Duscaen Orange

Based on an ingredient in FFXV.

A could-be sequel to Camping (Chapter 9 in Animus).

Tumblr Prompt Request: Frottage / Outercourse

Thanks to her soldier instincts, Lightning felt his presence before she could even open her eyes. "Can't sleep?" When she did, Noctis' figure stood above her and behind him was the night sky filled with stars.

"Gladio and Prompto are snoring particularly loud tonight." He answered and nodded his head towards the tent. "I don't know how Iggy gets through it."

Lightning shifted in her sleeping bag, sitting up on her elbows. "It's because he uses foam earbuds."

"Oh." He glanced at the tent. "Traitor."

With a sigh, she unzipped a portion of her bag and scooted to the side. "Come on. There's more than enough space."

"Thanks." He said in relief and squeezed in. The bag was already coated in her warmth. Wiggling in, he noticed she smelled of Duscaen Oranges, different from her usual scent. "New shampoo?"

She snorted softly. "I ran out of the rose one you gave me." It was a birthday gift from him a year ago and from what Crowe said, it was from a luxury brand. She was about to comment about getting another bottle, but realized that talking about home was a sensitive topic. "Considering our budget, I bought the only thing the Coernix Station had to offer."

Settling in with his body comfortably pressed to hers, he sniffed at her shoulder. "Not bad."

"It was a pretty good deal. 50 gil for a 3-in-1."

"3-in-1?"

"Shampoo, conditioner, and body wash."

"No wonder you smell like a damn tree- Ow." As soon as he said those words, she dug her elbow against his ribs.

He could almost feel her eyes rolling. "Good night, Noctis." Though her tone told him to knock it off, her body moved closer to his, his two arms going around her waist. From her nestling, he could tell she was content with being the little spoon for tonight.

A few minutes passed and Noctis could feel her even breathing, while he was still wide awake. Well, how could he sleep when an attractive woman such as her was pressed up against him like a mold, soft and warm, and smelled so yummy? He nuzzled at the juncture between her shoulder and neck, sweeping her hair aside, and breathed in. He licked his lips, targeting her neck for a taste.

"Can't sleep?" She mumbled, asking the same question again.

"Not really. You smell really good." He whispered, then pressed his lips on her skin.

From the way he eagerly attacked her neck and the small bump she felt at her lower back, she squirmed to move away for just a second before things got out of hand. "Noct. Not here."

His breath was hot on her skin. "Why not?"

"Because it can get messy." She pointed out the obvious. She was not getting her sleeping bag soiled just because he couldn't keep it in his pants.

"Doesn't mean we still can't do it." He argued back, biting her shoulder.

"What-" She turned to look at him and was met with a blush on his face.

"Remember how we used to do it back in the Academy?"

Oh. "You horny bastard."

She remembered the days when they attended the Academy, back when they weren't running for their lives, when things weren't on the matters of life and death. As a young Glaive in training, she was assigned to attend school with Noctis as a bodyguard of sorts. While the young Prince was annoyed at first, the two grew closer since they spent so much time together. Eventually, the attraction between them became undeniable.

When the day came when Noctis was of age, they both knew that something needed to be done with their frustrations. It didn't help that the attraction came at both an emotional and physical level. So on that same hormonal-driven night, the two met with a kiss that was gentle at first, then grew into something more. The night ended with Lightning straddling him on the passenger seat of the Regalia, having moved swiftly from behind the wheel, and grinded their hips together until Noctis' phone rang.

"If I remember correctly, it was you who jumped on me first." He teased her and it was her turn to blush.

"Do you know how hard it was to wait for 8 months?" She huffed and started to remember the nights when she touched herself. She had to admit, it was a difficult time having to wait for his age of consent.

As if reading her thoughts, he smiled. "I'm worth the wait."

He continued his ministrations and she knew she needed to get away. "Noctis…"

"Can't help it." He said, licking her nape. "Fuck, you taste good, too. Like that orange cake Iggy bakes."

"Thought you weren't one for desserts?"

"Mushy desserts." He muttered and continued to give hot, open mouth kisses. She gasped as he bit the curve of her ear and she knew she had lost the battle.

"Okay." She whispered, bringing up a hand to twine into his hair. "Okay." Her breath hitched when his other hand went beneath her shirt, fingers stroking her taut stomach while the other rubbed circles on her hip.

Now with her cooperation, he could do whatever he wanted. "Take off your shirt." She obliged, placing it on the ground of the haven. Clad in bindings, she assisted him on removing them and he threw them aside.

Warm and naked, he ran the palm of his hand from her hip and to the creamy expanse of her back. She arched away in response, so his other hand on her stomach kept her in place. Her back was smooth with small bumps of scarred flesh, but she was still damn perfect.

His lips went to her spine, licking the dip in between and she moaned louder than he expected. Immediately, his hand went to her mouth. "You wouldn't want anyone to hear, would you?"

Lightning shook her head as a no and Noctis released his hand, letting it trail down to her breast, rolling a nipple on his palm then pinching it, all the while he continued his kisses on her back. She sighed heavily, the sensations were overwhelming and too good. He knew what she wanted and where. Over the years, they spent so much time exploring each other's bodies, finding what made each other moan and tick.

When he couldn't bend to kiss any lower on her back, he nipped at her skin with his teeth, which sent shivers down her spine. His other hand moved down from her breast, back to her stomach, then went underneath her shorts.

"Noct." She panted as he fingered her slit over her underwear. He hummed in approval at the dampness and continued to rub. She turned her head to cry out on her pillow, muffling the sound. "Claire." He groaned at her back. "I need you wetter."

