bootyhunter | CALL ME OUT

[He has to smile at that. Robert is right on the money with that, and it's a mortifying thing to realize that sometimes, he actually likes when the man inside the mech is right about things.

The portions he doles out aren't too extreme, as its the middle of the night and they might actually get up to a few things later. There's a pretty strong chance they are both going to be suffering tomorrow, but at least they'll be suffering together.

That and all this hubbub during the workweek means that Robert will be so exhausted over the weekend, he'll just have to sleep over. This is probably the least evil of evil schemes Flambae has ever cooked up, although to be fair, most of his are more reckless and dumb than actively villainous.

He sets Robert's plate down alongside some washed silverware and pulls out his chair for him.]

It is.

But it's that or a hunger-related headache, so~! Pick your fucking poison, bro.

I've got some antacids in the medicine cabinet somewhere.

If you end up needing them, just let me know!

[he will tease him tho he will]

Edited 2026-02-14 04:04 (UTC)

[ Will get up to some things, if Robert's horny ass has its way. But anyway. First he wanted Flambae to feel better and heal, and now he wants him to be well-fed first. It really is amazing how fast things can switch on when you suddenly really start caring about another person. Or even yourself. He thinks he really could try and make more of an effort if that's what Chad wants- or to let the effort be made for taking care of him.

It'll be weird. Maybe even uncomfortable at times. But worth it?

This evil scheme of Flambae's is actually very nefarious though. Robert would be a bit impressed if he figured it out.

For now, he just smiles at the wildly chivalrous gesture of having his seat pulled out for him, and sits down. ]

You say that like my head isn't always hurting.

[ That's a really sad thing to say. But you know. Gallows humor, sardonic commentary, it's how Robert copes.

He absolutely does not want to be made fun of for having the chinese shits though... ]

Uh-huh. I'll let you know. Now sit down and eat.

[Flambae winces, unable to stop his slender nose from curling in distress when he hears that. Great! Now he'll continuously be thinking about that, and even feeling some residual guilt for having undoubtedly made that worse when he hit Robert at his silly little welcome party in that pathetic excuse for an apartment.

He shouldn't be so affectionate. It's the game he usually plays, not if he doesn't want to lose, and yet he can't help himself. Robert's touch starved nature is a part of what makes him so irresistible to his former nemesis, and he seems to crave the intimacy just as much as Flambae silently wants to dole it out.

The hairy giant leans over to give the freckled not-Hobbit a kiss on the temple before sitting down.]

The best cure for headaches is actual head, Robert.

[Whatever food Flambae's served for himself, he barely registers.

Just because he knows the other man is watching, he pokes his fork into a few bell peppers and pops them into his mouth.]

All that discipline you've put yourself through is sounding like it's done more harm than good, for you at least.

[ Robert catches the wince and gives Flambae a gentle pat on the arm. He needn't feel bad about it. Although perhaps this is a sign that he should really pull back on the morbid jokes. He doesn't have to be in some kind of pain all the time now. Probably.

He really would resent being referred to as anything close to a Hobbit. He's not even that small! This world is just crazy and full of giants. ]

You don't say?

[ he idly stabs some of his own food, watching Flambae for a few moments before he follows suit and eats a bite. See, he's feeding himself, it's fine. He knows how to eat. ]

I told you, I'm working on it.

[ It wasn't the best for him, that's the whole thing. His life has been the suit, the legacy, everything Mecha Man. Robert is just the guy underneath it all, and he didn't matter much until recently.

He lifts his brows but keeps his eyes on the chicken he's skewering with his fork. ]

So are you offering or what?

[Flambae's shoulders immediately relax when he sees Robert take a bite. It's not something the Z-teamer notices himself, as he's too paralyzed by yet another bout of his own insecurities teeming through his head again.

His own sex life has been far from boring, but indulging in the kind of bedroom fare that he's grown accustomed to is likely to be far too dangerous for Robert, which makes him worry that he's being too repetitive.

