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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. ]
the icon is not necessarily how he looks but it is definitely how he feels in the moment ASLKFJ
[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.]
coupe appears again...
[ 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. ]
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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?!
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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. ]
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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
ughts. 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-]
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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. ]
I AM SORRY THIS IS SO SHORT
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]
IT IS OK
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... ]
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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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The soft groan he gives could be in frustration or it could be in exasperation at Flambae preening his own feathers. But one comment in particular does get him to put his hands on the man's generous bosoms and give them a squeeze. ]
I don't know what you're talking about.
[ He doesn't want to be spoiled (subconsciously, he does). He's not into spanking (he probably is). What is clear to him is that he's somehow very aroused by the idea of Flambae finishing inside of him. His stomach dips down into the trenches and everything, making his Adam's apple bob with the slow swallow it produces. Why does his throat suddenly feel dry as well?
Of course he doesn't have a buttplug lying around. Before all this, just jerking it off had been enough. ]
So, you'd let me fuck you, is what you're saying.
[ Either Flambae is offering or he wants Robert to borrow one of his buttplugs. God ...
At the moment, either position sounds fine to him, even though he had expected himself to be on bottom. Especially with how easily he just orgasmed when Flambae had one of his (full) fingers in him. It's a little daunting, thinking of the preparation to take more and more up until the unfortunately large size of the other hero's cock. And right now, Robert's dick is so hard it's starting to hurt.
He leans in a little, giving a much slower grind of his hips as he tries to whisper coolly: ]
I'm into it.
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He falters meeting Robert's eyes, doing his best to summon the kind of rage that isn't actually consuming him at the moment. Between haggard breaths and a deliberate decision to ignore his own arousal, he can't seem to summon that "crazy" strength he brags about so often.
It's nice to be admired for silly things. His body, how much he can bench press, the gaudy fashion choices... All facets of himself he's been able to control with meticulous fury. In some ways, they're armor, and they all contribute to the heightened version of himself that he's constructed.
He doesn't know what it is that Robert likes about him. Or if it will all fade in seconds, even though right now when he bows his head, he can see and feel the evidence of the kind of arousal that's almost the result of taking one too many dick hardening pills-]
What I'm fucking saying is-
[He glances once again at the (supposedly) useless thing between Robert's legs, finally, growling but finally, finally choosing to free him from the black boxer briefs that are entirely the opposite of tighty-whities?! Like, dad bod, tighty-whities, someone give the women in this game context for the insults they are using please-]
Out of the two of us, the one best equipped to handle a penis is me. Okay?
[Flambae says, while angrily jerking Robert off-]
That's it.
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[ That was a nice reaction. Robert is definitely going to remember that. Robert doesn't really know if Flambert is furious or furiously horny or maybe both, but it really isn't helping his own hunger. When he gets a shy reaction, his heart swells, when he gets a growl something more feral, a surge of arousal rushes through him. There is no winning, for either of them probably. Except that being wanted and touched and thought about so much in these capacities is actually quite a victory for them both.
No dick hardening pills were even needed!
Robert's breath is a bit shaky as he watches Flambae's gaze drop down to his cock. All his blood seems to be rushing down there and yet somehow his cheeks and ears and the nape of his neck still manage to flush. It's one thing to talk all snarky and confident, but another to just have your desire witnessed so blatantly.
And right, the only thing Malevola had correct about his underwear is that they're tight. ]
Mhm. Probably. For now.
[ He manages an answer, though the "now" gets a bit eaten up by an almost frustrated moan as Flambae jerks him off in a fury. Is this guy mad at him or what?! Unfortunately for him they are just in this too deep for Robert to stop or force a vibe check or something, so instead he leans forward a little to murmur quietly in between his breaths: ]
Flambae. I want you.
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But it all feels so insignificant in comparison.
He's here in his dinky little kitchen/living room in this apartment he's renting for the lowest possible rate with a stupid man in his lap. The guy probably jerks off without lotion and has the kind of erection that would make any young man wince when they woke up in the morning, and yet it is him. He's the one who's been occupying Flambae's mind, and not any of the others.
