Course Six: Taelpar Harvest Galette

Noctis woke with the worst headache he had ever had in his entire life, with three bodies smothering him. He would have been happy to stay in bed if not for the incessant banging on the door.

"Oooow," he groaned as he pushed his hand against something warm and squishy— Prompto's face.

"'z my fasch—" Prompto said and swatted at Noctis's hand. "Lemme 'lone. Lemme die."

Noctis could barely hear him over the sound of his heartbeat pounding through both ears. He whined out something, a sound or prayer or maybe just a curse, as he rolled over Prompto and landed next to Ignis.

Ignis didn't look much better than Noctis was feeling. There was a trashcan next to his side of the bed, though mercifully empty. After the Six knew how many glasses of wine he had managed to down the night before, it was a wonder that he wasn't dead with alcohol poisoning. Still, Noctis knew that Ignis was still feeling the night's events in probably a spectacularly awful fashion. The greenish gray pallor to his Chamberlain's face was proof enough.

"You alive, Iggy?"

"Barely."

Noctis was more gentle with getting off the bed, making sure not to jostle Ignis too badly, lest their perfectly clean sheets be ruined.

"Shut that hammerin' up."

"I'm trying, Gladdy. Gimme a sec." Noctis didn't bother to put on pants—his boxers covered enough and there were only a few select people who could have possibly been banging on his door and Astrals knew how early in the morning.

Noctis dragged his feet through the apartment and toward the front door, avoiding a few shoes and scattered pieces of clothing. He could only remember bits and pieces of the night before, mostly of Nyx and Libertus dragging their asses back to his apartment after the fiasco that has been dinner. They had been unceremoniously tossed through the front door and then left to find their way to bed.

Oh. Dinner. Shit. Noctis had hoped that a good night sleep would help block the nightmare that was the night before, but it hadn't worked.

Yeah, no wonder he had such a terrible damn headache. He was lucky he still had his head. The guys were lucky they still had theirs, too. After what an absolutely clusterfuck the night had been, a simple headache that would cure up in no time (as long as he managed to stumble his ass into the kitchen long enough to find some of the potions he stashed under some celery.)

But the banging on the door was growing louder and Noctis knew better than to leave whoever was on the other side for too long.

"Coming, coming," Noctis yelled, his voice scratching against his throat. "Shuddup, I'm coming!"

Not bothering to turn on the light, Noctis threw the door open to see Nyx's face smirking back at him.

"Please don't come, your Highness. I don't want to clean that out of my gear."

Noctis glared balefully at the man. "Oh, go screw yourself."

"Happily." The cheeky grin only widened across his face. "You look like shit."

"I feel like shit," Noctis murmured and turned his back to the Glaive, making a vague motion into the apartment. He trusted that the man knew his way around the apartment without the help of the lights. From the click of the door, Noctis knew that he had been followed in. He scratched at his ass before flopping uselessly onto the couch.

"You need something?"

"Potion. Under the green shit."

"You're gunna need to be more specific than that."

Noctis only grumbled for a minute, but thankfully Nyx was quite fluent in Prince-speak, and within a moment Noct could hear the cracking of a can and something cold being pushed under his nose.

"Drink up, buttercup."

Noctis took the can and downed half of it without so much as a flinch, smacking the can onto the table.

"How much did you make?"

Nyx didn't even have the decency to look shocked. "About two hundred thousand? Maybe a little more."

Noctis picked up the can and downed the rest before throwing it at Nyx's head. He missed. "Next time, warn me that my old man is going to play some shit like that."

"It was funny though. The look on your face—"

"I will fire your ass if you finish that sentence."

Nyx rolled his eyes and picked up the can. "You can't fire me, I'm part of your dad's Glaive. Not yours."

"I'll tell him when I was seventeen you let me and Prompto go to that gay club in Block D—"

"I thought we said that never happened?" Nyx sounded offended.

"And I thought you had my back, but then you went and sold me out."

Nyx scoffed. "Well, if you're so damn offended I'm taking this with me when I go."

