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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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?]

just tell him you want him to be insane about your fingers only, god

[bobbob]

[ Most of the time Robert doesn't think about how things are different between when he's in the Mecha Man suit and when he's just himself, but his entire adult life has been all about the hero and nothing else. Flambae being the one to turn his eyes to other things is actually incredibly insane. And yet ...

For all his embarrassment he doesn't really mind that it's like this. It feels good to get unraveled so thoroughly even if he still feels a need to yell at Flambae about it. ]

Where else am I supposed to put my hands?

[ Besides, he likes touching Flambae's hair. And he doesn't care one bit if he musses it up a little, but he decides not to say that out loud. There is also the fact that he's too horny and starved to actually consider saying things like that in the first place.

The sigh he gives is one of resignation, a little laugh follows. He feels slightly unhinged about it, but isn't there something funny about this whole situation? Flambae thinks he's hurt Robert's feelings, Robert is just mad that he isn't getting continuous attention when he feels like his dick is about to burst. ]

You're ... teasing me.

[ Isn't that what their whole dynamic is basically about, Robert? Honestly he doesn't know why he feels this way or why he said that. It just sort of came out, like the rest of the sounds he was so certain he wasn't going to make. Any other retorts or explanations are swallowed right back down again as Flambae puts his mouth back over his cock. The next sound he gives is an incomprehensible groan as his head rolls back into the blankets and his hips fight not to lift off the mattress.

With a little encouragement from Flambae (and his hand on his ass cheek...) though, he finally lets it happen. His back arches and his hips start to roll in a needy but steady sort of way. He trusts Flambae more than he trusts himself with all this, and the huge prick better appreciate it, so he isn't going to try and overpower the pace or anything like that. He doesn't even want to hurt Flambae or anything, even if a little roughhousing is actually very hot.

His lips break apart again as he chases after a breath, another moan escaping him too because fuck it. Guess he really can't be quiet when it's the first time in a long time someone's touching his dick. And he finds he doesn't know what else to do with himself besides. He wants to return the favor, he wants to touch and taste Flambae too, but the guy won't even let him curl his fingers into that silky, perfectly washed hair. He might do it anyway, honestly. ]

That's it... [ He breathes out, hoping he sounds encouraging in a way Flambae is receptive to. ] That's better.

[incinerhater]

[No.

The laugh is so cute. It’s these stupid little things during the incredibly freaky nonsense he usually gets up to that keep him up at night. That being said, all of the tomfoolery tonight with Robert has been relatively vanilla, and yet it’s somehow the most satisfying night he’s had since almost winning against Mecha Man that one time… Or at least, that’s how he likes to frame it.

When he next comes up for air, Flambae gasps, growling, then spitting on Robert’s dick before jerking him off aggressively. God, that’s a lot of saliva, he’s… Really been slobbering on that knob, Christ.

He does get a little distracted, seeing just how engorged Robert looks. He of all people knows a well satisfied cock when he sees one, and has to look down for a second.

Why, all of a sudden, is he feeling so shy?]

Up your own ass-hole, asshole!

[With the three fingered hand, Flambae gives Robert the middle finger. Somehow both of those are still attached. ]

How’s that for a tease, huh?

[Pronounced more like *HAH???? Anyways…

He leans inwards to keep going, wincing a little. His jaw is a tad sore, which is no fault of Robert’s, who has been winningly compassionate with him thus far. It’s Flambae’s own damn fault once again, but you know what, if he isn’t determined to finish Robert off like a fucking champion…]

yaoi observation pt 2

[incinerhater]

[Also robert lifting his hips off that damn mattress… it’s over he wants the ring finger back so he can propose this sucks]

cw: finger freak

[bobbob]

[ Robert is about 99.9999999% certain that he did not almost lose to Flambae that fateful night in the burning building.

Though it seems some vengeance is being had here in Flambae's room, whether Robert wants it to or not. Even, somehow, having his dick spit on before it's stroked is weirdly arousing to him. This is all just a lot of realization that he's had some things pent up for a while and previously had no intention to vent them out in any sort of way.

