bootyhunter | CALL ME OUT

[ Thankfully, Robert doesn't see the eyebrow raise or he might want to crawl into a hole and just die. He's definitely not a virgin. There is some method to his madness here. That is to say, he's not completely repressed, only very repressed.

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.

[He's done a lot to smirk or steel his emotions away, but the unabashed attention to his chest does earn Robert a loud, guttural noise. Flambae even thrusts his head back and closes his eyes, taken by surprise.

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.

Oh.

[ 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.

[Robert's display of shyness is sort of like adding sugar to a sour tomato sauce, doing enough to distract Flambae from his own shame and the ever-present fear that he's just more interested than the other man. Sure, Robert may show signs of self-consciousness because he hasn't seriously pursued anything continuous or consistent, but Flambae has been with other men. One could argue that from a technical standpoint, the sex was better, he had performed better.

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-

Edited (me like is this ok or too insane of an edit) 2026-02-20 04:05 (UTC)

[ At this point, Robert isn't sure how much clearer he can make his interest. Not just in the sex or anything but in Flambae in general. Since he's not aware of the full extent of the former villain's thoughts and feelings surrounding him, he's been wondering if it's okay that he likes him this much. That it's felt like 0 to 1000000 with his desire for the stupid man. It actually feels kind of good sometimes when Flambae looks shy or uncertain too.

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! ]

[Obvious?

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]

[ For two seconds, he thinks Flambae is going to attack his tongue with how he gets so close. Then for two seconds after that he wonders if calling him by his real name was a good move or a bad one. It doesn't seem to matter in the end. He's said his piece and Flambae actually seems to be perceptive to it- no he's into it and Robert feels the stupidest, silliest relief in his chest even as he's grabbed into a possessive kiss. Which, by the way, goes straight to his dick too, and he almost growls a little into it. He's been craving this kind of kiss all day long.

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. ]

[There's a lot more he could say in response to all of that, although as soon as he's pulled in, Flambae seems to take the hint. He likes it when Robert growls, kissing him with all the ferocity of some kind of hungry animal. The dichotomy between the former hero's subdued kindness and feral nature is perhaps the most culpable fuel to Flambae's questionable horny fire for the other man. It's a curious mix of yin and yang, and the fiery hothead would like to learn where the light ends and the darkness begins.

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.

[ Robert himself may not know the limits he'll allow himself to be pushed toward. Until losing the suit and working with SDN, maybe he didn't know a lot of things about himself, really. Because "Robert" was always on the back burner, and "Mecha Man" took priority over all. Not as an individual or living entity but as a product that he was born to push, push, push.

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. ]

[It's still strange to see Robert's eyes so full of any feeling at all, much less heady lust. There's a thrill that it brings Flambae, not so much that he can entirely ignore the throbbing of his own already hard cock, but still.

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.]

[ Rather than soothe him, it's like Flambae's using his powers to light a fire right beneath Robert's skin. It's a good thing, though. He doesn't want to be soothed, he wants to be wild.

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. ]

Mmmm-hm.

[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.]

[ Oh, okay, he's just going to put those in his mouth— well, it's definitely not something Robert has experienced anytime recently. And yes, it does mean that some trust is there, but some bad decisions are being made too. It's fine if it's both, right? It's not like he feels like he's in danger or anything. He's still just jittery with both arousal and affection that it's kind of insane.

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. ]

[He hears his name being called, and for once he's totally preoccupied, smirking into robert's wet asshole?! jesus christ, he'll entertain some more shitty banter-]

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.]

Oh my god,

[ 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. ]

[is there such a thing as spitefully stroking cock is that a thing that can be done when he is trying to catch his breath exactly at the gape of an ass]

[ why is it spiteful!?!?

Robert is going to do the spiteful thing back and grasp Flambae's hand that's grasping his cock. ]

No! Not yet...

[ he hasn't decided if he wants to get off while sitting on the man's face yet. ]

[Oh.

The touch to his hand is enough to clue him in, so much so that he lets go of Robert's raging hard-on to lock their fingers together briefly. He rubs a thumb over them in an attempt to show that he's sorry, in a way, then wriggling out from under Robert so it might be easier to comprehend him-]

No?

[The question is earnest and oddly gentle.]

Look, man. If you're trying to impress me by holding out or some stupid shit like that...

[He already has, but goddamn it if he has to say it!]

You don't have to.

[ That makes Robert's face light up like a christmas light, really. He doesn't know why he did that. Or what he's trying to do. ]

That's not it.... fuck.

[ He both loves and hates that gentleness he hears from Flambae's voice, right in the middle of a rimjob of all things. ]

I just don't ... want to, yet.

[ When he says it out loud it sounds even stupider. Oh well. That just kind of puts them on an even playing field in the realm of stupidity, he supposes. ]

[Strangely enough, it doesn't sound stupid to Flambae. The man's gotten a chance to finally experience the kind of "hero" worship he's never allowed himself to have, and whether the dispatcher knows it or not, these are the memories that can be reflected upon decades later, or at least they were for Flambae. Even if every sordid detail of an evening of debauchery grows hazy after a little while, the strong emotions linger, even after being distorted by time.

He pipes down again, doing his best to return to the task at hand, which involves pressing a few tender kisses to windowpane-flat ass cheeks, sure, and then eventually shoving his face between them. If there is a way to eat ass tenderly, if still voraciously, that's what Flambae is trying to do.

Since he can't tend to Robert's cock, can't finish him off with his three-fingered hand as well as his mouth, he'll at least attempt to interlace their fingers together, or erm, what's left of Flambae's own anyway. He'll even moan loudly for good measure, in an attempt to show just how much he enjoys what he has the privilege of getting to do.

Hilarious, seeing as Flambae is so hard that silly little G-string is about to pop off!]