She wanted to spread her legs, give him more access to keep rubbing her deliciously, so she took off her shorts and underwear in one go, kicking them down her sleeping bag.

"Yes." He hissed, getting more turned on now that she was fully naked. He spread her legs, placing one over his thigh and rubbed her clit with two fingers and in circles.

"Shit, that feels so good." She whimpered and turned to meet his lips, tongues and teeth clashing. His fingers were now coated thickly with her fluids. Breaking the kiss, he brought them to his mouth and sucked, tasting her essence while he held her gaze.

With a growl, she straddled his hips, placing herself on his clothed erection and rotated her hips. His hands went on her ass, helping her rhythm as she got wetter and he grew harder. "Fuck. Doesn't this remind you of the old days?" He breathed out.

"Shut up." She said just as breathless and continued to grind on him, whimpering and gasping on occasion.

He looked up and, Eos, nothing was a more beautiful sight. Her hair tussled, her face flushed, her mouth open, her eyes closed as she rode him. The stars behind her made her ethereal, a goddess. The front of his sweatpants was absolutely soaked of her essence and he wanted to taste more. Gripping her hips, he pulled her forward and she followed along with her knees, over his stomach and his chest, until her vagina was in front of her face.

If any of the guys were to get up and out of the tent, they would definitely see a naked Lightning.

Brushing his nose against her pink curls, he breathed in and cursed once more. She smelled so good, her arousal mixed in with the orange created a musky and heady scent. Lightning watched him as he licked his lips and gave her a taste.

Oh Eos, he was teasing her. She threw her head back, the light strokes around her clit with the tip of his tongue was driving her insane. His hands held her thighs securely, disallowing her to move.

"Shit." She nearly sobbed. His tongue was now on her slit, slowly licking. She swore at him in her mind. The bastard never changed. He had always teased her with his tongue, until she ended up verbally begging him. He would take his time, taste and lick everything, before giving her what she wanted.

"You okay, Claire?" He asked from below, nipping at her inner thighs.

Her hands went to his hair, gripping. "Please."

Noctis grinned and spread her legs wider until she was seated on his chin. "You're so beautiful like this. I can never get enough." Then he pressed his lips fully on her pussy, sucking and licking the way she liked.

"Oh, fuck, fuck, Noctis." She whispered desperately, clutching on his hair for dear life because she felt like she was about to fall off a cliff. His tongue was inside her and her eyes rolled back at the sensation. But she needed more, something hard, something her inner walls can hold on to. "I-I need…"

"What, Claire?" He asked between lappings. "What do you need, baby?"

"Fingers…"

"Where?" Oh, he was definitely a dirty bastard. From his voice, she knew he wanted her to say it.

"Inside me." She gripped his hair tighter in response. "Now- ah." A finger entered and she whimpered. Then a second one, and after a few strokes, he entered a third finger. She felt stretched and filled and the only thing she needed was his tongue. "Noct."

He did a couple of slow strokes, taking his time before asking. "What is it now?" He met her gaze, his eyes now a dark crimson and in control.

She felt her face flush hotter than it already was, but she threw away her pride despite the embarrassment of being shameless and wanton. "With tongue."

He happily did her request, circling her clit in tight circles in time with pumping his fingers. He did so until he felt her tighten, then slowed down, refusing to touch her bundle of nerves until her channel was loose again.

"Please." She begged again.

"All you need to do is tell me, Claire. You know I'll do anything you ask." He was always true to his word, all she needed to do was say it. But that was the hardest part. "Just say the words, baby."

"I…" She panted, arching to press herself on his mouth once more. He stopped her, he needed to hear her say it. Eos, it was a habit of his, to force her to admit her desires. When they had first started to experiment, he wanted to know what made her feel good and he claimed the only way was to have her voice out her wants.

But, Eos, she would do anything for sweet release. So she said the words. "Make me come."

He grinned, the smug bastard, and said with promise. "With pleasure."

His tongue returned to her clit and his fingers pumped on a relentless pace. She bit her lip, worried that she might cry loudly at the pleasure. She could hear her wetness below, his fingers made sloppy sounds and his mouth made dirty slurps. She was dripping, grinding against his heavenly mouth, and she felt tighter and tighter until the dam burst and her orgasm broke through. Her muscles spasmed uncontrollably, intensely, and Noctis did not stop.

Her mouth opened as she silently cried and her back bowed forward. She tried to get away from his mouth, but he wouldn't let go, still pumping and sucking all she had to offer. Her orgasm continued, until it faded into little spasms, and she couldn't help the whimper that escaped her lips.

"Noctis." She gasped, trying to catch her breath. She felt his fingers pull out of her vagina and she watched him lick his fingers once more. Her thoughts were incoherent and her body felt like a Flan's. He guided her hips, moving her until she settled back into the sleeping bag and she suddenly felt tired. He took her shirt on the ground and helped her put it on.

"Thanks." She sighed and kissed him, aware than she can taste herself on his tongue. They kissed long and slow until her hand ventured down his chest, to his unattended hard on. Surprisingly, he took her wrist. "Noct?"

"Don't worry about me. I'll take care of myself." He pecked her temple and eased out of the sleeping bag. Then he threw her a cheeky smile. "As you said, it can get messy."

She watched him disappear below the haven to take care of his business. Lightning smiled against the pillow. He always prioritized her pleasure and it made her feel special, wanted. As fatigue began to set in, her last thoughts were of him and how she would pay him back threefold for all the teasing.

AN: This got way out of control LOL.