Still, for all these revelations he's having, for how stiff his cock is and how close he is to coming with any sudden movement, he can still manage to give Flambae a deadpanned look. Yeah, he bets Flambae would like that.

And he would like it if Flambae liked it, but that's beside the point.

Thoughts of fingers in assholes and who's topping or how he might be okay with both scenarios haven't yet occurred to him in any life-changing way. But he's looking at that hand flipping him off, the neighbor to what remains of the ones that Robert took from him. A really sudden urge comes over him that he can't really explain. He feels remorse for what he did, but he's also still very aroused, intoxicated by the need to touch this man, to obtain him in ways he never could before. Maybe, also, to make up for doing what he did.

Without responding to the so-called tease, he reaches out to take that hand with his own. He straightens the fingers out and brings his lips to the stumps of his ring and pinkie fingers to kiss them gently. And then he slides them into his mouth. The suck he gives those poor little appendages is similar to what Flambae's been doing to his cock, he even gives a small, brief groan of appreciation. Like he's been waiting for a chance to do this for a while. ]

[incinerhater]

[Flambae is so busy trying to get Mecha Man to come in his mouth that at first he barely registers his hand is being tugged, at first thinking that maybe they would be playing footsie with their fingers or whatever. Shit, isn’t that just holding hands? Whatever.

Oh.

The kisses to the knuckles are oddly sweet, so much so that he locks them momentarily to prevent them from fully balling into a fist again. Then they are pulled into Robert’s mouth and sucked, something Flambae was apparently too stupid to be expecting. The overwhelming surprise is so great, he nearly chokes, opening his mouth to let out a high-pitched, open-mawed sound of desperation. It’s not a scream per se, not quite as loud, but boy is it visceral. Flambae’s free hand grabs onto Robert’s left cheek just so that he can hold onto something, his nose nuzzling right into the base of Robert’s dick.]

What the fuck, Robert!

[He makes another loud noise, aroused and frightened all at once. No, no, no, Robert has to finish and fast, that’s what the fiery hero had promised him, hadn’t he.]

Stop, I…

[He can feel the fabric of his underwear being soaked through. God, he’s gonna have to get the pre-cum out of these in one of the apartment’s shared laundry machines. Humiliating!]

I think I’m going to lose…

[He despises how he sounds.

His voice is hoarse, desperate. The way it can get when he feels down on himself during a dispatch, almost willing to throw in the towel.]

I think I’m going to lose it.

[bobbob]

[ That sound Flambae makes is enough to get Robert to pause in what he's doing, frozen in time like he can't decide if he's actually just ruined everything.

He does release the fingers though, letting them slip from his mouth with a shudder that he tries to hide. Seriously though, what did come over him? ]

Sorry, I don't know why I-

[ He doesn't have an excuse even, especially since he wanted to do that. And he liked doing it. Also, why is Flambae just buried in his dick at the moment? It's hard to talk to him like this, so he gently urges him to look up a bit. ]

Hey, look at me.

[ He knows that tone that Flambae uses, knows it requires some careful wording and genuine encouragement. How is it that this man can be so obnoxious and terrible and frustrating, and then exactly one split second later, he can make Robert's heart want to crumble into dust? He feels sad and endeared at the same time. He wants to shake the nonsense out of Flambae but also bring him comfort. ]

Did you... hate that?

[ Part of him is really, really hoping that's not the case. Because he'll feel awful about it, especially when it did nothing to temper his own horniness. He'll do anything to make up for it though, that's the really scary part for him. When did this happen? When did he feel so much for Flambae, was it before or after seeing his grindr pics? Before, it was before, he's just in denial.

He moves his leg a little, nudging against Flambae in what he hopes is a nice gesture, his toes gently pressing against him since he's too far to really be up in Robert's arms. ]

I don't mind if you lose it a little, actually.

