CALL ME OUT

[bootyhunter]

CALL ME OUT:

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

bootyhunter / himbomb / incelligent



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



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

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[bobbob]

[ 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 ...

[incinerhater]

[He nods, continuing to stay close to Robert and watching him carefully. The honesty is appreciated, and while he acknowledges the mention of his real identity with a gap-toothed smile, he is somehow relieved that his very stupid birth name is not the central piece of this conversation right now.]

Yeah! Fuck yeah, it’s okay with me. Very cool, actually…

[i hate his dumb ass so much honestly]

But, if you are going to be with me in any capacity, I am going to cook and clean for you.

[Flambae has some pretty strong feelings about the role he plays in the lives of potential partners. A person’s person is a direct reflection of themselves, and Flambae sees it as his responsibility to keep his man happy and healthy, perhaps to a worrying degree.]

I have the little one on Thursdays, so that is the only day you cannot sleep over, unfortunately…

[He says that, but it’s so clear he loves her.]

But any other time? You are welcome to stay.

[See, isn’t this nice-]

I’ve seen that busted ass chair you sleep on! And the, ah, crazy huge bags under your eyes, so~! I think we can both agree that very unstable four-legged thing isn’t letting you get much beauty sleep.

[He’d rather Robert get a good night’s sleep, fucking disaster bisexual man.]

Besides, if anyone is going to be blowing your back out, I’d rather it be me.

[why is he saying that so nonchalantly]

How does that sound to you, Bobberto?

[He puts two fingers up in a ridiculous peace sign.]

Does this shit seem so very deuces, or what?

[bobbob]

It is?

[ Why does he sound so surprised about it, why does he hate how surprised he sounds about it? But he's relieved too, which is also "???". God, is he really this out of whack with personal relationships? (He is.)

For a moment he simply stands back (well. stands...he's against the wall so it's not like he has much room to go anywhere) and listens to Flambae speak. His niece again, he must really love her— and he has no intention of messing that sweet relationship up. But for all he tried to assure Chad that he wasn't trying to propose to him, now he wants Robert to just come over and sleep here all the time? Wh-

Well, the chair is actually fine for him but he wouldn't mind a real bed again once in a while.

A real bed to ... apparently get his back blown out in. Great.

The first thing he addresses though is the deuces. It's giving very "you're donezo" vibes. ]

Why are you saying it like that?

[ But he says it in a way that can only be interpreted as fondness and amusement. Flambae ... is such a fascinating man. Robert's always known this of course, but now he gets to actually see every which way that he is. ]

Anyway. I think that sounds fine.

[ He doesn't actually know how often he will choose on his own to stay over, but the invitation alone means a great deal to him. All of this, somehow, means a lot. ]

[incinerhater]

Fine? Fine is what you say after getting dumped or having your ass waxed. "Oooooh, oh my god! That is ~*fiiine*~!"

[He will even wiggle his own high as fuck muscley extremely tight ass whimsically to lighten the mood. Robert likes to tease, so why can't he? Uh... bc it is way too damn much, freako...]

Aaaand, I dunno!

[Flambae watches Robert curiously. Usually, he'd be a little hurt, met with nonchalance of that variety after offering something so intimate so casually, but...

He tilts his head, taking Robert in. Sex has a way of complicating things for most people, but for this particular fire starter, it is often what begins to make things interesting. He hardly ever has context for his flings or potential partners, often meeting them on the apps or in bars. Whatever peeks he gets into their lives are earned and often fairly limited, and it can be difficult to tell what is real and what isn't.

He had so much information in this case, and somehow Robert had still surprised him. The other man has also just had a scare, so Flambae assumes he'll have to change his tactics a bit, do a little bit of roleplaying, be the Tom to Robert's Jerry... God, if he finds cartoon mice sexy after this he's running straight into moving traffic-]

I was trying to reduce the absolutely rancid vibes that were up in here just a few seconds ago, so... What else am I supposed to say? Merry Christmas? Happy birthday?

