*Written for the Ignoct prompt "Ignis and/or Noctis overhear Prompto and Gladio together and get turned on." It's a little bit of a stretch and kinda cheating since this is a continuation of my Promptio story so…whatever. It's all Noct's fault. Enjoy the smut.

** Thank you to Goldslactuar for beta reading this.

"Ahhhh, dammit," Noctis cursed when the metal orb rolled past the petals of the pin ball machine. With his last ball lost to the mechanical purgatory within, the Prince called it a night. Flopping down into the vinyl booth Noct took a bite of the tart Ignis made. The strategist had already had his while he watched the prince play. Noct's eyes lit up when the crumbly pastry hit his tongue.

"Wow, Iggs, Prom wasn't kidding. These are good."

"Thank you Noct. Positive feedback is always appreciated." Ignis pulled at the collar of his shirt and rolled up his sleeves. "Astrals, it got warm in here."

Noctis glanced up at the air conditioning vent above their table and raised an eyebrow.

"You alright? I know we ran around a lot today but… you're looking a little flushed." He finished his tart and dusted the crumbs off his fingers. If Ignis was being honest with himself, he was feeling a bit…odd. He couldn't put a finger on it. He'd progressively gotten warmer over the last twenty minutes since he left the hotel room. It was almost like his body was too big for his skin.

He waved the diner waitress as she walked by, "Could we get some ice water, please?"

"Sure thing, Hon," she said and disappeared into the kitchen.

"Ignis?"

"I'm fine, Noct. You needn't worry about me." He took a slow breath and moved a little closer to his ward so he was right under the cold air vent. "I might've just been in the sun a little too long is all."

Noctis hummed, not sounding all that convinced.

"So, what's the plan? We still need to figure out how to get to Altissia with the ferries out."

Ignis thought for a moment, his mind cloudy.

"I heard old Cid mention something about a boat back at Hammerhead. Perhaps we should ask for further information."

Noctis checked his phone. "It's getting late, I'll call him in the morning."

"Sounds like a plan." The prince looked out the window between the diner and the hotel. The waitress dropped off the two frosty glasses of water. "Can I get anything else for you two?" she asked in a bubbly tone.

"No, thank you, we're heading out shortly." Ignis took a big swig of water, thankful it did seem to cool him off a bit. He glanced over at Noctis, who was idly running his thumbnail along his lower lip as he looked out the window. Ignis paused mid-sip as the sudden urge to taste those lips hit him like a smack in the face. He put his drink down and blinked at the random desire. He had harbored fantasies about Noctis (and the others, he dared admit). He had never entertained them further than when he was especially worked up and had a moment to himself.

It was too unprofessional to even remotely entertain, especially now. It would be disastrous with everything that happened over the past few weeks. Noctis was preparing to get married, to take the throne (once they got it back from the Niffs), and rule as King. The fact Ignis could feel his mouth go dry despite the drink in his hand was very disquieting.

"Prom did say he would be right back. Didn't he?" Ignis blinked, struck from his trance.

"I do believe he said 'be back in a jiffy.'" Noctis hummed and got on his knees on the seat and looked further out the window. Ignis swallowed hard and averted his eyes to the chalk specials menu on the wall. The way Noctis was bending over the bench, albeit innocent enough, was making things worse.

"You don't think he wandered off to go take pictures again. Do you?" Ignis kept his gaze where it was. Oh look, buffalo shrimp with blue cheese crumbles.

"I don't think he would be so foolish. He likely got distracted with a game on his phone back in the room." "Probably. Let's start heading back."

"If you wish."

The two of them slid out of the booth. Ignis took another large gulp of water and put an ice cube in his mouth to chew on. He left some gil on the table and followed the prince. On the way to the room they passed by the merchant again. A sparkly purple lure shaped like a behemoth caught Noct's eye. The prince haggled with the merchant for a few minutes. He'd pause negotiations to ask about the other lures and if he'd heard of anyone catching any unique fish in the area. They bantered like this while Ignis slipped into the shadow cast by the box truck. For whatever reason, his senses were in overdrive. His eyes grew hyper sensitive to the bright flood lights around the rest stop. Maybe he was getting sick.

"Could I get one of those too?" he heard Noctis say to the shop owner. "Yeah, those… Yes, I'm sure… thanks." By the time Noctis walked away from the truck, brown bag of items in hand, Ignis was ready to get back in the room. He needed to take an ice-cold shower as soon as possible.

"Think you're right about it being warm, Iggy." He looked up at Noct who was also starting flush around his neck and cheeks.