[ He's already become plenty unraveled thanks to Flambae, he would accept the same if it was the other way around. He'd feel more normal in fact. ]

cw: homophobia, religious trauma, blasphemy

[incinerhater]

[Sorry?

Flambae tilts his head slightly upward, lurching towards the sound of a genuine apology, his bright eyes curious. He knows for a fact that he's never let himself look this meek in Robert's presence before, especially not in the company of the others.

It feels like weakness. Flambae does not take to weakness well, hence the lack of open humility in most regards, primarily because it reminds him of darker times. He remembers sitting through sermons at his grandmother's Church, simmering in resentment as he eyed that statue of Jesus up and down, wondering what the fuck he was even doing in there. Him and Jesus both... Those sermons were about sin and not wanting and blah, blah, blah, blah, blah... But they had pinned their prophet up on the cross like some sexy, kinky pinup model?! It had made him paranoid, as he often wondered if anyone noticed the way he eyed Jesus' nearly naked body with a mixture of bitterness and bizarre curiosity, wondering if one day he was ever going to see something similar in a situation where the sexy/naked man in question wasn't going to end up ostracized or dead.

So he furrows his brows, doing his best to look irritated, although he still appears more wary than truly furious.]

No.

[It's hard to be honest with Robert.

Flambae is really trying his best- He means it, though.

When Robert gives him a little leeway, egging him on in the way that he can, Flambae closes his eyes and allows himself to maybe kind of enjoy whatever kindness the former hero is offering him. It's nice, even if he can't look Robert in the eye.]

Teasing... You're one to talk! You're always fucking teasing me, out there in front of everybody...!

[Ugh, Robert is going to feel that dampness, too.

At the same time, it's what Flambae wants. To let Robert know just how badly he has it for him, that he wants him more than anything, that all the stupid bullshit they've been through even tonight is worth being so rife with shame.]

What if I had really wanted to ask you to dinner, huh?

[Don't say it, stop talking-]

That was fucking embarrassing.

[Shut up, shut up, shut up.

He had said it himself, hadn't he? That whole thing about self sabotage.

Flambae tilts his head down again. Ugh, he really is pathetic isn't he.]

I just thought I saw you looking, the other day...

[A miserable excuse. He had thought no such thing- What really drove him up the wall was how little Robert seemed to look at him at all. Apparently he did, what with the Grindr fiasco, and-]

But that was my big bozo-fucking mistake.

[bobbob]

[ It feels weird to kind of sigh in relief when Flambae says he didn't totally hate that momentary lapse of horny judgment when Robert took the remains of those fingers into his mouth.

He can't really know what kinds of things are running through that fiery brain at the moment. His childhood was nothing like Flambae's. Little Robert was mostly left watching his dad be a hero while wishing he could have some more time with him, bothering Chase for all kinds of treats and simply to hang out with him because he probably really needed an actual friend. There wasn't any room to think about how the shapes of boys or girls affected him or where he wanted to put his mouth or whose fingers he might want to forcibly remove... ]

Is that not what we're doing now? [ Well, they were. He bends forward, even if it's a bit uncomfortable when he's still pretty hard. But it's just so he can reach more of Flambae better. ] You asked me to dinner.

[ But no, he understands what's being said. And there it is again, that pang of guilt that he never thought he would ever feel when thinking of Flambae unless it was about his (actually unintentional) disfigurement. He thought that was just how they were, trading barbs back and forth, especially in front of the others...

Did it really bother Flambae that much? ]

Ask me next time then. In front of all of them.

[ He doubts Flambae will have the brass to do that, but he'd say yes just to prove a point. That he does want to be asked. That he is interested in this, if his body's horny responses aren't anything to go by. It isn't just about lust though, which is the scariest thing of all. But they can still figure it out together. ]

Flambae. [ He really wishes he knew his name now, damn. ] What I'm trying to say is ... you didn't make a mistake. I'm not messing with you right now, I really fucking want to touch you.

