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Currently writing Dandy (Space Dandy) / Rex Splode (Invincible) / and Simon Laurent (Infinity Train)

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kaihentai and Asher Millstone (How to Get Away With Murder)

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Also voicetesting Mike Wazowski (Monsters Inc)

googlybear / Eddy (Ed, Edd, n' Eddy)

edboy / Reagan Ridley (Inside Job)

madcryentist / Abdul Ali (Squid Game)

aitbaar / Portia Davenport (Search Party)

portialain / Elliot Goss (Search Party)

confabulous / Fleabag (Fleabag)

feminitwit / Johnny Bravo (Johny Bravo)

pretteh / and Joel Hammond (Santa Clarita Diet)

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[ that's because they're in a gay bar and there's TONS of people around and he hardly even wants to be shirtless, let alone blowing Flambae here! Back at his apartment, however....

Anyway, Robert thinks about it too sometimes, that he probably isn't what Flambae imagined Mecha Man to be, especially after holding such antagonist feelings about him for so long. He wonders if it's disappointing, or if he should even care whether it is or not. After all, they're still here, together. He called Robert "baby" ... so he must not be a complete let down. Never meet your heroes (or your enemies??) they say, but he's probably doing alright.

Saying something like he only wants to dance with Robert also makes the dispatcher just really want to kiss Flambae all the more. Of course he gets it, doing anything to people who are under the influence can be sketchy... but he knows for a fact that he would feel the same in any state of sobriety (or lack thereof).

He can wait though. He can be good and patient and enjoy their public date.

Feeling both humbled and pleased though about the dancing, he nods a couple of times, looking down at the drink that he hasn't touched since he said he wouldn't. ]

I don't know. Just making sure you knew that.

[ He won't hold him back from having fun. He will, however, hold him back from sharing all the details of Prism's personal sex life. ]

Okay, TMI. Let her have her fun, I don't need to know.

[He looks at Robert knowingly, whatever's left of Flambae's own drink sitting at the bar, remaining untouched.

He wraps an arm around Robert as if to shield him in a way, feeling a little guilty for making the man undress, somehow having foolishly believed that things would have been alright either way. The states of undress that Robert has been in have all been due to violence, how could he fucking forget? Other than what's happened between them in the apartment, and when the Z-team ambushed Robert in his home, has this wet noodle of a former hero even gone to the beach within the past year?

God, what is he even talking about. Look at how pale the guy is, the answer is no.]

Okay, then.

[He makes no effort to hide the once-over he gives Robert. Flambae does genuinely feel bad for making him uncomfortable, but damn, does the dispatcher look good in his arms.]

Now I know.

I get that you don't exactly want to raise the motherfucking roof when I tell you this, but-

[His voice dips, wavering into more sultry territory, and he leans in to give Robert another kiss on the cheek.]

I think you're at your cutest when you're nervous, BobBob. ❤︎

[Flambae is quiet for a few seconds, letting that thought sit, once-again intensely observing the other man for his potential reaction.]

Do you wanna go back to my place?

You seemed more comfortable there.

Maybe finish your drink first?

Edited 2026-04-26 02:41 (UTC)

[ Despite not feeling particularly ashamed of his body, Robert does appear to be pretty private about it if he can help it. He was willing, though, to make up for his fashion blunder if he could! It isn't the most comfortable but having Flambae's arms around him really does help. Somehow the PDA is less harrowing than the idea of his privacy invaded by strangers' gazes.

When in the world would he ever have had time to go to the beach? Maybe they can find some now. Or maybe it's for the best that Robert's pale white body just stays away.

Having Flambae lean so close to him and use that voice has him suppressing a shudder, trying to keep it together as his ears flare up in betrayal and his heart dips as the kiss to his cheek leaves him longing for one to his mouth instead. Can't believe this guy has this kind of power over him.

He huffs, glancing off to the side in protest. ]

Ass.

[ Unfortunately he can hardly be actually annoyed when he's so smitten with the fireball in front of him and the alcohol in him only seems to make it worse, so he looks back at Flambae in defeat, brows scrunched as he smiles at him. ]

I thought you didn't want me to finish my drink.

[ And what if Flambae definitely won't kiss him if he does? It already feels kind of lame that he'd rather go home than stay here and party. But Prism isn't even around anyway, sooo... ]

I think I'd rather go, yeah.

What about my ass?

[Flambae snorts again, although the sound is notably triumphant this time.

