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[ Robert meets that catty expression with suspicion. Seriously, what was that about!! He can't believe he's being left on read.

But wait, yes he can.

Honestly, he also gets a sort of jittery feeling in his stomach when Flambae moves on to other things, saying that he's horny. It's really dumb. But it makes him happy. He's contributing to this. Even if the TLC joke did in fact make its timely appearance. In a way, that just makes it better, since that is Flambae's little flair on things: wild pop culture jokes in the midst of already out of pocket sayings.

Despite this gooey feelings, he answers sarcastically and with a smile on his face. ]

Yeah, that's not anything new.

[ He brings his hand up to gently rest against Flambae's shoulder. It's really kind of sweet he's thinking about how they said they might watch a movie together. Even if he is confusing franchises. Or combining them? ]

I think we'll have plenty of time to do that.

[ Perhaps even watch both Ring franchise movies. Imagine!

Robert is pleased to hear the words though, and smiles. He could have verified Flambae's state of being with how he's being his weirdo self but it is nice to hear it directly. He leans in just enough to press the featheriest of kisses against the man's warm temple. ]

I'm glad to hear it. So what was this thing you thought you might be able to help me with?

[ He's genuinely curious, now that he knows he doesn't need to fuss (too much) over Flambae's injuries. Or maybe they should just go right to the horny problem... ]

[It isn't anything new.

Flambae has harbored those feelings for a lot longer than he would like to admit.

Robert mentions that they have plenty of time, warming Flambae up in a manner quite contrary to his destructive abilities. The sensation is gooey and saccharine in a way that he would never dare to speak about out loud. He remembers being younger and not thinking he would even be here at this age, much less with someone he liked this much in his bed. Once upon a time, Flambae had even wondered if he had somehow missed his window to find the love of his life, only recently coming to terms with the fact that maybe that man would still be out there or perhaps there would be multiple.

While he's peppered with kisses, Flambae closes his eyes, sporting a smug, pleased expression, once again in the way a cat does when it is feeling comfortable. He pulls Robert into an embrace, although he does so softly not to disturb Robert's nursing efforts, quite content to snuggle albeit awkwardly in a G-string and on those peculiarly white sheets of his.]

After all those fights as a normie, you've got to be sore, right?

I swear, when I pass you in the hallways, I can hear your bones snap-crackle-popping man!

I think I could help fix that for you.

[Rats. Robert is still wearing his uniform, otherwise Flambae would demonstrate.]

Even though setting shit on fire is the coolest superpower around, I am so fucking amazing, it's not like I can just do that.

I can heat things without burning them.

[Where is he going with this-]

Like your muscles!

[cute at least he is admitting robert has them

sort of]

And all of your creaky joints that go, "Crunch-crunch."

[ Robert honestly is going to feel a little insane for not realizing Flambae has been kind of obsessed with him. But also maybe he doesn't need to know the extent. Difficult to say! What's important is that they're here now, and the dispatcher is happy about it, especially knowing that Flambae isn't injured enough (physically or for his pride) to be concerning. He's back to being his normal self. ]

I don't think my body is really the equivalent of a guy in his 30s, no.

[ Even though he works out and tends to his own injuries and whatnot, he is definitely crunchy.

Enough so that he can't even come up with a witty retort to Flambae's words.

So instead of that, he leans back just enough to be able to get a good look at the man, his expression curious. ]

You mean like a heated massage?

[ A couple of things happen here once his mind opens to this possibility. Firstly, he is more than happy to volunteer himself for it. Secondly, he already feels a sense of warmth in his chest and even his stomach, but that's all from the fact that Flambae cares enough to offer something like that to him.

Also, thank god Flambae is not on Team Dad Bod. Even Robert's dignity can only take so much. He'll gladly take even a "sort of" acknowledgment of his muscles instead. ]

I wouldn't complain...

Edited 2026-02-03 02:00 (UTC)

[He doesn't need to know, and Flambae will be doing everything in his power to prevent that from getting out, but... We all know how that goes.

That means it will, in fact, come up, and in a manner that is going to be truly horrendous.]

Ch'yeah! One who just got back from Vietnam, maybe.

