CALL ME OUT

[bootyhunter]

CALL ME OUT:

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Currently writing Dandy (Space Dandy) / Rex Splode (Invincible) / and Simon Laurent (Infinity Train)

bootyhunter / himbomb / incelligent



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*Note: Sakamoto Tatsuma (Gintama) kaihentai and Asher Millstone (How to Get Away With Murder) moneyballer available on request



Also voicetesting Mike Wazowski (Monsters Inc) googlybear / Eddy (Ed, Edd, n' Eddy) edboy / Reagan Ridley (Inside Job) madcryentist / Abdul Ali (Squid Game) aitbaar / Portia Davenport (Search Party) portialain / Elliot Goss (Search Party) confabulous / Fleabag (Fleabag) feminitwit / Johnny Bravo (Johny Bravo) pretteh / and Joel Hammond (Santa Clarita Diet) screechy

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[bobbob]

[ 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?

[incinerhater]

[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.

[bobbob]

[ 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. ]

[incinerhater]

[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.

[bobbob]

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?

[incinerhater]

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.

unnecessary pt 2

[incinerhater]

[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]

it's very necessary

[bobbob]

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.

[incinerhater]

[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?

[bobbob]

[ 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. ]

[incinerhater]

[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.]

[bobbob]

[ 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. ]

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

[incinerhater]

[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-]

AWLKEFJj oh no

[bobbob]

[ 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... ]

[incinerhater]

[And therein lies the root of it. That Robert can still best him at any turn, despite having a severe disadvantage in nearly every regard in combat.

He lets himself be dragged, all too willing to be pulled in, eager to continue this oddly competitive makeout session until his kisses slow down, his mouth opens wider, and he has to take deeper breaths in between.

Robert has always been better at pacing himself, which probably comes with all that stamina he’s built up over the years of playing superhero kick the can. So the one who "loses," yet again, is Flambae, who almost unwillingly breaks the kiss. He takes this moment to shove his head past Robert's on the left side, relishing the scrape of scruff against scruff, panting wide-mouthed and openly against the chipped ear. In a huffy state of defeat, he allows his fingers to slip and slide over the buttons of the SDN uniform, doing a better job of undressing Robert this time around. Flambae has gotten pretty used to working with what he has left, although his dexterity gets worse when he's excited or as severely aroused as he is right now. He then slides his knee between Robert’s legs, doing his best to only tease and not completely crush the other man’s balls, grinding against what he can make out of the other's cock through synthetic fabric.

God, SDN is so fucking cheap sometimes.

Flambae uses this moment of "respite" to lurch upwards, pulling that Whitney Houston or whatever tank top off his body, revealing those familiar pecs and an ever-present but well-groomed happy trail, letting Robert have a good damn look as he re-does his fucking ponytail. The direct gaze is intense, he’s half-lidded and clearly horned up, but he’ll reach out once again with five fingers to take one of Robert’s hands in his own. He’s gentle at first, taking note of the contrast in size between them, although Robert’s hands are rougher. Now with the SDN shirt open and around the smaller man’s body, he curses himself.

He should’ve known it was him and paid closer attention on the app. The scars are one thing, but it’s the freckles and the subtle coloration of Robert's skin that give it away. How it's worn and thin in some places, the lines on his body sometimes matching the texture of the ones beneath his eyes. Especially the lines that become more prominent when he laughs, gets angry, or looks confused.

Flambae unbuttons and then unzips his own pants with the free, three-fingered hand, wriggling to slide the cloth down and around his waist with a comical level of difficulty. That ass is fat ig??? Oh, so now he's good with his hands. Selfish bastard.]

You-

[He tries to sound intimidating, although in the throes of passion he is anything but, his broad chest still heaving and accented voice raspy as ever. God, he knows how pathetic he looks, which makes him growl as he tugs Robert’s hand to his underwear to feel the raging hard-on that is only getting worse.]

Are fucking responsible for this!

[No, why does he have to moan now?! He thought it would feel satisfying, that Robert’s hands would be smaller than his own around what is inarguably some massive hog, but that's not what's getting him off right now.

What Flambae really feels excited by is the intimacy, the genuine interest that Robert seems to show in him. That he's come all this way, and that Mecha Man isn't just in his apartment, but lying ready and willing in his own bed.]

