bootyhunter | CALL ME OUT

[ Robert laughs at that. Actually laughs, and not at Flambae. ]

Fuck, no. The guy's name is Toxic, even I have enough self-awareness to avoid that. Anyway, he just walks around with his dick out all the time, and he's really proud of it.

[ He chuckles once more, shaking his head. And then feels a sly little thought as he peeks up (he still hates how big Flambae is). Having an arm around him in general is not something he's all that used to, but it just kind of fits in with the flow of things at the moment. Maybe he just won't think too deeply about why that is. But since Flambae is clearly inviting this kind of risqué behavior, why not? So when he tilts his head up to talk, it's in a quiet voice, something just for the two of them. ]

Yours is better.

[ Then like he didn't just say that as well as fully admit he looked at all of Flambae's grindr pics, he is suddenly fully distracted by Beef who's trying to pee on something he's not supposed to. ]

Hey, buddy! Not there. You know better than that.

[ Beef looks at him like yeah ok whatever and scurries forward again.

Yep, all just normal behavior going on as these two guys and a dog wander down the sidewalks of LA. ]

Sorry, you were saying? Something about Blazer blushing ...

Edited (RE!!WORDING!!) 2025-12-16 00:37 (UTC)

[Toxic?! That Shroud flunky... The human lava lamp who smells like garbage?! That one???

For a split-second Flambae's very jealous and read: very irrational brain has a brief, er, what can most accurately be described as a conniption. Not only does he go through his roledex of potentially sexy, man-loving but not necessarily exclusively, villains at a speed that is usually too quick for his puny brain, but he is suddenly gobsmacked at what is a real and legitimate compliment about his genitalia of all things.

He steps back, stunned, clearly flustered the way he is sputtering like a character from a Looney Tune (can you say meep-meep), bracing himself for something soul-crushing or sarcastic to come out of Robert's mouth even though it never follows.

The sheer rush of something real, no matter how horny or potentially fleeting, fills him with the kind of warmth that's a little too intense for his liking. After skulking around the city and trying to go full scorched Earth on the man who was responsible for his first permanent injury and incarceration, this is happening?! Oh, if he is dreaming and wakes up right now-]

the sound he's making is just the one where he gets out of the sensory deprivation tank

[It surprises Flambae enough that he's stepped back and withdrawn his hand unfortunately... Thankfully(?!), the sound of Beef peeing is what snaps him (somewhat) back into reality-]

W-wha... W-well, of course, I don't piss or jizz nuclear waste like that motherfucker....!!!

[but oh

why does he miss holding small little robert

he awkwardly extends his hand again but it stops mid-air bc he is absolutely short circuiting, it's happening! all of those fumes from strong hold hair products have finally made a permanent hole in his worryingly sparse amount of brain matter]

[ Robert would never be interested in that dick, the only thing he wants to do with it is maybe bury it beneath an entire skyscraper or punt it into the ocean. So Flambae actually has nothing to worry about. Unfortunately he has no idea these irrational thoughts are going through the man's brain about it.

He whips around from fussing over Beef at the really intriguing noise he just heard. ]

Yeah, no shit you- [ the brief look of surprise that had passed over his face only gets worse as he takes in the scene. Flambae just standing there, his hand out in the air, his words failing him.

Jesus, he didn't mean to short circuit him entirely. ] Flambae?

[ Ummm he should probably ask him his name too if they're going to get serious about this.

They're already kind of serious? At least...he is. Cheeky delivery of lines aside. ]

Hey. [ he walks the couple of steps he'd gotten ahead of Flambae and reaches out to take his hand as it hangs there in the air. ] Are you ... good?

[He closes his hand into a fist, instinctively, although it doesn't move forward to seal a real punch. Or anywhere at all, for that matter-]

[But what if he, for once, gave the gentleness a shot?

This is more terrifying than any of the situations he's perhaps too brazenly firepowered himself into, a real truce between himself and his former arch nemesis. Awkwardly, he unfurls his fingers, his hand comically large in comparison, and allows Robert to hold onto him.]

