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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.

[ He actually isn't sure if he cries out at the bite or keeps it to himself, but it almost kicks him right over the edge of his orgasm.

At the moment Robert doesn't have the capacity to drag or be witty. Somehow this really has gone on for longer than it probably should have. But can he really be blamed, he's intoxicated on the feel of the other man, from his deliberate fingers (even though some are missing) to the scratch of his whiskers. Who wouldn't want to make moments with their smoking hot (like literally though) boyfriend last?

Which is part of why Robert kind of scoffs at being asked what he's doing. Somehow he manages this in between a throaty moan of his own. ]

I told you—

[ He pants out, breathless. If they finish together, he'd be happy! He wants to say something like that, but he's just too far gone at this point. And with Flambae whipping out the finishing move of "you're mine", unfortunately Robert has to call defeat on this one.

With a mumbled "Oh, fuck-" and a sharp buck forward of his hips, he's unraveled, coming right into Flambae's slippery grip. Not that Robert is paying any attention to that right now. He can't see anything as his vision dissolves into pure white and then bursts of stars. The consequence of holding out for so long is that his release seems to be twice as hard. Worth it though, even if they still didn't quite get all the way. ]

[Flambae pants heavily as Robert finishes, open-mawed as Robert makes a mess of his remaining fingers. Maybe it's disgusting of him that he's inclined to stroke himself harder in the midst of the mess, but he couldn't care less, especially knowing that evidence of Robert's desire hasn't exactly been out there in the open like he'd thought initially.

He plants a kiss on Robert's neck hastily before finishing himself, seeing as he wasn't really far behind anyway. His nose and head drag as he looks down at the messes they've made in their respective laps, dimly registering how lucky it is that none of their unborn sire has dripped onto his all-too-white sheets.

Flambae grins, the expression dizzy and borderline insane, half sinister and half warmly sincere.]

I think lube feels better when it comes from you.

[FOUL!!!! FILTHY]

Is it practical? Eh, fuck no.

But it's nice.

[He wants to ask Robert if he's happy, but he worries he's been asking too many questions tonight.]

Timing these things is a little... I dunno, tricky? We'll get there.

[It's cute that Robert wanted to finish together.

Maybe he should have listened better?

Silently, he tries to quell his guilt by swallowing.

Fuck! That does not work.]

[ Apparently Robert doesn't find it disgusting either because he doesn't react other than to give one more muffled moan up against Flambae until he's finally spent and then just leaning on the other man because he might fall over at any second. Even if they didn't finish at the exact same time, he does feel a little better about this scenario with Flambae shortly behind.

He doesn't know what his problem is, okay. He knows it's kind of lame. He's just not used to this sort of thing mattering!!

The filthy comment about Robert's natural lube makes him give a breathy chuckle. Because what the fuck comes out of Flambae's mouth sometimes, honestly. ]

Uh, thanks. I made it myself.

[ He shakes his head briefly before planting a small kiss against Flambae's cheek.

Then he leans in quietly, thinking about what to say. He could say they should stop doing this so late when they have to go to the office the next morning. Or that he doesn't want to talk about his weird "equal opportunity" ejaculation thing. Maybe something about how he wants to fuck him next time (or vice versa), but ... nah.

It's kind of nice just to bask like this for a minute.

Though he does kind of sense a little of that guilt, so the minute is eventually broken. ]

You good?

[The unhinged, Dad-jokey response to his blatant homosexuality should have been something he predicted. Maybe Robert is nervous, or perhaps it's clear that he doesn't know what to say, but it does pick at a sore spot, one of Flambae's many insecurities. Was that too gay? God, fuck that, no it wasn't, nothing is gayer than his supersuit and Robert has seen that a thousand times over... It is intentionally gay so he doesn't have to say anything. The not-so-coy attempts from glamorous (if clueless) women trying to get his number have always been flattering, but with the amount of bullshit they must deal with from the psychopaths on the apps in LA, they probably can't afford to be wasting their time.

He leans into the kiss to the cheek, wanting also to stay close to Robert, lingering in silence for a few moments before he's asked what's wrong. Crap, crap, crap-]

I was stunned into silence by how fucking corny that comeback was.

[He wants to embrace Robert, but his hands are... Well, covered in semen, to be quite frank- Can you imagine that when slung into the right hole, this disgusting liquidy substance is responsible for playing a part in the creation of human life... Flambae sits miserably where he is, knowing he should be more direct. Cummy (jesus christ) hands or not, Flambae would like to be held, but voicing that desire feels terrifying.]

And don't give yourself all the fucking credit, okay?

I helped.

[ It wasn't too gay but Robert did struggle a little to know what to say about it. Look, he's feeling about 80 different emotions all at the same time right now, not to mention how he's coming down from the high of an orgasm that he held out way too long for. Ugh, seriously Robert, that was a cringe answer, he deserves to be called out for it.

In fact he laughs a bit at Flambae's answer because. Well played. Even if it's not the real answer... ]

I'm sorry.

[ Like genuinely.

But his smile fades just a little and he leans in to kiss Flambae's cheek again. Right now he doesn't really care that there's fluids (they do not need to launch into an exploration of semen and what it's for and what it does) on his fingers. They're both going to need to wash eventually anyway. And brush teeth if Flambae ever wants to be kissed on the mouth again. ]

I'm giving you most of the credit. For the record.

[ He feels adjacent to a virgin and that is really not cool for his pride, but he meant it when he said he wants to learn and try everything and just keep going. So he will. He just hopes that along the way Flambae doesn't feel appreciated or desired or anything like that. It's the complete opposite. The most upsetting part of all of this is that they have to go to work in a few hours. ]

Are you afraid of disappointing me? 'Cause I am... but. I'm happy.