It's nice to watch the man own his fairly obvious desire in the comfort of Flambae's apartment, as it seems like the poor man is desperately walking on eggshells at all other hours of the day. He's been so blatant with his affection thus far that it's actually come as a bit of a surprise to Flambae, who isn't unused to forward if downright vulgar come-ons, so he might as well return that enthusiasm with his own.

Which is honest, at least.]

Fuck yeah! I mean... I am.

[Underneath the table, he'll reach out and splay a hand over the thigh closest to him, rubbing it up and down, then going high enough to hooks his thumb over and under the loops that hold Robert's belt.]

I'm still thinking about how good you looked when you tried me on for size.

[Flambae wonders if he's being convincing enough.

At least what he's saying is sincere.]

I think I liked when you got sloppy.

[ It could be that Robert is so forthcoming with his desires around Flambae because he's always on eggshells otherwise. Because he's given someone (Visi) the wrong message before. And maybe, also, the dispatcher is just really happy with these developments in his personal life. With SDN and the Z-Team he's felt more alive in a while, but with Flambae in particular, he feels a certain vibrancy he was lacking before. Or probably never had. It's something not to shy away from.

He smiles through a mouthful of Chinese as Flambae's reply, trying not to think too much over the hand that's creeping up to his belt loops beneath the table. Last time they didn't make it through a meal either. That's probably not a habit they want to stick to if they're going to nag each other about eating all the time. ]

Okay. Good.

[ He says this simply once he's swallowed that forkful, and then digs in for a couple more, hoping Flambae will do the same. That's right, he has to eat his Chinese vegetables before they consider getting frisky.

If you look, though, the way his ears get a bit red at the firestarter's words is pretty obvious. He's definitely not unaffected. ]

Sloppy, that's— [ ahemhem ] I just, uh, I was really into it that's all.

[ He mumbles that last bit very quietly because it's embarrassing. Okay he's not going to be shy about his desires but when you point out the details he might be a little bit. This is different than some one night stand or two though! This actually matters, and he's real rusty at it. ]

[Flambae swears he's never thought this hard about horny banter before. Robert isn't quite as predictable as the sort of generic gay men he's met on Grindr, and even that points to what he's been lacking. Who's to say he wasn't chasing men who seemed similar on the surface, although they were devoid of any and all of the real hero's strength of character. Their sadness wasn't quite so pathetic, nor did it hit him over the head with the same degree of pathos. They're not as bizarre nor as silly, something especially disappointing for someone who is such a wildcard, and they had seemed a lot harder to read.

He tugs at Robert's belt a little, trying to determine if he should undo it altogether or just slip his fingers beneath the hem of the dispatcher's workpants.

Flambae eyes Roberts ears for good measure. Are they getting more red from his words, or under the table advances, he shall see...]

That's what I mean.

[Flambae does his best to keep his voice steady and sultry.]

You got sloppy because you were working my cock so damn hard. ❤︎⁠

[Shit, is it even working?

Some men don't like hearing that word.]

I've never seen your eyes so full of lust.

[Longing, maybe.

He thought he had caught some glimpses of Robert looking at Blazer early on. In those moments, he was overtaken by wild bouts of jealousy, even if he wasn't ready to admit that's what and how he was feeling at the time.]

When they were open, anyway.

[He snorts, although the sound isn't nearly as pejorative as usual.]

So you're shy and you always want me to kiss you.

I really thought you'd be more of a dog.

[How does he say it?

That he finds himself surprised by how much he prefers that.

It's unexpected.]

Edited 2026-02-15 04:59 (UTC)

[ It's sort of a point of pride for Robert that he's ended up being less predictable than expected. Half the time he's exasperated by Flambae's responses to him and half the time he is actually quite smug to catch the former villain off his guard. It feels like he can't be too easy for Flambae to read, or he might get bored or something similar. Mind you, Robert doesn't really know the full extent of how obsessed Flambae is with him. ]

Maybe.