Pfft, yeah! Fuck-yeah, totally...

[He's trying not to think about how nice it feels. It's not as though he doesn't try to seduce the hotpants off of go-go dancers often multiple times in a week, but this is different, intimate, something he hasn't really had the chance to explore since he was last overseas, and-]

We need to get out of here.

[God, he's horny. NO!!!! Dinner has yet to be served and he worked so hard on it, what kind of impression would he be making if they skipped dinner and went straight to sex in his own goddamn apartment... He's a skank and he knows, everyone who can see his hairy sternum fucking knows, b-but....!]

I, uh, ah! Uh-bup-bup...

[He's floundering.]

The food is getting cold...

I should probably fly you and Señor Beef to, a-ah, my home....

[ Robert flinches at first, because of course he does. He's more used to expecting Flambae (or anyone else really) to punch him than to just. Take his hand or something. Even if he is the one reaching this time.

When he sees actually he's not about to get a bloody nose, he grips onto Flambae's hand a little tighter, comes to stand beside him again instead of mostly in front of him. Guilt kind of seizes in his chest as he watches Flambae just ramble off his nerves, like the short circuiting is still happening in real time and not even the most elite hacker could get in there and fix this.

He could at least try though, probably. ]

I didn't mean to— [ break you? Look at your dick? No he did actually mean to do that....

God, he's feeling a little too horny too and

RIGHT, this is dinner. ] Aren't we close? Alright...but don't start either of us on fire in the process. Beef especially isn't flame proof.

[Flambae doesn't know, in part because he hardly ever thinks, that Robert is just as green when it comes to receiving tenderness as he is. What he does appreciate is the lack of a smart remark and the bizarre, giddy bubble of happy nervousness that locking fingers provides.

He isn't the kind of person to sit and stew in it anymore. Once upon a time there was a deeply ingrained, miserable emotion, that anybody he longed for would react with violence or disgust. That nobody, especially not the men he naturally felt drawn towards, would want anything to do with a gangly fire-hazard of a freak who could barely make eye contact with most people.

It's no secret that the lot of them, the Z-team, and even their dispatchers, are broken people. In that way, they've all been lucky to find some sense of stability.]

No, and considering the amount of gas in his stomach, it'd just be like, "Toot-Toot-BOOM," with this one, you know?

[He is joking... Animal violence is not something he wants to see, okay, he was just as pissed at Shroud as the rest of them!]

Ahhhhh, let me see... How the fuck are we going to do this, hmmmmm...

Your grip is strong, isn't it? If you could sort of... Wrap your arms around my neck and make sure your little [hobbity] feet aren't dangling?

Do you think you could hold Beef sort of... Between us, somehow?

[He's so wide, at least there's no danger of him slipping through the cracks.]

Oh! You are so very small, right-

[He'll crouch down to let Robert climb on him... Also he's not getting on his knees yet because if he gets turned on it will be extremely obvious in this outfit.]

If you have ever wanted to climb me like a tree, here is your chance. But just so you know-

[Remember his unnecessary beef with trees...]

I am superior. To them. What will their leaves do for you, give you a butt rash! I can. I can be of more use to you in-

[do you ever type something and want to jump into the canal you see from the building ur in]

In that area.

Edited 2025-12-16 03:44 (UTC)

[ They apparently still have a lot to learn about each other. The thought might have scared Robert off a while ago, but he's actually looking forward to it now? They never got to have that "talk" he'd been trying to get in that burning building, before he sliced those fingers off and got Flambae locked up tight. There's a lot of time to make up for now.

He wants to defend Beef too, but he just kind of laughs. Honestly, the poor pup has nothing to refute that claim with. ] No, yeah, you're probably right.

[ And he does not want his dog to pop like a gaseous firework.

Also, what is this "little" business? He's not even little, everyone else is just freakishly large. But he knows that no one will take him up on that argument, so he just gives his eyes a roll instead.

