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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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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?

[incinerhater]

[this is short and less yaoi bc of how gobsmacked he is and will be in the next tag.]

Hah?

[Oh boy.

He does put Robert down, furrowing those fuzzy brows of his.]

Am I not part of the Z-team? Wait, shit, are they firing me?! What the fuck do you know, Robbo, hello?!

[said in a more frantic but same intonation as the text

He will even grab at Robert’s shoulders and look him in the eyes, searching for an answer.]

I really need this job, man.

These lights do not keep themselves on… By themselves! These switches, they do not have little tiny hands of their own?! That is what the electricity is for!

[💀💀💀💀💀💀💀]

[bobbob]

[ Robert is glad to be on his feet again.

But he stares back at Flambae blankly for a couple of seconds before one of his eyebrows launches up toward his hairline, and his mouth twists slightly to one side. What is happening right now while they're just standing naked in Flambae's bedroom? ]

What? No- what?

[ he snaps himself out of it and reaches out to mirror Flambae's gesture by putting his hands on those beefy arms. ]

Flambae, just stop talking for a minute? You aren't fired. You're still part of the team. Just ... also different. From them. I'm not — I'm not going to fuck all of them.

[ He's not even going to smooch them!! It does not count if they smooch him first without his consent (looking at you, Invisigal). ]

This is so fucking stupid— I mean, if we were together.

1/?

[incinerhater]

2/?

[incinerhater]

3/?

[incinerhater]

Okay, but the way you are saying this seems to maybe imply that you have fucked at least one of them-

[Maybe he means Coop?! Because she was originally cut from the team but now is back good ending blah blah blah...

Damn, is Blonde Blazer bad in bed?! Holy shit, his gossipy, petty ass is in need of this fucking information-]

[incinerhater]

[He lets that spark fly, containing himself quickly and swiftly before any of his beloved bedroom fixtures catch fire, staring Robert down with a look of real surprise.]

Oh, you mean...

[Flambae recalls a conversation that he and Prism had been having at a bar a few weekends ago. Something about how a homecooked dinner and a good blowjob (his opinion) should be a surefire way to secure a second date with a dude, he just wasn't expecting to be right tonight of all nights. Truly, he had never anticipated getting this far with Robert, especially without consuming copious amounts of alcohol. What he had predicted was a bit of quippy chit-chat and some good company, thinking that Robert was more in need of a balanced meal than anything else, and that his beloved dispatcher would have politely thanked him and gone home with a better understanding of his fiery teammate, and vice versa.

Perhaps it is surprising that Flambae considers his words carefully. It is not them being nude that makes him feel so exposed, but the fact that he feels he finally understands the man behind the mask to a certain degree. This is a rookie move, isn't it? Women don't jump into things this quickly either, do they? Not in this dating landscape.]

Robert, I...

[He's never been in a serious relationship, has he.

The empty-ass apartment. The fucking fatass of a dog... Who does not look to be that old actually, that's white around the muzzle, not grey?! His estrangement from who appears to be a very kind and actually well-intentioned father figure, all the scars and the bruises-]

You won't even let me hold you.

You should know, that... If you are going to be my man?

[There's something peculiar about the way Flambae carries himself in this moment. He is serious, but oddly understated. The manner in which his voice changes suggests that he is being firm, but tender.

In a way he has never been in front of the others. Not openly, and certainly not on air.]

I am going to do a lot more for you than just that.

Do you have any idea what you are fucking on about?

[He isn't mocking him.

For Flambae, this is serious.]

I don't even know what kind of music you like.

[He sounds bewildered. bro u have caught him so off guard he can't even be angry.]

Do you even know my real name? I don't think we have ever-

[Talked about it.]

[bobbob]

[ That first interjection Robert is not even going to grace with a response. He has not been fucking around on the Z-team even if several of them are horny for him (and only some are obvious).

The rest takes him a moment to process. Or at least try to process? He doesn't really understand what's happening at the moment. It feels a little bit like rejection, but he is also aware that he may have just been misunderstood. In his efforts to let Flambae know that this wasn't just some sex thing with no meaning, maybe he came off as too desperate or something.

He's totally not desperate, he wasn't even looking for a relationship! This all just sort of happened and now he doesn't know how to deal with emotions that aren't basically sarcasm, vengeance, and exhaustion.

It makes him feel kind of sad. And then he's a little mad. ]

Do you even know what I'm on about?