[ Right this second at least, it is probably safe to say he's okay with the word 'cock' if he's okay with words like 'dick' and 'areola'. It doesn't matter if he is nor not, since he is getting flustered by the attention beneath the table. Of course he wants to give up on his chicken too and just give in to his horny urges, but they're out here because Flambae insisted, and then he insisted back! ]

Mmf.

[ That ends up being his muffled response at first because he's just taken a bite when his belt's getting tugged on. He puts down his utensils once he's swallowed and almost glares over at Flambae. Except it's not really all that aggressive, it's more like ... can you glare while you're flirting?? ]

I'm not shy. I'm just-

[ He's rusty. He's rusty and he doesn't know what he's doing like at all. Also, what's wrong with wanting to be kissed? ]

Anyway, you're the one who insisted we come out here and eat.

[ So maybe, in a way, Robert is kind of dog adjacent. He very much was angling to get horny earlier. ]

[Unfortunately, he loves their little games.

The (pseduo)-psychological trickery is all-consuming for a man who unironically gets excited about his CandyCrush score on his phone. His attention span has been pretty negatively impacted by his somewhat recently developed addiction to social media, the Big Tech Weirdoes unfortunately do have a hold on him and the deep v-neck loving man is none the wiser. So, whatever Robert does to create ~mystery~ in this bizarre partnership will probably serve him well, provided that he isn't breeding any doubt or fiery resentment in Flambae's fickle heart.]

What can I say?

I like seeing you with your mouth full.

So fucking sue me, man.

[In reality, he'd rather Robert eat. He doesn't have the benefit of superhero biology, and he also gives off the vibe of someone who often misses his meals because he was busy working or just forgot.

There's nothing wrong with wanting to be kissed, it's cute. Flambae just isn't all that used to people who seek that sort of affection from him. That was why the stupid makeout with the repressed British man felt so significant to him.]

You're just what?

[If he tells Robert anything about how he really feels, Flambae wonders if he'll be in trouble.

He's already mentioned, if during sex, that he'd like to see Robert's face when he finishes.]

Scared?

[Flambae enjoyed the noise that Robert made, so he will be undoing that belt right now. Something about how the metal clicks, the noise is enough to make him horny.

He wonders if for Robert, it feels the same.]

Me too.

[ Robert certainly hopes he's not breeding any doubt in that pretty little head there. At least nothing that will ruin this or turn his sad little life upside down again. He isn't exactly the dreamy fairytale type, he is aware this could not work out, but Robert also ... doesn't want to feel that he's at his lowest point again anytime soon. ]

Maybe I like having my mouth full.

[ The very particular arch of his brow as he gives off this silly retort is very 'come hither', a challenge for Flambae to absorb and decide if he wants to explore later.

Okay, so it's fair to say that he unfortunately also likes the games that they play with each other. But it makes sense, that it would draw the two of them together and really build up that weird tension they don't get when they goad other people. ]

I'm ...

[ He wants to know how Flambae really feels. Of course he does. But he knows it's uncool to just be vulnerable so he has made it a point to only ask directly when he's really very exasperated with the fiery man beside him. It honestly does surprise him that he admits his scared, too. For a while, before he got to know him even as much as he does now, Robert probably would have thought that someone as vibrant and loud as Flambae could never be scared. He's so unapologetically himself and so confident when he's telling anyone who will listen exactly what he wants.

It's not that simple though, he knows now. There are more layers to this hot cheeto than Shrek and his onions, and Robert looks forward to peeling them back bit by bit.

Which is to say that yes, the noise of having his belt undone as they look at each other over their late night dinner, does indeed make Robert want to jump Flambae's bones all over again. ]

Maybe I'm scared. I don't really know what I'm doing, I just know that I want to do it.