[If he ever hears about the Dad-bod accusations, he is going to have a conniption. Instead, since he's remaining iNnOcEnT and sUWeEet, he'll reach a hand out to rub repeatedly at the back of Robert's neck. How stiff is it?

Flambae may boast constantly about his own long hair, but it's nice that Robert kind of keeps his short. It makes manhandling him a lot easier, since he doesn't have a long mane to get caught on things.]

Something like that, yes.

I mean, have you ever even been to a spa?

[Somehow, the idea of him having attended several ska concerts seems more plausible.]

[ It will definitely be revealed in the most out of pocket way. Look forward to it! ]

It's worse than that.

[ Not that he was in Vietnam obviously because he is a millennial. But he's pretty sure his bones are crunchier.

Thoughts of self-depreciating jokes drift away though as Flambae's hand rests against the back of his neck. Robert shivers a little, but he's anything but chilly. There's just this little euphoric rush of being touched by someone you have (very very recently) just starting dating and this is no exception. Even if it's not kinky or any sort of foreplay.

It's just ... really nice.

But the former "normie" hero laughs a little at the question. ]

When, and with what money would I have?

[ He subsists on twinkies and cereal and he sleeps in a chair. This man does not treat himself to the spa. ]

Sometimes if you flirt with the masseuse a little you can get in for free.

[He leaves out the detail that his own tip in that situation had been a blowjob, but! Details.

Flambae silently looks over Robert's body. He doesn't know whether to feel pity or relief, in part because the other man is finally admitting that something isn't right in the first place. He's been a little defensive, hasn't he, and not in the way Flambae usually is, with the moody firestarter's outright denial of things.

As eager as he is to "get to work" on his new man, he's terrified. Even with all of that effort, will it ever be enough? Then again, Robert seems to not fix things even if they are way beyond broken, so... He will probably stick around if Flambae doesn't torch their relationship majorly.]

Everything you say about your life... It's like, I can't even make a joke about how fucking sad it was. You are worse than EEE-YORE. You know the EE-YORE? His tail keeps falling off... Like a bad toupee, or... A leaky buttplug.

[sorry for the unnecessary dispatch humor i-]

My niece likes that one.

[Cartoon, stuffed animal... It's all the same to him.]

The jolly bear and his jittery pink boyfriend remind me of a lot of couples I used to know.

[The hand on Robert's neck trails upwards, his warm fingers running through the other man's hair, messing with it on purpose.]

Fuck.

I should probably feed you.

[Despite being sore and incredibly reluctant, he is ATTEMPTING to get out of bed but it isn't very successful-]

You didn't eat anything on the way here, did you.

Yeah, didn't do that either.

[ His brow lifts at Flambae like seriously? but then he leaves it at that. He doesn't actually want to be regaled with stories of giving a masseuse head for free spa treatments.

As for admitting he's a bit broken in body, Robert doesn't intend on getting too deep into that either. It's just that he couldn't find a quick reply in the moment that was better than leaning into the joke.

There are definitely some things he needs to work through ... ]

Okay, saying your niece likes him and talking about a soggy buttplug in almost the same sentence is actually really fucked up, just so you know.

[ And Robert will not even comment on being compared to the depressed donkey from Winnie-the-Pooh. See, there is a limit to some things!!

When Flambae moves to get out of the bed, he reaches out to lightly take his arm, tug it in a bit. ]

No, I was too busy wondering why my boyfriend was ignoring me when he's hurt. But I'm not going to starve if you just rest for a little while.

[ Besides, he likes being like this. Close together, touching. Warm. ]

Unless you're hungry? Maybe I can just call something in.

[where is the icon of him lighting fully on fire BOYFRIEND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

[God! Commitment is something he's been wanting so badly, and while they have discussed being exclusive if briefly, this is different! A step up, and he said it so casually and without thinking...

Flambae notably perks up at the use of the word, and there's an odd, nervous intensity in how he holds himself even though his words provide no contest to the label. In fact, he's so jittery and determined to play it cool, something that would appear nearly impossible for him to do by nature, that he forgets to respond to the comment about Eeyore and the his tail ear loosely attached stuffed animal butt plug.