[He moves in closer, propping his elbow against the bathroom cabinet.]

You look better naked?

[bobbob]

Not me.

[ For one thing, he's not about to get his ass waxed. ]

I meant fine as in, it's a good plan and I like it.

[ He raises a brow, inviting Flambae to challenge that further. He's not one to sugarcoat his feelings, but he is still far from nonchalant in his mind. Just minutes ago his heart was doing an impressive amount of acrobatics, and his mind has been doing that the entire evening.

He didn't think the vibes had been rancid, just a bit uncertain. Rejection seemed inevitable, and it felt pretty bad! But now he's happy. Excited even. ]

You don't have to say anything. [ Sometimes it's better when Flambae doesn't, in fact. Robert huffs softly, looking up at the stupidly tall ball of flame. He is genuinely not sure that he does look better without his clothes on. Like, he knows what's all there on display.

But anyway.

He doesn't want to argue or anything, and he's pretty sure that Flambae doesn't actually know what deuces means, so should he bother explaining? As long as he doesn't go around saying that to everyone he meets... ]

You could stop expecting me to fuck up your day any second now and just take me back to bed instead.

[ Or kiss him. Or let him put on some pants. Any of the above sounds acceptable to Robert. ] Just saying.

cw: 2 yaoi

[incinerhater]

[The truth is that he does mean it, petty jabs and shitty barbs aside. Any potshots he takes at Robert are just that, a cover, a ruse, a way for him to pretend that he doesn't like him as much as he does.

Robert looks better naked. At first glance, he isn't the kind of man who stands out in a crowd, unless one really focuses. There's the chipped ear and the scars that are apparent if his shirt stays unbuttoned, but that's just the tip of the iceberg. The freckles on his face extend all over, truly all over, a detail that will ruin Flambae's life as he stews about them on shift tomorrow. It's so strange, he's the perfect combination of oddly comfortable in his skin and yet so stupidly oblivious to his own charms or sadness.

And that's the worst of it, that Robert's clear desire for human connection and lack of ability to care properly for himself leaves a window wide open for Flambae to occupy. He's a big personality, a brute and a hothead, someone so bold and bright that it would seem he doesn't fit in anywhere.

This is something he's come to embrace now, but as a child, it had driven him to some of the darkest places. To describe him as alone now would be misleading, he isn't, Flambae has family and friends, but...

Love is something he loves, whether that's a good idea or not.]

I'm not, I-

[Flambae comes closer, despite being so frightened, silently hoping he doesn't self sabotage this time. His heart is pounding- So Robert really does want to be dragged back to bed again, or was that one of his sly attempts at a shitty joke?

He comes closer, looking so tender and so scared, but for a brief set of seconds, there's a brightness to those fiery eyes, an almost child-like excitement. He's letting himself appear hopeful for the first time in god knows how long, so before the moment passes, he'll lean in to kiss Robert again, this time closing the gap between them. Wordlessly, he'll pick Robert up again, lifting him off the ground and holding him like some sort of idiot prince, traipsing right off to bed again.

Flambae isn't really thinking much.

It's just nice after so long to finally feel like he has a shot, even if there's nothing real about it.

When he lays Robert on the sheets again, Flambae is a little more careful as he climbs on top of him, straddling the shorter man with both legs. Fuck, this feels way better now that they're both naked. God, he's so warm-]

Uh...

Okay.

[bobbob]

[ Both of them are sincere, both of them are also just kind of bad at parts of this for very different reasons. Robert is kinda starting to see this, slowly but surely. In a way though it's kind of nice, knowing that Flambae is right here with him so he doesn't feel completely idiotic all on his own.

