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[bootyhunter]

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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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[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...!

coop suddenly appears

[bobbob]

[ Robert might actually hurt himself laughing if he knew that Flambae thought Mecha Man was getting his pick of the superpowered world. Sure, plenty of heroes respect him, respect the legacy, but they weren't getting into his pants. Let's be real, the actual mecha suit is not very attractive. Royd definitely gives it a glow-up and even then. And the man beneath? No one even knows what's going on with the man beneath. Most of them wouldn't care that he's covered in scars and bruises and everything in between and that it was all for the sake of the city.

The way Flambae nestles against the crook of his neck is also, unfortunately, incredibly cute. It makes Robert's chest flutter in silly ways. Doesn't really last though, since the moment his dick is back in Flambae's hand, he has to stop himself from coming. His poor body has been strung along all evening it feels like, but he's not ready to be done yet either, not when they're almost just getting started.

How is it that even stumbling to find the word is actually really adorable? Flambae isn't allowed to be adorable, that's fucked up. It is, though, and Robert can't help but huff in amusement, in between the little moans that escape him (he is vocal in bed after all. Really weird that he expected differently of himself). ]

Yeah, okay.

[ He manages to utter the words, though they aren't as dryly sarcastic as the delivery was meant to be. He's a little beyond being able to keep a straight face and banter with Flambae. He goes very beyond it when his ear is bitten. ]

Nngh! [ The exclamation is sudden and loud, a mix between shock and ecstasy. He sharply presses back against Flambae's body in the process, the next moan getting stuck right in his throat before most of it can even escape. ]

Maybe — don't think.

[ He pants his words out (having a little trouble with the thinking process himself now). Not thinking should be plenty easy for Flambae though right? Also Robert just wants him to never refer to sticking 'shit' anywhere in his body ever again. He rather he just say penis, somehow that's better. Anyway, he hopes he can last long enough to enjoy this ... especially since it's reserved for boyfriends ... ]

[incinerhater]

[The mecha suit is fugly, sure, but it’s the mystery of the man within the mech that adds to the allure. Even in his run-ins with the press, Mecha Man’s suit and overall bland delivery has done a good job of making it hard to discern much about him. Flambae is still furious at himself for not being able to pin down Robert’s former alias- The bullshit tryhard preaching and the presence of absolutely nothing behind the eyes should have given it away.

Then why is it that in close proximity, Robert is so sweet and even awkward, in a way that makes him feel like the kind of person who’d be easy to come home to? He talks big game at work and fights like he’s got nothing left to lose, but in bed he seems so naive. It doesn’t help that Flambae has always had a protective streak, especially when it comes to the very few people he’s willing to put his guard down around and trust. Foolish as he knows it is, he hopes Robert will come back and experiment with him.

Flambae knows he is tired of fucking around with men who can’t be bothered to text a simple good night without also sending some freaky closeup of a well-oiled bodypart. It’s not like he doesn’t enjoy those too, but without the personal connection the sex feels so transactional. Since he’s also a fairly infamous public figure, Flambae has has his fair share of showing up to dates and being expected to perform up to the level of an expected fantasy

He can barely focus on anything that’s being said, having come so close to nearly post-coital bliss. Flambae is reluctant to allow for them to be enough of a gap so he can reach both arms under Robert’s legs, sort of wriggling his hips up and over his own cock so that he can slide in gently between Robert’s thighs.

The contrast in size between them is far from Flambae’s mind. He’s barely focused on himself, also because if he so much as pauses to think about it he’s going to end up coming unceremoniously before getting so much as a single stroke in.

He bows his head down, pressing a kiss to Robert’s shoulder as he fumbles with the lube container, caressing his houseguest with it first.]

If you wanna finish, then go for it, man!

Hasn’t it been a while for you?

[Flambae is honestly surprised he’s lasted this long.

Or put up with all the cuddling. The nasty bits mashing isn’t something that’s hard for the fire-based hero to come by-

The sentimental shit? That hardly ever happens.]

[bobbob]

[ Robert's always been too busy trying to keep the suit together and fighting crime to even think about the mystery of the man within, more than likely. He doesn't even try to charm the press either. He just does his job. But if Flambae wants to imagine him as mysterious and alluring, well that's probably okay with him at this point. It does not appear that the flaming fool actually realizes just how inexperienced Robert is in the bedroom, but he doesn't really want to admit it directly yet more than he already has. It's pretty embarrassing when you're trying to be cool and impress your date.

Another shudder that takes over his entire body runs through him as he's sort of lifted and put into place, with the friction of Flambae's cock sliding up between his legs. The way the image of that is burned (haha) into his mind, and how it's hot enough to send a pulse of arousal straight through his own cock is almost crazy. He might have come from it, being so on the edge as he is, but Flambae opens his mouth again.

How are his actions so good but his words so bad? This asshole. ]

It's ... astounding how you can look so good and say the stupidest shit at the exact same time.

[ Just saying.

And sure, Robert is surprised he's lasted this long too, but he has proven as both a hero and a dispatcher that he's almost freakishly resilient. ]

I don't ... want to yet.