Very little force is required to plop Flambae back onto the bed. The G-string with straps does wiggle out of a place a little, even if Flambae doesn't seem to notice. He shakes his head, a little too voraciously.]

It's okay.

My appetite today is a little... Meh?

[He reaches out to touch the side of Robert's face again.

He can be chill, he can be gentle, even if the icky butterflies weevil-ing away in his stomach are reminding him that there's still time for him to ruin this.]

It wasn't ignoring so much as...

[Those fuzzy brows furrow again.]

I am not quite sure what you are seeing when you look at me.

It'd be nice if it... Didn't get any worse.

[They never will, though.]

I really would like to help take care of you, if...

It's any fucking consolation.

[ The word did just slip out so naturally and well established that if Robert stopped to think about it for two seconds he would be kind of surprised about it too. But that's what they are, right? Flambae isn't laughing at him or telling him to go fuck himself so he has to assume he didn't overstep here.

He's mostly thinking about how that g-string is wiggling around though and takes a very slow swallow. ]

... Oh. Yeah. Okay.

[ But he'll still call something in for them later if they get the munchies? That seems like a normal thing to offer, since he's not about to cook something up himself, and he doesn't want Flambae to strain himself even if he does have super healing abilities that will kick in. So that is that.

After a moment, Robert kind of resituates himself to sit more properly on the bed and still beside Flambae. His head tilts up as his face is touched, and he offers a quiet sort of smile. ]

You think ... telling me that you're hurt is going to make me see something different?

[ How shallow does he think Robert is, anyway? Well it's not even that exactly. It's that Robert cares with his whole heart or he doesn't care at all, so it's fairly clear where his former nemesis stands on the scale. And he's already established that he was really worried, that he's lost too many people not to be. ]

I said I wouldn't complain about the massage.

[ He quirks a smile, but is then more serious and less la-dee-dah about things as he continues. ]

You've figured it out by now that I've ... never really had that? So it might take me a bit. But I'll ... probably let you.

[ Take care of him a little, he means. As long as he can still patch up Flambae's scrapes and scratches from time to time too. ]

[Flambae isn't one to let himself openly look sad. Anger is the emotion he feels first and foremost, since it's so reactionary, and the violence wrought from it is often mistakenly touted as power.

He had assumed that maybe it had been a while, that perhaps Robert had been in a few relationships early on and they had all fizzled out. What he's told is even more jarring to accept. Flambae has spent way too much time in prison envisioning Mecha Man's various conquests, and at work, he'd been continuously driving himself up the wall trying to figure out which Z-team woman Robert had taken out on a date, narrowing it down to Invisigal or Blazer. Now he's wondering if there wasn't even a date at all, and if his own paranoid obsession had created a nonexistent scenario entirely.

When he takes Robert's face in both hands again, he examines it ruefully. Flambae finds many features of the former hero attractive much to his own dismay, but it is in fact Robert's face that he prefers most. The man has gentle brown eyes that look so different when they light up, his smile is kind, and the freckles over Robert's nose and cheeks have practically burned their way into the back of Flambae's eyeballs at this point.]

I almost don't believe you.

[So nobody else has had the chance to love him?

Oh boy. They are going down a very dangerous road indeed.

Knowing Robert, he's likely to have kept his distance for the safety of others. So that they wouldn't get hurt or have been used as a bargaining chip, or weep when he was inevitably killed in combat.

Losing the functionality of the suit was probably one of the best things to ever happen to him in hindsight.]

I know you are not lying to me.

It's just that you...

[Flambae takes a deep breath inwards. Why is this so hard to admit?]

Really seem like a big relationship guy.

Edited 2026-02-03 05:16 (UTC)

[ Losing the suit had been a blessing in disguise, though even now Robert is reluctant to admit it definitively. He's even still young enough that he can probably salvage some kind of life. He's liking the direction his life is going, at least.

Though he had no intention of making Flambae feel sad about him or anything like that. Facts are facts and he's not just going to pretend that there hasn't been some damage, especially not to someone he cares about. Someone he also wants to know the truth about.

His gaze drops down for a moment as he exhales through his nose, even as his face is taken and he knows he's being studied. ]

After my dad died, I sort of ... shut everybody out. Even Chase.