As much as he loves to party, he's been doing his best to ignore the hollow echoes that seem to follow all these fun nights out. Make no mistake, Flambae is an adventurer through and through, and is grateful that his strength carries him through the night in ways that would render mere mortals tired and hunkering down several hours earlier...

But he's found himself longing for a companion as of late, even before Robert showed up at SDN.

Flambae had beat himself up about it quietly. In some ways, it's been difficult to admit, a sign that he's getting old.]

It's not that I don't want you to have fun, Robert.

[Ooh. That cheeky, nearly sadistic tone he's using indicates that tormenting Robert is all sorts of fun- For Flambae, anyway.]

I thought I could tolerate taking you out for a night on the town, but boozing around in front of, what is this... This peanut gallery of twinks-

[LKSDLKF]

Is making me realize I prefer having you all to myself.

[It's here where he taps Robert's cheek with a thumb, then guiding it so that they are finally face to face.]

I know how much you like to be kissed.

[laying it on thick, huh, hot cheeto yaoi]

But, before I do that for that you, I need to make sure you're sober enough for me. So~! You tell me!

How many fingers am I holding up?

[And then, like a goddamn curse... He holds up the three remaining fingers on the altered hand, then folding all of them down except the middle one.]

You heard me.

[ He answers flatly, finally reaching for his beer for a sip. It's just a tiny one though. Honestly, alcohol hasn't consistently been something he's turned to for "fun", so it really hasn't been such a big deal not to chug beer after beer down. But being subjected to being referred to as cute (and for being a nervous idiot at that) earned a sip.

And really, he's about to retort to that cheeky tone of Flambae's voice as he explains, but the man keeps going and admits to wanting Robert to himself, and if that doesn't send his heartbeat skyrocketing into space he doesn't know what will. He doesn't even know why it has such an effect on him, so his eyes are a little wider than normal and his expression one of subtly dazed twitterpation when his face is tilted back to Flambae's.

It's just. Sure, the Z-team constantly teases him and tries to touch him and other HR nightmares, but some part of him (that he didn't even consciously know of) just really wants to be wanted that badly. It's nice to see someone being selfish about him. ]

Obviously twinks aren't really my type, so you're good.

[ Twinkies maybe, but look at this guy holding him. He can't be classified as a twink, and Robert's pupils have teeny tiny little hearts in them right this very second. Not that you'd be able to see them, with how his lids get a little heavy with want. He likes to be kissed. He wants to kiss Flambae so badly. There was no choice but to deflect all of the feelings with dry wit.

Then his eyes narrow a hair as his gaze slides over to the three-fingered hand. That's almost his answer— again, he's keenly aware of how many he's got and why that's the case — but thankfully, he has time to amend it before he opens his mouth. Flipping him off...really mature!!! ]

One. And the feeling is mutual.

[ So just kiss him already, he wants it so bad it's stupid. ]

[The answer is correct enough for him, someone who's been holding back on two accounts, a thing he is not used to doing for anybody, himself most of all.

He leans in, grabbing the side of Robert's face with his free hand, unaware of how its lack of fingers seems to be something that his boyfriend is often thinking about.]

Mmmm...

[He kisses Robert aggressively, possessively, having come to understand that for some reason the little freak seems to like being consumed, to feel as though he's being devoured carnally or sexually, and when left to his own devices, that's how Flambae likes to enjoy his men.

He pulls away for a second, then going back in to hold Robert's lower lip and suck any drops of alcohol remaining right out of it, leaning back and panting heavily.

His eyes are half-lidded too, orange and fiery as ever, although he waits for Robert to speak fist, daring him to break the silence.]

[ Of course he thinks about it, he's the whole reason there's only three fingers left.

But he's not thinking too hard about it now that they've finally made it here and suddenly he's not just fuzzy drunk in the head, it's all over his body. His heart is fluttering and his stomach tightening as he savors every second of the possessive kiss. Without even really paying attention to himself, he gives that little half groan half growl of his up against their lips, almost straight up knocking their drinks right over as he slaps a hand out on the bar like he's got to hold on.

Sometimes he really is a little freak.

It's almost enough to forget where they are and all the people and noises, but when Flambae pulls back that last time, he's forced to remember. Damn. His ears are practically glowing and he looks more properly intoxicated now. ]

So ... we can go, right?

[Getting drunk of alcohol may be a difficult task, but a man?

