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Sunglasses cover the crowned Prince of Lucis’ eyes, as he leaves the confines of the royal estate, walking towards the car that is waiting for him. The moon is at its midway point in the sky, not yet late enough to be called morning, but slowly creeping its way towards it. He opens the backdoor of the Regalia, and closes it with limited force. The partition is down, allowing him to see his driver, who is already heading down the driveway. He settles back in the backseat, finely tailored slacks hanging loose around his legs, his fingers going to unbutton the matching jacket he wears, exposing his vest and tie. Black on black on black. Perfect to blend in, which he needs to do, given that everyone knows exactly who he is.
“Where are we off to tonight, Mr. Caelum?” His driver asks, as they pull onto the highway.
Looking out at the city he’s meant to govern one day, he makes a fist with his left hand on his thigh. “Cauthess.”
“Very well. I’ll get you there in flash, Prince. We should be there in twenty, if traffic stays light.” The partition goes up, leaving Noctis to be alone with his thoughts.
He’s surprised his driver even has to ask, as he’s been taking him to the same place on this day for the past four weeks. Noctis keeps his eyes on the city, as they fly down the highway. He’s memorized this route, could take his own car out there if he wants, but having his driver take him makes it easier for him to not stick out as a sore thumb, as most of the people that visit Cauthess are all of his status - young playboys, with far too much money burning a hole in their pockets. What better way to burn through it than head to one of the most expensive pleasure clubs in the city of Insomnia.
The car pulls up to the modest establishment, a single sign above it that reads ‘Cauthess’ the only real indicator that something is there. The partition lowers, as his driver looks at him through the rearview mirror. “Shall I be back here at the usual time, sir?”
“Yes.” Noctis nods, and gets out of the car, buttoning his coat, as he walks up to the closed door.
A very large man stands guard at the door, the club’s resident bouncer. “Evening, sir.” The bouncer places his hand on the door, and pulls it open for him. “Welcome back, and enjoy your evening.”
“Thanks….Gladio?” He looks over at him, his eyes still covered by his sunglasses. The man nods, as Noctis pulls a twenty out of his pants pocket, and hands it to him. The bouncer, Gladio, bows his head towards him, then starts to close the door, as Noctis makes his way into the club.
“Good evenin’, Mr. Luke!” A perky blonde stands at a hostess stand, her lowcut dress showing all of her goods to the patrons that walk through the door. On his first visit to this establishment, he’d given his name as Mr. Luke, preferring to go by this than his real name. The staff knows just who he is - everyone that lives in Insomnia knows his face due to his royalty lineage, but they follow his request without ever making a mistake. He supposes that’s what he gets when he pays almost five grand to spend the evening here. “What can we help ya with this evenin’?”
“I was hoping to see Specs this evening. For the usual time.” He requests, the familiar rush of endorphins washing over him. He pulls his sunglasses off, and puts them in his jacket pocket. “Is he available?”
“I’ll check for ya. How’s about ya go and enjoy yourself some Mesmenir bourbon? Courtesy of Cauthess, of course.” She winks, batting her eyelashes at him.
Nodding his head, he heads over to the bar, and takes a seat off to the side where the bartender is standing. “Evening, Mr. Luke!” The freckled face kid smiles, and grabs a rocks glass from the shelf. “Your usual tonight?”
“Please.” He pulls his phone out, and turns it completely off, having forgotten to do it before entering the club. Cauthess has a strict policy of no cell phone usage, as all the clients that walk through the door prefer to conduct their business with no one else knowing, just as he wishes for himself.
The freckled kid puts the rocks glass down in front of him. “Double shot of Mesmenir. Did you need anything else?”
“No.” Reaching into his pocket, he puts two twenties down, knowing that the drink he’s being given is twice the cost of his generous tip. Cauthess definitely helps him spend his money without requiring too much.
He picks up the drink, and takes a long sip, the alcohol dulling his nerves a little. It’s been this way the last few visits - always worried that his favorite won’t be available for him. It had had happened one time - not that the man he’d gotten that night had been terrible or anything. No, it just hadn’t been him, so now, each time that he waits at the bar, it’s a game of who will be servicing him tonight. Noctis takes another long sip, leaning his forearms on the bar, as the seconds tick by.
“It’s a pleasure to see you again, Mr. Luke.” The voice he’s been looking forward to hearing sounds from behind him. “I apologize for not heading out sooner. I hope that you’ve been taken care of?”