You better make things right...

[there goes another horny snarl]

Mecha Man.

[bobbob]

[ Maybe they just can't function around each other if it's not a competition of some kind, Robert doesn't know. Most of his thoughts have left him by now, replaced by this crazy amount of lust and way too much urgency. He's gotten the wind knocked out of him so many times, it's kind of nice to lose all your air from something like a greedy kiss. Even though Flambae's breath against his ear is the definition of hot and heavy, a shiver runs all the way through to his toes. Shit, does he have it bad? He might have it bad. As though that knee nudging against his own raging hard-on isn't some kind of proof.

He doesn't normally think much at all of the way his body looks beneath his uniform, but for the first time in a long time, he's suddenly wondering what it's like to be from Flambae's point of view right now. He's not scrawny in his opinion (everyone else is, once again, just too large), but he's thin. The discolored skin and plethora of scars, what if they're a turn off, actually? For a moment, when his shirt falls open and Flambae leans back, Robert's eyes dart around almost anxiously, like he's expecting nuclear fallout for this immediately.

Strangely, it doesn't come. The opposite, in fact, as his hand is taken (notably by the one that has all its fingers...) in such a gentle way that it makes Robert's heart feel warm and silly.

Thankfully that is swapped over pretty quickly back to thirst as he's given a show of Flambae opening up his pants. And fixing his hair. But mostly Robert is thinking about his pants. He blinks in very brief confusion at the accusation before he breaks into a laugh. His free hand comes up against his forehead. Honestly he can't believe either of them right now. What are they, 16, fumbling around with dicks and making out for the first time? May as well be ... ]

Okay, yeah. Guilty.

[ But he's okay with taking the blame for this?

And laughing about how silly they are is a great distraction from the surge of arousal he gets from having his hand placed directly over Flambae's dick. It's too fucking big and he's kind of pissed about it, but not enough so that he needs to stop what they're doing. Especially not when he hears a moan like that. His fingers curl around the shape of his cock, dropping his other hand away from his face so he can prop himself on an elbow. He groans through his teeth but whether it's because of his strokes or because of the way Flambae growls out his superhero name — ]

I will. I'll make it right.

[ he means that in their stupid sex context of the moment but he also means... you know. Everything. He'll be a man about it ...... ] Whatever you want.

[ within reason, obviously. Obviously!!! ]

[incinerhater]

[Flambae's eyelashes flutter when he feels Robert's fingers become curious, allowing himself one weak moment of unabashed pleasure, the guttural sound from his throat unrelenting and honest.

Shortly after, he feels the heat of humiliation color his cheeks, irritated that he's so aroused by something so simple, and...

Hurt by it too. Robert had kissed him so passionately, and yet he chooses now of all times to be polite? Either he's shy or doesn't actually want him that badly. Why didn't he tug at his drawls or expose him, did he not want to feel the heat of Flambae's well cared for skin? The new hero's fiery temper makes its way into the lines around his now curling nose, only he doesn't look as menacing as usual. There it is, one of those flickers of sadness in real time, usually present for a split second prior to one of his high temperature hissy fits.

Only he stews in it now, the storm of emotions simmering and contained.]

Then touch me.

[Flambae hates how much weight Robert's words carry. There is a part of him, somewhere deep down in what is probably one of the least used parts of his brain, right up there with any and all impulse control, that has yearned to hear that desperately.

Yearned to hear it and understands, quietly, that he doesn't deserve it. That a hero like Mecha Man should very well be lying in bed with someone of a similar caliber, established and decorated even though they'd certainly be less overwhelmingly nice to look at.]

Come here.

[Flambae withdraws his touch, shifting and glowering all the while as he adjusts. His back is to the wall with his rear still on the mattress, and he gestures with an index finger for Robert to come towards him.]

Here-

[He puts a (yaoi sized) hand on his own thigh.]

I mean.

[god flambae if you wanted robert in your lap you could at least be nice about it but ig we know who u r]

Come sit.

