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Flambae eagerly looks Robert up and down, sporting that crooked, cat-like grin that makes an appearance when he’s actually pleased. Intimate moments are more subtle with him, especially the pleasant ones. He prefers that they’re both naked, whether they actually get things going or not, as there’s no shame to be had here.]
Honestly at one point…
[It’s true, there’s a long list of disrespectful things that he’d like to do that ass, which is grinding against him quite nicely, so much so that he’ll move his hands to guide them.
Flambae’s lip curls upwards, revealing that stupid missing tooth as he basks in the pleasure of petty banter mixed with real skin to skin contact. He smiles, eyes-half lidded, aroused instead of angry.]
I was wondering if it did.
[Fuck.
He’ll close his eyes, tensing his muscles and arching upwards from the bed a little. It’s fine, he knows he looks good, and Robert can have his stupid treat.]
If you want another blowjob, don’t fucking cheat yourself-
[Are Robert’s balls bouncing up and down right now? Flambae will quickly dart his eyes towards them.
Oh they are. Cool, that’s nice.]
Idiot.
Don’t you need a little bit more time?
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[ seriously, why does everyone call him a bitch? He's not a bitch. Despite the seriousness and truth of this, the corner of his lips quirk up into a smile. Not that Flambae is really looking at him right now, with his eyes closed the way they are.
And Robert doesn't know how to feel about it, but Flambae does actually look good doing what he's doing. Especially from Robert's angle sitting over him. Fuck. ]
Are you doubting my stamina?
[ He answers a question with a question, as one does, suppressing a shudder as the way Flambae arches into him hits just right. He doesn't even care that that was definitely a deliberate glance at his balls.
Feeling frisky and renewed by their banter, he leans forward, taking Flambae's face in his hands. ]
Why don't you test it?
[ Seriously. Robert knows he's not a lot of things: Enormous, Super-powered, Rich... But he's got stamina in spades. Resilience if nothing else. Besides it's been long enough since he's gotten any tail it probably won't take him much to get all riled up again. Well, he's already on his way there, but you know. Actually enough to come again ...
Wait, why is he challenging Flambae about this? Where did this come from ...
He can't take it back now though. ]
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[He opens his eyes when his face is touched, doing everything to stop himself from the heavy, frequent onslaught of breaths he feels coming on. That was sexual, it was a challenge, something that should and does excite him, but what's even more fascinating is the prospect of something more.
Something domestic or longstanding.
Internally, Flambae curses himself. Why does he care? Why is he getting so soft in his middling age, yearning for companionship and stability in a way he's never quite cared for before?]
Because I am not willing to be sloshing a soft dick around in my mouth for twenty minutes-
[Let him complain. He'll be testing Robert in a minute.]
Only to find out that the guy I'm sucking off is on eleventy-hundred antidepressants.
Do you know how embarrassing that was for me? It was the only time I've ever even come close to giving up on being gay.
[And then, with an air of suspicion-]
Which of the shitty sad-boy pills are you taking?
[not the sureness with which he asks smh]
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What?
[ Seriously what? This man just goes on and on about anything and everything, it does not matter what the context is or what he's in the middle of.
Unfortunately that is one of the somehow charming things about him even if his 1-intelligence is really shining right now. ]
None.
[ Remember how he has seasonal depression? That's all it is. He just needs a little sunshine to make it all better. And maybe some more twinkies, and a pat on the head, and the love of his father...................
No- ]
Also. You're the one who can't stop talking about having my dick in his mouth, soo...
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So. Let me get this... Straight, or whatever, I hate that fuckingstupidyass-word-
[He may be lazily jostling Robert up and down, also because the bouncing imagery is both sexy and funny to him.]
You sleep in a thing that holds you in its arms at night-
[WHEN YOU PUT IT LIKE THAT...]
And you haven't thought to maybe check in with your doctor and go, hey! Maybe I need some fucking help!
