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[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.

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[ 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?

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[ 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 ]

[Burning curiosity, huh?

Flambae would like the sound of that, probably.

There's a lot he'd like to do. His intentions for this specific bedroom romp were to thank Robert for being sweet enough to check on him, which sounds like an extremely affectionate response for the bare minimum because it is! Try as he might to pass off his previous lovelife as something sexy and exciting, it's been messy at best, and Flambae has never once come close to stability. In all of those instances, he either set the thing on fire himself or was burned (*emotionally) in the process.

Robert sounds good when he's in the heat of the moment. Whether he's in the middle of a fight or here in bed, barely able to form a full sentence, it says something about his capacity for passion, whether it be regarding lovemaking or anything else.

The fire-based hero pants and moans loudly in response to Robert's slow strokes, figuring he can at least spoil him with a show for a few moments, before moving his hands upwards to gently grip both of Robert's shoulders.]

Oh.

[He should have said that before.]

Okay, estupido!

Turn around.

[ Of course Robert isn't expecting anything like thanks for something like checking up on someone he (amazingly) cares about. But he wouldn't refuse it or anything either. There will be plenty of time to hear gratitude like that in a little bit when they're satisfied and exhausted and yet probably still with their hands all over each other.

And maybe Flambae is just putting on a show, but he likes those sounds he makes. He hopes to find out what really brings those sounds out bit by bit.

Perhaps he will also look forward to the time where he's not called stupid or a bitch in bed. If that's possible. Unfortunately he already has it down too bad for Flambae to really care.

Taking a breath, and somewhat reluctantly, he releases Flambae's cock from his grasp and works on turning himself around. ]

Okay?

[ As usual he has no idea what the flaming hero has in mind for him and he isn't sure if he's excited or kind of afraid. Maybe a bit of both. ]

[Robert turns to face him and Flambae immediately feels a dangerous pang in his gut, separate from the arousal he's been doing his best to keep in check this whole time. If he had unleashed himself on Robert the way he'd have liked to already, the poor freckle-faced man would bent into a pretzel and taking a pounding from a 6'4" man who was also somewhat on fire.

Instead he's here, red and shy into the wee hours of a morning before yet another shift, with a sort of timid overeagerness Flambae hasn't seen in a potential partner for over a decade. There's that and the obvious sign of what Flambae's done to him, one he can't help but reach out and rub over it for good measure, running his thumb over the slit specifically and resisting the urge to press down, just to ensure that Robert finishes first.

The new hero hates that, all things considered, he shouldn't want to be here. This kind of thing isn't really his speed, he's in bed with his former nemesis for the second time, and yet he's gently urging Robert closer by nudging his shoulder with a free hand, and even quickly almost pressing their lips together until he realizes-]

Right! Shit.

[So he begins peppering kisses against the side of Robert's neck with the chipped ear. The hand that was on Robert's shoulder raps at his cheek with the available knuckles, then turning over with the palm facing upwards.]

Spit.

[ Maybe being folded like a pretzel and pounded from a 6'4" man (not on fire though) is just what Robert needs, has Flambae perhaps considered this? Either way they are both experiencing a lot of turmoil in their gut that is perhaps not the normal kind of turmoil that happens there. Actually, same with the turmoil in the groin, honestly. At least for Robert, this is a hell of a lot different than some fling or a jack-off session to get some stress relief out or just to feel something.

Truly, what kind of existence has he been thinking it's okay to lead this whole time ...

Flambae nearly kisses him and catches himself and that gets Robert to huff out a laugh, because it's appreciate and also so silly. He'll tip his head slightly to at least give a little better access (at least they don't have to worry about his ear getting in the way ... ????). An almost growl like sound nestles in his throat, just ready to let itself out.

But why is being told to spit actually kind of hot too? He must just be delirious with lust at this point.

He does it, though. A bit unceremonious but with some effort to not just ... be a total unsexy mess (like how if you choose to spit at Shroud when you're upside down, Robert no—). At least when you are thinking about how you want to be turned into a pretzel, it really helps you work up some saliva.

That's disgusting I'm sorry.... ]

[Flambae sinks his teeth into Robert's neck perhaps a little too hard when he feels Robert follow his "order" with little hesitation this time, a rare event considering the smaller man's tendency to whip up the wickedest of drags at a moment's notice. So, if Flambae ever wants to finally win one of their verbal spats, he will just have to make Robert as horny as possible. Noted!

He grins, once again in a nearly sinister fashion, that five o'clock shadow scraping against the newly formed bruises. It's actually Robert's lack of polish that makes him sexy, that he's nearly all enthusiasm and no know-how, just the way it is on the battlefield. Even if makes him foolish, there is something rogue-ishly charming about how he will always "go for it," although time and time again it's a bad idea.

Flambae finally begins to jerk them off together, unable to keep himself from getting off on the fact that he's bigger, then moaning loudly against Robert's shoulder.]

What are you doing, Robert?

[It's a miracle Flambae was even able to get out that much. He's trying to keep himself from coming out of spite, maybe.]

Doesn't the whole fucking boyfriend thing mean you're mine now?

Go on.

You can finish.

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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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