Then he swoops down to get Beef into his arms before he hops back up again. Oh yes, he does think he wants to climb Flambae like a fucking tree, but-

Okay. The man really does have something against trees. Trees, which are stationary and cannot talk— ]

Alright tiger, simmer down.

[ He smirks but it's amusement and it's fondness as he steps a little closer to Flambae and tries to figure out the logistics of this in his head before he just ... climbs and makes a fool of himself. ] Just, ummm, like this?

[ yeah actually he really is just kind of climbing up there and sandwiching the Beef in between. at least the pupper doesn't seem to protest. ] But seriously stop saying horny things now or you will feel my dick poking you in just a minute.

[ He is man enough to admit that he is thirsty........... he thinks. Actually no he wishes he could take all of those words back immediately. Fuck. ]

[He’s oddly still as Robert adjusts himself, feeling the ground disappear beneath him even before he starts to fly. This isn’t his supersuit, these clothes aren’t flame resistant, and he’s still getting used to the slow and painful realization that the overwhelming emotions he feels for a certain poorly named everyman may just be the opposite of hate.]

Whoa, okay!

[He turns to look over his shoulder, grinning (somewhat toothlessly). God damnit, the fucking dog is in the way (affectionate).]

If that’s all it takes to get you fired up, we’re gonna have a lot of fun tonight.

[Just before his limbs begin to smart, he reaches back to quickly brush Robert’s cheek with one hand.

He’s doing his best to sound cool, but it’s nerve-wracking.

What if he ruins this too?]

I want you a little bit closer.

[And then, as soon as he’s breathed out that oddly tender confession.]

Tighten your grip, motherfucker!

[And speeds off.

As soon as they touch down at his apartment, he crouches down to let Robert and Beef climb off before putting his key in the lock. His neighborhood is lively- Someone is playing what sounds like mariachi music in a house down the way, and there’s a loud, presumably drunken gathering of young friends in the unit below him. The area is far from fancy, a little worn down, with a few women in G-strings smoking around some of the corners.

As soon as he opens the door to his apartment, however, the inside looks well-kept. Flambae even holds the door open to let them both in… Probably the spookiest sight this evening, him being a bonafide gentleman.

also it smells amazing in there jsyn]

Home sweet fucking home.

[ It is taking a moment for Robert to recover from feeling like a complete idiot about saying that while he clings to the back of another man with his dog happily squished between them. He just kind of mumbles his unnecessary reply. ]

Not usually …

[ He just happens to be really pent up right now. And in this far deeper than he actually thought he was. The truth is he cares a lot about this flaming moron, and he has for much longer than he’s let himself even think about. Until now. He’s thinking about it now.

The hand on his cheek, the tender admittance ( I want you a little bit closer … like, really? Fuck. ), they have his stomach fluttering around like he’s on a roller coaster before Flambae even takes off the ground.

He thinks there’s a chance that he’s going to ruin this too, but now that he’s had a taste, can he give it up?

Regardless of the answer to questions that are making Robert feel several kinds of stupid, he does as he’s so eloquently told and holds on to Flambae and Beef tightly. He’s used to being taxied by people with powers but this is just… an entirely different experience. As soon as they land again he slides off and tries to act completely normal about it as he busies himself with looking around the neighborhood. He wasn’t sure what to expect. He still isn’t.

But it’s genuine surprise he feels when the door swings open and amazing smells and a clean place and sensible decor all greet him. No wonder he said Robert’s place is shitty. It is shitty but at the time he felt like he had to defend it. ]

. . . Huh.

[ he lets Beef down and unhooks his leash for him, tucking it away in his pocket. ]

Your place is actually really normal.