It's new to have his physical appearance minded the way Flambae does. Most people will take note of his ear or if they happen to see his scars, but they seldom say anything because it's too awkward to admit they were staring. Too personal to ask questions or express concern. Chase occasionally makes comments about how he's too skinny or how he gets himself hurt for a thankless job. But he's not attracted to Robert, that's completely different. Suddenly Robert has to actually think about what he looks like.

He's not ashamed or too shy, but it is very, very strange to be more conscious of it in a way that's not just related to his exercise regime.

Looking up to Flambae in return still, he wonders if he should say his name. His superhero name? Or his actual name. It's just startling to see those flickers of various emotions pass by that fiery gaze when just a very short time ago Robert wasn't even sure the man was capable of feeling them. Now, not only does he know he is, but he actually really cares about it a lot. That excitement is contagious. So is feeling scared. And the tenderness? It both warms his formerly idling heart and weighs it down with some kind of grief he can't explain. He's not going to try to, either. It's something to do with that very same yearning for connection and not at all anything Flambae is to blame for, so he wouldn't want him to think it is.

It could be that Robert's comment about bed was both of those things: a sly attempt at a dumb joke but also something he wants. At any rate, he is pleased to be kissed again, even standing more on the fronts of his feet so he can lean up into it, tossing his arms up over those too-broad shoulders. He even lets himself be scooped up without a complaint or a comment about Phenomaman. Small progress.

The sort of shyness that Flambae is showing him though, even as he climbs over top of Robert, is so endearing it makes his heart hurt. Normally he might even tease or toss out one of those barbs they so love to fling at one another. Instead, he places a hand intently against Flambae's chest. His free arm goes behind himself to kind of prop himself up on the mattress. He smiles, and it's not even smarmy. ]

Okay?

[ An attempt is made to switch places with Flambae. Robert may not have superpowers or inhuman strength, but he's a strong guy. Still, there is gentleness in his motions, like he's encouraging the other man to swap with him and if he doesn't want to, he's not going to fight it. Whether he gets his way and ends up straddling over Flambae's hips instead, or is laid back down onto the sheets, he initiates the kiss this time, tiling his head just right so he can part his lips and make it deep. It is not as urgent and horny as the one out at the dinner table was, but it's still full of desire. And, dare he admit, affection. ]

[incinerhater]

[Meanwhile, Flambae is almost always conscious of how he looks, even and especially during sex. His flamboyant style and often revealing choice of clothes is an act of wordless protest against a world that seems too bland and intolerant. Why should he be made to feel like an outsider when he’s so fucking gorgeous, huh? Sometimes he feels that he spends his days among cretins bereft of the ability to understand that you can be a peace of art too.

In this moment, he isn’t thinking about any of that. Flambae is wide-eyed and sheepish, some strands of long hair in his face instead of pulled away from it. Oh? Tenderness? And from Robert of all people. Flambae would never admit that the bite from the other is something he does enjoy, even if it often drives him crazy, but softness?

The (rusty and often useless) gears in Flambae’s head are turning. Was he so bitter, so angry, because he knew their dispatcher had the capacity to be so kind without any blowback? No. It’s so nice, he only gets to share this sort of unabashed affection with his niece, and of course there’s the added layer of desire and adult intimacy here that makes things all the more tempting.

When Robert touches his chest, it’s as though he’s shoved his fingers inside him, reaching in and caressing a heart that’s beating quickly. Flambae is so surprised by how nice the gesture is, making nervous eye contact all the while, the words coming later.

Or, well, word.]

…Okay.

[Flambae preaches self acceptance loudly, and for the most part he has gotten there, but that doesn’t help on his worst days. His size and dangerous abilities don’t help him feel like less of a monster, and when he’s courted that’s usually the kind of freaky shit that people want, so he never gets to experience this kind of intimacy.

Shit. They’re going to make love tonight, aren’t they. Oh, this he was definitely unprepared for.

Whatever. He hasn’t been loved in years.