That's not difficult for Flambae at all- Or Chad either, for that matter.

Robert's enthusiasm for the fire-starter's affection is delicious in a way that feels like it should be transgressive. Perhaps it's due to Flambae's own affinity for men who are starved for affection, stoic in the streets but desperate in the sheets, in part because he feels they are the ones who really do appreciate him. They way their eyes can't help but marvel at a physique that is not at all natural, completely obtuse to all the effort it takes to get it to look that way, right down to the hair on his body that's been neatly trimmed and cared for, like his skin and everything else.

When you've photographed yourself from every flattering angle that exists, nude or nearly, it's a specific kind of treat to be with someone who finally grabs at that same body like they've gotten the opportunity to touch a treasured work of art.]

Yeah.

[Robert isn't different in this regard, but in all the others, he feels like such a stark contrast. They shouldn't get on and yet it is the push and pull that makes things interesting.

The dispatcher's quietness isn't just from withholding, it's fascinating. Like the kind of puzzle that Flambae would actually like to work out, instead of something frustrating, redundant, and physically unappealing like a Rubix cube.]

Yeah, I can fly you.

[Finally, Flambae unfurls the arm that holds Robert's SDN button-up.

Not before glancing at the spot on the bar Robert gripped onto, however.]

I am assuming you want to put this fugly shit back on?

[ For Robert it's probably the other way around. Getting drunk on alcohol is easy, but getting drunk on a man? He didn't even really think about it until it happened with Chad. Now he feels like he's on a constant rollercoaster ride of varying feelings. Moments like that kiss make it all so worth it though. Bit by bit, he's probably also going to figure out just how lonely he's been for most of his life, and how incredibly this former nemesis of his is changing that. ]

Okay.

[ That's good enough for him, and he nods.

But when the shirt comes back into the picture, he pauses and thinks about it, before shaking his head. He thinks about commenting how he has nothing to do with that particular fashion choice too but then decides against it. ]

If we're leaving then it doesn't matter anymore.

[ Because it will eventually be coming off. Even if they don't get their hands all over each other, he's probably not going to sleep in the work shirt. Probably. ]

Oh, but I can take it anyway. Thanks for holding it...

[ He swings that hand of his back away from the bar and up against Flambae's chest again (it's not his fault that that's what's in reach all the time). Just a gentle little "I'm ready to go" sort of touch. ]

[Flambae, who has either been standing or mostly leaning against Robert for support at this point, properly gets up to leave. He gives Robert a tender look when his chest is touched, something rare, fleeting, and openly affectionate.

Instead of giving the shirt back to Robert, Flambae drapes it affectionately over his shoulders.]

I know I am warm, but the air will be chilly.

[He says, too stupid to realize that if that shirt isn't buttoned, it will absolutely fly away in the wind.]

You don't like people looking at you.

[He ruminates for a second.]

Neither do I, I think.

Wow, what the fuck?

[Flambae is the jealous type- Although in his mind, that much seems obvious.

The hot-tempered hero offers Robert a hand.]

Let's get the fuck out of here, c'mon.

[ He'll have to seal that look into his memory forever, in case he doesn't see it again anytime soon.

As for the shirt, maybe he'll just casually slide his arms into the sleeves before take-off just so it doesn't fly away in the wind. The gesture is sweet though. ]

Alright, thank you.

[ Robert gives Flambae a smile of his own. And some people may be a little cautious to hear that their partner is the jealous type, but not this guy apparently. He hears that and feels a little shiver in his spine, just the thought of being coveted, of being wholly possessed by someone...

Yeah, maybe Mecha Man has some mecha issues, but he doesn't really care. ]

I guess the bar scene maybe isn't the best match for us as far as romantic dates go then.

[ He sounds amused, but it simmers into a soft smile as he puts his hand in Flambae's and gives a nod of his head. Let's get the fuck out of here indeed. ]

Ready when you are.

[Let’s not be so sure about that, Robert.

Every warm tingle and timid, goofy expression that he's let his guard down to show all night can't be attributed to intoxication. Biologically, it simply wouldn't make sense. Flambae, in a way that's probably somewhat foolhardy, figures that Robert is eager to get out of here and cash in on some of that much-needed physical intimacy he's so dutifully deprived himself of, and while Chad isn't opposed to that in the least, he sees it all as an extremely enjoyable means to an end.