Edited 2025-12-16 06:33 (UTC)

[Flambae shuts the door behind him and proceeds to the fuss over the spread on what is a modest dining table, the legs peeking out beneath a vintage lace tablecloth suggesting that at one point, that pale orange used to be a lot brighter. On the windowsill are a few potted plants, including basil and mint. The colors are a lot less saturated than one might expect, everything is mostly orange and white, and while he has a bookshelf, it comically contains zero actual pieces of literature. What actually lines the shelves are a variety of vinyls, some fashion magazines from the late 80s, mid 90s, and early 2000s, and a few vintage playboys from the late 60s to early 70s. Look, some of those girls have cute outfits and he snagged a couple for Halloween inspo last year… There’s something glamorous about the poses, okay? Oh and there are a wide variety of mens’ fitness mags.

Several magnetized atrocities line his fridge, the most tame being a postcard from Herat, and the wildest being what one could deduce is a toddler’s drawing of Flambae, incongruent body proportions and all, scribbled next to a little girl in pigtails and a tutu. He’s got some pictures of the Z-team up, including at least three photos of himself and prison, and a few less familiar faced- An older man cooking on a hot fire, a woman much closer to Flambae’s age with a husband and a wrapped baby in her arms, and a woman with grey hair sitting in a sunhat staring into the sea.

The stool over to the side seats what looks to be child’s outfit for a ballerina recital, right next to a bag of sewing materials. The leotard is a red velvet, while the tiny tutu is in a pink chiffon.

Flambae leans over to uncover a place of plain rice and chicken from near the stove, placing it on the ground to eat. He pulls out a chair from the dining table, presumably for Robert, before looking up and glaring in response to that remark.]

Are you calling me basic?

[also in addition to his orange boots, some black nikes, and some birkenstocks on the shoe rack…,,, there are black stilettos in his size they are just there do not think about them]

Edited 2025-12-16 08:25 (UTC)

[ Beef immediately dives into the food presented (bit on the healthy side but he'll still eat it), while Robert slowly takes in the new environment. Somehow, Flambae owning plants surprises him, like how are they alive and not just ashes? He also maybe expected more of a saturated palette but things like that truly don't matter to him so much (very straight in that regard). He's not even a little bit surprised that there's no actual books on the bookshelf.

He remembers that Flambae has a niece who dances — because of course Robert remembers little things about all the Z-team — and assumes that's who the costume and the drawings belong to. It's the photographs that his eyes linger on most. Of course he has that one picture of him and his dad when he was a kid, but ...

Memories, moments like these? He doesn't even know what those are.

He's a little envious, even more curious, and also a bit confused as to how Flambae became a villain when all of this- his family and the obvious love they have for each other- is so good.

The glare pulls him out of his sad little thoughts though and he huffs softly. ]

Not at all. I think it's nice.

[ He can't even bring himself to be snarky about it. ]

What's for dinner?

[When you’re a military brat moving from country to country, sometimes family is all you’ve got. He’s had so many chances to get his act together, but losing his fingers and the desperate call from his pregnant sister in jail had been his final wakeup call. She had been the one who begged him to take the job at SDN so that she wouldn’t have to make a tough choice- To cut him off, cold turkey, to keep her family’s future from being torched along with his future.

He had taken the job without thinking, as it was his only option, but meeting his niece for the first time was what really changed her perspective. She had just been excited to meet her uncle- Unafraid with wide, innocent eyes, running up to hug his ankles when he had stopped by the apartment.

It had changed so much for him- The idea of a true fresh start, the concept of who he could be without all the baggage.

He’s surprised that no trademark jeering follows suit.

Why does he miss it?]

A little salad, some seafood pasta… Aaaand I wasn’t sure if you had a sweet tooth or not, so there is a creamy little dessert thingie in the refrigerator.

[The name is slipping his mind… Also because he is nervous and horny.

He begins to fix Robert a plate, stabbing a fork into one of those freshly marinated shrimps and holding it over to him. What is he doing-]

Also, I saw these at the supermarket and they made me think of you… Since they are so very pale and small like yourself.

Edited 2025-12-17 03:55 (UTC)

[ Kinda crazy how he thought he had this flamboyant shithead all figured out and it turns out he doesn't even know the half of it. Unfortunately that just also means that Robert is all the more curious now.