[ And kiss him and suck..on him ... and maybe just chill out in his arms for a while, eat his cooking, drink some wine ... It's all so sudden (he thinks it is, but again he is a stupid white straight-coded-even-though-bi man), but he's taking it seriously. ] And, uh, no one put me up to looking up your profile, either.

[ He did that all on his own, downloaded the app, came up with his dumb username, took blurry pictures... all for Flambae. Damn it. ]

[incinerhater]

[As soon as he utters that last breath of bitterness, Flambae fights the urge to hide his face in Robert’s junk again, forcing himself to look up at his date and really listen.

He’s silent the whole time, letting the other man speak for once in full. The hot-tempered hero’s stomach twists with every kind, honest declaration, pushing him deeper and deeper into of a familiar well of self loathing.

That was why he had been the last to show up to Robert’s housewarming party, flipping between blind rage and outright despair, irritated at himself for still being capable of such dangerous behavior. If he had killed or severely injured Robert, it would have surely ended in his own arrest,and even worse, he’d be stuck in a world without Robert Robertson III.

Without him, not Mecha Man. They are one and the same, but Robert is so much kinder in close proximity. Cuter, too. It’s not as though he can’t protect himself from criminals, but…

He’s oddly… Fragile isn’t the right term. English was never Flambae’s first language, so he doesn’t quite have a word for it, but Robert is the kind of person who overextends himself for others until there’s nothing left.

Flambae begins to kiss up and down Robert’s cock again, fondling him with the hand that Robert just had in his mouth, taking note of how the fingers are still wet.]

I made you dinner. And you made me nervous! Fucker.

[His delivery isn’t spiteful for once. It’s just a gentle reminder that whatever went down tonight was… A little bit more than a dinner date at a restaurant.

Flambae hears Robert say his hero alias and shivers. What the fuck, he might as well have been kissed the back of his neck several times. That was so tender.

When reminded of the Z-team and SDN, he says nothing. Flambae only makes a mental note to pick up a bouquet of blue daisies the grocery store before getting to work- They’re a simple flower, less ostentatious than roses or carnations, and they’re a hell of a lot less sappy.

They also share the same color scheme as Mecha Man’s super suit. The blues and yellows are okay, even if the shape of tbe suit itself is what Flambae would refer to as hideous. It sort of makes Robert look a pocket vibrator, or the 🧍 emoji.

Thankfully, he has the sense not to say any of that out loud. Instead, he’ll kiss Robert(‘s mecha dick) one last time before backing away slightly, looking up at Robert as if to seriously ask him permission.]

I’m going to grab some lube from my dresser, okay?

[wtf is this voice and why does he actually sound considerate????? Ok but the accent is ofc still there]

I wanna try something. It’s the kind of, uh…

[Say it. Robert has been through enough tonight.]

Stupid thing I’ve only done with boyfriends before.

Is that cool with you?

[bobbob]

[ Robert doesn't know what to expect after what he's all said. Talking to Flambae really is like playing hot and cold. He even thinks for a second maybe he'll get incinerated after all, even if his intentions were good! His intentions were probably good when he just wanted to talk that fateful night too, and look where that landed them. Flambae lost his fingers and Robert apparently picked up a kink (and a lot of remorse).

There's almost a moment where he flinches, but it turns into a shaky sigh as Flambae takes up kissing his cock again. He doesn't know how he can actually handle being alive right now when he's both trying to be considerate and horny as fuck at the same time. ]

You did and, ah... it was great.

[ It is great. It's more than anyone has done for Robert in years. Maybe it's more than anyone's ever done ever? Presumably he had some dates before his father died and Mecha Man became his life but ... did he really? Did anyone really take care of him or was it all physical release and nothing more?

There is some difficulty in forming thoughts when Flambae is using his mouth — and he is good at that, which is infuriating — but with a quiet voice, he just adds in quickly: ]

I'm nervous too.