Specs stands next to him - aquamarine eyes hide behind a pair of black plastic frame glasses that sit stylishly on his nose. Light chestnut hair is swept to the side, bangs pushed towards the right. He’s dressed in an elegant suit - by far the most pleasing to look at escort in Cauthess. “I have.” Picking up his drink, he takes another swallow, needing something to return moisture to his mouth.
“Allow me to take this for you?” Hands covered in black fingerless gloves reach for his bourbon, which Noctis allows the man to take. “Are you ready to head back now?”
Standing up gives his answer to his escort, who leads him out of the reception area, and leads him down a long hallway. They make a few turns, Noctis’ libido beginning to escalate, as they get closer to the room he knows is Specs’. His escort holds the door open for him, allowing him to enter the room first. It’s dimly lit with a small lamp that’s next to a queen mattress covered with black linens, and a dark grey comforter. If he looks up in the corner, he’ll see a black dome with a red light - always under the watch, in case a customer did something that the escort did not want. It gives him a little bit of a thrill, knowing that someone is watching them.
His bourbon is handed to him, allowing him to take another much needed sip. “What are your desires for tonight, Mr. Luke?” Specs asks, stepping to be behind him. His hands reach around Noctis’ waist, fingers unbuttoning his jacket. Fingers smooth down his vest, as Noctis feels his body responding to this man’s teasing touch.
“The usual.” He finishes his bourbon, handing his empty glass to his escort. He shrugs his jacket off, and hangs it up on the provided hook.
“Wonderful, sir.”
He takes off the rest of his clothes, and goes to lay on the bed, not ashamed by how turned on he already is. He watches Specs take off his gloves, and then rolls up his sleeves, thin arm garters resting on his biceps. He stands in front of a cabinet, and pulls out a black satin ribbon. Noctis’ heart pounds so loud in his ears, as he holds his arms out towards Specs, who wraps the satin around his wrists, making them secure in their bindings.
“Would you be interested in trying something new this evening, Mr. Luke?” Specs walks back over to the cabinet, as Noctis starts to adjust himself on the bed.
“Such as?”
A leather restraint is held up - not a full sized belt, making him wonder just what the man intends to do with it. “This.”
“Yes.” Noctis doesn’t allow himself to debate about it internally, and instead accepts his fate at the hands of a professional.
“Excellent choice.” Specs nods his head, pushing his glasses back up onto his nose. “If you please?” He sits down on the bed, and takes a hold of Noctis’ leg. “Should you become uncomfortable-”
“I know.” Noctis nods. “Tonberry.”
“Very good, Mr. Luke.”
The short belt is put around his bent right knee, forcing his leg to stay in its position. If he moves, the leather digs into his thigh, so he keeps it in its position. Specs guides his left knee to rest on the bed, opening him up completely to him. Noctis’ cock rubs against his stomach, pre-cum already leaking from the tip onto him. Pulling his glasses off, Specs sets them on the table next to the bed, and begins to pour lube onto his fingers.
Aquamarine eyes look at him, Noctis’ breath catching in his throat as he stares back at his escort. Specs places his lubed fingers down by his entrance, then turns his head downwards, as he pulls Noctis’ cock into his mouth. As Specs’ lips touch his thick flesh, his finger pushes into him, Noctis lifting his tied hands to be above him, pressing his face against his bicep as he moans loud. Instant gratification - that’s what he gets when he visits Cauthess, and Specs is the only one that seems to make it happen with just a simple touch.
Leather digs hard into his thigh, as he tries to unbend his knee. Instead, Specs pushes his left knee down further, as he pulls more of his cock into his mouth. Noctis whines low, rolling his hips a little, needing to feel more of Specs mouth on him. His escort obliges with the nonverbal request, his nose now resting against Noctis’ curls, his tongue swirling down his thickness.
“Aaah….” Noctis moans, arching up off the bed, as he feels his hole being stretched to its maximum. “F-Fuck….”
Specs starts to suck harder on him, pumping his fingers in further into his body. He feels like he’s going to split in two, as the man keeps teasing his cock, alternating between sucking and licking. The fingers that are buried deep within him make him ache to feel something more. Specs hums low, the rumble tickling his cock. He moans louder, words failing him, as he starts to writhe on the bed. Rough hands pin his knee and hip down, making it so he can’t move, which drives his desire up higher, as Specs works his mouth on Noctis’ cock, his fingers plunging into him.
White bleeds behind his eyes, as he starts to come. Fingers stop, but Specs keeps sucking on him, swallowing every last drop that leaks from the tip. He tugs on his wrists, the binding feeling far too good, bringing blood back into his cock. Specs pulls his fingers out, then wipes them clean before unbuckling the belt from his knee. Once it’s gone, Noctis stretches his leg out, groaning at how his muscles protest, but feeling good.