Flambae shouldn't miss the jeering too bad though, because he's going to earn it back pretty quickly.

First, the menu. Robert nods his approval (as if he can be picky), and kind of smirks at the mention of a sweet tooth. All those twinkies he eats, the occasional chocolate bar, yeah he probably likes a sugary snack once in a while. It does cross his mind that seafood breath is maybe not the most attractive option, but it does actually smell amazing.

Or it did until he was compared to one of the main ingredients. Robert lifts a brow and glances down at the shrimp being ... offered? Is that what's happening? offered to him, then back to Flambae. ]

Okay, well that completely ruined any sort of mood I was feeling toward you tonight, so thanks for that.

[ that's not actually true, but you know. they just can't seem to resist sabotaging one another in some way. ]

[Oh, he figures. The faux air of resistance makes things seem more comfortable.]

H’ohhhhhh!

Really?

[If only Robert knew that very little could keep Flambae from wanting to kiss him. The firestarter’s temper stemmed from seething resentment, bitterness mixed with lust, having felt the most alive when they exchanged blows.

Sex and drugs are fun, so are parties, but nothing else compared to that.

The blood Mecha Man drew from his mouth when he had been slammed into a wall… It had all felt so damn personal.

If he were a better person, wouldn’t Flambae let him go? As their time together at worked passed, he had desperately been trying. Joking around so that they could be friends, trying to cheer him on when it looked like some of the other members had gotten closer to him, and yet…]

Fuuuuuuck, man!

[He whistles, again through that shit gap in his tooth, grabbing a bottle of white wine from the fridge.

Flambae sets it down on the table, grabbing the other chair and sliding it closer to Robert’s.]

I was hoping to put you in my mouth tonight. Buuut, if the vibes are off, whatever!

[You bastard…]

Either way, you’re going to have the best fucking meal of your life! Might as well dig in, Bob-Bob.

Yeah, really.

[ Local man not impressed to be compared to shrimp, go figure.

Even if that's not actually enough to turn him off completely after he's been plagued with horny thoughts for days. Nobody actually needs to know that. Least of all Flambae. His ego is already too big.

Too big like ... something else perhaps—

Nope, no he is not going there. Robert makes himself at home at the table and gets ready to dig in, pausing with a mouthful almost all the way to his lips before Flambae speaks up again.

Bastard indeed. That shot straight to his groin. His own body betrays him, which is actually completely undeserved if you ask him. The food quickly gets shoveled into his mouth.

And damn it all if it's not actually delicious. Does the "Mmf" he gives sound a little too sexual? Oh well. Time to be casual and unaffected. ]

This is good. Sorry, you were saying?

You are so full of shit!

[Oh no.

He has to laugh at that. Genuinely, really laugh. The sound is a lot less like the one that Robert has often heard, free of snark. He’s trying to stay tough the way that awestruck twinks do at the bar… An all too relatable strategy. Instead of eating or pouring himself a glass, he decides to focus on comforting Robert.

So humiliation isn’t his thing. Noted.

He had been planning on starting with a massage to relax those tense muscles. He’ll start with the left shoulder, the same side as the injured ear.

His bare hands are warm to the touch, warmer than most people’s, on account of his stupid abilities. Flambae begins to gently rub circles where he can feel the most stiffness, edging upwards from the shoulder blade to the back of Robert’s neck.]

Ease up, Robert.

Having a little fun isn’t going to kill you.

[What does he say?

That he’s worried about him? That the insolent, dedicated fuck has worked himself too hard lately?]

I’ve got your back tonight.

Edited (gdit phone) 2025-12-17 06:09 (UTC)

[also the eating sounds are really doing it for him twofold

one bc is that what robert sounds like in bed

And two it is the partly hispanic partly afghan auntie in him that is just happy robbo is eating and enjoying his cooking]

What? [ Robert scoffs, but he's amused. Flambae's laughter, his real laughter that is, seems to be infectious. ] You're the one who —

[ His eyes flutter a couple of times in confused blinks. It would seem that this time it's his turn to short circuit as suddenly a hand rests on his shoulder. Robert would like to say with confidence that he's normally not ever this reactive to another person's touch. A little strange when he's reactive in general, but still! For his lack of a social life, he has moments of smoothness.