[ Maybe that is the actual real definition for most of what he's been feeling all night. Horny, yes, mad, yes, infatuated probably. But above all nervous. He doesn't know how to do this, especially since he wants to do it right so badly. Doing something for himself that he wants is so rare for him it's kind of pathetic, and that makes him a little scared.

So maybe they're both just stupid.

He completely resents being thought of as a pocket vibrator in his super suit, by the way. ]

Y... yeah. It's okay.

[ He feels like his face is on fire again with the rush of feelings that Flambae's question spears him with. He's really, really curious, a little embarrassed (is he on the bottom?), and a little happy that suddenly it sounds less like Flambae is going to start him on fire and more like he's trying as hard as Robert to keep things room temperature or at least slightly above average.

(He knows Flambae has been trying hard, but you get what I mean)

Also he said he's only done this with boyfriends before, so does that mean ...? Should he bring that up now... he feels so confused over what seems very simple. Fucked up, actually.

But ... nice. ]

[incinerhater]

[ok but the 🧍 emoji is fine????]

Okay!

[The hookup scene in Torrance comes with its own variety of unspoken rules, and in the particular circles Flambae tends to run in, often full of high profile superfreaks or D-list celebrities, there's a pressure for sex to be as kinky as possible. What they're about to do isn't something Flambae's heard too many potential partners ask for, and it's something he's often done for the men he loves since someone of his size and warmth isn't always easy to work with, particularly after a long workday.

He slides upwards before parting ways, just so he can see how sexually frustrated Robert is up close.]

Bye-bye, Bobbert. ❤︎

[He'll turn and head into the bathroom, waving with the undamaged hand and doing his best Terminator impersonation... Which just sounds like his regular voice, tbh.]

I'll be back.

[Flambae doesn't take very long in the restroom, since he doesn't want to keep Robert waiting long enough for him to lose interest. When he heads back the direction of the bed, he steps through the darkness and into the light with a quiet intensity about him, similar to the menacing energy he had after stepping out of the smoke all those years ago.

The most noteworthy difference in his appearance is that his hair is now down, the silky, wavy locks curling around his shoulders. He drops a tightly capped bottle of lube on the side of the bed, then spreading a purple beach towel horizontally over the foot of it. Just before hopping back into bed, Flambae stands upright and steps out of his underwear, taking care to pull the fabric off just right so that Robert can catch a glimpse of the exaggerated bounce the motion creates. To everyone's dismay including Icki's own, the man really is packing, something only more evident when he is this far along.

Then once again, like a large wildcat, he pounces on the bed and Robert in particular, pulling the pants and underwear off the other's body in a fluid range of motions.]

Come sit on me again.

[This time he sits on the towel, eyeing the vertical mirror that catches his own reflection across the way. Flambae ensures that his three-fingered hand is near the lube on the opposite side of himself and Robert, mostly so that he can get to it with ease of reach.]

Only this time, I want you to face the other way...

[sorry robert he is literally dragging you across the mattress by the ankles and pulling your legs apart]

And spread those fucking cheeks, man. C'mon!

[bobbob]

[ the 🧍‍♂️emoji is fine

With the way Flambae looks at him, Robert regrets being tender just five seconds ago. This dick!!

Because he is still very sexually frustrated. Despite the hiccups, despite both men being apparently quite hopeless about things like this when they matter, he's still incredibly aroused. Robert in fact thinks he gets a breather when Flambae leaves him for the bathroom for a few moments. He sighs deeply, brushing his hand up over his forehead and into his hair. What am I doing... is the thought that runs through his mind, as if there's any answer for it that makes sense.

And then every thought leaves altogether when Flambae emerges with his hair down and the intensity of their last battle just emanating from him like he can summon it at will. He looks so ... good.