Maybe when they're lying next to each other, he'll be able to ask a few pointed questions so he can snoop around and be nosy. Robert's tipsy and if he's particularly convincing tonight, he might get any sort of wish to be plowed granted. If that ends up happening, the tired and or thoroughly exhausted state of his body and mind may lend to him letting a little more slip than he usually would.]

A bar is fooooor-

[Flambae whistles, taking Robert's hand in the three-fingered one absent-mindedly as they navigate the glitter-obsessed crowd.

For the most part, the fiery hero's dexterity remains pretty keen. He's largely learned to get used to things as they are, although he's only got one pinky to pinky promise his niece with when she requests such a thing.]

Potentially hitting it off with somebody, fucking like crazy, and then never hearing from him again.

[Which begs the question- If they had met in a place like this, would Robert have come home and slept with him? Flambae hates the way it makes him feel, the idea.

No matter how far he's come, he's so frightfully insecure. Just based on Robert's early criticisms of his appearance alone, he'd get clocked as some flamboyant loser-y douchebag, and vice versa, Flambae would have hardly taken notice of anyone who looked so plain.]

Okay! Its go time, baby.

[That's as much of a warning as Robert gets once they step outside. Flambae hoists the slender man up into his arms with ease, then blasting off and flying high until they finally reach the Z-team member's apartment.

Gently, he gets closer to the round to let Robert step off and in front of the door so Flambae can fumble around for his keys.]

Speaking of romance, you're not really a "long walks on the beach" kind of guy, are you?

Edited 2026-04-28 02:34 (UTC)

[ If only Robert was slightly more sober, he could appreciate those looks even more. At least he's not completely drunk off his ass that he doesn't even notice them though.

Of course he's pretty eager to get some skin on skin contact and at least a hundred more kisses, but it's not as though that's the only thing that'd make him happy, alcohol in his system or not. He's just going to be really glad to be away from the loud crowds and the prying eyes and in a place where he can be selfish and watch Flambae be selfish about him in return. They could sit down on the floor and stare at the ceiling together and he'd still feel kind of ... giddy? ]

It was cool to support Prism outside of work though.

[ But now that she's getting busy? Yeah, it's go time.

Despite how it's a little bit of a wound to his pride to be scooped up so easily, he minds it less and less when it's Flambae doing it. So he just hangs on and probably stares all glazed-eyes at the villain-turned-hero along the way.

When they land, he coughs a little and straightens himself out, makes sure he hasn't lost his work shirt somewhere along the way. Flambae's question just gets him to pause. ]

Oh. Uhh, I guess not? Haven't really thought about it.

[ Outside of seeing it in a movie, maybe it hasn't crossed his mind. He does think, though, maybe he would enjoy anything (almost) if he gets to do it with Chad. ]

Romance isn't about thinking, Robert! It's about feeling.

[Flambae mumbles, slipping his key into the lock as quickly as he can so that he can turn the doorknob and usher his silly little boyfriend in.]

All the thinking, the yearning, the shitty ruminating... It's because of the rush.

[As soon as the door slams shut behind them, he pushes Robert onto an orange couch. Was there an orange couch in this tiny apartment before? Absolutely not, we are re-writing the narrative here.

Flambae plops down on it beside the dispatcher, then tenderly cupping Robert's cheek as he leans in to get intimidatingly close to that freckled face. If he can smell liquor on the other man's breath, it doesn't seem to bother him in the slightest.]

There has to be something you can remember that's made your heart race.

It's different for everybody, but there's still hot blood in you, I know.

[this is weird accented and round about foreign man way of saying "ur not asexual or aromantic tho lmao"]

You really haven't had something... Pop up in your head, unexpectedly?

Ever?

Edited 2026-04-29 02:38 (UTC)

[ Robert's mouth is open like he wants to respond to that, but he doesn't really know how. It probably is more about feeling, right? Even the movies have that part covered. So he just closes it again, letting his silly extra large boyfriend shuffle him inside the door.

Honestly he was too busy making out with Flambae to notice the orange couch before.

Robert's eyes flutter a couple of times in dreamy blinks. He's got to recalibrate from his tipsy ass being plopped onto the couch together with the very soft way that Flambae is holding his cheek. ]

I...don't know how to answer that.

[ Well sure he remembers things that made his heart race. Honing in on a villain, cracking into a particularly hard code. Facing off with Flambae the Villain while a building burned down around them...