[ So yeah, he gets a little flustered here and there. Like maybe being too giddy or too horny at just the wrong moment will mess things up. Or maybe he's surprising himself, that he can feel this sort of way. ]

Edited (added some shit) 2026-02-16 02:23 (UTC)

You certainly like biting off more than you can chew.

[Flambae can feel the heat in his own cheeks as he's caught off-guard by Robert's reply, despising himself for being so obviously desperate and frighteningly transparent.

His own predictably possessive nature is setting off alarm bells in his own crinkled walnut of a brain, and he pathetically attempts to swallow down his excitement at the idea that Robert is really testing the waters with him in this regard. Surely the man has had other partners, although everything he says is pushing Flambae into believing that anyone Robert has managed to touch has been a woman, which should neither be here nor there.

Only it isn't.

There's something so sad about him feeling relieved that he doesn't have to compete with the Olympic Gold (Head)alists of the greater Los Angeles area, aka those other sexy and wildly judgmental bastards on Grindr. Almost spitefully, he undoes Robert's zipper and grabs at whatever he can get a hold of beneath the underwear, forgoing his own meal entirely.]

I don't care that you don't.

If I did, I wouldn't be-

[So goddamn possessed by the thought of Robert anyway.]

I wouldn't be after you.

Edited 2026-02-16 03:21 (UTC)

Touché.

[ seriously, he's not sure he can come up with a comeback for that one, sexy or not. He'll concede the victory just this once. Just this once!

Besides, he can barely hear his own thoughts anymore over the way his heart is beating in his ears. He feels both that this is a very important moment and also that he's going to be way too horny to finish up his food. But he's eaten more than Flambae, so there is that. Probably.

He practically shivers when those too-warm fingers find their way past his zipper and even his underwear, immediately dropping his fork again like any hope of scooping up a bit is lost now. ]

Flambae-

[ He is potentially warning him this time instead of greedily putting his mouth on him.

But it's good to hear the rest, too. It's good to hear that his fumbling around and random uncertainties aren't enough to turn Flambae away from him. A lot of the silly, squirmy tension in his chest slips away at that. ]

Good, because it's probably not going away any time soon.

[ He's still figuring out what he wants and likes and what Flambae wants. There are bound to be more moments where he appears to get real shy about himself.

For now though.... ]

If we don't leave this table right now, I am going to jump you.

[With a grin that's downright sinister, Flambae withdraws his hand, not even a little bit sorry at the disappointment he's about to cause. The clink of the silverware as it falls to the table was just too damn satisfying, and if Robert doesn't eat tonight, Flambae will make sure to feed him, even if it's by dropping a huge breakfast takeout order onto his desk before heading out for his own shift.

He even leans back in his thrifted wooden chair, crossing those ~~yaoi hands~~ punching arms over his chest. All he needs is a white Persian cat in his lap to seal this perfect supervillain shot.]

Then jump.

[He then puts both hands in front of him, ushering Robert towards him with whatever fingers he has left, as one would in a game like football or basketball, asking for a pass.]

I'll be sure to catch you.

[ Ooough, he really is a villain. Robert can't even believe what his eyeballs are seeing right now. And that hand withdrew from him? He should retaliate by going back to chowing down on the remains of his plate. Except it's too late for that, they both know that. Robert even warned that it was.

Damn it. ]

I hate you.

[ Clearly he hates him, because he pushes himself and his chair back, gets up, and really, truly does hop right into Flambae's lap. He captures his face in his (fully fingered) hands and kisses him like it's the first time all over again. ]

You're so annoying.

[ And he kisses him again. ]

[Flambae can't fight the rush in his lower stomach when Robert does exactly as he's encouraged. The firestarter's hands move instinctively, and before he even knows it, one finds itself on the center of Robert's upper back, while the other is curled around his waist to secure him.]

What the fuck, Robert?

[When he's kissed, he doesn't stifle his excitement this time, welcoming Robert with an open mouth and eager tongue, his heart racing. Gentle pecks are fine and good, but there's something about being dragged or pulled or having his face roughly handled like this that he can't really contest.]