Even worse, he's never been in love! Whose to say that he'll fall for someone so insecure, the kind of person whose head is full of hot air.
Flambae worries about it sometimes. That he's not smart or all that interesting. That he can't solve problems as efficiently as someone like Coupe, or he isn't as emotionally intuitive as someone like Robert himself.
Even though his hand was just touching Robert's cock, he uses it to grab the other man's face, being careful so that his hold is firm, but not painful. Flambae forces Robert's chin upwards so he can look him in the eyes.]
Yeah?
And how much do you want me, exactly?
[He'll get up and carry the poor man to bed soon enough.
Robert has certainly spent a lot of his life suffering, and this is no exception, isn't it. This push and pull, the odd threat of putting off Robert's satisfaction for extended periods of time, it's all a ruse to keep him here.
To keep him awake, so that they can spend more time together.
Even though Flambae knows it isn't fair.]
What do you want me to do to you?
Or, for you.
Shit.
[ASLKDFJAKSJDFLKJ]
That sounded a lot less cool and sexy. ID-Fucking-K, like, look at my abs or something-
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But lord, the questions. Robert is going to have to learn how to temper out his arousal because when he's hot and ready to go, he's almost certainly going to get a pop quiz.
Even though his chin is held in place and he doesn't particularly want to break away from it, Robert's gaze drops for two seconds as he answers. Down to his dick. ]
I think it's pretty obvious, actually.
[ His cheeks must be red as a lobster, they're certainly burning like they are. Is this how Flambae feels all the time, being a walking fireball? Robert wets his lips with his tongue and still feels like he's parched. But he swallows his way through it. He's got to keep his head on for two seconds instead of letting his arousal render him unable to form real words. ]
Chad. Listen to me.
[ The whole real name thing he still feels like he's kind of testing out. When and where and how often he should use it. ]
I want to figure it out. Together? Let me fuck you or use my mouth, use yours! Stretch my shitty normal guy body out. Touch me, kiss me. I ... want it all.
[ Maybe actually giving voice to some of the things he thinks will help. Maybe!! Right now he just really wants to get off though. More importantly, he wants to be with Flambae. Touch him. ]
Not ... all right now. Obviously.
[ Now that bit where he feels a little silly is creeping up on him. Somehow he never thinks Flambae being crazy and rambling on will ruin the mood, but he's wondering if this will and it will be his own fault! ]
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Flambae's amber eyes follow Robert's, although he feels a surge of arousal when he catches sight of the dispatcher's hard dick in his own hand, in contrast to whatever hint of nervousness the other man feels. He watches carefully as Robert licks his lips, wanting to intercept the former hero's tongue with his own, even leaning in to do so until he hears his real name and a command that he barely realizes he's heeling to.
His real name isn't one he hears often, not outside of family circles, and even then, it's rare. Hearing it in Robert's voice makes the name sound almost tolerable. If they hadn't met in that burning building all those years ago, Flambae may have even contested that such a sexy voice could come from such a small man, insisting that it was some kind of ventriloquist trick being played on him for laughs.
Flambae's stomach lurches when Robert voices his desires so clearly and plainly,
as if the man wasn't making it obvious all the while before,trying his best not to let his mind wander to each and every potential scenario those descriptions could entail.The firestarter will also do his best to ignore the twinge of sadness he feels when Robert calls his body shitty, it is shitty damn it, it's fucked up and lacks superpowers, why did he have such a strong internal reaction to-]
H'oh-ho!
Fuck-yeaaaaaah.
[He'll lean in to kiss him roughly, possessively, even taking the opportunity to bite and drag Robert's lower lip when he withdraws.]
Then I guess I'll drag you back where you belong.
[Finally, he'll wrap his arms around Robert's waist and beneath his legs to secure him as he gets up, leaning in to press open-mouthed kisses to the other man's scruffy lips and jaw before walking through the door to his bedroom and pinning the Unfortunate Soul to the mattress.
Screw these stupid sheets, he'd like to get cuter ones anyway. You know, ones that match the "vibes," whatever that means.]
If you don't like something I decide to try on you, say "Bitch," okay?