2/2

[incinerhater]

[unnecessary yaoi observation #2: hE hates that the raspy laugh is so cute to him

even when robert is laughing at him specifically]

aWELKJF I FORGOT THE 2/2

[bobbob]

[ This hot and cold behavior from Flambae is bound to drive Robert insane. He catches that flash of hurt in his eyes and instantly feels two separate emotions. The first is that he's guilty, because he didn't intend to upset the imbecile at all. The second is that he feels indignant. What's he so upset about when Robert is here half naked and desperate to kiss him while his hand is right there on his dick? He doesn't know how to answer this behavior!!

Maybe it's to bully him a little after all.

Robert huffs, a smile just barely on his lips as he pulls his arms free of his shirt, balls it up and tosses it aside somewhere. He climbs up onto Flambae's lap easily. ]

You're insufferable, you know that.

[ He doesn't sit down right away, just sort of straddles him so he can drop forward and kiss Flambae's lips again. One of his hands keeps a firm hold on the man's chin so he doesn't try to escape it with more puppy-eyed looks or lip quivers. Robert won't survive them a second time in so many minutes.

The thing is, he still wants the big strong idiot very passionately. He just - as usual - has no idea what he's doing. He's just doing it.

And once his kiss is out of the way (for now), he does settle down onto Flambae's lap, swearing under his breath as Flambae is hard, and he's hard, and his pants are too tight now.

He leans up against Flambae's neck this time, grazing his lips and then his teeth and then his tongue over the stupidly warm skin. When he speaks, it's in a low tone, mildly teasing but the desire is genuine. He just feels that maybe a little punishment is deserved for pouting. ] I can't get enough of touching you.

1/2

[incinerhater]

[unfortunately i do not have the baby-eyed quietly amused expression icon from when he is watching prism beef with punch-up

but when robert is coming over and letting him get his way

that is the expression he has on his face rip

sorry 4 all of these part replies]

[incinerhater]

[Robert climbs into his lap, and it appears that the beast within him is soothed instantly. He'll even offer Robert another gentle palm to the cheek before being kissed, closing his eyes and letting it all happen, surprised by how firm Robert's hand feels against his stubble and just how much he enjoys the sensation.

He likes that Robert spends so much time kissing him. If it was anyone else, Flambae would have been furious.

One of his hands wraps firmly around Robert's waist, grabbing what appears to be a fistful of flat ass. He gives whatever meat is there a loud spank.]

Bull-to-the-fucking-shit, man!

[i'm sorry he says fuck so much it is really in so many of his ic dialogues

The next few words do not arrive with the petty, biting delivery he wants them to, not with the way that Robert lips and tongue and teeth against his neck is making him want to throw in the towel, the cum towel... The cum towel?!]

You love to suffer.

[Insane thing to say, considering that Flambae's eyes are practically rolling into the back of his head prior to maintaining his composure. If Robert pays any attention to Flambae's Adam's apple with his mouth, he will feel the warmth beneath him get considerably worse.

He can't get enough of touching him?

Flambae will remember that.]

You are clearly a fan of all of the uncomfortable dick touching.

Look at you... I've never seen you so hot. And I've almost set you on fire before...

[He'll give Mecha Man the satisfaction of a loud, unabashed moan before busying his free hand with Robert's belt and zipper. This motion is well-practiced, the gesture efficient and smooth... Unlike whatever he was trying to do with his teeth and the buttons earlier. The hand roughly cupping Robert's rear slides up over the top of his pants and then under the fabric of his underwear, while the other moves to take pull the last layer of fabric between them down and out of the way.

He wastes no time in taking Robert's cock selfishly in his wildly warm to the touch hand, rubbing it up and down a few times and leering at him so that he can get a good look at Robert's reaction.

Finally, he leans in to kiss him for the last time, whispering against the other's lips-]

When I blow you I want you to squeal.

[bobbob]

[ Flambae gives his ass a smack, and suddenly Robert makes a sort of startled sound up against those lips, past the tooth gap and right into their kiss. Oh, he wasn't expecting that ... or to like it? Fucked up.

Also the f word does not bother me. ]

I think that's you.

[ Flambae is the one who actually loves to suffer, thank you. Though the reality is that they both appear to like it to a compatible degree, and no one probably wants to think too deeply on that.