Mmmf-

[So he makes a loud, satisfied sound, although it's more hungry than he'd like it to be. Clearly, he's been starved for the advances of this 5'9" beat-up asshole, and it's irritating to let him know that in any capacity...]

That is my line.

[He coos, leaning into the space between them after that second kiss, deliberately pressing their noses together while grinning over gritted teeth.]

I hate you more.

[He says, before kissing Robert roughly again, and finally tugging the hem of the other man's work pants lower so he can grab another (yaoi) fist full of ass.]

I hate you so much.

[ So, Robert apparently does want Flambae to kiss him all the time, but hasn't he earned it by now? He feels like he's earned it. And he won't exactly shy away from it when it's received so eagerly. It's not the same as Robert going all out in a fight, but the energy is similar as he claims his former adversary's lap and his mouth, grinning against those lips as he's accused of stealing lines.

Oh, he hates him more, does he? Robert closes his eyes as they nestle together briefly, keeping his hands possessive like against the sides of Flambae's face. Clearly these are two men who despise one another. Clearly. ]

I know.

[ He answers cheekily before he's kissed again, and he doesn't stifle his own enthusiasm from it. Something like a moan slips out of him right along with a roll of his hips, encouraging whatever those (yaoi) hands are doing behind him. It's a difficult position to be getting into pants but he doesn't really care at the moment. They'll figure it out.

Right now he just wants to kiss Flambae and tease him and touch him, with one of his hands eventually sneaking away to rest against that broad chest. He wants to feel that heart racing, make sure it's keeping up with his own. ]

Do you?

[And racing it certainly is.

Robert touching him there shouldn't cause as much of a panic as it does. His heart rate should escalate with the layers of clothes that are removed, only he's already mostly been laid bare himself, clad in that stupid strappy G-string that he usually poses so proudly in.

He kisses Robert again, his own knees buckling inwards a little when he hears the dispatcher moan and hips quickening pace, despising just how much it means to him to have been chosen over sustenance. That Robert decided to wait as he slept, so that they could enjoy dinner together, no matter how late. The other man doesn't need to know that it wouldn't matter whether he had earned the right to be treated so affectionately.

Whatever Robert wanted he'd get.

One thing he can manage is doing away with the slacks from work, tugging them off and over the sides of his new boyfriend's legs so that he can caress the smaller man properly, not wanting to look him in the eye.

Instead, he'll busy himself with Robert's neck, kissing and nibbling where he can, only it's clear that he's hiding his face despite his very quickly worsening erection.]

Edited 2026-02-17 02:34 (UTC)

Mm.

[ Maybe it's not fair of him to feel out that heartbeat, but it's a comfort to know that it's going just as crazy as his own. So he can't regret it too much. Eventually it does wander away again, over Flambae's shoulder where he deliberately twists some of that silky hair around his fingers. He knows the man is very particular about his hair, but has he considered it looks good tangled around Robert's fingers like this? ]

You hate me sooo much.

[ He gives another little roll of his hips for emphasis. But his teasing does temper down a bit after that because even though he's down to his underwear now too, Flambae is doing that thing where his large, silly body tries to hide against Robert's smaller, broken up one.

It's so cute. ]

You know, I kind of like it when you get shy at me.

[ He whispers deviously, turning his head so he can press his own lips against Flambae's temple or his hair or anything he can reach from this exact spot.

Robert is trying to play it pretty cool here but is clinging so tightly to this new, warm feeling he gets when he's with Flambae that his stomach might just flutter away. He likes this, a lot. It's weird that he's never really known that he'd been missing this. ]

[As precious as Flambae often is about his hair, he likes when it's played with gently. He knows it's silly to feel this way, but that sort of tender, delicate treatment makes him feel pretty. Nearly everything about the way he presents himself has been specifically designed so he can receive that sort of praise, and yet somehow, he often seems to fall short of hearing anything remotely similar unless it's from faceless, hard-dicked randos on Grindr.