[ speaking of things that might be too gay ... ]

[He know they should be getting to a variety of things. A shower, sleep, out of this bed so they don't permanently fuck up this sheets, you name it... But Flambae is content to sit here, basking in the afterglow despite his own bitchy bout of insecurity.

Call it pathetic, because he certainly would, but it's nice to take part in Robert's intimately sincere shows of affection, especially in the privacy of a place Flambae has come to call home. Not many places have felt like home to him, including and especially the town he grew up, for a variety of reasons. Home has been more about feeling a sense of belonging amongst groups of people, and having the two combined like this is exhilarating and terrifying all at once.

Well, he did say he had a love for danger.]

N-No...!

[Is he kneejerk response.

However, after pouting pointlessly for god knows how many seconds or minutes-]

...Yes.

[Flambae keeps himself quiet shortly after, for once not judging himself for the feathery feeling in his stomach when he hears Robert saying that he's happy. He's almost never expressed the sentiment so plainly, has he? Not when it isn't tied directly to work or punishing a bad guy.

There is something so deeply sad about that.

Flambae hopes to god that he's misremembering.]

[ it's comforting in a way that Flambae has insecurities too, even though Robert doesn't think the fireball has much to worry about. He's tried to make it fairly clear that being with Flambae in any capacity is actually really very nice. But then he goes and says or does something inexperienced or stupid and maybe that sets both of them off. Anyway. They'll get there... ]

You shouldn't worry so much.

[ He really means it! But they do need to get cleaned up before the dreaded DRIED UP CUM becomes a reality. Also sleep does need to happen at some point, but Robert at the very least is used to doing without enough of it. At least this time he's in a comfortable bed.

He's especially warm and content when they are all sparkling clean and he's being held in Flambae's ~~enormous~~ arms in such a way he never imagined he'd want or need ever but now completely loves.

It's funny how he seems to fit just right against the side of Flambae's dorito-shaped body. ]

Seriously though, you're not going to scare me off.

[ Not with sex stuff, not by being too gay, not even by the eye masks or silly robes. It's true. ]

[Flambae's now cum-free fingers find themselves in Robert's hair, gently toying with the soft, maybe freshly-rinsed locks, depending on how thoroughly the two of them got to washing up. The firestarter's skin is pink from the hot water still, wavy locks trailing around his shoulders, maybe dampening the pillow a tad. Thankfully, Robert is resting in his unnecessarily jacked arms, so he will not have to deal with any of that.

It wouldn't surprise him to learn that this isn't the kind of fantasy that Robert grew up having. The first time Flambae had been held by another man, his reaction had been one of extreme panic. Men aren't given this opportunity to be vulnerable or needy when it comes to affection outside of just sex, and Flambae can speak from experience that the performance of simply "dishing it out" gets pretty damn tiring, especially after so many years.]

Have you ever considered that maybe I should, you fucking weirdo?

[Ah.

He shouldn't have said that. Immediately, those furry brows press together. This all feels so difficult, and even the rest of the team hasn't made any comments about it, so why, why does he feel the need to-]

I could have killed you that night at the Sardiney-Weenie bar.

[that is not the bar name]

And for that, I... Fuck.

[His broad shoulders tense.

This does not come easily to him.]

Look, I'm fucking sorry, okay?

If you had died, they would have probably sent me back to jail even though so many of those other motherfuckers have actually killed people-

[laskdjflsakdjf]

And, eh.

Let's just say it would have been a crime of passion! Sometimes hatred can be-

[At least this is honest.]

Very passionate.

[ Did Robert even have fantasies at all when growing up? Outside of like, bonding with his dad more or something like that. No all of this is pretty new to him, which makes him feel silly a lot of the time. It's easier when people at work tease you about being a loser over the comms because everyone is just shooting the shit and trying to get through a stressful workday. But when he's vulnerable and really cares about the person he's making a fool of himself in front of ... well. ]

What?

[ He starts to get indignant about being called a fucking weirdo, but Flambae keeps talking and that walks Robert down from it.

Trying really, really hard to take the conversation seriously after "Sardiney-Weenie bar".

Genuinely though he can tell that Flambae has something he wants to get off his chest, and the dispatcher gives him room to do that. He's quiet and thoughtful as he glances up into the flame-like flicker of those eyes. An apology for that is ... not what he was expecting at all. In fact, he'd even told Visi that he fully expected that Flambae would incinerate him if he ever found out his identity, right?

It was less surprising that he was almost scorched to death and more surprising that Golem and the others stepped in to defend him. Maybe that was the moment that Robert truly realized that his life could be so much more meaningful than being more than Mecha Man's faceless pilot.

But he doesn't hate Flambae for it. Obviously. Look at where he is right now. ]

I didn't think I was going to get out of that unscathed.

[ He answers quietly, looking down for a few moments before he finds Flambae's face again. ]

You had— have ... every reason to hate me, and yes, I could tell how passionate it was. I'm ... just as surprised as you that this is where we've ended up.

[ Wasn't that obvious with all his fumbling and such? Maybe it wasn't as obvious to anyone but Robert, who knows. He's trying to figure out why it's so important that Flambae gets this through his head though. That yes, his life was very much in danger. Is he supposed to still imagine that it is? That the firestarter will turn on him randomly and just burn him to a crisp .... Well, he'd deserve it at that point really. If he fell so hard he made it that easy to get fucked (in the bad way), that's what he should get!

But he really feels like that isn't what's going to happen.

Maybe he should just respect the apology and let it be what it is. ]

Apology accepted.

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