But it's probably been so long and this weird courtship of theirs has been so much like a roller coaster ride, that at this point Flambae may as well have just stuck his hand down Robert's pants. He feels like he's the firework that's ready to burst. It's awful. And nice. At the same time.

Quietly, he sets his fork down and turns to fully face the insufferable man beside him. For reasons he can't or doesn't want to fathom, his eyes keep dropping to Flambae's lips (and that awful tooth gap) as he speaks. ]

Sir, you've got to stop touching me like that if ... if you... [ fuck ] If you want me to finish this delightful meal you've made me.

[Flambae can take a hint, doing his best to stifle the full-body shiver that comes over him when he sees Robert shyly checking him out. The superpowered hothead would suck him off through dinner if he wasn't scared of the skinny latte prick choking on his food, and momentarily wonders if he should be a little more romantic.

But haven't their most romantic moments been when they've been at each other's throats?

The next few words are low, uttered slowly and seductively. The accent sounds different when he isn't saying something utterly ridiculous.]

Who says that's where I want you to finish?

[Okay, maybe it's a little ridiculous.

The hand on the back of Robert's neck travels beneath his chin, gentle at first, before all of a sudden forcing it upwards. He dives at Robert's neck like an animal, immediately grazing his teeth against the skin, holding it there and sucking before pressing a few kisses against the line of Robert's jaw.]

You can always take this shit to go.

[Is he unbuttoning Robert's SDN uniform shirt with his teeth?!

FREAK]

Can I take you to go?

[ the tension in the air right now is probably so thick that Beef could eat it. But in a way, this has all been building up since their initial encounter. It just happened to get ten times worse when they started to work at SDN.

Sure the words are a little ridiculous but it’s working. He’s wound up tight like some kind of mechanical toy and Flambae going in for the kill at his neck is enough to snap what tiny, insignificant piece of control he’d convinced himself he still had. ]

Shit.

[ a shudder rides all through his body and Robert finally decides he really can’t fucking take it anymore. All things considered- he even got SOME bites of dinner taken care
of- it’s kind of a miracle they lasted so long with only minor touches and no use of their lips at all until this very moment (outside of snarky commentary of course). The pasta is almost entirely forgotten about (to Beef’s advantage) as Robert reaches out to drop his arms against Flambae’s shoulders.

He- wait… is he picking at Robert’s SDN uniform buttons with his teeth??? What is even-

On second thought, does it even matter at this point? No, unfortunately it does not. ]

Sure, why not.

[ that means yes, for the love of god, yes. Still trying to play it cool, but he never stood a chance. ]

[Working together means being in close proximity for a little over eight hours a day, and for Flambae specifically, it is eight hours of resisting the insanely inappropriate urge to spank that flat ass… Or toss the owner of that so called flat ass into a dumpster and then later crawl into it with him… So that the gargantuan goon can play hero and get him out, anyway…

Robert’s still playing it frustratingly cool, so Flambae decides to up the ante, running his gigantic yaoi hands over both sides of Robert’s body, up and down and up again. Damn, trying to unbutton things with his teeth is trickier than he thought it’d be. It’s nowhere nearly as easy as tearing a condom packet… And the first time he attempted that, he absolutely bit a goddamn hole into the stretchy dick wrapper.

When he tries to unlatch his teeth from the second or third button, he finds that he can’t, since one of the threads has gotten stuck in that stupid gap between his teeth. He lets out something like the combination of a yelp and a grown, his hands moving to either side of where his head lays on Robert’s chest, palms splayed and frantically grabbing and slapping at the fabric.

Nooooo.

He’s stuck.]

Mmmmmf…Roberph…!!!