Of course it would be Robert who'd make him feel this loved, special, and downright humiliated all at the same time.]

Ah-

[Flambae's hips buck upwards as his own cheeks turn a dastardly red, that was definitely a thrust and not one he had intended for on purpose.]

I do, fuck you...

[His voice is so weak, fried from lust and sheer exhaustion. "Fuck you," sounds more like "Fuck me," than anything else, and from where he is, if Robert's hardening cock is visible from any angle, he finds the heat between his own legs getting worse.

At his lowest point in prison, Flambae had often touched himself to the idea of Robert being small and insignificant, so tiny and fucking impotent there's no way he'd ever have the capacity to give anyone a good time.

And here he is, literally a man with run-of-the-mill white man dick, and Flambae finds himself overwhelmed by some half-assed dry-humping in the middle of the night.

All because Robert chose him over dinner.

He can't look at him. He doesn't.]

Just tell me I'm cute like one of the other stupid motherfuckers, what the hell?!

[ Flambae's hair is safe with Robert. At least now that he isn't going to be tossing glasses of alcohol at him when he's on fire or anything like that. He knows the flamethrower takes pride in it, and so of course he wants to be part of it too, see what all the fuss is about! Unfortunately he is getting increasingly invested in figuring every single piece of this man out. ]

Uh-huh. That's right.

[ He smirks but it's pretty brief since that's all his focus will allow. It's hard to hold a victory over someone when they're hard and you're hard and you get thrust up on like that with such a sudden, needy energy. Robert's breath is hot as it rushes out of him, sliding forward so his arms are both safely around Flambae's neck and shoulders now.

He wants to say something cheeky like "that's the plan" but just ends up kissing Flambae instead. Only for a moment does a hand escape to slide down and free himself from his underwear before returning to its former spot. So yes, his cock can actually be witnessed with a very simple look. And Flambae better thank his lucky stars that he doesn't say any of this impotent and tiny stuff out loud (or else...what, exactly? Like literally what is he going to do about it? It's the thought that counts though). ]

Okay. You're cute.

[ Robert is smiling but Flambae won't look at him so he's really missing out. ]

You're really cute.

[ Is this actually what Flambae wanted? Because he means it too. He's cute and unfortunately quite hot in more than one meaning of the word. And Robert has already forgotten about the Chinese chicken. At least he got a few bites in. ]

[His hair may be safe with him, but what about his heart?

His cheeks ~~(leaving which ones ambiguous tbh)~~ burn the second he registers just how cheeky and smug Robert sounds when he says he's right, consumed by what Flambae would previously be quick to identify as rage, although now he knows for a fact that it's just Extreme Horn™. He hates that he likes just how confident Robert sounds despite having zero ground to stand on, because it's the kind of headstrong stupidity that makes them so compatible, or so Flambae hopes.

Robert's arms move around his neck and shoulders, and Flambae's eyes quickly dart to the side, dimly registering the motion and just how lost he is to his own gyrating hips, and all the idiotic tho~~ugh~~ts. Robert might not be used to tolerating men inside him but guess who fucking is? No. No, no, no, the smarmy satisfaction he will have to suffer from Robert is not worth the good time, he's probably an amateur anyway!

Reluctantly, he does move his head to catch Robert's eyes after letting himself be kissed again, simmering in unnecessary resentment. Just one really? Okay, what about two...

He almost says it out loud, but stops himself just short of it, attempting to close his eyes and feel Robert's breath over his own skin-]

[ Both of them are in danger of their hearts being damaged... but doesn't that make it better somehow? They know to handle with care. Maybe.