[ For much, much too long. It hurts his chest to even think of how he'd almost lost the guy when he'd just gotten him back, and he was the best friend and family member Robert had really ever had. God, no wonder Flambae wanted to compare him to the sad donkey.

He looks up again, still smiling, though it's a bit resigned now. ]

So no, I'm not lying.

[ Seriously, he didn't want to shift the mood like this. He isn't entirely sure what's got Flambae feeling this way, even though he does feel quite warm that he even cares enough to want to know these things. ]

People weren't exactly lining up to get a piece of me, either. Not in a sexy way, in any case.

[Flambae doesn't find himself wanting to shy away from the melancholy this time, especially considering that the closer he gets to Robert, the harder it gets to shy away from it. He's always had an underpinning of quiet misery to him, what with his eyes being so dead most of the time.

He pulls some of his covers askew, scooting over and beneath them.

He eyes Robert suspiciously. Does he start undoing the man's buttons or does he ask...]

That's crazy! He seems very annoying and honestly? A little hard to lose.

[But maybe Chase struggles with technology?!

Flambae makes a face at the idea of nobody lining up to sweet Robert off his feet. Sure, an average Joe with no superpowers in a giant robot doesn't exactly scream Sex God, but MechaMan was an accomplished and well-respected superhero. He's sure to have had some admirers that he's overlooked... Guess who's in denial about how insane his preoccupation with said hero is.

He decides to give Robert a pap on the shoulder. Maybe if he's silly about it, the other man will feel better.

Also, having no competition is kind of nice... Only, there is Invisigal. And maybe Blazer?! But maybe Robert prefers men... Ugh, he can dream, can't he...]

H'ohhhh, come on! At least one of those killer cannibal fuckers has got to be making a fetish out of it.

Didn't you put, I dunno, five out of the six in the slammer?

[ok stalker]

[ Unfortunately, yes, it does seem that melancholy is an included accessory if you happen to want to get close to Robert. It's not entirely by his own choosing, but he has certainly contributed a lot of damage to the issue.

With Flambae tugging at the covers, he moves along with it to make it easier. He's also kind of wondering, should he ... get out of his uniform? The two of them are on extremely opposite sides of the "level of dressed" spectrum right now. Mostly though, he just wants to get cozy.

He does laugh a little at the assessment of Chase. The man would probably also be pleased to be perceived that way even though he is actually a huge softie. ]

Probably, but I tried really hard. And I think he wanted to give me space too.

[ It hit Chase pretty hard too, after all. It seems like he's more or less kept tabs on Robert (or at least Mecha Man) for the past 15 years, but it was a hands-off approach. And in hindsight, that sucks. He shouldn't have closed him out. He shouldn't have just let him keep his distance, but it's what he wanted at the time and then time passed and it was awkward and maybe he was a little ashamed at how far he'd fallen...

Anyway. Robert would find it very silly that Flambae is wondering about competition when he literally just referred to him as his boyfriend.

But he lifts a brow, suspicious and impressed all at the same time. ]

Yeah, actually. Was that just a lucky guess?

[ Flambae kind of a freak in multiple ways so.... ]

Either way I don't care to know what they're imagining about me.

[Does he lie? Oh, yeah, he's going to lie-]

Yes.

[At least none of those newspaper clippings were used for jerkoff purposes. No, no, those were only the hot-blooded memories of their fight pre-amputation, and he's not proud of it! Prison sucks and he needed an intense memory.

Speaking of Chase, it's both a miracle and a huge relief he doesn't die. Also, it's bit weird to know that if he did, he'd be "taken care of," as Malevola put it. What the fuck? What does Flambae have to do to get what sounds like the eternal equivalent of financial security?!

Flambae snorts. Robert is joining him, so he'll shut up about the unnecessary layers of clothing for now.]

Yeah, they were all kind of fugly, to be honest.

[So that was their greatest crime?! Not, you know, the consumption of human flesh...]

Did you spend all those years being, ah, emo without all of the excessive guyliner-

[crying emoji]

Because you were missing your father or something?

Huh.