But that is not romance. At the very least, not with other rando bad guys. Maybe he just likes the idea of being challenged.

He also remembers that first dinner here in this very apartment, where they could barely make it through before some idiot dumb dumb comment that Flambae made absolutely snapped something in Robert and he could not longer hold back from kissing him like he'd die otherwise. These aren't really romantic settings though, these are all just his reactions to the man beside him. ]

You. You do... How can I think of something I'd like to do when it's you that makes me feel like I'm the one on fire? [ What else can he say!? He's not at his most eloquent right now either. ] Especially when you try to challenge me in that... in that specific tone you use— fuck.

[ Is this when he realizes for sure that he's down real bad ........... ]

Or when you just ... I don't know, took my hand like five minutes ago.

[ He didn't make a show of it, it wasn't some weird obligation or anything like that. It was just soft and quiet. Truthful. It made Robert feel needed and seen in a way he just never has been in any part of his life, and that's what's romantic to him. The sincerity of it all.

He just has no idea how to word that. ]

[Flambae takes the time to watch Robert blink haplessly, finding the slow, uncoordinated nature of it cute. He's so used to drunkenness being sloppy or disgusting, especially in the context of his experiences with men who suddenly revealed an unflattering attraction to him only when they were intoxicated.

With Robert, right here and right now, it still feels sweet.

The first line gets him to chuckle, so he plays along, tossing his head back slightly and closing his eyes as he speaks-]

Well, fuuuuuuck.

I've got no idea what you're talking about. What tone is it? Shit, man, I'm going to have to-

[But the line about making Robert feel like he's been set on fire is one that Flambae is going to remember for ages, playing into his own love for the destructive force, and making him feel special. Like it's finally possible for him to be seen as someone worthy of love, instead of a fascinating fling, unstable and petty, meant to be tossed aside as soon as the novelty wears off.

Flambae's head ducks, and he laughs again, trying to make it sound like a scoff but clearly hiding his gaze and the fact that his own cheeks are turning a little pink. Does the stubble help to hide the blush at all...]

Uh huh.

[He still does his best to speak softly, so as not to disturb or spook Robert. See, he can be gentle when he's trying his best, just like he claimed he could.]

What did you like about it exactly?

[That it was quiet?]

Did it help you feel safe?

[Especially since Robert doesn't seem comfortable in crowds.]

Or like there was a place for you?

I can hold your hand now if you'd like. [❤︎⁠]

[He resists the urge to joke about how they can also play footsie.]

We can do that whenever you want.

[ Sometimes you can do some really deep thinking under the influence of alcohol and sometimes you get thrown a curveball question and it does funny things to your head and your heart. At least it's easy to give Flambae a little shove with his shoulder when the firestarter plays dumb over that one tone of voice that Robert knows he knows very well. It's crazy how good it sounds with that wild accent and when he lowers his voice to this sensual quiet ...

Ugh.

Speaking of, even if he's not using the tone right now, the gentleness of Flambae's words also have Robert's heart pounding a little harder than normal. Why is he being so sweet right now? Because he was an ass like a minute ago and this is how they exist with one another, back and forth, back and forth again. That's why.

The stubble only mostly hides the blush. Robert can still tell it's there, and he feels a burst of satisfaction for it. For once, not in some smug, competitive way, but just because it reaffirms that he means something to Flambae, just like the other way around.

As for the question, he ducks his gaze briefly with a small laugh. ]

A place for me ... yeah. Something like that.

[ And as weird as it is for a former villain that you definitely got thrown into jail, it is safe too. Most of all though, he liked how simple yet meaningful it felt.

He flexes his fingers out a bit, looking at his palm before he finally lifts his gaze back up to Flambae himself. He wouldn't mind if they held hands again. Not even if it was with the three fingered hand.]

It felt ... normal.

[He allows himself to be shoved, withdrawing his hand briefly, even though it won't be far for long. The curiosity with which Flambae observes Robert as he speaks is of that same furious and flaming intensity, so maybe it's a good thing that the smaller man is caught up in his own emotions at the moment.

He reaches out to take Robert's hand in a slow, meaningful fashion, making eye contact all the while.

There's silence between them as he thinks carefully about what Robert says. Normal, who the fuck needs normalcy, but Flambae quietly reminds himself that Robert's normal has more to do with the comfort and stability he never had as opposed to conforming to the bullshit status quo.]

This is normal, Robert.

Everybody should have somebody, you know?