[Cue an exasperated sigh the real yaoi will continue in the next tag-]
You know, even a blow-up doll would be less pathetic. At least that shit has a face, even if it is painted on... And badly.
Those things are so fucking spooky, dude, I swear.
[StIO P SLKDJFAKJF]
Especially if you are ever encountering one in the dark!
[HELLO]
Unexpectedly.
[pls...]
I've had a lot of weird boyfriends.
You know your relationship is in a bad place if you're like, "Is she prettier than me?" and the "she" in question has an inflatable head.
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... No.
[ Robert watches Flambae with a noticeable amount of confusion as the man launches into some tirade against inflatable sex dolls (Robert's not that desperate, thank you very much). Several options run through his mind, how to de-escalate this train of conversation or to set Flambae's mind at ease, or anything in between.
But mostly, when he starts being jostled around on Flambae's body, he gets distracted by that. What is he riding a bucking bronco at the bar now? ]
Hey, hey!
[ He plants his hands down on one massive male tiddy each, hunching over the flaming fool like that's going to keep certain parts of his from jiggling around. ]
You don't have any competition with a blow-up doll. Promise.
[ Flambae should helpfully consider that instead of wasting his time on those, or being lonely, or whatever, Robert was too busy chasing him into fiery buildings and also ridding him of his fingers and such. ]
THE LOVE OF HIS FATHER
Then again, hasn't a considerable portion of the office seen him naked? Does this limb-y, beat-up has-been have voyeuristic fetishes and if so how can Flambae use that shit to his advantage...]
I am not surprised Robert...
[The touches to his chest earns Robert another eyelash flutter. Yes, caress his pecs and tell him he's pretty...]
Just very fucking disappointed.
[It's difficult to maintain any sense of snide sarcasm when the object of his somewhat murderous affections is leaning in so close. This is not the moment to tell Robert that post prison release and not too late after joining SDN he had been prescribed a low dose of Lexapro, which had helped him cope pretty considerably until he weaned off it. Err, it was less so weaning and moreso cutting it cold Turkey- That crashout was severe! Some of Sonar's ear fluff had been burnt off in the process.
He'll move his hands over the dips in Robert's hips again, "tsk-tsk"-ing whenever he feels a scar, squeezing both cheeks (ass) intermittently. He's judging himself for wanting to plow into that nearly nonexistant buttocks like he's a farmer on the first day of harvest...]
Do you want to put your legs over my shoulders, or something?
I'd play with your ass a little, but...
[DON'T SAY IT-]
I do not trust you to have properly washed up for that.
[Especially after seeing those Grindr photos. There is no way this man has had sex with men consistently. Maybe drunk? They also just had dinner, that was his fault.]
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And to be fair, Robert showers a lot at headquarters, so there are plenty of opportunities to see him naked. There is also a lot of sexual harassment going on at all times and it's amazingly refreshing that Flambae doesn't really take part of that. It's more fun to flirt about asking him to dinner (oh how the turns have tabled...) than having to guard his dick and balls from Malevola's literal claws or Invisigal coming on to him in the men's restroom.
He thought about caressing more of those pecs — probably not telling Flambae he's pretty though — after seeing that reaction to it, but the fucking guy goes and opens his mouth again. Even if having his cheeks (ass) squeezed feels really good when it's coming from someone you're actively horny for!! The wash comment is just — ]
What? What the fuck—
[ He may be an entire mess of a Mecha Man but Robert does at least have hygiene going for him! He brushes his teeth, takes frequent showers, freaks out about Royd not washing his hands after using the urinal — Sure he doesn't shave that well but the important stuff happens ...!
So Flambae gets a less sexy shove this time. ]
I washed up before I came here, thanks. [ like maybe he didn't know if he'd be getting assplay or anything but still. washing happened! he wanted to smell and look and probably taste good, so — ]
Jesus, you are so. Incredibly. [ His eyes narrow with every word, and unfortunately he may feel a little more turned on with every word too. ] Unsexy. Annoying. In every fucking way. You know that?
