wet pussy.

Their bodies together, slowly building up a rhythm made Prompto's thrusts deeper, and he knew he was doing something right when he slid hard inside of Cindy and she let out a strangled cry, her fingers digging deep into her bedding. The rushed moan followed by his name, a cry of "Prompto, Prom—oh," only made him more confident in his movements.

It was then as his hips went wild that he could feel Gladio behind him and Prompto lifted up his arms, knowing exactly what he needed.

Gladio reached his big arms under his, helping to hold Prompto up and allowing him to run his fingers through his lover's hair. Even unable to see him, Prompto could feel him, could feel everything about him, and added with Cindy's moaning and her bucking against him as he hit that spot inside her that drove her to screaming his name (and oh how beautiful his name sounded on her lips) he knew he wasn't going to last much longer.

He increased his speed, a surefire signal to both that he was getting ready, and yet when he felt Cindy tighten around him in a vice-like grip as he jolted forward he was still surprised by the sheer intensity of his orgasm. He could feel Gladio inside him, feel that his own ass was tightening to unbearable levels. With a few enthusiastic thrusts, Gladio was filling him.

This only made his own orgasm so much stronger, moving back and forth between the two feelings, like he was milking and being milked, their moans only driving him further in and out.

If his heart had exploded in his chest, Prompto wouldn't have been surprised.

He felt Gladio pull out from inside of him, felt his lover's warm seed spilling out just a little, and Prompto was careful to remove himself from Cindy, grabbing the condom by the base and pulling from inside her. The last thing he wanted was to leave her warm body, but he knew he had to.

"Sweet Shiva," Cindy laughed as Gladio pulled off and tied up the condom and tossed it into a nearby trashcan. Prompto allowed himself to lean over and kiss her, though he had to admit that he wasn't sure if the bottom half of his body was willing to cooperate with him.

"I think we fucked the language out of him," Gladio admitted as he pulled Prompto down, and Prompto allowed himself to fall at Cindy's side.

It was true; he could barely think, he could barely breathe. Instead, he simply allowed himself to gather his thoughts before saying what he hoped the others would understand.

"Can we…. Can we do that again?"

Cindy and Gladio laughed, and Prompto allow himself to laugh too as he felt both of their arms around him.

"I think it's gunna be a long night. I hope you got enough condoms, fellas."

Prompto hoped so, too.

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