Ignis nodded, but a coil of concern wrapped itself around the hot sensation settling in his guts. He worried that whatever was affecting him was doing the same to Noctis. If that were the case, then he needed to get some alone time before things got very awkward. As soon as possible.

"Let's get back into the air conditioning," Ignis offered as he tried not to hurry to the room. Noctis opened the door quietly, in case the others were sleeping. They were both surprised to find the room empty. The lights were on and the blankets on one bed open like someone was in it recently.

"Here's Prom's camera," Noct pointed to it as it charged on the breakfast bar. "And phone. He didn't go far. Looks like they put a dent in your tarts too." He picked up a second one and took a bite out of it before he heard a moan come from the bathroom. Noct paused mid chew and glanced at Ignis with a smirk.

"Whoops. Looks like Gladio might have needed a little something extra to fall asleep."

Another sound. They could hear something wet and slurping over the din of the bathroom vent. Both Noct and Ignis' eyes went wide at the sound.

"Noooo… you don't think?" Ignis took his glasses off and rubbed his eyes to stifle the surge of lust that shot through him at the sound. "Now… Highness. We can't make assumptions…"

"Fuck, Prom," came a gasping breath from the royal shield.

Ignis cleared his throat. "Nevermind."

Noctis adjusted himself in his pants and took another bite. "What do you suppose got into them?"

His tone was lower and quieter. His hushed voice was likely for the benefit of their counterparts in the other room. To Ignis, it sounded like pure bedroom voice, holding a darker edge of promise and intent.

"Perhaps we should give them some privacy. It would be rude to…wait…"

Something dawned on Ignis. What do you suppose got into them, indeed. "The tarts."

Noctis swallowed and popped the rest of his dessert into his mouth. A gob of honey stuck to the corner of his lips.

"Yeah, they're really good..." A wicked smile crossed the Prince's face. "...because of all the aphrodisiac honey you put all over them."

Ignis froze in place.

"What?"

Noctis slid a finger in his mouth and sucked off some of the remaining crumbs and royal jelly. He eyed his adviser with ever expanding pupils.

"After you mentioned how much money we could get for one jar of that stuff I searched it online. Apparently, the reason that they turn it into wine is that it's a little too strong if eaten as is. Delicious, but potent."

A mixture of emotions flooded Ignis to his core. Guilt was at the forefront. He would have never poisoned his prince and fellow crowns-guardsmen if he knew, not on purpose. Still, he should have looked further into the rare ingredient. It was irresponsible of him. Anger was next, because why would Noctis let him do it if he knew the effects. Finally, swimming under everything was unrelenting lust.

"Noct…why didn't you stop me? Why didn't…" he was having a hard time forming words as another moan tumbled out of the bathroom. In a raspy voice, Prompto said, "Grab my hair," followed immediately by the wet sound of a cock sliding down a throat.

Noctis closed the distance between the two of them, taking slow, deliberate steps. Ignis' heart began thrashed in his chest like a panicked bird.

"I thought you knew. You know everything Ignis." He reached out and slid his hands above Ignis' hip bones. The act eliciting a soft choking noise from the strategist. He'd barely touched him and his skin was on fire. "I've seen the way you look at me, Iggy. I'm surprised you never noticed me looking back. You're normally so observant."

He tugged the pinstripe shirt free of his pants before tracing a thumb along the bare skin above his belt. "I've seen the way Gladio looks at you, and Prom. I think he might look at me that way too, but he's good at hiding it. Prompto…well… he's not very good at hiding things."

"Noct…" Ignis gasped.

The sound of items clattering off the vanity and Prompto's moans filled the room.

"See?" Noctis smirked and slid his hands up his adviser's abs further. "I thought that maybe… maybe you wanted me to have some fun with you guys. Before I get married. Before I have responsibilities and shit. I've wanted you for a long time, Iggy."

His lips were inches from Ignis'. Blue eyes bore a hole into the strategist. Noct slid his leg forward and pressing against his painfully hard member. His need clear and present through this slacks. Ignis gasped. "And I think you want me too. You were just always too stubborn to admit it."

"Highness… I can't…I…" his words were utterly failing him. He could feel Noct's breath against his lips.

Another moan came from the bathroom but Ignis was too gone to try and figure out who it was.

"Please, Ignis," Noctis urged, biting down on his own lower lip. "Don't make me beg."

Before Ignis even realized what his body was doing, gloved hands reached up took Noct's jaw in his hands. He pulled him close until there was no space between them. The prince's lips were sweeter than the desert that coated them.