[ Yet even when Flambae says the stupidest or most offensive shit, he's more upset that his ass might not be good enough??? Than anything else. Really fucked. ]
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Flambae still remembers what it was like to know who he wanted and avert his eyes. It's been nice, in recent years, to really and fully look, just like he's looking now. Like usual, Robert is hurling insults in his direction, but for once he isn't bothered.
It's nice to see Robert so unsettled, so clearly aroused and unsure. He hasn't jumped off or ran to put his pants on, or anything, so that's a good sign.]
Mhm.
[Just... You understand how annoying that two-toned hum must sound. This is him ruminating.]
You say all of this, and yet...
[Maybe Robert has suffered enough- For now.
He'll let one hand travel back to the other man's irritatingly and perfectly boyfriend-shaped penis, beginning to stroke it up and down gently. Is this what Robert wants?]
You took to me so easily when we finally got down and dirty, no?
[There Flambae goes, practically cooing again.
It's not as though he won't remember how much Robert had kissed him during their first real romp. They'll be at work yammering over the intercomms again, and Flambae will touch his lips wherever he is, recalling just the way Robert had felt on his skin, how he had tasted, what he really sounded like-]
Kissing you felt like saying hello.
[Maybe he should let him win, just a little.
Robert always does, doesn't he?]
When you drew blood from my mouth, the first time...
[This revelation is honest, evident in the way Flambae averts his eyes.]
It was all so... Exhilarating.
I had never felt like that before.
[He's practically whispering, which is a miracle for him-]
I was so excited.
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He may have thought of rolling off and putting his pants back on a couple of times. But what would that have gotten him in the end, really? Embarrassment, disappointment. More confusion over feelings than they've both already apparently got. So yeah, he's still here, naked, sitting casually on Flambae's lap as he insults him out of sheer frustration. He honestly doesn't know how he wants this to go or how he thought it would go. All things considered though, it's probably a lot better than he would have settled on eventually.
That two-toned hum does make him feel a little bit of rage, yeah. But it's partly because he expects Flambae to insult his hygiene again or something. He doesn't expect the sheer sexual tension dripping off the man as he says absolute romance-novel lines like Kissing you felt like saying hello.
He's right though. It did feel like that. It also felt like Robert was a bottle of soda shaken to shit and someone finally uncapped it and let it explode. It was relief.
Though it's typically a lot louder when he does it, he gives one of those frustrated groans that border on a growl. It's from being stroked off again and it's from being so uncertain of what to do about any of this. Sometimes he feels like he's winning and sometimes he feels like Flambae is miles ahead of him and rubbing it in. ]
All I wanted ... was to talk.
[ He says this with eyes half-lidded, weighing his gaze down so it lingers on Flambae's lips again. Did it really feel like all that to him, back then? And then Mecha Man goes and slices off his fingers. He even goes so far as to more or less forget about Flambae for a while until their paths fatefully crossed again. ]
Flambae, I—
[ What does he even say? What kind of moment are they having here, is it horny or soft or angry or ...
With a somewhat shaky breath leaving his lungs, Robert just scoops Flambae's stupid face up into his hands and kisses him again. Yes, it's like saying hello. Hello, hello. All traces and weight of that breath are gone though as soon as he breaks apart. ]
Will you just stop messing around for a few minutes then?
[ It is maybe not possible for the two of them not to resort to wrestling or arguing things out. And Robert could also stand to stop fucking around. But you know. He doesn't know what he wants. Other than ... Chad. ]
I'm not fucking dirty. [ yeah he's kind of indignant about this ok. he also doesn't think Flambae is unsexy. But he'll get to that. ] Take me seriously like you did back then, giving me your all.