[He doesn't even mean it in a romantic sense.

Five fingers, large and long, interlock with smaller, rougher ones.]

It sounds like you haven't had a chance to really feel safe anywhere, before...

[And even if Robert's apartment was a haven in any capacity, it says a lot that even that place was totally empty.]

When you neglect yourself, doesn't it start to show? You know! Like if you aren't manscaping, the balls, they will be... So very hairy.

[merry im so sorry]

And not in a cute way.

[ He definitely doesn't mean normal in the status quo sort of way. There's no way he could be content with a life like that. Especially now as an adult, where he's such a riled up freak half the time and probably severely depressed for the rest. It is the comfort and stability of it all he's in wonder about. It's that no one is saying it's not okay to want it, let alone to have it. ]

I didn't know ... for a long time.

[ That's why he didn't talk to Chase or anyone else for such a long time. That's why he only ever needed his dog until recently. Not that Beef's importance in his life will diminish either!

Robert gives a gooey sort of smile as their fingers slide together. Messed up how Chad's are so much bigger, and yet it feels ... good.

Right as he's about to continue on this softer tangent, Flambae keeps talking, bringing balls into the mix, and all of Robert's thoughts (almost) fly out that partially missing ear of his. ]

You don't ... [ squint ] like my balls?

[ what the fuck just happened ]

[Flambae mirrors Robert's goofy smile, reaching out to jostle a rugged (face) cheek with his remaining hand. Being honest with the other man when he's a little bit drunk is easier somehow. He's so cute, wide-eyed and a bit red in the face...]

I do.

[He could address that long stint of loneliness that was just mentioned, but Flambae remains quiet about it for now, filing the information away for later.

With all of his former partners, Chad has almost always been the least secure, something that's inevitably lead to many a relationship downfall, so it's nice to be able to comfort Robert like this.

Somehow, it had been hard to imagine that a hero of MechaMan's caliber could even be capable of possessing such simple doubts. In all fairness the man is quite drunk, so that's what's mostly to blame.]

They are cute to me.

[wow look how easy it is to be truthful and nice once his bf is fucking tipsy how annoying i hate it (i do not)]

I guess I'm trying to figure out why the fuck you would ever do something crazy like that.

[Isolate oneself.]

It's not your fault, whatever t- [the fuck]

Eh.

Whatever happened to your father. You know?

[ Robert leans in slightly to the jostling but answers so simply and casually it's like he asked what 2+2 was and got the answer just like that. ]

Oh. Okay.

[ Well as long as Flambae approves that's probably alright then. For whatever reason (+alcohol), Robert seems to be in a place where he wants to be accepted tonight. Maybe because he feels a little bad still that he showed up to the gay bar in his work shirt and then didn't even ever recover from that.

But no. This is good. It's good ...

He's studying Flambae really hard for a few seconds before he speaks again. ]

Chad. I want you to kiss me again.

[ That being said, he scratches his head briefly with his own free hand and shrugs a lazy shoulder. Like it's no big deal. Except he actually knows that it is. He knows that he did what he thought was best at the time and it wasn't the best. At the very least, Chase could have been there for him, and he could have been there for Chase.

So whether his request is answered or not, he first adds quietly: ]

I was in a dark place. I didn't want to talk to anyone, and then suddenly years had passed.

H'o-oh, okay! Niiiiice.

[There he is, using that contentious tone of voice that Robert just mentioned. The challenge in it is flirtatious, so of course, he also wiggles his eyebrows.]

Is this going to be what you always do? Use my real name to get me to do your bidding?

[He puts an arm around Robert's shoulder, looking him dead in the eyes.]

You thirsty mother-fuck-er!

[He slides the thumb of his three-fingered hand down the right side of Robert's lips, toying with the bottom one.]

Is that all you want me to do?

[Flambae is being coy now, but he heard that sad confession loud and clear.]

If you decide that things are getting darker again, be a man and say that shit to my face-

[also he will do his best to help u robbo he's just being a scary ex con atm]

Sweetie.

[ALSKDJFLFSJDFJDFJ]

Otherwise I will find you, soggy and sniveling in badshoesprobably... [i am so sorry] And set you on fire!

Nobody ghosts me.

[He has got to stop dramatically pausing otherwise someone will start to suspect him of having an aneurysm-]

Especially not you.

[He likes you too much. Although if Robert did ghost him in reality, he would be more afraid that Robert had actually become a ghost. The guy is on a lot of supervillain shitlists.]