[not him demanding that be their safeword]
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Doesn't even matter that he's scooped up like it's nothing, he's just relieved that they're finally getting out of the kitchen chairs. Anymore teasing and they might have broken it with how Robert was going to go at the man. And he doesn't want to have to buy Flambae a new chair. ]
I don't think I'm going to say that.
[ Not because he's against the word or anything- his mouth is almost as bad as Flambae's - but because that is not a good safe word. Also he knows that Flambae is just looking for excuses to use it on him. Whatever.
Since his hands are free, he reaches up to pull Flambae back in and kiss him. This time he's the one who's possessive about it, even though there seems to be no chance that either of them is going anywhere at the moment. If his words weren't enough though, he may as well cement it with his actions. ]
I can handle it.
[ Probably. Robert needs to realize that being blasted into a coma is not the same as being exposed to new gay sex things, but still! He's resilient. ]
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Just how far does Robert like to be pushed?
He laughs against Robert's lips, letting his arms engulf the other man fully. One arm (presumably the one with less fingers), snakes its way all the up from over the back of Robert's hip to his neck, while the other grabs at the side of Robert's chest that still has marks from their last night together. Flambae puts his mouth over the healing wounds roughly, knowing full well that he's not handling a woman's body, and yet he's enjoying Robert's chest with all the fervor of a freewheeling fratboy, sucking and licking and biting in an unrestrained manner. So different from the night before, where he had deliberately been pointed and careful.
This time when he presses kisses to Robert's middle, he'll do his best to lock eyes with Robert at least once, his gaze full of a determined sort of intensity. There's no shame in his eyes whatsoever, only a silent excitement, although they'll close after he's licked the length of Robert's cock and puts it in his mouth again, bobbing up and down quite quickly a few times. He moans off and on with Robert's hard dick in his mouth so the guy really gets the memo, only after finally taking a moment to pause for air, he'll break Robert's poor lucky streak:]
This is fun, hm?
Now, I think there's something I need you to do for me.
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So yeah, needless to say, being able to kind of let go like this just because he wants to? It's nice. It deserves a feral sound or two.
Having Flambae laugh against his lips makes his heart flutter in silly ways. It's so cute and feels so rewarding. But he's soon writhing against the attention of the hotheaded hero's mouth against his chest, sharply arching his back as his hands slide against Flambae's hair and down against his back. Yeah, he knows the man is strong, that's always made very clear in Robert's presence. But right now he just gets to enjoy the curvature and firmness and wonder of those muscles as he's being kissed and licked and everything in between.
By the time they make eye contact, with Flambae at his stomach, his cheeks are a fresh coat of rosy pink, the tips of his ears (or what's left of it) match. His eyes are dark with thirst. It is absolutely correct that if sucking his dick had gone on just a little bit longer, the Dispatcher would have finished then and there.
Shuddering through another groan, he sort of reluctantly relaxes himself against the mattress when Flambae pulls away from him. Only sort of because, well, he doesn't want it to be over so soon either even if he has been teased to hell and back with the horniest erection he's ever had. ]
What is it?
[ He has no idea what may be asked of him, and honestly, that's part of the thrill for him too. He can't predict Flambae even when he thinks he's got him pegged down. ]
probably bc that's what robert looks like rn lowkey
He reaches out with one hand, moving up from Robert's navel with it, then back down again, as if to try and soothe him as the other man relaxes against the mattress. To make his horny plea sound more favorable, he kisses the base of Robert's dick and then several times more all over the former hero's balls, going lower and lower, until he inevitably gets closer and closer to that hole he so desperately wants to fill himself.]
Will you come sit?
[Flambae's voice is as sultry and soft as he can get it to sound. He's not sure he's managed it.]
On my face, I mean.
[Robert would be perfectly in reason to decline. Odds are it's something he's never tried, which makes it all the more enticing, because strangely enough, he isn't like those unadventurous "straight" men that Flambae ended up hooking up with in college. Er, well, he never quite made it to university... He just sort of partied at a few when he was university age.]
I want to see how heavy you are.
[In terms of actual weight, Flambae knows just how light Robert is. Especially for him, of all people.]
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Blazer might put them in time out if they keep doing this on nights they have to work and show up half alive, but it's fine. It's fine for now.