Noctis looked to the man's arm, where there was something in a plastic bag jingling off his wrist. It seemed vaguely square-shaped with a striped red and white bow popping from the slit at the top. "Is that what I think it is?"

"It might be, if you stop threatening to get my ass fired." Nyx put the can on the table and then held out his other arm for Noctis to take the bag. "Taelpar Harvest Galette. Your favorite, right?"

Noctis could feel the drool already. "Maybe you can leave it."

"And you can stop trying to get me fired?"

"For now."

Nyx rolled his eyes. "Fine, your Highness. There should be enough in there for all of you. Just don't eat it all by yourself. Six knows what Scientia would do to me if you got a cavity."

"Yeah, yeah." But Noctis was already salivating at the thought of the delicious oranges and slightly crunchy shell. "Did you get the—"

"Can of whipped cream is at the bottom."

Noct stood and reached out for the box, taking it right from Nyx's arm. "Well, uh. I guess... thanks."

"And thank you for the extra cash. I'm thinking about going on a vacation."

Noct snorted. "Where're you thinking of going?"

"Anywhere far, far, far away from you."

"I won't take it as an insult."

Nyx stood up and stretched. "You probably should," he admitted as Noct turned away from the man.

"You better go before Iggy sees that you didn't take off your shoes. And also... you have some Lasagna still in your hair."

"Oh, fuck you."

"I'd rather not if it's all the same to you."

It didn't take long for the Glaive to leave after that. Noctis didn't even blame him; Ignis on even his worst of days was a sight to see when he was angry. And certainly having a dirty, uncouth Kingsglaive who had bet money on who was fucking whom would certainly have sent him into a frenzy.

But thankfully for Nyx, Ignis was too busy groaning in his bed to come out and scold the man, though if Noct knew Iggy then it would certainly figure out an apt punishment in due course.

Instead, Noctis went and got a few of the other potions from the kitchen fridge, grabbing a knife and some forks from the cutlery drawer. Breakfast in bed should have been done on plates, but for Noctis the thought of having to wash the dishes after made him more than a little uncomfortable.

When he returned to the bedroom he didn't turn on the lights, but instead allowed himself to slowly sink back into the warm sheets. He put the plastic bag to the side and sifted through it, cracking open one of the potions. He raised it to Ignis's lips, who greedily took a sip, grimacing at the taste.

"Yeah, yeah. It's no Ebony. But it'll help."

"I'm well aware," Ignis intoned and toon another small sip. Noctis was careful in running his hands across Ignis's brow, happy to see some of his more normal color peeking through. It took a little while for Ignis to finish most of the can, enough for him to lean up in bed and take it for himself. "You don't need to take care of me, Noctis. I am more than capable of doing it on my own."

"But I wanted to, Specs."

Ignis smiled. "Then... thank you."

"Ugh, tell me you got me one too?"

"Course I did, big guy. Here." Noctis cracked another open and reached out to hand it to Gladio, who had his hand raised up in the air as though he were reaching for the stars. "Got one for you too, Prom. Whenever you want it."

"Will it make the memory of your dad's face disappear?"

Noctis clucked his tongue. "Doubtful. If so I would have already drank everything in the kitchen."

After a few minutes of settling the potions into their stomach, Noctis cracked open the plain white bakery box, noting that everyone (including Ignis) turned to look at him with a level of interest that he knew well.

"We didn't really get to eat much last night, and by the time we got home things were already a mess..."

It was the truth. They were lucky to even get Ignis into bed without his shoes and pants on. Food had been a laughable concept.

"I assume this is from whomever was knocking down our front door?"

"Probably Nyx?" Gladio asked.

Noctis hummed. "The one and only. Said he made two hundred thousand gil off us."

Prompto whistled as he leaned forward and grabbed a fork. When he tried to slip it into the crumbling galette, Noctis slapped his hand with his own fork.

"Ow, shit, Noct. No fair. And that's a lotta dough. He could have definitely bought us more than just a galette... y'know, for our pain and suffering."