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He couldn’t possibly deny Robert those hasty greetings, and kisses back with tongue and fervor. In a way, he’s screwed them both over. Now when he enters a room or sees Robert for the first time in a while, Flambae will be tempted to go for a kiss on the lips immediately. Would that not be an incredibly sexy, super cool greeting? And then after the kissing, he could lean in and whisper, “Hello,” into Robert’s ear, god… How fucking genius. He can be smart, too! All those lunch breaks and recesses spent hiding from the other children in the library have got to have paid off somehow. (They haven’t, despite Flambae’s bizarre enthusiasm for such places.)
He sits up, willing to indulge the other man since he’s asked so cutely, beginning to kiss down Robert’s neck again after planting one teasing, affectionate peck to a scruffy cheek.]
Robert, you are dirty.
It’s how you fight.
[But Flambae happens to like dirty men. Muddy shoes, dirty finger nails, it’s so fucking disgusting but they’re the ones who are willing to toss you around and try insane shit in the sack. It’s just like that SZA lyric, ugh! That girl is just too relatable.]
Skin tastes better when it’s all fucking sweaty.
Then you can lick it off-
[Just to be irritating, he’ll run his tongue over a patch of sweat on Robert’s collarbone, going all the way until he gets to the next fresh bruise.]
And do, eh, a little show! You see?
[He up, curious to see Robert’s reaction.
Flambae’s hand also isn’t stopping anytime soon. He’ll get there in due time, unless Robert finished first, and the bastard is right, he may not have much but he’s got fucking stamina.]
I can tell you cleaned up for me.
Didn’t think you were a sex on the first date kind of guy, but… I should have known better.
[That’s Flambae’s way of giving Robert a green light. If he wants to fuck, they’ll fuck. Flambae will go until he’s all tuckered out.]
If you aren’t gonna do anything to keep those blue and purple little shits off your body-
[He means the bruises.]
Why don’t you let me make them worse?
[ooh look at this
He’s asking for consent.]
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And it is going to be a major problem trying to act normal at work when they greet each other and he just thinks about kisses like the one he's getting now with teeth and tongue and almost too much heat. When they break apart it takes a lot of effort not to sound like he's completely out of breath, especially since Flambae's lips are still traveling. Yes this is, unfortunately, what he wanted. ]
I'm not, I ... don't.
[ Yes, yes he does fight dirty, that's how people end up losing fingers in various ways. But you know Robert has that good ol' boy mindset of being a hero even when he's down at his lowest, so he has to make some sort of protest. It's the weakest protest on earth when his dick is getting hard as a rock in Flambae's palm and he shivers from head to toe right along with the trail of Flambae's tongue on his skin. ] Fuck-
[ He's cursing but this is still what he wanted.
And of course he'd probably be perfectly fine if they didn't fuck on the first date and all. He'd just stay repressed until another day. But the point stands that this all started on grindr of all things and also their kisses are like hellos— ]
I've been thinking about this ... for a while.
[ So there you go, the sort of apology for calling Flambae unsexy. Robert isn't all depression (seasonal, of course) and rage all the time, he's got a little side of thirst. Also, he's a grown ass man and if he doesn't want to play it chaste at first he's not going to. They can save all that for when they have to behave at work.
He doesn't want to behave right now, and Flambae just admitted that he likes it dirty.
... While also asking for his consent, and for all his stupidity, that is actually pretty cool of him.
By the time he answers the consent question, his voice is a little husky, quiet and intimate between them. ]
Do it.
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Flambae has always had trouble with authority, but when it comes to being told what to do in the bedroom, he can be surprisingly obedient.]
You got it, Boss.
[good luck robert he is never saying that shit to you at work
He bites down hard, not sparing Robert in the least, although he isn't necessarily trying to draw blood. Then things will get messy, after all, and these sheets are suspiciously white, but he'll drag that missing tooth all over the tender skin, giving Robert's cock a tug for good measure. Flambae then goes straight for the collarbones, pressing a few rough kisses here and there, before sinking his teeth into various places and sucking where he can. The fuckass firestarter had been lamenting not showing Robert's chest enough love, and rubs his chin against the hair there, traveling downwards and towards a nipple, kissing all around it before gently taking one into his mouth.
