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bootyhunter) wrote2022-02-07 12:30 pm
bootyhunter) wrote2022-02-07 12:30 pm
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[Flambae doesn't overthink the peculiarities of how, when Robert accosts him, irritated, it doesn't make him angry anymore, especially when he's got a good warm hand on an erection that he will ensure comes to fruition.
To taunt him further, he pauses his furious strokes to allow that wet thumb to trace over any wayward veins he can feel, making direct eye contact with Robert as he pulls away slightly, readying himself to make his move. His poor boyfriend will just have to endure a few seconds of torture, like Flambae is thinking about whether or not he should make good on his promise.
His free, toned-to-fucking-death free arm snakes its way around Robert's waist and pulls him roughly into the Z-team drama queen's lap, and he leans in for a rough-tongued kiss, swinging the other side of his body so that they both fall onto the floor. He does his best to trap a slender Robert between his toned thighs, leering over him after pulling back.
Flambae once thought he'd love to see Robert frightened, having unabashedly jerked off to the idea once or twice*, but what's better is seeing him like this. Tired, angry, and breathing haggard breaths in a fit of erotic, enraged excitement.
*that he remembers]
You know, for all your scorn and dogshit dogma about supervillains, you...
You are little bit obsessed with us, no?
[You will catch him denying this implication every fucking second afterward, let me tell you...]
You've followed the rules. And you're so strict with them, it's like you...
[Poor Robert.
He removes the hand that was in the dispatcher's pants, squishing the lower half of Robert's face with it so that the lips are distorted and coated in whatever, mixture of fluids his fingers had on them, leaning in for another kiss, only to remove his own fingers to deepen the ungodly lipsmashing quickly.
Something about how the taste of his own idiot fingers seems to spoil his indulgence with the object of his unhinged affections.
Flambae leans backwards only slightly, reluctantly, the rest of his entire chiseled physique pressed up against the smaller man upon the floor.]
You hoped they were going to harden up and fuck you up the ass, but they never got you to completion did they?
Not even a quick little rub and tug, hm?
That's okay.
You'll have a lot more fun with me, because is it is me, of course-
[why is this sounding a lot like an irritating evil villain monologue]
Who's gonna give you what you want, motherfucker!
But you'll have to beg for it.
[he's so annoying-]
Open your mouth.
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He moans so deeply into it that you'd think his boyfriend had been starving him. Of course they both know it doesn't take a whole lot to rile him up if you know how, and Flambae has always had a special talent for knowing exactly that. Even before it was sexual or do to any attraction (on Robert's part at least).
Being pulled into that yaoi-sized lap is perfectly acceptable to him — though how does Flambae keep pulling that chair leg trick off?? — but he isn't expecting to be tugged down to the floor as well, and the dispatcher looks genuinely startled for a few moments as he stares up at the man responsible. It was both a dickish move and really kind of hot, so he is a little bit at a loss here ...
but obsessed with villains? More like obsessed with one villain for all of his adult life until recently, and unwittingly shuffled in with the rest, but. Details. ]
Bullshit.
[ He mutters, because there is some instinct in him that even with a complete hard-on he and Chad have to defy one another at least once a conversation.
Not that he gets much else out as he's squished and kissed and there's so much happening in his head and around him that it's suddenly hard to keep track-
His lungs are burning by the time the kiss pulls away, even if it wasn't even that long of a kiss or anything like that. There is also no hiding or explaining away how his dick throbs in response to the perverse picture Flambae is painting as he hovers over Robert. It's not true he would insist, but it's just the way he's saying it, the powerful body pinning him down.
The flamboyant, fire-starting, drama queen is so annoying. Unfortunately, Robert keeps falling for the bait. ]
God, I hate you so much.
[ He breathes out in a tone that definitely says I love you so much. And then he wets his lips with a swipe of his tongue before he parts them as commanded. He doesn't even know what's coming, but he somehow wants whatever it is. ]
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He can't be too slow, despite the desire to reach out and caress Robert's cheek. It's his own stupid desire for tenderness that will ruin this, won't it? That's to be saved for later, anyhow, especially if Robert is going to continue feeling that foolhardy affection he admitted for him earlier.
No matter how steadfast Flambae appears or presents himself, he's constantly at war with an envoy of criticism that comes from god knows where. Maybe it's from his double-sided immigrant family, with their hard-hitting and deeply hilarious takes on his outfits and behavior, or perhaps it's from the world, especially the one he was born into that would punish his choice of desire in death.
Seeing Robert here, cursing him in such a loving manner while following his orders, well, it's like a balm to his leaky insides and questionable psychology. He's whipped his body into impeccable, nearly impossible shape, and he is making strides in regards to anger management, but he still feels somehow that there is something deeply wrong with him that isn't to do with his lack of consideration for others or spitfire temper.
He leans in even closer over Robert, sliding the his index and middle finger from his injured hand into the dispatcher's mouth and closes his eyes.
It's easier this way.
Maybe he won't be humiliated if he does this and continues jerking his well-meaning boyfriend off.]
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He wants to hold and be held too, later when they're in bed and they're so sleepy they're delirious but can't actually drift off because it would mean spending a little less time together. Both of these moods are surely important, both of them mean something to Robert.
It's just that it's hard to think of being soft when your boyfriend asks you if you think you'd like to try and take his
ridiculously sizeddick, and he's tackled you to the ground with nasty, heated words— ]Chad...
[ He manages to breathe out the name before those fingers find purchase in his mouth. And when they do, his tongue presses up against them almost automatically. Even though his cheeks are so on fire his freckles will probably fall off, he closes his lips around them too and sucks.
His hips are trembling beneath Flambae's weight too, trying hard not to buck around with the strokes of that hand around his dick. If he's too thirsty, he will inevitably be denied... or something. He hasn't quite figured it out yet. On the other hand, it's impossible not to react to this, isn't it? Completely impossible, even for a person who's mastered the art of dry and dead expression. ]