Noctis leaned forward and grabbed Prompto's smarting hand, lifting it to his lips for a kiss. "He said there's whipped cream in the bottom."

"Well... I guess that makes it a little better."

Gladio snorted again. "Yeah, if you don't count that we won't have heads to eat it with come nightfall."

Ignis was the one who spoke then. "It seems... rather unlikely that any of us will be without heads, especially after his Majesty seemed to give us his blessings last night."

Blessings... oh, man. Noctis wished he could roll over and just let himself fall into a hole. The entire night had been such a fucking mess that he wished that he could just forget it. Just for a little while. But yeah, it was good that none of them would suddenly be headless...

Gladio reached into the bag and pulled out the whipped cream can, holding it out. "No plates?"

"Cretins, the lot of you. I swear."

Gladio popped the cap off the can and held it out in front of himself like a weapon, aimed squarely at Ignis. "Might I remind you who was drinking from the bottle last night?"

Ignis winced.

"Yeah. Thought so. Calling us cretins."

Noctis resisted the urge to snort, instead flopping onto his stomach and picking at the top of the galette. "We should eat it before it goes cold."

It was probably the most delicious thing that Noctis had ever eaten, if he were honest with himself. While Lady Quina's food was marvelous, the galette had something a little extra to it, a little umph that Noctis was pretty sure came more from the three men snuggled up next to him.

It was a delicious dessert, but what we even more delicious was the hand that Noctis felt pressed up between his ass. He couldn't tell whose hand it was with one hundred percent confidence, though from the hair across the knuckles he was able to easily assume that it was Gladio.

"Well... you just going to keep that hand there, or are you going to be a little more creative?" Noct murmured as he dropped his fork into the near-empty pastry box.

"Thinking about it."

"Which one is better to eat, huh? Me or dessert?"

Noctis felt another hand from his other side reach over to grab at his other cheek. "That's rather an unfair question, wouldn't you say?"

Noctis swallowed. "Nah, Iggy. I think it's an honest question to ask." He closed his eyes and fell into the feeling of their hands on his backside, slowly slipping down to the band keeping his boxers in place. their warm touch as they slid further down made Noctis gasp and bury his nose into the blankets. All he could smell was a mix of aftershave and the expensive fabric softener Ignis bought because it was the only thing that didn't break Prompto out in hives.

Speaking of Prompto—

Noctis felt something wet and slick hit his back, the squelching of air leaving a can and then a tongue running across his skin. It felt like fire. He couldn't contain the low moan that Prompto's tongue against the small of his back pulled from his mouth.

Prompto's laugh was deliciously sweet. It took everything Noct had not to pull away from Ignis and Gladio's hands on him and grab Prompto down for a kiss.

Well... he was the prince. And after last night, he had certainly earned it.

Noct turned on his back and pulled Prompto down on top of him, letting his hands lock around the blond's neck. Prompto spluttered something and passed off the whipped cream to Gladio who took it with a chuckle.

"Sorry for the dirty sheets, Specs," Noct said between kisses.

"You apologize but I never quite believe you."

Noctis allowed himself to fall further into their hands as Prompto pinned his arms above his body, allowing their tongues to clash in heat and sugar. He tasted as good as he felt.

Noctis heard Ignis get up off the bed, though he didn't quite see where he went. Prompto's mouth was making its way lower and lower down Noctis's throat and then his chest, and Gladio—

"Open your mouth, Princess."

Noctis looked up at Gladio, running his fingers through Prompto's hair. He could only see the man through half-lidded eyes, but he opened his mouth anyway. He knew Gladio would never do anything he didn't like... and Gladio's cock? Well... who would ever say no to that?

What he got wasn't what he expected. Gladio pressed the tip of the nozzle into his mouth and sprayed a dollop of cool cream onto his tongue, making Noctis open his mouth wider to take more in.

"Look at that, we actually can shut him up."

