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It all started with Gladio and Prompto because, well, a lot of things in their relationship started with Gladio and Prompto, honestly.
A seafoam-color lace teddy, given as a holiday gift one year. The light color was a perfect contrast to Prom’s tanned skin and it opened at the bottom for easy access, which was appreciated by everyone involved.
Just the thought of how beautiful Prom looked in lace made Gladio’s heart flutter, and Prompto was tickled pink to hear it said out loud. Even more so when Gladio refused to tell him how much it cost him. Spoiled rotten was a good look on him, they all decided.
The gift went over so well, so why stop there?
Gladio and Ignis were thrilled to start shopping around and figuring out what would fit each of the four of them best. Black thigh-highs with teal lace and a matching teal nightgown for Ignis. Boyshorts in a dark maroon for Gladio, his best features accentuated by mesh and lace detail. Striped white thigh-highs for Prompto, and a flowing white teddy to match that he couldn’t get enough of.
And the panties. So many panties, until they eventually designated an entire drawer for them.
Ignis didn’t regret a single pair. How could he, when his cock felt so nice cradled in expensive lace? He couldn’t help buying for Prompto and Gladio, too, when the thought struck him. It was just so easy—panties were subtle, could be worn under anything, and came in more styles and colors and patterns than they would ever need.
They had to make life interesting somehow, with the amount of council meetings and study sessions and prince-briefings they sat through on a daily basis. Panties and thigh-highs—which one could never have enough of, really—became a part of their daily wardrobe. It was nice, having a little reminder of the three someones one had waiting back at home.
Noctis was, by far, the slowest to warm up to the idea. He very much enjoyed seeing his three boyfriends in any piece of lingerie and even helped pick out a few things, but any offers to buy pieces for him were turned down.
“It doesn’t look comfortable,” he said most often, “and I just…slacks and dress shirts and pointy shoes are uncomfortable enough. I know you guys love this stuff, but I don’t know if I could function with any more uncomfy clothing.”
Gladio and Prompto were disappointed, to say the least, but didn’t push the issue.
Ignis had other ideas.
“Just one try? For me?” he cooed one night, he and Noctis holding each other while a brand new set of lingerie lie unwrapped on the bed. The thong, garter belt and lace-topped thigh-highs were black like royalty, but simple in design. Ignis knew Noctis better than anyone in the world, so each piece was picked out with Noctis’ unique tastes and needs in mind.
In the end, Noctis conceded. One day, just those three pieces, and only because he didn’t have a training session. He would deliver his final verdict at the end of the day.
The moment Noct stepped out of their bedroom the next afternoon, Ignis knew he’d won him over.
“I like how tight and secure the garter belt feels, and the stockings are cooler than trouser socks in the summer,” he explained, his white dress shirt, wrinkled from a long day, dangling off one shoulder, “It was actually…really nice,” he said, a secretive little smirk playing across his lips.