[ In his current state, that voice makes Robert blink slowly, silently considering his next move in light of that challenge. Eventually (tipsiness slows down the processing time) he settles on a casual and lazy smirk, like he's totally on top of the situation even though he really, probably isn't. ]

If it's working, yeah.

[ So what if he's thirsty? He's earned it by now. Isn't that what they're talking about?

His breath feels heavy as it brushes out against that thumb on his lower lip, eyes dropping briefly and then sliding back up to meet Flambae's again. Even the touch is enough to make him want to shudder pleasantly, but it's no kiss. He asked for- no, he demanded- a kiss!

Though, you know, you probably don't earn an instant kiss right after you throw in some heavy explanations like he just did.

Even though that's what logic says, Robert doesn't feel very logical right now! So the impatience he has for his boyfriend's lips combined with all of those wild, dramatic pauses, has his eyebrows furrowing together and lifting up slightly as he stares across at the man calling him "Sweetie" in the tone of voice and vaguely ambiguous accent of a supervillain. ]

That was then.

[ This is now. It's an entirely different situation. He's found his way out of that isolation, finally beginning to understand that it wasn't the answer. These are all things he might explain or at least hint at eloquently ... if he was not drunk and a bit horny.

So instead, he throws his arms up to rest straight across Flambae's shoulders like they're a couple of planks of wood. ]

I'm not going to do that to you. I wouldn't. [ He's dead serious about that.

And also about the next part. ]

Kiss me.

[Robert's delayed smirk, his smirk in progress, or whatever one might call it, is quite funny. It's sort of like watching an ant attempt to move in a normal way through some kind of obstacle, like honey or treewax, only to see it surprisingly and successfully meet its goal in the end.

Flambae's choice to not point it out and instead keep the memory for himself is an indicator of how much closer they're getting, as his jabs at Robert were mostly paltry attempts to get back at him for all his perceived crimes against this specifically haughty attempt at superhumanity.

He leans in, pulling Robert so close their noses are touching, sneering at him in an oddly affectionate manner as the hand on freckled skin moves to grab the other man's right cheek aggressively-]

I like it when you don't ask me nicely.

[Before giving Robert what he wants. Both hands then move to grip either side of Robert's face and Flambae just about pounces on him, the fluid movement not unlike a wildcat launching itself at its prey, although he takes care to keep one of his knees between Robert's legs. Instead of toying with his boyfriend's crotch or doing anything unseemly, it's merely there at a hilariously respectful distance, meant to steady them both.

He only pulls back when he feels as though he can't breathe anymore, panting and looking Robert in the face despite knowing that he looks ridiculous.]

Demanding little fucker, aren't you?

[As rude as the dialogue is, Flambae's delivery is clearly enthralled.]

You're such a tyrant.

Why don't you come sit on your throne?

[he means his lap

gay]

Edited 2026-05-01 03:42 (UTC)

[ For all the ways they are shockingly sweet to one another, they sure do like it when they're rotten at each other too. This time, when they come in so close together, he feels like he's getting what he wants — only for Flambae to stop and sneer at him in a way that should not get Robert's spine tingling and yet most certainly does. His spine, down to his toes, everything.

The frustration and desire boiling up in tandem inside of him come out in a growly moan right into the kiss as he finally gets it. Note to self, don't ask Chad nicely.

His arms finally bend so his hands can grasp at Flambae's ~~large yaoi~~ body, fingers (five of them, as always) curling into the mesh of his shirt like he's got to teach it a lesson. When they break apart, he's out of breath, offended by the very idea that something like that could force him to let go of a kiss he feels like he's been waiting for all night. ]

I thought you'd take all night to do that otherwise.

[ Sometimes the things that come out of Flambae's mouth are so cheesy. And yet. And yet. They really seem to work on Robert somehow. Occasionally he even has the cheese to match, which should quite possibly be studied by scientists around the globe someday.

Without further coaxing, he climbs his way onto the larger man's lap and pulls him in for a kiss of his own this time. Still impatient and demanding, maybe Flambae isn't wrong about him being a tyrant. He's not seeing many reasons to call that a bad thing right now though. ]

Are you done making me wait then?

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in place of this icon imagine the ai thumbnail kiss but maybe without the ai

ALWKJFKJ yes

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using these icons when he is feeling horny and triumphant is so funny to me

it's sooo funny