Some guys don't like this. Flambae has learned that the hard way, but, Robert might appreciate a fellow hero appreciating his fitness regimen with his mouth.]
You don't have your phone around, do you?
[Oh, he's definitely tugging now.
When he lets Robert go, he'll blow hot air over wet skin.]
Fuck.
I was gonna take a picture.
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If it was said at work he might actually kiss Flambae in front of everyone in retaliation.
He groans out loudly enough when he's bitten that Beef might be jostled from his shrimp coma in the other room. It's not a sound of distress by any means, though. His thighs squeeze in against Flambae's hips as the pleasure builds back up again from wherever it had temporarily gone. The great thing about having Robert for a lover is that leaving marks on him may not, in fact, be as obvious as it is with those who are not constantly covered in bruises and scar tissue. Extra great because he loves how it feels, he wants Flambae to keep on ravaging him like he deserves it (he doesn't know if he does).
And honestly, yeah, he doesn't seem to mind Flambae's lips around his nipple at all. In fact he's moaning out loud again, arching his back in a way that presses down against the flaming hero's body. He's so distractable at the moment he almost doesn't hear the question. Other things are on his mind... ]
Huh- [ Oh. His phone. Well considering he is butt ass naked at the moment, no his phone isn't just conveniently nearby. And normally he'd be suspicious as hell if Flambae wanted a picture... but. If it's on Robert's camera roll, that's a different story.
He exhales, slowly. ]
Uh... in my pants?
[ you know, normal place for a phone to be and not just up his asshole or something, this is terrible i don't know why i wrote it this way i'm sorry ]
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Ooh, should he give him a lap dance? Fuck, this might be one of the few times he wishes he were a little smaller.
Flambae's selfishness is a learned behavior, even if he's had years and years of practice, and it's times like this when he's alone with people he deeply cares for that some of it sifts and settles, while the facade of bravado slips. Flambae just has to laugh at Robert's endearing and heavy-lidded reaction. Somehow it's almost as charming as the way his slender body lurches and responds to everything that Flambae's attempting to do, especially since the hothead is worried that it's too domestic or not flashy enough. That MechaMan has probably had many a mate at least in the sack, and that this can't possibly compare to any of those wild encounters. Either way, he may not say it, but Flambae appreciates the privilege of being able to make Robert happy tonight, even if it's only temporary.
A horny photo is much better taken in the moment, which appears to have passed. Besides, the second they are apart and not in working quarters, Robert is going to be spammed with a variety of snapshots from lewd camera angles. Ridiculous things like, "Does my butt look big in these?" with "these" in question being the tiniest denim shorts you've ever seen... You get the picture.
Flambae rests that 5'o'clock shadow right in the line between the clearly defined muscles of Robert's chest, eyes still closed as he smiles. The laugh was a sweet one, more along the lines of the sounds he had been making over dinner.]
Do you want one?
[A picture, a video, he means.
Maybe he should clarify.]
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If Flambae gave him a lap dance he would either come in his pants or die laughing because the man is so enormous. It's a toss-up, really.
He wonders vaguely why Flambae is laughing at him, but finds that he doesn't care enough to stop enjoying this "spoiling" that he's getting. If his body wants to be a lewd slut and rut against Flambae or arch sharply, well whatever. The only chance of a witness is Beef and Beef doesn't want any part of this (Cuddles later are a different story). Robert would still absolutely lose his mind if he knew that Flambae thought he was just taking superheroes in the sack left and right. That this ... all of this tonight ... hasn't taken a lot of questioning and judging and even courage. He's brave or reckless or both, but not with .... matters of the heart. Again, he simply lacks the experience to approach it so boldly.