[ Not entirely sure if he believes him but he won't pursue the subject any further. Cannibals with the hots for Mecha Man is a bit much, right? He still laughs at the comment though. ]

Oh, yeah. Incredibly fugly. Also, they ate people.

[ SO yeah, lots of dealbreakers there. Flambae doesn't even have murder on his rap sheet so they're doing pretty good here.

Robert stretches a little in an effort to get more comfortable now that they've decided they wish to stay planted to the bed for a bit.

He considers the question. Was it because he missed a father he barely knew? Some of it, undoubtedly. He looked up to his dad, he wanted to carry on their legacy correctly and make him proud.

But after a moment, he shrugs. ]

That's part of it, sure. He was murdered in cold blood by a former friend of his.

[ Robert feels this explanation is justification enough that he would have wanted to get revenge, whether that ended in Shroud's death or merely in having him locked away for good.

He waves his hand a little in a wishy-washy gesture. ]

I was just going through a lot. That's all. I lost sight of what was important, but I'd like to think I'm working on getting it back.

[God, why the hell is it always men like this he's attracted to... As much as he lied about Robert not being his type, the guy really is. He's juuuuust damaged enough to need the kind of love and care Flambae can offer a partner, but not sad enough to really ruin the fiery hothead's life.

Supposedly.]

Are you sure they were really friends, man?

Because Shroud was giving off some serious jilted ex-lover vibes to me.

[Flambae runs his five-fingered hand absent-mindedly through Robert's hair again, then curling those fingers and brushing the knuckles up and down the other man's cheek softly.

He watches Robert carefully, trying to see what kind of touches are his favorite. Everyone has a preference.]

I don't care how evil you are.

No self-respecting homosexual would threaten to kill a fatty chihuahua in front of everybody like that! Especially not in an outfit so horrible.

[ALSKDJFAKSJFLSKJF

He then cups Robert's face with both hands, this time running his palms upwards and over both ears, teasing them between his index fingers and his thumbs.

He doesn’t say it, but some of those important things are probably lost forever.]

Have you ever considered that having fun can be important too? I mean, just look at you! Your banged up bod is suffering because of it.

[it really could have ended there]

And the lack of the of the fun kind of banging, you know

[All the jizzing he hasn't done...]

Edited 2026-02-06 00:19 (UTC)

[ Supposedly.

Normally Robert would soften at the touches through his hair and against his cheek, but he takes a moment to look both distrubed and affronted. ]

What? I don't know, I—

[ It's true it seems like jilted exes behavior, and Mrs. Robertson wasn't in the picture, but — he doesn't want to imagine his dad in yaois??? ]

Dude.

[ Like for real that's his dad.

And the whole thing with Beef was just - well, it makes him really mad, enough so that it elevates his heartrate, gets him a bit riled up even though Shroud has already been taken care of. It's, weirdly enough, Flambae's hands sliding against the sides of his face and against his ears that soothes him down again. Maybe it's because a chunk of one is missing, but his ears seem to be pretty sensitive.

Robert exhales softly, and then looks at Flambae quietly before he gives a little smile. ]

I told you I'm working on it.

[ More importantly!! His life has already improved by leaps and bounds from what it was before all he ever did was Mecha Man things. Blazer and the Z-team and Chase, and now Flambae, they're all teaching Robert what he's missed.

And so he quirks his brow suggestively at Flambae's crazy commentary, curling a hand around one of those wrists. All the jizzing he's not done seems kinda personal but!! You know what- ]

So are you going to show me a fun time or not?

[Flambae wants so badly to kiss Robert roughly and to do as he's prompted, despite every ounce of soreness that he's experiencing right now. The pain is all a part of the super-healing process, something about things feeling a whole lot worse before they get better. Flambae's skin is regenerating so the cells in his body are working tirelessly in comparison to his usual baseline, which makes him even more exhausted. It isn't helpful that Flambae remained awake far too long the night prior, wanting to ensure that the apartment was clean and that everything was perfect, even going the extra mile to wake up so he could treat Robert to breakfast and pack him a fucking lunch. Flambae half-asses nearly everything he doesn't care about, but when it comes to the things and people he loves, he goes all the way.