[ In other words, he wants to keep going, he's not done touching and being touched. He can't get enough of the kisses to his tired, scarred body. Even the bites to his ear and the brief wrestling match they'd had, it's all been good. ]

Unless you think you can make me go more than once?

[ This is both a joke and a challenge. At the same time. But he could also be cursing himself, you just never know honestly. Either way, he squeezes his thighs a little against Flambae, tilting his head back against his chest just so he can peer up at him a little better for a moment. ]

[incinerhater]

[Anything he could or would say to that dies in his throat when Robert ruts on him just once. Flambae growls, chiding himself for not grabbing the cock ring that’s much too far in his dresser, but maybe something of that variety would scare Robert. He doesn’t seem well versed in dong-on-dong docking procedures.]

Are you challenging me, bitch?

[Flambae thrusts twice, stifling a sharp, desperate sound, the gap of his teeth grazing Robert’s skin on the back of his neck. Something is babbled uselessly with the skin of his nose now folding as he realizes he probably won’t last, so he decides to change tactics. Somehow, in a clumsy tangle of limbs, he lifts Robert off the bed and essentially tosses him to turn him, pressing him hard against the wall.

He’s able to slip himself between Robert’s thighs again, sounding incomprehensible as speaking has become utterly impossible. Flambae is really only able to get himself in and out at least five times before coming hard and fast, pressing so hard against Robert that there’s no space between them when he does.

Apologetically and avoiding eye contact he slides right down to his knees and catches sight of the absolute mess he’s made on Robert’s thighs and stomach. It should be notes that when Flambae does finish, for a few seconds, his hands feel even warmer to the touch than it did before, although it cools back to its regular hotness soon after.

Holding Robert up isn’t difficult, it seems, as Flambae is a lot more concerned about getting semen on the wall, which he’s all but narrowly avoided.

He slips Robert’s cock into his mouth, closing his eyes as he begins to suck him off again, although this time he seems to be going at a pace that is… Communicating some kind of apology?]

[bobbob]

[ It would definitely raise some questions if Flambae whipped a cock ring out immediately, but then again this isn't exactly a very normal first date either. Nothing about this evening has been normal (which for him is not a bad thing. His normal sucks).

He's going to confirm that yes perhaps he is challenging Flambae and also he's not a bitch, but he's already being lifted from the former villain's lap and tossed like a frisbee— he is thin, but surely he's not that light?! It's getting ridiculous, these enormous superpowered people and how easily they throw him around.

The sound he gives as he crashes against the wall sounds a little worse than it actually is. His breath isn't completely knocked out of him or anything, but he's surprised. Whatever he might be trying to say also comes out a bit incoherently with some swear words tossed in as he grapples to hold on to any part of Flambae that he can manage. Those hips of his instantly respond in kind to the aggressive thrusting, thighs pressing tightly like there can never be enough friction there. Even though Flambae is the first to come, Robert still moans louder than he intends as he clings to the man that's straight up pinning him to the wall.

Now would be a really nice time to say something smarmy. But when Flambae is looking at him (well, avoiding that, anyway) like that it's kind of hard to feel completely victorious. He still does a little bit, because Flambae is full of hot air and also it's a different kind of hot to see him slinking right to his knees like that's the only logical next step. One of Robert's hands falls over his own mouth, like that's going to stop him from making noises. It really isn't. God- ]

Flambae— nngh! [ Probably one of the first times Robert has said that name without some kind of disappointment or chastisement hiding behind it. It's all lust and a hell of a lot of appreciation. He's ... trying to say he's sorry about something? Weirdly executed as usual, but. Robert is beginning to understand that this is one of the ways that Flambae can be sweet too.

Which is all to say that even with the nice pace and such, there was no chance in hell Robert was going to last much longer. He can barely react to the warning signs even before he's tipped over the edge and hits his release, spilling right into Flambae's mouth. For all the stupid words that come out of those lips, they sure are talented in other ways... ]

im crying

[incinerhater]

[What he can catch of Robert unraveling is so sexy, maybe it’s almost worth the loss. There’s a funny sort of irony to the fact that Flambae ended up losing his cool first, as that’s what tends to happen in battle anyways.

When Robert finishes in his mouth, Flambae barely exhibits any kind of reaction, as he basically has been jostling flat whiteboy asscheeks to encourage Robert to do so anyway. He actually swallows instinctively, as this isn’t his first rodeo when it comes to men unceremoniously shooting blanks down his throat, but at least this time Flambae knows the guys full name. He does, however, give Robert a hilariously casual pat of encouragement, as if to say, “You did it bud,” before releasing the other’s soft cock with his mouth and taking a moment to catch his breath.

A few maybe Latin swears leave Flambae’s typically pursed lips as he witnesses the mess he’s made on Robert’s body. Like the fucking freak that he is, Flambae leans in to lick and suck all of it off the skin, similar to the way one would lick their fingers after a delicious meal.