At least he thinks he's probably prepared for selfies of tiny denim shorts. That seems very Flambae.
It does funny things to his heart when the firestarter rests against his chest and laughs in such an achingly sweet way. Briefly Robert wonders if the weird heart feelings can be felt from the outside. ]
A ... picture? I mean...
[ That sounds ridiculous. It is ridiculous, right? Then again, look at everything that's happened in the last like 48 hours. He doesn't want Flambae to stop lavishing him in attention (shhh) but ...
He gives a lighthearted laugh of his own. ]
Why the fuck not?
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He can be gentle, he can be quiet, but maybe not tonight, not until Robert is satisfied and things are more still.
Flambae will do the same with the other pectoral muscle he’s left by the wayside, biting harder this time, ensuring he’s leaving a mark on this side.
A wicked grin returns as he begins to speak again, doing his best to make his voice sound deep and sultry.]
Do you think you can try and get it for me?
[The chuckle that follows sounds a lot more sinister than the laughter he let out over Robert’s heart.]
While I try to get you, mmm~! You know…
[He’ll respond by crassley pushing on the inside of his cheek with his own tongue.
Robert likes it rough, is he fond of this sort of repulsive behavior?]
You just might get a really good shot.
[Somehow, somewhere, Malevola may get the sneaking suspicion that Flambae is going where everybody thinks he is going…
Not for being gay but doing stupid shit like this.]
Don’t share it with anybody.
This shit is only supposed to be for you.
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Anyway. Robert honestly looks forward to finding more out about the different sides of Flambae. Like he's genuinely kind of excited? It's new and strange but ... not a bad feeling once he gets over feeling like an idiot.
Unfortunately Flambae says a lot of really stupid shit but he is good at lowering his voice in that almost Spanish accent of his. He's reluctant still to climb off of the man's lap, but with a grunt that should not be coming out of a man of his young age, he rolls off and onto his stomach so he can reach out for his pants on the ground. This is the maximum effort he's taking. He's got a hard-on, so if he has to actually stand up and walk somewhere, forget about the picture for now. ]
Relax. I wouldn't share it.
[ For one thing, he's got a couple more intelligence points than Flambae does. And for another, they know who they hang around with, right? Sexy photos of Robert's private life are not getting out. Anywhere. ]
Beef might see it.
[ But that would be by accident. Also he's joking mostly. ]
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He doesn't want Robert to go.
It's a rare moment for sure, to see Flambae so taken with surprise. When the realization hits him, his lips part and he looks frightened again. He knows that even crushes for him are all-consuming, what with the obsessive tendencies he's developed over the years, but this is bad. The man is a few centimeters away and it feels as though they're on opposite sides of the room. Flambae knows he's in for it the second Robert leaves his apartment even though they will be showing up at the same office, as the familiar creep of loneliness and doubt will sink in again.]
Um, a-ah...
[Say something.
God, fuck, sad gay yearning makes him so ugly. He swears whenever he has an unrequited crush he turns into that hideous little bald thing from Lord of the Rings. What was his name? The one who was always hissing and collecting too much jewelry...]
If this gets any more serious later, he will definitely be seeing all of me, FOR WHICH I AM SORRY!
[Why is he screaming...]
Since, my balls are right here-
[Don't gesture to them?!]
And his are gone. Snip-snip!
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He's not really sure if that's what he's hearing but it sure is a choice to raise his voice like that for no reason. ]
I really don't think he cares.
[ He responds in that deadpan voice of his as he finally grabs his phone and is able to sit back up on the bed. And snap a picture of Flambae gesturing to his balls. Hilarious.
But seriously though no more interruptions. ]
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Stupidmotherfuckeryoudidnotgetthegoodside!
[Of his nutsack? Yeah, hopefully, that topic is not broached again.