That doesn't come without any consequences.

God, he'd like to be able to push himself to do it, and perhaps if he were with someone untrustworthy or unfaithful, he'd force his way through the act of it. Tonight, albeit nervously, he tries to tell the truth.]

I would if I could...

[He almost uses a nickname, and then continues with the real one. This is a bit more serious.]

Robert.

I'll be hunky-dory tomorrow, especially since we can both agree that I am far hunk than door, I mean honestly, who came up with this slogan, whatthefuck...

[Flambae incomprehensibly grumbles, although he does reluctantly pull his hands from Robert's face and tries to mess with some of the buttons of the other man's shirt, if they are within reach.]

But during the healing period... I guess you could say I feel worse?

I'm not bullshitting you.

[Surprisingly, he sounds sincere.

And even moreso, he sounds tired.]

I'd fuck you again if it wouldn't end in disaster.

[He can't really trust his body in this state.]

It would also be nice if I could manage to make you some dinner.

[ Robert wants all of those things too, but certainly not if Flambae isn't feeling it, if he's still hurting. Of course he doesn't know how a super-healing thing works, not being blessed in that department. It does of course make sense that it's not just waving a magic wand so everything feels better and more of a ... balance system. So he'd understand. He does understand.

Though he was mostly ribbing Flambae about it, he does feel a bit bad about when the man gets serious. Even uses his real name, so you know it means something. ]

I don't think that's what hunky-dory means.

[ He answers that first, softly, because it's easier to say the silly things. His fingers loosen and drop away from Flambae's wrist, but rest lightly against his leg instead. Though he doesn't stop his buttons from being tampered with, he's looking very intent and focused on that face. ]

It hurts that badly right now? You should have told me earlier.

[ Now his gaze drops to sweep over Flambae's body and not even in a suggestive way. Do painkillers even help something like this? Probably not. Superpowered humans suck actually.

Robert shakes his head. ] I know you're serious. What can I do to help?

[ Even if it's just keeping him company with gentle touches, Robert can do that. He doesn't want to be useless. If there's even a tiny thing he can do to make it less bad, he wants to do it. This isn't something he's ever had for himself, so he's all the more eager to offer it since he can. ]

Let me call in something to eat. I don't want you to be moving around so much when you're in pain.

[ He also doesn't want to point out that they didn't really fuck, Robert just came with a finger inside him and that's ... embarrassing. ]

There's always tomorrow.

[Flambae busies himself with Robert's buttons, avoiding the other man's gaze as he is being affectionately questioned. He can feel Robert's eyes on him, surveying him closely in a way he wasn't sure that he'd like, though he does. If they weren't in an intimate setting, he'd shrug the concern away or feel embarrassed, but in private, when it is just the two of them...

It's like being under a warm spotlight. Not the kind that burns or makes you sweat unnecessarily, but the sort that would make any showman happy to be seen.

So when he responds and finally makes eye contact again, he's as shitty as ever.]

Well! I had a shitty-goddamn-miserable day, and you came to my fucking rescue, hero.

[Flambae rolls his eyes.]

Aren't you supposed to be out of office, anyway?

[His fingers finally press away the last button, and he finds himself distracted. In theory, all he's looking at is the chest and a tight, battered torso, and yet he finds himself captivated by the sight of it.

Maybe he shouldn't, maybe he's sending mixed signals, but he flattens his palm and runs it slowly up the center of Robert's exposed upper body, hands glowing with warmth as they get higher.]

It's not the pain that's the problem. I kick the crap out of people for a day job! That comes with the territory.

It's the fucking fatigue that gets me, man.

It's... Annoying.

Not having the energy for the things you want to do.

[And the people.]

[ Well, if Flambae wasn't shitty in response, Robert might actually be very concerned. Regardless, it doesn't matter to him for the moment that the super-healer is looking away from him, or that he's quiet for a moment. Robert just wants to make sure that he really does at least look okay and nothing is just glaringly wrong.

He does make eye contact when the other man speaks again though. There might have been a retort if not for the use of 'hero', which does strange things to him in his chest. Even if Flambae appears to be acting like an ass. ]

You got a problem with that? I can still leave.