His lips do travel, along the pulse in Flambae's neck, to that obnoxious jut of his Adam's apple. He rests his palms against that well-built, muscular chest, crawling his fingers along too-heated skin to get a feel for it. He's not rough and scarred like Robert is, and he didn't expect that, but then he didn't know what he was expecting. Flambae is absolutely not wrong (for once) . . . the dispatcher might as well be on fire right now with how hot his blood is running.

He's honestly glad that the next movements are more successful than his buttons and Flambae's (lack of) teeth, answering that loud moan with a drawn out groan of his own. ] Fuck-

[ See, he can't watch his mouth either when he's in the middle of the fever of the century. Flambae better etch the sight of this in his memory, because Robert doesn't know if he'll let himself lose this kind of control again. All that repression is just rolling away from him in waves, and that should be embarrassing but unfortunately he's thinking almost entirely with his cock at the moment. His eyes are closed, his brows pinched, and his mouth still hangs open slightly even when he tears it away from Flambae's neck with a weighted, broken breath. ]

Not fucking happening.

[ He insists, jerking his hips forward so he grinds into Flambae's hand. ] But you can try.

[ Really bold words all things considered, but he is not a squealer. He's sure he's not a squealier. God, what if he is, he'll never live it down. ]

[incinerhater]

[Only when the one torturing me is you.

He doesn’t say it out loud, too enthralled by the look on Robert’s face when he closes his eyes. Burned into his memory? Oh, it won’t just be the image, although that will certainly be a part of it. It’s the way Robert cries out in surprise, like he didn’t even know that being touched that way would turn him on. How his skin feels when he clearly can’t help himself, rutting into Flambae’s warm, smooth hands like some kind of helplessly horny animal. Oh, poor stupid man, having to navigate a world still largely reeking of puritanical structures. He’s never let himself get fucked before, not really.

Something changes when Flambae next speaks. He doesn’t stop pleasuring Robert, instead taking the time with this particular stroke to fondle his balls a little bit, giving him a clear once-over in close proximity. Words aren’t spoken, but he does his best to communicate with his eyes.

He likes how Robert looks with his pants down explicitly. Cock and balls, scars and all, even and especially the hair on his body.]

Oh? But, Mecha Man…

[Wasn’t Robert listening? He’s detail-oriented. Doesn’t he know? Repression is one of Flambae’s biggest turn ons.

What’s frightening in this moment isn’t Flambae’s size or stature, it’s how goddamn sure he is that he knows what Robert wants.]

Who else knows you like I do?

[Every body part he’s missing, Robert took from him. Everything else is “perfect.” No scars, well-maintained, not a wrinkle or blemish in sight.

He finally feels comfortable pinning Robert down. It’s hard, hell, he’s hard… What with the size difference and all, to continue jerking Robert off when Flambae pushed the smaller man back down. He begins to move downwards, kissing Robert’s chest and catching whatever scars and bruises he can get with his lips and teeth, taking special care to nuzzle his chest hair, no matter how embarrassing or silly the gesture.

Flambae whispers, blowing hot air over wet skin, smiling wickedly as his lips get closer and closer to the tip of Robert’s cock. He lets his beard drag over the trail of hair just above it.]

The last time we danced together…

[To torture him, to really, truly make Robert suffer, he removes his hands. For a moment, he doesn’t touch him at all, letting him lie there and seeing if he can see his cock twitch.

That’s before he takes the full length of him straight into his mouth, going all the way down, letting Robert hit the back of his throat if he’s big enough.

Flambae doesn’t look all that uncomfortable, no matter how full his mouth is. He’s had bigger, but this is better.

He doesn’t close his eyes, coming back up like an Olympic swimmer doing a victory lap. Flambae chuckles under his breath, panting against the wet skin.]

It didn’t feel intimate to you?

[He wonders if he should say it. Before losing his fingers, it had honestly felt like the best sex he’d never had.]

You don’t know me that well, Robert.

I can keep a secret.

We just have to be close.

[bobbob]

[ Everything was fine when Robert constantly felt like he had the upper hand, or like he could keep his cool even when he's hotter than the sun on the inside (is this how Flambae feels all the time??). But he isn't so sure that that's how things are anymore. Flambae knows what he's doing even without a full set of fingers, and it's not like Robert has just been hooking up with other guys left and right. He hasn't been hooking up with anyone.