Angrily, he'll grab one of Robert's ankles and drag the attached leg upwards, shoving it over his shoulder and repeating the motion with the other side. Whatever, he'll be rough again, muttering an onslaught if incomprehensible curses in a variety of languages. Some Spanish, some Afghan, and something vaguely French sounding, all peppered in between kisses and bites to Robert's midsection.
It's not until he takes Robert's cock in his mouth again that he's quiet. What is it about blowjobs that make him go on autopilot? For him dicks are sort of like adult pacifiers, although that is something he's never saying out loud lest it gets to his sister, because he would one day like to see his niece again.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
He's slower at the start this go around, moving up and down with the intention of savoring the sensation of Robert in his mouth, this go around, doing his best not to let the nerves get the best of him. The truth is, he'd like to do more for him but is scared he'll take things too far like he always does, so he'll rely on the elevated temperature of his body, only even in his mouth things are getting hotter.
It's probably his own arousal. Thankfully, they don't have to think much about it, seeing as he's not on fire as of yet.
When he has to take a breath, it's unwilling. He practically pries himself from Robert's prick, panting harshly, nestling his nose right under the base.]
Move your-
[That's not right.]
Cross your legs.
Behind my head, like you're...
[Choking me.]
Shutting me up.
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For now though the phone kind of flips in one hand to the other and then unceremoniously bounces onto the bed as Robert's leg is suddenly taken captive in an angry flourish of several languages— ]
Whoa- hey! Shit—
[ At least the device is much closer now so if one of them wants a sexy picture, they can get one. Unfortunately that thought is rapidly growing distant for Robert once Flambae starts using his mouth again. He doesn't even complain after the initial exclamations when the other leg is grabbed and put into place. He is beginning to suspect that Flambae has a fixation on sucking dick in particular, but he has very little to complain about with that actually.
The only thing he will complain about is if suddenly he's on fire. Hard pass on being lit on fire.
Robert groans as this toothless motherfucker practically pulls arousal right out of him again. For a moment there he'd almost forgotten how much he feels like he's burning up with desire.
He's not very convinced that anything can shut Flambae up at this point, but as he pants softly, he wriggles a bit to cross his legs as requested. It's a bit awkward of a position but really no worse than sleeping in a plastic chair. ]
Odd request coming from you, but alright.
[ Sarcastic retorts are how he copes with his own horniness and how the alternative sounds to come out of him would have been lewd enough to make even the strongest perverts on the streets of LA blush. He'll still be making those anyway, though. Especially since it's becoming more and more difficult not to just be sincere tonight. ]
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[Sure, he loves giving head, but it’s more that Flambae finds his metaphorical and physical knees buckling to get Robert off. Because when he’s sucking him dry, it’s less embarrassing, somehow, to look up at the dispatcher the way Flambae is doing now.
He feels so hot, below the belt and with every wayward thrust and incredibly satisfying sound that Robert is making. He too moans with his mouthful multiple times, losing his ability to even pretend that there’s anything other than carnal nonsense on his mind.
Since he’s kissed Robert’s cock up and down, he now knows which part of it’s the most sensitive. The veins are familiar, would Flambae be able to recognize him from just a picture? God, he hopes when Robert gets drunk or horny late at night he sends stupid and disgusting photos, dick pics with shitty lighting… They’re terrible but Flambae finds when needs a man that badly, it’s actually nice.
It means they can’t control themselves, that they’re thinking of you.
The added pressure around his neck isn’t helping. He doesn’t quite gag, although he releases Robert to cough a little, looking up between Robert’s legs hopelessly. He’s not begging for an out or anything, but he thought the roughness would bring him down from cloud nine a little.
It doesn’t, he’s still hard as ever.]
Did you want me to…
[God, hands, where are his fucking hands? He can barely get the words out.]
Put my fingers inside you?
[And, as if to apologize for the seemingly insane request, he takes Robert’s entire nutsack into his mouth.]
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Imagine if this was Shroud, just knowing every single thing that was about to happen and lying there like a dead fish to accept the inevitable.