Robert really does have zero ground to stand on, but Flambae makes it impossibly easy to lean on his wit and fake it. It's getting increasingly more difficult though as they rut against each other, and each forward thrust tosses another thought right out of the dispatcher's mind. If he really decides to feel greedy, this isn't going to be enough soon. Who cares if they have work tomorrow and should be fast asleep and well fed instead of going at each other like a couple of animals in heat? Robert does not care (right now). ]

Flambae-

[ He groans, and fine, he'll kiss him again. He'll kiss him three times or more if Flambae really complains, because he was accused of wanting to be kissed all the time but it really looks like the same is true the other way around. ]

Are you just going to glare at me all night?

[ He pants out, leaning in to kiss him. Again. ]

Tell me what you want right now...

[ Because he feels like it's similar to what he wants. Even if he has no idea that his "amateur"ness is throwing Flambae's game off. ]

[Even worse, the three kisses do enough to make him feel tender hearted. If his hands weren't so busy, he would have even returned them with at least one hand to the cheek, although he is gripping another pair of Robert's cheeks right now as we (????) speak.

Flambae is so reluctant to respond, amidst a few attempts at stifling his own low moans of excitement, he sighs and decides that he will absolutely regret his decision to speak on his thoughts, but that will be at a later time.]

When's the last time you were inside somebody, Robert?

[#killhimnow #thisishowhedies #notinablazeofglory #but(t)withhislegs wrapped around some beat up twunk's waist

oh and he'll kiss robert back after admitting that bc he is ashamed]

Edited 2026-02-18 02:17 (UTC)

[ If Robert had any sense, he'd think about how funny it is that they can be so tender and so rabid at each other at the exact same time. Unfortunately, all the sense goes straight to his dick when he's in this kind of mood. And it feels nice? to have his cheeks (either set) caressed like this.

There's a sort of needy hum into the kiss, though really Robert is just considering the question before he answers it. Inside a woman, probably not terribly long ago (though he wonders if Flambae's brain would immediately think it was Blazer or Visi...). A man, though ... ]

I haven't...

[ Now it's his turn to not look Flambae in the eyes. That sounded so extremely stupid to say out loud. ]

A guy, I mean... I — You're the first one I've wanted this badly.

[ There, finally an answer for some of the crazy thoughts swarming around Flambae's little brain. But with how hard and horny he's feeling right now, he couldn't hold back... ]

[His eyebrows rise sharply at the first statement, there's no way Robert's a virgin, he kisses too well and exhibits a chaotically flirtatious energy that would have absolutely ended in at least a few impulsive flings.

The second part is lot less surprising. He wonders if he should say something.

He would be a pretty shitty bestie to a bisexual woman if he was one of those gay men who had any issues dating men who weren't strictly dickly, and Flambae is self-centered enough to not really care either way. Robert is clearly interested in him, so that's all that matters.]

I don't blame you. I mean, look at me!

[He leans in, giving Robert a little nuzzle with his own nose. Flambae isn't typically this cutesy, but somehow, the latest iteration of MechaMan seems like he would be into this sort of nauseatingly sweet gesture, especially if it came with a touch of irony.]

I'm pretty sure I've got the best tits in Hollywood.

Well, this side of WeHo anyway.

[His hands move to support Robert's rear end a bit, in an effort to ensure that he feels secure.]

I am getting the vibe that you want me to spoil you, Bobbert.

Even if that means I have to be a little rough with you for some of it.

You did seem really crazy into the spanking...

[He looks down between them, again at Robert's dick, this time biting his lip and looking back up at the other man. Flambae smiles, again in a manner that's almost wicked.]

I'd like to finish inside you, you know. But...

You don't even have a bed! I'd be pretty surprised if you had a buttplug lying around.

[Meaning, he assumes that Robert is probably a little too tight for anything like that tonight.]

I'm not as rusty when it comes to all of that, if you catch my fucking drift.

[ie, He has many buttplugs.

They're all washed and neatly sorted away in a very specific drawer.]

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SORRY FOR THE SHORT TAG

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the icon is not necessarily how he looks but it is definitely how he feels in the moment ASLKFJ

coupe appears again...

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I AM SORRY THIS IS SO SHORT

IT IS OK

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