A strangled noise is caught in his throat in response to that exaggerated bounce, a pure pulse of desire dropping straight into the pit of his stomach and rooting itself there. He's a tangle of limbs and fabric as he's pounced on, falling back against the bed. ]

Fuck, shit — wait! [ He pants, grasping at ... well he doesn't even know what he's grasping at, it just feels like he needs something to hold onto. ]

Flambae— [ Hopefully the sheer desperation born out of thirst can be heard in the crackle of his voice as he gives a playful shove in retaliation. He would in fact engage in a sexy wrestling match if provoked. But he's so flustered that he just kind of obediently ends up in Flambae's lap again, only with his back pressed up against that ridiculously broad chest. Something else that's ridiculous? The size of this man's dick and how when he can feel it against his ass, he gives a weak, frustrated groan of want. His voice is breathy and takes an effort, but he's determined to get in a word. ]

Are you even going to tell me what you're up to?

[ Does he want to know or does he just want to continue being pulled around and manhandled? Probably the latter, no matter how much he wants to convince himself of the former. Just out of spite, he reaches back to grip Flambae's hip firmly so he can grind himself back against his cock. He won't go down without a fight. ]

sorry for using the worst possible icons for these scenarios

[incinerhater]

[Flambae knows he looks good, that wicked grin of his only widening as he pulls his pasty/horny prey closer. He goes to the gym twice a day and has tried every non-invasive beauty treatment under the sun. And if that head of his wasn't already full of not just hot air but highly flammable gas, he's somehow made his way onto a list of Grindr's most fuckable super-bachelors the third year in a row.

But it isn't enough for someone who must have been so coveted when he was in his prime, or so Flambae (very foolishly) thinks. Sure, Robert is burnt out and pathetically alone, but that's after years of bashing heads in the business, right? Surely he's had his pick of the sexy and superpowered lot, so if Flambae wants to keep him interested he'll have to do anything and everything possible to keep him coming back to (and in) his bed.

The playful shove is so cute, Flambae instinctively nestles his bearded chin into the crook of Robert's neck, prepared to say something horribly filthy, only he can't find the words.

One hand locks under and around Robert's left thigh, tugging it towards him, while the other settles back down and around the base of his cock again, stroking over and over, although that's the best Flambae can do when he's this aroused. He moans, the sound un-stifled this time because he feels safer behind Robert, surprised by how quickly he almost comes between the decorated hero's cheeks, his teeth traveling over the scars closest to him on Robert's shoulders.

He's given Robert a lot of crap for being small in other departments, but if he were to be really honest, he just so happens to be the foul-mouthed superdouche's favorite size and shape. Flambae has never been all that much of a size queen, especially since he's mostly swiped right on with the expectation that he'll be topping these days, and boyfriend dick is the most reliable kind. It's enough to satisfy without ruining the next morning, and also takes a lot less time to work up than something Flambae-adjacent. He didn't get up to it tonight, but sometimes he'll do a little prep work before a hookup so that things don't stall to epic proportions.

Flambae moves his hips too, willingly and without hesitation, dimly registering how Robert says his name. He's so used to being scolded that it almost feels as though this is the exact moment he'll wake up from it all. Goddamnit, he'll be yanking it to the thought of that moment for weeks to come. He hates it here.]

Uh...

[also sounding a lot like an "AH"-]

I don't know? I don't know the word for it... Are there sexy medical terms, fuck!

[please. let us all imagine the gag of him trying to pronounce the word "intercrural" in that accent]

It's, like, fucking you? But also not fucking you. You get what I'm saying? Like putting my dick between your-AH!

[It sucks that it's this moment in time, when he needs to pull Robert's hips up and over his own cock to get in the right position, that he's remembering all of it. That where his fingers are traveling, his tongue and lips have also been, and that he's just now realizing how sadly significant all of this is for him. When his eyes had been open, he had greedily admired Robert's abs, watching them get even tighter the deeper Flambae had taken him in.

God, he's so close... He has to sink his teeth into something to keep from climaxing, so he settles for Robert's chipped ear. He takes a deep, hot breath inwards, and continues in what is the hoarsest his voice has sounded all evening.]

Like, having... Unh... Shoving my shit between your thighs, basically...

[#romance]

Hnnnnngh, can't think straight, neverwasstraightobeginwith, ugh...!