So is he losing his mind a little with each and every touch, with the updown that Flambae gives him that doesn't seem to be displeased with his body or the scars or anything else at all? Yeah, he is. Goddammit.

He feels like he's been running and his breath won't catch up, but he forces himself to breathe, looking up at Flambae with wide eyes, wild and searching like they really are in the middle of their dance in that flaming building. Like he's ready to fight. ]

That's not — [ It's not what. It's not correct? It's not fair? Where the fuck did Flambae get this kind of power? Even more pressing, did he always have this kind of sex appeal?

Robert is panicking. He closes his eyes, letting out a groan of frustrated pleasure just from the friction of Flambae's stubble against his skin. When he's opened them again, the too-large idiot is just there, not even touching him anymore. There's no point in stopping the sort of strangled whine that squeezes its way out of his throat. It's what Flambae wants to hear isn't it? Embarrassing as fuck, and Robert's face feels as red as Malevola's natural complexion, but damn if the man didn't earn this little reward.

He wanted to see Robert's cock twitch? He gets his wish. Every part of him, every nerve, feels starved. Not even when Flambae goes in for the killing blow — damn he really took the whole thing in one go — does Robert feel remotely sated. It's an awfully good start though. His first instinct is to buckle in on himself and say a lot of colorful things. Mostly just the swears come through as his hand flies down to grip at the blankets beneath him. He knows his dick isn't as sizeable as someone who's over six feet tall, but he hadn't thought it tiny either, no matter what certain lyrics were changed to say. That was not only a bit impressive, it was sexy as hell. ]

Fuck. Okay, fuck.

[ His free hand immediately finds its way to Flambae's head, curling in against his hair and scalp. ]

I surrender. Will you stop being such a prick? [ He pants. Pathetically. ] Please.

cw: fingore that like. results in horniness im sorry to everyone and god

[incinerhater]

[Unfortunately, his gay ass is not thinking about Malevola at all when he sees Robert's red face. Is this how he's ever looked inside that ugly-ass robot? Flambae had pulled no punches, releasing every vicious onslaught of open (literal) fire to get what he wanted out of the other guy, to hear him fight back and feel it too.

This is different, although then again, not so much. Robert is just as loud in bed as he is when he throws a punch, and super-powerless as he may be, he's more fun to watch when it's just him, doing wild shit like biting people's fingers off in a bar fight. It was definitely the most disgusting thing that's ever turned Flambae on, although the sensation was ephemeral, soon followed by extreme jealousy. So this guy just has a disembodied finger-fetish or what?! Annoying, he thought he was the only one, he thought he was special, damn it!]

Oh, hey, agh, hey! Watch the hair!

[He snarls, having to swallow... Something, looking upwards at Robert's defeated expression, those brows of his furling and unfurling as he tries to put two and two together.

The sounds, although not quite squeals, had been satisfying, along with the sensation of having his tongue wet and warm around Mecha Man's continuously worsening erection, but the sadness or shame or whatever it is that Robert is experiencing actually begins to worry him.

Flambae thought he would be more turned on, seeing Robert so miserable, but that isn't the truth.

He'd like him to be so aroused that when he finally climaxes, he'll crumple on the bed into a stupid little ball, so then Flambae can scoop him up into his big beautiful arms... And they can admire each other's muscles, or whatever, but mostly Flambae's...]

I thought I was already doing that? You know, by putting yours in my mouth, obviously...

[He moves closer again, trying to reorient himself, this time kissing Robert's cock in different places before closing his lips over him again. Robert saying "Surrender," should have sounded sexier, and it did sound sexy, but maybe he's a little embarrassed? Flambae decides he'll have to heat things up.

He finally stops talking, taking Robert in all the way, over and over again, ensuring that he isn't being too painfully aggressive. That his teeth aren't snagging anywhere they shouldn't, that he's as warm and welcoming as possible, even though he's starting to find it hard to breathe. As for his hands, he cups one of Robert's (ass this time) cheeks roughly, jostling it to encourage him to move his hips faster and harder, as he can take it.

He only pauses when he has to, coughing a little bit prior to taking a deep breath. He lets his other hand work while he waits to feel more like a human than a hole again, listening to hear if Robert seems any better, a little scared to look at him.

God, he's so hard. If he comes without even being touched, what is Flambae going to do if they ever hook up again?]