[and then bc he is a diabolical supervillain

He stops his flailing with the fully fingered hand and brings it down far lower, hovering over Robert’s zipper and essentially grabbing his crotch and feeling him up. Flambae can’t fuck this up, he can’t lose the horny head start they had! Oh, wow, Robert is getting hard.

Shit.

That’s nice.

He’s still stuck though.]

Edited 2025-12-17 17:02 (UTC)

[ He had intended to keep (attempting) playing it cool, even when Flambae's hands— that have no right to be so warm or so large — are running along his sides over his SDN shirt. But getting a fucking tooth or lack thereof stuck in the buttons? That does it for him. That's the last straw.

Well, no, being felt up between his legs is actually the last straw, but both incidents are equally guilty for pushing Robert over the edge.

He puts his own hands— smaller, rougher, warm right now thanks to the unbridled wave of lust that's unfairly assaulted him — on either side of Flambae's head to help ease him away from the buttons and their threads. Maybe not so much ease as yank him out of it actually, but the dispatcher has found that all of his patience is gone.

In fact, he only manages to get out one quick, partly breathless statement. ]

You're such a fucking idiot.

[ And then, with those hands where they are, he brings Flambae up to him so he can smash their mouths together. Robert is no longer certain of how long he's been wanting this, but judging by the heat of it, the urgency, the lack of further tactic, it's been a while. ]

[He is and he knows it, too.

He's grateful that when Robert frees him, he only has a moment to look up at the other man pathetically, groveling in a moment of weakness before he's kissed as roughly and hastily as he's so desperately wished for all this time. here was a reason he hadn't gone for a kiss on the lips immediately, that the intimacy of something so sweet was utterly terrifying, and that it would confirm what he know to be true now. All the pride, the fury burning into a nearly murderous resentment, is a byproduct of the sinking realization that it's true, that nothing and no one could do it for him like Mecha Man, no matter what wild nonsense they got up to.

Flambae kisses back with a similar sort of aggression, enjoying the rub of scruff against scruff, savoring the sensation of Robert's tongue and even teeth against his. He doesn't joke, doesn't say a word about how his own cooking tastes better on Robert's lips, because giving the actual real, actual hero a chance to consider that his decision may be the wrong one could be the end of all of it. It isn't helping anything that this is how Flambae likes to be kissed, thoughtlessly and like he's a need more than a want, with subtle reminders that the hands on his body belong to someone who could knock him down or force him to his knees if things really got to that point.

Clumsily and still kissing Robert repeatedly, he does his best to manuever his body so that he can pick the dispatcher up, bridal carrying the other man into the bedroom and throwing him onto the mattress.

It's scary that Robert was so easy to lift, even though Flambae is almost certain he's not the one who is going to be badly hurt tonight.

He'll make sure of it. He'll take good care of him this time, swallow his temper and probably a whole lot of something else-]

[ Thoughtlessly and with need more than want is definitely the way to describe Robert's actions at the moment. He is still aware that he's making decisions though, and he doesn't want to take this one back. Even if Flambae is an actual flaming idiot. He isn't threatened by how easily the former villain can just scoop him up into those muscular, no-spotter-needed arms precisely because he knows he can still get the best of him. If he wants to.

He doesn't think he wants to at the moment. Not in the usual way, anyway. There are other parts of Flambae that he wants to see the best of-

Well, anyway. He lands on the bed and his hands immediately scrabble to get the rest of the buttons on his uniform. But he doesn't even quite finish that before he's reaching out to grab Flambae again. Fuck, he's not done kissing him, he can't be that far away. Kind of embarrassing that this big, scary guy missing teeth and fingers is scared he's going to push Robert away, and Robert himself has just decided that he's not going to hold back anymore.

But they've already gotten this far... ]

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beef slander, joking but like i guess animal violence (potential)

this is all nsfw, but also...nsfw

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cw: cringe millennial dialogue

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unnecessary pt 2

it's very necessary

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not me finally learning there is a space in mecha man after 800 comments but(t) wtever

AWLKEFJj oh no