[ Because he has his doubts about that too. ]

First of all, Phenomaman holds me like that frequently, so I didn't think that was integral to going steady with you. Secondly—

[ He stops and pauses, lets out a breath, then continues like he's giving the Z-Team a pep talk/trying to explain in a way they understand. ]

I'm not asking to move in with you. I'm saying that ... I'd like to get to know you. Your name, for starters? And if it happens to work out ... cool.

[ He starts feeling silly again, folding his arms in over his bare chest like that's going to leave him less exposed or cover up all the bruises and such. ]

Is that ... not okay? If this was just a one time thing, I can deal with that.

[ It would sting a bit, but he'd definitely get over it. Sometime. By throwing himself into work again and only having deep conversations with Beef. Don't worry about it. ]

For fuck's sake, we're not in middle school, I'm just saying that I like you. In a possibly romantically inclined sense. Obviously. Since I'm naked in your bedroom right now. Trying to ask you out. Properly.

[ And he wants to bury himself under a pile of rubble. ]

[incinerhater]

[The statement about Phenomaman would warrant an incredulous outburst at any other given time, but now he's too focused on how timid Robert looks. The guy's been kicked around and clowned in front of the Z-team and tne entire city, and yet Flambae cannot remember another time he has looked so damn small.

Oh.

He practically rushes to Robert's "rescue," immediately taking care to place warm hands around both shoulders, rubbing them and cooing even, shaking his head in a way that's strangely comforting.]

No.

[Flambae's voice is quiet and steady. He has not used this tone with Robert before, as it's reserved for the people closest to him. On the Z-team, he's really only spoken this earnestly with Prism, and that is always in private and on her worst days. She may be openly abrasive over the intercom, but she too is a private person, and needs to be comforted in a very specific and tender manner. It is something he is capable of, but not a part of himself that he will share with just anyone.

He wants to kiss Robert so badly, but he fights the urge, as it will do no good. Winning the trust back is important, as this is clearly a vulnerable moment for him. Whether it's in the Mech or on the headset, he's so steadfast in arming himself with witty insults or a devil-may-care attitude, it's heartbreaking to see him crumple like this and end up in such a state.]

I do not think I did.

[Flambae is realizing his own feelings in this moment.

It's him who is desperately in search of the serious relationship, but he's been around the block and back again more times than he'd like. The apps have left him wanting more, yearning for a real and consistent connection, something closer to what he had in his youth and without the instability.

He bends over to cup Robert's cheek again, looking him in the eyes gently.

It takes him a few seconds to say the words, but they come eventually.]

I, Flambae, who is also sometimes known as Chad-

[Remember when he said he could be gentle... ASLKDJFAKSJDF]

Am just worried about you. And if you spend more time with me, I will worry about you... A lot.

You know?

Are you sure that is something you want?

[bobbob]

[ He honestly hates that he feels so small right now too. The thought that he'd had all of this so wrong is actually kind of killing him. Thankfully, warm hands on his shoulders do ground him a little before he crashes out (as the youths say) completely.

Of course he didn't know that Flambae- Chad- was capable of such a tone. Robert had already thought he was sort of getting the hang of how to tell when the dramatic supervillain-slash-hero is being serious and when he's just being exaggerated and stupid. This is unexpected though! In fact he blinks a couple of times somewhat stupidly himself. He doesn't want to be pitied but he does want to be taken seriously. So it's nice.

Is that something he wants, someone worrying about him? He does kind of already have Chase and honestly? It's a nice feeling, after so long of being without it. Sometimes it seems unnecessary or he gets indignant because he's lived this powerless life full of expectations and legacies and so on, but at the end of the day... He's really happy with the kind of life he's got right now. So it definitely seems like it's worth a shot to let someone be worried about him. As long as he can worry about them in return. And not just that but hold them and let them hold him. Laugh with them, maybe wrestle around their bedroom with them. ]

Hi, Chad. It's good to finally meet you.

[ He replies this in an even tone first and foremost, because it seems important to him to acknowledge a person's identity in such a way. ]

And I'm ... willing to find out? I don't know if I can answer any other way right now.

[ Because it's not something he's used to, and he barely even knew how to approach any of this outside of wanting to make out with Flambae's dumb toothless face like a man starved, so of course he doesn't know exactly what he's doing on an even deeper level. But he really does think he wants to try. ]

But if that's okay with you, then ...