Noctis closed his mouth and slowly swallowed the whipped cream, enjoying the feeling of it going down his throat. It wasn't what he originally wanted but it was good enough. For now. However, Noctis thought as Prompto wrapped his tongue around one of his nipples, tweaking the other with his deft fingers, this was only the beginning of the morning and there would be plenty of time for them to enjoy themselves before needing to be out of bed. And, well, Noctis had absolutely no plans on doing anything for the day that wasn't resting...

Or at least having him on his back.

Noctis allowed the two men to lavish his body with kisses and bites, Gladio guiding the nozzle against his skin to leave trails of whipped cream for Prompto to lick and suck off.

It was only a few minutes later when Ignis returned, his hair and body damp. When he got back on the bed, fully unclothed, he leaned forward for a kiss. He tasted like mint, a perfect juxtaposition to what Noctis could only assume his own breath smelled like.

But Ignis didn't complain.

"I believe you are wearing more clothing than need be. Prompto, wouldn't you agree?"

Prompto, who was still safely tucked between Noct's thighs, slipped his hands to the waistband and allowed Noctis's cock to come free. "I'll fix that right now."

Noctis closed his eyes and hummed, enjoying the feeling of three sets of hands working across his body, three bodies moving around him and licking, kissing, touching. "You guys... better get on with it. Wouldn't want dessert to go bad."

"Dessert can't possibly go bad, Princess."

By the time Noctis was prepared he felt sticky and desperate, digging his hands into the bedsheets and bucking up into the air. Prompto's fingers had stretched him wide and open as Ignis and Gladio kissed and suckled, leaving wet tracks across his thighs and chest, up to his clavicle and to his throat.

"How you wanna do this, Noct?"

Noctis scrunched his eyes closed. "Dunno. Don't care. Surprise me."

"Pillow Princess just wants to be taken care of."

"Don't you know it." Noctis let one eye flick open, lazily tracking Gladio.

"Well, I say we try to do the other night again—"

Noctis shook his head. "Hold it, big guy—you nearly fucking broke me. I'm lucky I could walk—"

"You were the one who suggested it, remember?"

"Just because I suggest it doesn't mean it's a good idea."

Ignis made a noise, but Noctis only responded by sending a nasty look in his general direction.

"Well, how about just me and Iggy?"

Noctis looked up to Gladio, who was still busying himself with making little stars of whipped cream on Noctis's nipples. "What'd you think?"

Gladio shrugged before leaning down, taking Noctis's nipple between his teeth. Noctis couldn't bite back a loud, needy moan as his toes curled.

It was good enough of an answer for Prompto, who happily clapped his hands together. "Yes! Score. All aboard the 'We're not dead' train!"

"Can you like not refer to my ass as a train?"

Prompto lifted up his leg in response. "No way, man. We're all alive, so we're going to celebrate... before the King decides he doesn't like us anymore and that we really don't need our heads. We're fucking for our future, Noct; don't you get that?"

"Fine, fine."

And celebrating they certainly did. It didn't take long for Prompto to pull Noctis to his knees and allow Ignis to get behind him. Noctis's back pressed flush against Ignis's chest and Prompto, ever the creative one, managed with a little maneuvering to get both Ignis and his own cocks pressed just right inside of position was slightly awkward until Prompto got on his back, letting Noctis and Ignis topple on top of him with a little help from Gladio.

"Okay, so no trains... how about a nice Noct sandwich." Gladio let his hand rest against Noct's head, running his thick fingers between Noct's sweat-slick mop. He could barely think, only allowing his mouth to fall open when Gladio pressed the can against his lips again. The sweet whipped cream bubbled in his mouth, though the unfortunate sound of the gas running out made Noctis pout around the tip.

Ignis laid a kiss against his back in response. "I'm sure Gladio can come up with—" he ground his hips forward, bucking into Noctis hard enough for him to all but see stars, "—an alternative to sate that terrible mouth of yours."

Noctis wondered if Ignis was thinking back on last night, but he quickly pushed the thoughts away as he felt Gladio pull the tip of the can out and replace it with something much, much thicker.