He finally stands up again, still holding Robert against the wall, although he searches the other’s body for any damage. The look-over he’s giving Robert is careful and considerate, although he does smirk at some point admiring his handiwork. Robert’s typically cool-toned, dry skin looks different after he’s been tossed around and sucked dry, and it’s nice to see those dead eyes decidedly flustered instead of freakishly unfeeling.

Flambae gently cradles Robert’s cheek (face) with the injured hand, his fingers still wet, taking a moment to make intimate eye contact with him. There’s something silent and weirdly sweet about it, like he’s finally getting to look at Robert the way he’s always wanted to. He leans in to kiss him gently, which he knows is a stupid idea. As much as he’d like to get his hopes up, they’re not together. Robert probably needed this since he clearly hasn’t gotten his rocks off in a while and Flambae was the closest warm and willing participant who could get him there.

When he finally, after so many seconds, pulls back, Flambae sighs in resignation. God, is he hugging him, ugh this is so embarrassing-]

Honestly, Robert…

You should maybe consider laying off the stupid fucking artificial sweeteners, man.

I felt like I was swallowing some bitter ass icing, or some shit.

You know Celery? [why is he discussing the vegetable like she’s some jilted ex lover] That poor gangly green girl you’ve been ignoring lately? Yeah!

Call her back.

[bobbob]

[ Watching Flambae just swallow him down like it's nothing makes his chest clench in a weird way. The encouragement pat is also incredibly unsexy. Once again, Robert is feeling hot and cold on the matter. Flambae is the one who lost it first anyway, so what's up with that. Not that many coherent, complete thoughts are running through the dispatcher's head at the moment.

Sadly for him, another strangled noise of surprise slips out as he's literally being cleaned up by a really warm tongue. He's just come but it still sends a shiver of pleasure through him.

By the time Flambae stands up and looks him over, his breathing at least is mostly normal. His chest may be rising and falling a little more than usual, but he's definitely got it under control. And it is Flambae's lucky day because he returns the kiss in full, even bringing his hands up to frame the sides of the much larger man's face too (and he even has all ten fingers). He doesn't know what is going through that mostly empty head, but he's hardly thinking of this as just some form of release. This whole thing was not only physical gymnastics but mental ones. It's definitely worth more than a one night stand to him.

Even if Flambae consistently says the worlds most unattractive shit. ]

Not going to happen.

[ He gives a lopsided smile about that. Twinkies are forever.

Dropping his hands, and just dangling there like the fucking standing man emoji, he just quirks a brow at Flambae (he will not be calling Celery back). ] Will you put me down already?

[ He doesn't have to stop touching, but Robert can stand on his own two feet actually. ]

[incinerhater]

[Oof. There's nothing going on in there, nothing at all but elevator music with a salsa-oriented kick to it, and Flambae would like to keep it that way.

He doesn't want to dwell on the thought that it's been a while since he's been kissed by someone so comfortably, despite clearly hating each other. Even the ability to soak in the presence of the other person, totally naked and with their hair awry, doesn't happen often.

When Robert asks to be put down, Flambae pretends as though he's thinking, keywords: pretends, because when the hell is he ever really doing that-]

No.

[❤︎]

You look like that emoji, you know? The one of the stupid little man, and he is most certainly little-

[It's a good thing he's holding Robert, otherwise he'd strike an impossibly ridiculous pose, one with his head leering forward and his back arched all the way up in an uncomfortable position.]

Why.

Do you not like being held?

[Uh oh.]

Who's been holding you up lately?

[The line is delivered sweetly on the surface, although within, there's a slight air of danger to it. He's fishing. Does he have any real competition?]

I am pretty sure I could do it all night.

You sure as fuck could use a break, Mecha Man.

How long has it been since someone's rubbed your feet for you, huh? Or anything else.

[....]

Other than... Whatever the fuck just happened just now.

[yes there are two justs in a row

hopefully the accent is coming across as clearly as it blares between my ears]

[bobbob]

...

[ He hates him so much right now, even though he just finished kissing him like the exact opposite is true. Why does he want to be put down? Because he's a grown-ass man currently being held while bare ass naked up against a wall. And a man just licked a bunch of semen off his body. ]

You can hold me if you want to.

[ He just says it straight because. Well, none of this is very straight at all, but he thinks it's what Flambae needs to hear. ]

But I think my feet could at least be on the ground.

[ He literally just got called the standing emoji, what's this about how he could use a break? Give him one then!!

Flambae's questions do make him acutely aware of how lonely his life has been for the past few years. Of course he has Beef and he's grateful for the fart machine. But sometimes when he's with Chase he thinks about it too. Years have just passed and he could probably name any significant companionship he's had on one hand. Maybe even on Flambae's three-fingered hand. ]

That's not ... [ he sighs a little drawing a hand back to brush his own hair back. Unlike Flambae he doesn't really care what it looks like right now. ] All I've got is Beef, alright? Beef, and the Z-Team now, and Chase.

[ None of them are intimate though. Not like what... Flambae is describing and implying.

Now Robert really does feel like the standing emoji just suspended in air. ]

Maybe you, too?