Nasty. What a nasty existence. Even Robert's existence isn't that sad.
He's getting a thrill out of this, as is evident by the sounds he's making and how he unfortunately can't do a thing about the lewd way his cock throbs in between Flambae's lips. He keeps his legs tight, though he has no actual intention to hurt Flambae. Not in a biting his finger off sort of way. He also knows that, because of the superpowers and the fact that the man is much too large for his own good, it's more difficult to actually hurt him. Besides, he asked for this... ]
Nngh—
[ The needy groan is the only thing he manages to reply at first. His ability to process intelligent thought is once again threatening to leave him behind with nothing but a heavy haze of arousal and horniness.
The question, when he processes it, makes his stomach dip like he's on a roller coaster. So it's pleasant and terrifying at the same time. The thought of Flambae's fingers — and something else of Flambae's — inside of him sends a searing jolt straight to his dick.
Guess he really does have it bad for this guy. ]
Yes. Fuck, yes.
[ He answers breathlessly, putting his hands over his face in another stupid moment of shyness. He's not very experienced with this particular act. Probably. So he's a little worried. A lot embarrassed. He has no desire to be handled with kid gloves (his body has clearly been through a lot of trauma so this is nothing), so he suggests nothing of the sort. Flambae is a veteran gay anyway so he's not concerned that this would be handled poorly. It's just ...
Well he's embarrassed because it's been a long time since he's pursued something indulgent and pleasurable and whatever the hell else this is. That he's just basically asked for something instead of always doing his best to do something for everyone else. And he doesn't know how to make this scenario snarky and sarcastic or deadpan in that special way he has with Flambae. It's too real... ]
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on that dickwith his mouth???, engulfed in flames and everything.Robert's legs feel nice against his neck. They tighten with the twitching of his cock, which is such a satisfying horny detail, Flambae will absolutely be thinking about for nights to come.
Now he does figure out what to do with his hands, at least after spitting out and and spitting on Robert's balls, then pressing soft kisses to them as he reorients. He splays flat, warm palms over those banged up thighs, just taking a good few seconds to torture the other man by peering at him wickedly.]
Yes?
[Maybe this is too disgusting, but isn't that what Robert seems to like? In the most irritating way possible, Flambae is careful to press his chin against the base of Robert's cock, doing his best not to use the kind of pressure that's uncomfortable. He then rubs it from side to side, miming a sort of "Tsk-Tsk," motion as he clicks his tongue in tandem.]
You're being awfully shy, Robert. Why don't you let me see your fucking face?
Then I'll give you what you want so badly.
[Flambae isn't thinking about it now, but in a way, Robert has given him so much. Considering their history, it's probably foolish to trust a common criminal with something as delicate as what is probably his first intimate encounter in a long time. Then again, Robert is the whole reason he even considered re-orienting his life path in the first place, as jail time and the lack of employment options for ex-cons have sort of forced his three-fingered hand.]
I take back what I said about your ass earlier.
It is... Flat, as all hell, oh, absolutely-
[RUDE!!! He's just trying to get a rise of out him...
but he hath already risen (i'm sorry god)]
Like the Earth all those early people imagined!
[Flat Earthers... butt the og historical kind]
But it's nice.
I can't wait to make it feel-
[There's so much nasty shit to say, but he'll keep it brief.]
Tender.
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this is for like. the ether the reason he did not respond to the phenomenal drag is that
i take it back i am scared
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using this icon is a little out of pocket but
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am i allowed to type the twinkie line
twinkie line is crazy
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I AM SO SORRY ABOUT ALL THIS RAMBLY DIALOGUE
IT'S ALL GOOD IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD
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i need to review the game canon ALKDJFA but would he have seen-
granny? YEAH....
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this is a sweeter expression but my paid expired
noooo, the worst
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this is a placeholder but it is stupid jokey fodder here