He allows Robert to get on too of him, looking up with a curious look in his eyes. Flambae loathes to admit it but it’s so nice that Robert is taking the reigns, so now he can relax a little, something he almost never does in the presence of others. He does gently rest his hands against both of Robert’s hips, mostly to steady him in place and ensure that he doesn’t slip and slide, closing his eyes and letting Robert kiss him as deeply as he ‘d like.

Those long legs of his curl around Robert’s body.

Fuck, this nice.]

[bobbob]

[ If Robert can catch Flambae off guard with some quip or clever comment, he knows he's going to have a good day. But this is not something he expected at all. Those wide eyes, how quiet he is, how some of his hair is out of place and he doesn't even seem to care about it. Part of Robert wonders if he's made a mistake. Maybe Flambae hates this, wants them to be actively fighting even while their dicks are hard.

But maybe he's just ... shockingly as starved for softer moments as Robert himself is. Flambae seems relatively unhinged at the best of times, wild and free and full of opinions— actually, you know what. Now it does make sense that the way his dispatcher is treating him right now is rewiring his brain. In that case, he doesn't feel like taking it back. ]

Okay.

[ He smirks a little, but it's a good natured one. Just, you know, he could go back and forth like this all day.

But he has other things to do, too. Like bending forward to kiss Flambae more, sliding his tongue out to tease Flambae's into tangling right up with it. A soft, pleased humming sound against their lips is the result of that. A warm shudder runs through him as legs are wrapped around him like he might otherwise fly away or something. It just feels... really nice to have skin on skin this way. Especially, somehow, when it's this particular man's skin?

Robert really doesn't know how they got here.

After getting a good fill of kisses to Flambae's mouth, he drags his lips to the stubble on his chin and jaw. Then to his throat, the Adam's apple and along the junction of neck and shoulder. He just wants to explore a little, find the spots that really make this candle of a man melt all before he even gets back to his cock. Though it might start to get hard to ignore when he feels certain things taking place. It's probably fine. He can hold onto the reins for as long as Flambae wants him to have them. ]

the yaoi police are gonna find me, they're gonna be like, blonde blazer would never talk like this

[incinerhater]

[He doesn't get to play nice with many people, despite being wholly capable of doing so, because it'd ruin the (bad) reputation he's so carefully (read: carelessly) built for himself. If anyone knew that a little sucking and not even fucking from this Grindr 5 was eliciting sounds like this from him in his own bedroom of all places, he'd be roasted. Cooked. Canned! Served on a humiliation platter like yet another spicy and moderately infamous homosexual D-lister.

And yet he can't help himself. His own childhood had been fraught with tepid restraint. It's not as though he's ever tried to play straight or pretend he was interested in anyone he wasn't, but the years spent without the ability to openly express interest in a man have left permanent burns on his psyche. Every stupid and slight reminder that he's in bed with another man, the stubble on stubble, the teeth grazing against his Adam's apple, and even a kiss that feels rougher and more possessive than maybe is warranted is enough to get him to moan and tangle his fingers in Robert's hair. He grips it hard, then releasing as he experiences a wash of mild regret, knowing full well he'll smell some bullshit "Alpine Alpha" scent in the men's haircare aisle and think of Robert's stupid smirk when they're apart. Awkwardly, he lets his fingers travel down and around the other man's neck and shoulders, feeling... Tenderness. Squishy tenderness, and there is nothing about this man that warrants that much squishing he is all skin and bone-]

Robert.

[Flambae growls, his tone growing more familiar.]

How many of these little shits are from lifting without a spot?!

[as irritating as it may be for him to be bringing this up during what is

definitely a sexual mishmashing of naked body parts in bed

it's a good thing probably, it means he cares enough to do so even if it ruins his chances of getting laid]

I thought I fucking told you already.

["Normies need babysitters-"]

I better not see any more of these tomorrow, you-

[He restrains the urge to say it, but it slips out anyway-]

Little bitch. If you want somebody to hurt you so badly, at least let me do it while I am jerking you off!