[ The flare of embarrassment and stupidness he was feeling does get him to calm down a little physically at least. He's not ready to bust his nut just yet. Even if that's actually what they probably both want. Don't worry about it.

He genuinely cannot believe that he's sitting on Flambae's face and that there's something hot about it. But he does let their fingers lace together (as best they can with the amount of fingers they have), feeling somehow a bit calmer despite all his raging horniness. Hearing the moan between his cheeks gives him a strange shiver, too.

He's starting to wonder about that g-string though, doesn't Flambae want some relief too? Surely that flimsy thing is just going to tear off and he's not going to want it ruined like that is he ...

Except when he tries to speak it's basically just heady moans instead of words. ]

[It's so strange to note, that as all of this is happening, Robert's hands feel rougher than his own. They're smaller, sure, but calloused as one would expect. He has all of his fingers, but they're their own level of fucked up for sure.

Somehow, Flambae doesn't mind it.

When he closes his eyes, he'll always know it's Robert for sure. You know, unless he's planning on having sex with Deadpool, or something... And there's more scar tissue in that case, also, he's huge, so his hands are probably bigger-]

Agh, fuck!

[He has to come up for air, sure, but what's really bothering him is how bad the fabric feels over his own hard cock. God, he'd been trying to ignore it, but that is nearly impossible now.

In any case, he seems to have adequately spent his money, because somehow it hasn't snapped yet.]

Are you sure your superpower isn't a will made of fucking steel? Holy shit man, how the hell are you lasting that long?

[Flambae grumbles, an un-sexy groan following after.]

I think you are going to have to free me from the thingie.

[i cannot believe i am typing the next line of dialogue]

The G-stringy thingie.

Edited 2026-03-03 03:19 (UTC)

[ Somehow, Robert hasn't been surprised to find that Flambae has some pretty nice, soft skin. He wasn't imagining the robe and the eye patches or anything but he definitely gave off the "gay man who is not afraid to pamper himself" vibes at the best of times. He still feels pretty guilty about the fingers, but hopefully being able to do sexy and sweet things to them should make up for it a tiny bit.

In a way, he's glad that suddenly Flambae isn't able to ignore his own arousal any longer. He has some insane sense that he wants them to be able to get off together, to inevitably end up cuddled up on those weird white sheets for another few (very few...) blissful hours of rest.

He shudders at the grumbling, though that's mostly just the biproduct of him trying to laugh but being way too horny and on the edge of a climax to accomplish the task. ]

Fuck, I don't know.

[ His words are breathed out as he temporarily melts forward a bit, like he can no longer even hold his body upright. He's more than happy to get rid of the g-string though- especially if it prevents Flambae from saying G-stringy thingie again anytime soon.

It takes a little more effort than he'd like, since the man's damn body is so big, but he sits up a bit just so he can lean forward over Flambae and reach for that miserably straining (but admittedly sturdy) little piece of fabric. Something deep and feral awakens within him when he sees the (also gigantic, what the fuck) cock break free of its confines and bob helplessly in the air between them until his fingers grasp firmly about the base.

Is Flambae always this hot? Is Robert the one who's hot? Are they going to 69 it?

Important questions............... ]

[Flambae maintains a hip facade of confidence, and in some ways, there's no doubt that he is fiercely independent in his own right, but if faced with the choice to trade three of his fingers for a man who would love him in the way he wanted forever, he probably would have made that choice fairly quickly, even while taking into account the hothead's considerable vanity.

He lets out a sound that's something between a sigh of a relief and a moan, although the arousal in it is certainly more audible. The hero then reaches out to snake his hand up and down the line in the center of Robert's back, laughing breathlessly, the sound once again lacking any of its usual mockery.

Flambae will soon commit these scars to memory, the ones he now has the privilege of touching. One could argue that they mar and mask Robert's very endearing freckles, although without them, touching him probably wouldn't even feel right. They're a reminder of who he is and what he's done, and the surprising amount of things he's been able to accomplish as just a "normie."

Pfft. As if Flambae would ever be able to date a regular guy.]

Fuck, Robert...

[He can feel those rough hands take hold of him, and even though he can't see his face, something about the touch communicates the former hero's eagerness. Maybe it's the way he's gripping at him or it's just how bad Flambae's erection is, who knows.]

I can't think straight.

But, then again, I don't think I was ever capable of doing that! So...

[Would Robert even want to kiss him, considering where his mouth has been?]

Are you going tell me what you want?

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

[ Even lacking the mockery, Robert has a brief moment of burning curiosity to know what the hell Flambae is laughing at. At least he thinks that was a laugh? It's really hard to concentrate on anything but the giant dick in his grasp at this point. Especially once he starts to stroke it slowly as if he only wants to see what kind of reaction he'll get.

For once in his life, he is also wondering if it will now be impossible for him to ever think "straight" again. Oh no. ]

That's...

[ He huffs as he's once again asked what he wants. He wants everything, hasn't he made that clear? But also Flambae— and don't think Robert hasn't noticed — has been doing so much for him and his comfort and experience levels. They both literally just saw how the firestarter's cock almost broke free of its fabric prison all on its own. ]

That's what I want to ask you.

[ His voice is breathy, verging on nonexistent, but still he wants it to be heard. That's what he wants. He wants to know what he can do for Flambae right now.

And while he isn't certain if he wants to be kissed by a mouth that was literally in his asshole, he's known one thing for a while: ]

I want to... finish together.

[ Soooooooooooooooooo

yeah ]

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idk why i feel the need to use this icon

probably bc that's what robert looks like rn lowkey

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SORRY IT IS BASICALLY JUST DIALOGUE

I CAN'T THAT TAG IS SO FUNNY

unfortunately this is not a gagtag

ICKI WHAT

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