Gladio was blessed with girth as well as length, but today Noctis wanted to be as lazy as possible while Ignis, Prompto, and Gladio took care of him. Even if he wouldn't vocally agree with Prompto, it was true that this entire situation was more of a survival party fuck than anything else... Because of that, Noctis only took in the tip to his mouth, making sure that if Gladio wanted anything more he would have to help make Noctis pliable enough to get his throat to open up.

He did, as well. Soft fingers pressed equally soft circles into his throat, allowing the muscles to slowly relax and take more and more in. It wasn't as much as they usually went, especially if Gladio managed to get Noctis so relaxed he became all but jelly (and Noctis, while he did not eating anything mushy, didn't mind to feel like that.) Yet it was more than enough for Gladio to slowly press himself down Noctis's throat.

Usually the taste was a bit annoying, but Noctis was happy that the cream still stuck to his taste buds, making the rough and heady taste of precome and sweat. Combined with the feeling of Prompto and Ignis inside of him, slowly moving opposite of one another—in and out and in again—Noctis could barely remember to breathe. Gladio's pets to his neck and throat, the whispers and hums of pleasure surrounding him the only thing keeping Noctis from losing himself in the feeling.

Perhaps it was the fervor and fear from the night before, but no one lasted for too long. Noctis couldn't have been sure who came first inside him, but he could feel the heat as Gladio spilled himself down Noctis's throat and the way Ignis bit gently into his shoulder. Prompto's fingers had managed to find their way down his back, leaving Noctis moaning into the clambering fingers. He could feel the scratch marks down his shoulder blades.

Yet he was still rock hard, his cock feeling like metal between his body and Prompto' were slow in their movements of pulling out, leaving Noctis feeling like his father's favorite dessert as they laid him across the bed.

Gladio took to his used and blissfully aching ass, allowing his tongue and beard to whisper against his sensitive and shaking flesh. Prompto had taken his mouth while Ignis, ever the diligent one, began his exploration of his cock. It didn't take long for him to come under their ministrations and absolute worship of his body, and Noctis could only ride the wave of pleasure by kissing Prompto deeper, letting his fingers scramble against Ignis's and Gladio's hair.

After milking him for everything he had, Ignis pulled away with a slight pop, his fingers gently resting Noctis's spent, pink-flushed cock against his black curls. Gladio pulled away next, allowing his beard to rub against Noctis's thigh as he swept a few kisses against the skin.

Prompto though... Prompto didn't seem likely to give up his kissing any time soon.

"Oh, come now. Prompto, let him breathe," Ignis joked, but Noctis only tightened his hand in his Chamberlain's hair a bit. Ignis's laugh as he disentangled Noct's grip from his hair, accompanied by the soft kiss against his knuckles, only made it better.

"We spoil him too much, Iggy," Gladio muttered as Noctis let go of his head, instead only petting his fingers through the long, black hair.

But it was okay, because after the fiasco of the night before... Noctis deserved the dessert he had been robbed of.

Prompto pulled back after a few more soft kisses, resting their foreheads together. "Not too bad, eh?"

"Well... not too bad for a peasant."

Prompto squawked as he reached back to the pillows, grabbing one to smack Noctis in the head with. "Oi! You said I'm supposed to be a commoner!"

"If I remember correctly, his Majesty also called you a peasant," Gladio interrupted.

"And he also said he was screwing your dad—"

"You little shit!"

"Oh, the two of you—"

"You don't get to talk, Iggy. We're going to have to clear out the liquor cabinet tonight, because clearly you have some problems—"

"That is absolutely absurd! I do not have a drinking problem—"

"Specs, you were so wasted last night! You drank half the castle wine!"

"Well, at least I am not a peasant!"

"Not fair! Commoner!"

"Peasant! And you—I cannot believe you broke how many glasses?"

"Well, nothing I broke compares to Noctis over here. The Star Rouge's 3rd Century table?"

"Oh, heavens. That thing was national treasure! And Prompto, really—Did you try to use a teaspoon to..."

And Noctis laughed, because for everything that had happened the night before, some things would never change.

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