The back of Ignis' legs hit the bed, causing him to flop down onto it with Noctis on top of him. He swore he could feel buttons popping on his shirt in Noct's rush to undress him. He would worry about finding and reattaching them later. Calloused fingers made their way up his bare abs as Ignis tangled his own in raven locks. Their tongues dove deep into each others mouths as they rutted into one another, helpless to their own lust. The royal jelly left every sensation heightened; the taste of Noctis in his mouth, the delicious friction against his aching cock, the periodical moans that escaped the prince atop him and those loud noises emanating from the bathroom. All threatened to push Ignis over the edge before he even got started.

"Noct…" he moaned, and without any further words, the prince answered his plea.

Sliding his tongue down Ignis' bare torso he took a moment to appreciate the strategists' body. Using his mouth to worship his chest and nipples, Noct pulled pressure away from his cock as he did. Ignis thrust up from the bolts of pleasure shooting through his body. Writhing, he gasped with every lick and nibble Noct gave to him. He might come anyway if this kept up.

Noct lifted his head and looked up at Ignis with blown out twilight colored eyes. Sweat was already gleaming off his bare shoulders. Ignis wondered for an instant when he had discarded his t-shirt. Nimble fingers were already working Ignis' belt buckle open.

"I wanna feel you, Ignis. Will you let me?"

"Astrals hell, yes," he growled, desperate for more. Noctis pulled down his slacks along with his boxers. The Prince stood up and did the same, revealing his own throbbing member.

"Sit up a bit," Noct said. Ignis slid further up the bed and rested his back on the head board. While he did Noct found the brown paper bag from earlier and pulled out a new vial of lube. Ignis only blushed deeper, certain that he wouldn't be able to look the merchant outside in the eye tomorrow. Noct opened the packaging with his teeth before crawling onto the bed. He straddled Ignis' legs until they were face to face and their cocks ghosted against each other. Ignis bucked his hips up further, yearning for more contact.

"Give me your hands."

Ignis held his hand out between them. Noctis undid the snaps of the gloves before leaning in and latching onto the tip of the leather with his teeth. Once he repeated the process with the other hand (Ignis was never going to forget this scene, OMG).

He doused both of his adviser's hands with a liberal helping of lube. Resealing the vial he put it on the end table before taking off Ignis' glasses and setting them aside as well.

"Ignis…" Even Noct's words were breathy and desperate at this point. "I want you to work me open, and then I want to ride you until I come. Can you do that for me?"

He swiveled his hips forward again, gyrating their cocks into one another.

Ignis had no words. He didn't need them. Reaching around with one hand he slid lubed fingers down between Noct's pale flesh. For a moment, they rested on his entrance. He teased the ring of muscle, ignoring his own rabid impatience at the moment. He wanted to feel Noctis tremble. He wanted him to beg.

Rocking back onto his adviser's fingers, Noct guided his other lubed hand between them. He wrapped Ignis' digits around both of their cocks. Sliding his wrist up and down a few times, he let go and allowing Ignis to do it himself.

This freed Noct's hands to grip onto the headboard and rut himself back and forth onto fingers and cock alike. Ignis leaned his head forward and laid open mouthed kisses along Noct's throat and collar bone as he worked. Inserting a finger, Noctis moaned. He raked his nails along the back of Ignis' skull through sweaty hair.

Feeling daring, Ignis added another two fingers and entered him with an extra twist of the wrist. That earning another moan and a harsh tug of his hair in return. Noct's entire chest and face flushed with heat as he moved above him and Ignis couldn't wait any longer.

"Are you ready?" he asked. He didn't have to specify for what.

Noctis didn't answer. He propped himself up higher on his knees, let Ignis adjust his cock beneath him. Now aligned to his entrance, Noct slid back down, slow and careful. Their own soft moans got lost in the sound of relentless pounding and yelps of pleasure from their gunslinger in the bathroom.

When Noctis bottomed out he sat there for a moment to adjust, biting his lip and looking down at Ignis as he did.

"Sounds like they're having fun," he said, guiding Ignis' hands to his hips before gripping the headboard. "Shame they didn't just do it out here. I would have loved to walk in on that."

The mental image of what Gladio must be doing to Prompto in the other room made Ignis twitch inside his prince. His mouth watered at the thought. "Next time, perhaps," he said before moving Noct's hips around him.

Somewhere deep in the logical part of his mind, Ignis wondered, 'Next time? Where did that come from? Isn't this a one-time drug induced thing?'