Rubber touches his mouth, carrying a hint of mint on it. Noctis accepts the gift from Specs, who helps him to get on his knees, so that he’s now eye level with his girthy cock. Noctis puts the condom on the tip of Specs’ cock, and uses his mouth to slide it all the way down to the base, the mint flavor lingering on his tongue. He bobs his head a few times, moaning low as he feels Specs put his hands on his head. He forces Noctis’ head back down, making him gag slightly, which only turns Noctis on more, as he sucks hard on Specs’ girth. His head is yanked back roughly, spittle clinging to his lip as Specs’ cock is pulled from his mouth.
“Spread yourself open for me.” Specs commands him. Raising his hands back above his head, Noctis takes care to spread his legs apart, lifting his hips up to give his escort exactly what he asks. “Good, Mr. Luke. Very good.”
The tip of his wrapped cock teases his entrance, Noctis watching as it slips into him. He moans, trying to pull his hands out of the restraint, but stops when he feels Specs place his hand around both of his wrists. He stares up at him, a soft wanton move leaving his throat, as he feels the man’s cock push all the way into him, giving to him what he’s been wanting all evening. Noctis stares into Specs eyes, as the man’s cock drives deep into him, far deeper than his fingers had been able to. A breathless moan leaves his mouth, as Specs hovers his lips over his, but never closes the gap - against the rules - which makes Noctis moan louder. This is the game he’s been dying for, that Specs seems to be the only one that can give him exactly what he wants.
His hand touches Noctis’ cock, which sends a jolt through his body at the intimate touch. Specs tightens the grip he has on Noctis’ wrists, as he slams his cock hard into him, while pumping his fist up and down. Noctis wraps his legs around Specs’ waist, the man thrusting deep into him, hitting him in just the right spot. Noctis screams in bliss, as he starts to come again, his eyes never wavering from Specs’ gaze, who stares right back at him.
Noctis drops his legs, as Specs yanks his cock out of him after a few more hard thrusts. He watches him pull the condom off of his cock, preparing himself for what he knows is about to happen. Needy moans start to leave his throat, as he watches Specs jerk himself off, and then closes his eyes in bliss, as he feels the warmth of Specs’ release begin to splatter his chest, and stomach. Opening his mouth, he groans as some shoots onto his face, a tiny bit landing on his waiting tongue. He swallows it, groaning low at how good it tastes, reveling in how he’s covered in the man’s thick fluid.
Completely spent, he rests his head against his upper arm, bending his elbows a little. The satin is removed from his wrists a few minutes later, and then tissue is dabbed all over his body. Noctis feels wonderful, like he’s lighter than air. It takes him a few minutes, but once all the blood starts to circulate through his body again, he sits up, and takes the offered bottle of water that Specs is holding out to him. He takes a few gulps, then hands it back to him, wiping his mouth off.
“Do you need assistance getting dressed?” Specs asks.
He shakes his head, and stands up, wobbling a little as his body tries to remember how to work properly after such a thorough fucking. “Thanks, Specs. That’s just what I needed.” He offers a smile to him, then starts to get dressed, moving a little slower than normal.
Specs escorts him back to the bar, where the freckled bartender pours a single shot of Mesmenir for him. Noctis reaches into his jacket pocket, and pulls out an envelope, handing it to him. Even though he’s already settled payment for the evening, he prefers to tip his escort in cash - a grand. “Guess I’ll see you soon, Specs.” He raises his glass up to him.
“I look forward to it, Mr. Luke. Do take care of yourself.” He bows his head, then heads to the back of the establishment.
Noctis glances at the clock, and enjoys his last swallow before putting his sunglasses back on. “Thanks for the drink…. Prom-?”
“Tow. Prompto, Mr. Luke.” The freckled kid smiles.
Setting down another forty for him, he nods, and heads back towards the entrance. “See you soon, Mr. Luke!” The hostess calls out, as he makes his way outside.
His driver is waiting across the street. He moves on unsteady legs, grateful that his driver opens the door for him, allowing him to just climb inside without having to use any of his faculties. “Back home, sir?” His driver asks, as they pull away from Cauthess.
“Yes, please.” He nods.
Looking down at his wrists, he wonders if when he returns in a week’s time, it’ll be a repeat performance of what happened this evening. An expensive habit, but as the crowned Prince of Lucis, he can more than afford it. His vice isn’t drugs, or women, or cars. No, his vice is a man by the name of Specs.