[ Can he though? He definitely isn't going to despite what he says. The hero job, first of all, is 24/7. Second of all, worrying about people he cares about is also something he'll do on and off the clock, and he's not even sorry about it.

Robert exhales softly, observing Flambae as he gets the buttons of his shirt undone and appears to be studying the body revealed underneath. Yeah, it's rough. And yet it doesn't seem to be a turn off at all? Which is pretty nice, actually. Warm hands on his bare skin are also very nice, and it's difficult not to let himself get a bit riled up about it. He wants to be intimate with this man, he wants to be touched by him. But he can't encourage it in good conscience. Not when that healing factor is doing its arduous, slightly annoying, but ultimately very important job. ]

I get it.

[ Not in the same way, but the fatigue just ... taking over you, destroying your motivation or your ability to do anything. Robert gets that a lot. He calls it Seasonal Depression.

After a moment, Robert pulls his shirt off before he attaches himself to Flambae's side, urging the other to at least recline a little more and get comfortable. ]

I can't guarantee that you aren't going to rile me up while you're touching me and wearing a g-string, but ... we can just stay like this for a while too.

[He withdraws his hand only because he's been made to feel shy. Flambae isn't exactly timid when it comes to his choice of bedroom attire, he is who he is and can rock a lot of risky silhouettes and generally will, it's just that he wasn't quite sure that Robert would appreciate him in such things as opposed to when they are being plucked off.

Flambae turns his face away to laugh softly, covering it with a hand, although he does so while nestling into Robert's shoulder, that fuzzy cheek resting on the brunt of it.]

[ It's a small shame to have that hand drop away from him, but Flambae acting bashful actually makes it more than worth it. Robert feels like he's witnessing something really secret and special at the moment, and quite frankly it's pretty damn cute. If only he really knew how to express that he does appreciate everything he sees right now. What he sees, what he feels, just the quiet contentment of resting on the bed together like this ...

One side of his mouth tilts up as he watches Flambae turn and then attempt to burrow into a shoulder. He does know he's enormous and can't really hide there, right? ]

Okay ... cute.

[ He speaks so softly that he'd probably be okay if the words hadn't even been heard, huffing afterward and bringing the arm not attached to the shoulder Flambae has claimed up and around to hold him in a sort of loose embrace. God but he wants to kiss this man all over. He'll be good though. He'll let him rest. ]

...Feh.

[He thinks he hears something affectionate, a word that sounded suspiciously like "cute," so his expression sours externally, even if it is primarily an act. Flambae is staying put, and as soon as Robert places an arm around him haphazardly, he leans just a little harder into the other man's shoulder, taking care not to rest too heavily on him, he doesn't want to crush the guy.

Flambae can vaguely remember situations like this with other partners, although the memories are blurry, and even he, a master of (shitty) denial, can't entirely trust any of them since it's been so long. What sticks out the most is a hazy recollection of him attempting to lean on an ex-boyfriend's shoulder in the early 2010s, only to be shrugged off when two women caught sight of them through the car window at a stoplight. They were in the back seats! He wasn't even the one driving, asshole...

Then again, even Flambae has to admit- He does have a tendency to warp reality with his own perspective. It's something he's working on.

Robert is so affectionate. One could say it's because he's a bit starved for it, but even then, most men struggle with as much as speaking to a romantic partner. Flambae makes a mental note that he can't let this connection slip through his fingers, as it's not every day that he gets a chance to be with someone who values loyalty just as fiercely.

Sex is the easy part. That's muscle memory, practice, and a little creativity. Sometimes people just aren't compatible with what they want and what they like, but letting others know you care is that much harder. Flambae has often struggled with it himself, coming on too strongly or doing too much in silence, wearing his own heart and patience thin either way.]

So are you...

[He sounds so pouty and sheepish, it's incredibly silly.]

Down for Chinese takeout, by any chance?

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have i used the shaving dig yet

i don't think so

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im gonna pretend batman is a comic hero i know i remember the bat man punchline sue me

i'm crying you left the title but took the context away

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this icon is his face when you make him think about dad yaoi

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this tag is so short but i HOPE it is effective in its shortness

kawaii

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