After a few shallow thrusts Noctis seemed to adjust enough. He picked himself up until he was nearly off Ignis then lowering himself. He took him completely in one quick smack of his hips. Ignis' eyes went wide in surprise as Noctis, the prince he'd known nearly his whole life, began to bounce atop him. Unfettered, Noct began to fuck himself in earnest. The wet smacking noises they made began to rival the others as green eyes rolled back in Ignis' skull. He was already so close. He couldn't hold out if he wanted to.

"Noctis… I'm sorry…"

"Come for me, Iggy. I wanna feel it."

Reaching down, Noctis began to jerk himself off in tandem with each time he sunk down. If the trembling in his thighs were any sign he wasn't going to last very long either.

His orgasm hit him hard. Ignis dug his finger tips into pale flesh hard enough to leave crescent indents from his nails.

He couldn't contain the loud moan that escaped him as he felt his balls tighten. Noctis slowed his hips as Ignis came, but he only increased the speed his hand was jerking him.

Still reeling from post orgasmic bliss, Ignis looked up at Noctis. He watched as the telltale signs of cascading orgasm fell upon him. Not breaking his rhythm, Noctis leaned down and smashed their lips together again. His gyrations became erratic as did his breath. Ignis took the prince's lower lip in his teeth and bit down with light force as Noctis came. He was mostly silent when he did. His whole body shuddered and contracted around the sensitive cock still inside him. Ignis made a choked moan as Noct's body squeezed the last drops out of him. Flushed red and drenched in sweat their gasps for air returned to a normal level of breathing.

Noctis laid his forehead against Ignis' own as a fresh wave of shame and anger hit the strategist. He swallowed hard.

"That was…"

"Amazing," said the prince and smiled. "Wanna go again in a few minutes?"

"It was but, that wasn't the word I was looking for. What you did…what you let me do… why didn't you tell me the effects of the honey? I unwittingly drugged the lot of us and… Six, I hope Prompto and Gladio are alright."

He just now realized the shower was running in the bathroom. Noct palmed the side of Ignis' face as the post coitus smile on his face wavered only slightly.

"Ignis, you are so dense sometimes."

"How so?"

Noctis slid off Ignis and picked up his t-shirt, cleaning himself off. He tossed the shirt to his adviser who did the same. Ignis paused, debating whether the shirt was now categorized as 'throw-out' or 'washable'. The nude prince fumbled through his cargo pants. On retrieving his phone, he sprawled out next to Ignis. He brought up his recent search history to an article about royal jelly and held the screen to his face. Ignis had to squint without his glasses, but he made it out well enough. Noctis pointed to one part mid-way down the article.

"Start there."

Ignis read it aloud

"Although potency in its raw form is variable from queen to queen it is not what some would call a 'love potion'. Royal jelly can not make people do things they already didn't intend to do."

Ignis blinked, glanced at Noct who smirked, and read on.

"Imbibed by new lovers or spouses it emphasizes and enhances the feelings of love and lust. Hence why it is a popular and frequent wedding gift. Given during the reception as a beverage, royal jelly is often fermented into a mead to dilute it. It should of note that if there are no such feelings between the parties, upon consuming the royal jelly, though delicious, will only leave the participants with a mild hangover."

Ignis lowered the phone to his lap, the glow of the screen a beacon of truth in the quiet room. Only the quiet talking and sound of running water in the bathroom broke the silence.

Noctis took his phone back, kissing Ignis' shoulder before leaning his head on it.

"So, should we just lounge here naked until they're done or should we try for a second round? It'll probably be a minute until the shower's free."

Ignis still lay still in the bed. Even after what had happened in the hotel room between all parties, it was still difficult to believe. He was going to have a hard time looking Gladio and Prompto in the eyes when they exited the bathroom. Gods, the noises they were making. His stomach dropped a bit realizing how much noise they must have made as well. He hoped the hotel didn't complain. It was cheap and these walls were thin. Noct's kisses trailed from his shoulder to his pulse. The soft lips against his skin sent a fresh supply of blood south despite the recent romp.

"I think…" Ignis said, the logical part of his brain pushed by the wayside again. "We could just go with this and see what the others say when they're done. I'm fairly sure there is much to explain. Namely from the two of us. I did bake those tarts after all."

"...And I let it happen." He kissed Ignis' jaw and then slid a tongue behind his ear. "Not very regal of me, I know, but," he shrugged and whispered into Ignis' ear. "I'm not King yet. Might as well enjoy being a reckless, wayward prince while I can. Besides…" he rubbed his palm against Ignis' reawakened member. "I think there's a few tarts left. Wouldn't want to waste them."

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This is 100% going to be a OT4 story. So much random smut, but that's why you guys read my story after all :)