There's a part of him that does expect those lips and those kisses to go all the way down, and even though he's not used to this type of bedroom activity perhaps, he finds that he's still kind of buzzing with the excitement of anticipation. Maybe it's simply because it's Flambae and he's finally getting his fix of the man after he's (mostly) behaved all day long. That's probably it.
But oh... he wants Robert to sit on his face. Whether Flambae actually managed the soft and sultry part of the request, the accent probably helped in this situation. It washes over Robert and he shivers very subtly, not enough to move all that much but enough to raise his skin up in tiny bumps despite how hot it is in here.
Part of the nerves he feels are expelled with the need to reply with a smarmy comment, though. ]
Right. That's why you want this.
[ Highly doubtful, ok!! Still, he gives a nod and pushes himself up from the mattress so he and Flambae can swap places. He feels it might be incredibly embarrassing, but he did just get finished saying he wants to try and feel and do everything together with this man. So here he goes. ]
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[As Robert is getting himself in place, Flambae shamelessly puts other man's nutsack in his mouth, sucking for as long as he can until Robert finally becomes still.
He's not thinking about it now, but he will later, about just how willing Robert is to try all of this with him. He could be idealistic and coo over how that means that the trust is there, when really it is Robert once again making a bad decision and getting far too close to the kind of person who could easily decide to end his life on a whim! Flambae is the worst kind of homosexual romantic, because both halves of this sentiment are going to feel extremely true to him, and that shit is going to keep him up at night.
When it feels like the dispatcher has settled, Flambae once again gives both of Robert's cheek a double handed slap, the force of which is certain to leave a good dose of redness on either side. He then forcefully parts those cheeks with his hands, kissing one side and then the other, before slipping his tongue inside the other man and moaning with a fervor he really hasn't exhibited before.
It's thrilling, frankly, to be showing a part of Robert's body that hasn't been explored a considerable amount of love. Blowjobs are one thing, and this sort of act isn't strictly restricted to physically intimate exchanges between men, but the art of giving of rimjob and the insatiable enthusiasm Flambae's had doing so has always felt particularly homoerotic to him.
If he can manage, he'll try to reach around and feel Robert's cock with one of his hands, taking pleasure in rubbing his fingers over the parts of it that are still recently wet from his hot mouth.]
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It is a shame he can't get his own (fully fingered) hands all over Flambae this way, but he settles over him, trying to steady his breathing while he's at it so he doesn't appear like a nervous dork. The sound he gives when his cheeks are slapped though is one that's both startled and excited though. He feels like he knows what's coming next but he really doesn't. Even if a woman was willing to do this, she never has for Robert.
He feels his whole body tremble the moment Flambae's (admittedly skilled) tongue breaches his body. ]
Oh, fuck—
[ Yes it is very weird and kind of embarrassing to think about but also ... hot? Why.
Robert wets his lips, trying not to keel over just from the extra attention to his cock. ]
Fuck, Flambae—
[ He is going to utilize his Mecha Man resilience not to give in too soon. ]
SORRY IT IS BASICALLY JUST DIALOGUE
What?
Is my mouth not enough for you?
[Flambae's tone is almost as wet with gloat as his beard is with... well-]
Would you prefer my hands instead?
[He begins to move his own up and down the length of Robert a little bit faster.
You know, just to be true to the "flaming piece of shit" moniker.]
I CAN'T THAT TAG IS SO FUNNY
[ Robert breathes out, not even sure how Flambae can still be talking. Of course his mouth is enough, there's no need to go running it! There is also a distinct chance that all of the words aren't comprehended thanks to Flambae being muffled (by ass) and Robert himself being otherwise occupied with other thoughts.
So there's no real answer to the gloating or the questions. ]
If you keep doing that, I'm -
[ Not even his Mecha Man stamina is going to be enough if his cock is handled at the same time his asshole is. Clearly he does need a bit of training and practice in the matter. ]
unfortunately this is not a gagtag
ICKI WHAT
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claws my way back to the yaoi
claws my way back after no internet this weekend as well
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CW: SUICIDE
this icon is robert on the inside
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