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The water splashed quietly around him, his breath hitching as it bellowed out in front of him in a white puff. The temperature outside the pool was a stark contrast to the heated water surrounding him.
“Hah… did I do good today, Robert?” The words slipped out of him as the water brushed against his chin, his long legs shifting as the pool noodle between them rubbed agonizingly against the growing arousal straining against his suit.
His head was spinning, and he felt like a pervert as he stared at the photo he had stolen from social media. His already flushed cheeks deepened in color as the goggles on his face fogged with heat.
He praised him today. Said he did amazing.
A jolt ran through his body as he pressed against the floaty, his stiffening length twitching as it pushed against the fabric. His mind whirled as steam lifted from the pool, stifling all coherent thoughts and making the words echoing in his brain foggy and distant.
He shouldn’t be doing this. Not here, not now.
A small voice in the back of his head screamed at him even as he ground himself lovingly against the foam floaty, his huffing and whimpering echoing weakly into the cool night air.
He could get caught… but no one was ever here this late… but still—he knew this wasn’t the place—
another jolt.
He twitched hard as he rubbed himself harder against the foam, frustration thrumming through him as it throbbed.
He was close.
“Mm… tell me again how good I did~” he groaned, letting his phone drop as he buried his face in his arm, hands clinging to the side of the pool for dear life. His eyes rolled, teeth biting into his plush lip as he grew closer and closer until—
“I mean… you did do pretty good.”
The voice was gruff but cocky, a playful jab that made Waterboy gasp. He was yanked from the brink of release, the sudden shock making him slip slightly underwater before he flailed back up in sheer panic.
“Wha—ah… huh? Who?” His voice cracked as he coughed out a mouthful of chlorinated water, hands flying up to tear off his fogged goggles so he could see who had spoken—who had caught him like this.
Standing there with his arms crossed, a towel over his shoulder and a slick pair of blue ‘Mechaman’ swim trunks, was the SDN dispatcher he’d been fantasizing about. His blood went cold, heat rushing to his skin all at once.
“Ro—Ro… Robert… boss… sir… I… uh… wa—um… not—what it seems?” he gasped weakly, eyes wide as he watched Robert casually pick up his phone and examine the picture still on the screen, a smirk tugging his lips.
“Oh? ’Cause it… seemed like you were having fun,” Robert said simply. He shrugged, dropped the towel, and placed Waterboy’s phone down before heading toward the stairs. The steam shifted around him as he stepped into the water with a grateful sigh, though his eyes never left Waterboy.
‘Oh god… oh jeez… what’s happening…’
His head spun, a thousand questions swirling, yet his mouth felt dry—odd, considering his powers had him wetter than the pool. “I… uh… was… um… just… swimming,” he lied, pressing his back to the wall as Robert waded closer. The water came to Robert’s chest, yet barely above Waterboy’s navel. His long arms slipped under the warm surface to cup his groin, desperately willing his earlier “frustration” to go down.
“Swimming, eh? I mean… standing in one spot against the wall rubbing on a pool noodle doesn’t exactly seem like swimming,” Robert said, smiling at the ghostly horror crossing Waterboy’s face.
“I mean, I get it though. It’s been a rough week, and we’ve all been under a lot of stress,” he added in a light, nonchalant tone. He finally stopped an arm’s length away from the taller hero. “Maybe… I won’t have to say I caught you though… if you’re willing to help me with some stress too…” His voice dropped low, eyes burning as he stepped forward, leaning close to the now-melting hero. His hand rose, gently gripping the zipper at the top of Waterboy’s suit.
“Wa… wait—wh… hey… oh… a-ah… stress?” He couldn’t think. His face burned. His voice wobbled as he suddenly found himself pinned between the wall and his dispatcher, who was steadily pulling the zipper down. His thoughts scrambled. “S… stress?… I… can… help?” he croaked, shuddering as Robert tugged the zipper all the way down, revealing a soft trail of red hair and—
he was packing. Even unaroused, it was clear something fun had been hiding.
Robert looked down through the rippling blue water, teeth sinking into his lip as he boldly plunged his hand into the open suit. A groan escaped him as his fingers traced the other’s large length. “Yeah… you can. You can definitely help,” he growled, gripping him roughly and drinking in the strangled cry the hero let out. “You were so needy… so desperate…” His voice rumbled as he pressed flush against Waterboy, stroking him and pulling him free from his suit to get a proper feel—and a proper look. “You wouldn’t mind helping me out, right?” he breathed.
Waterboy’s head tipped back, a weak, strangled moan escaping him as those fingers teased and stroked him. Each touch sent lightning up his spine. God, he felt like he was going to pop right then, but he forced himself to focus. “He… help?… yeah… of course,” he breathed, blinking down at Robert with wet, needy eyes.
Robert smirked. That consent was all he needed.
He closed the remaining distance in one move, using his free hand to grab Waterboy by the hair and pull him down into a hard kiss. The whimpering hero melted as Robert crushed their mouths together, their tongues tangling as he explored the taller man’s mouth, squeezing his twitching length the whole time. His own frustration pressed insistently against the thin fabric of his swim trunks.
“Mm… your mouth’s so sweet… what a good boy you are,” Robert growled against Waterboy’s lips as he deepened the kiss, savoring the gasping moan he pulled from him. Waterboy’s hands finally found Robert’s hips, clinging to them like a lifeline under the water as he shifted a leg, pressing his thigh into Robert’s groin. They ground together, the water sloshing around them as they moved.
“Hah… Ro… Robert, I—” He fumbled his words against Robert’s lips, the other biting his tongue just enough to make his head go fuzzy. They kissed a few moments more before finally breaking apart, lips kiss-swollen and both of their faces flushed—though Waterboy was far more in shambles than Robert.
“You what, Hermy?” Robert teased, giving a particularly slow, loving grind into Waterboy’s thigh. He groaned as the other’s leg rubbed teasingly against him. “Want more?… use your words,” he taunted breathlessly.
Waterboy gulped at the movement, his resolve fizzing out entirely. His hands gripped Robert’s hips with almost bruising force as he pulled the other close. Their bodies pressed flush, their lengths pressed together—Robert’s still trapped behind swim-trunks fabric, Waterboy’s out and twitching in the water.
“Please… I… wa-want… need… m-more…” he whimpered, melting against Robert.
“Need it, huh?” Robert breathed as he slid his hands beneath the water, tugging at the strings of his swim trunks. After a moment he managed to pull them down enough for his own hard length to spring free and press teasingly against Waterboy’s. He pushed their bodies together again.
“A-ah… fuck…” Waterboy whimpered, glancing down at the blue ripples to catch a look—before Robert’s hand gripped his chin roughly and forced his head up.
“Move. Swap spots with me,” he growled, chuckling at the confused look on Waterboy’s face.
“Let me lean against the wall,” he added, heart pounding as he watched Waterboy finally obey. They switched places so Robert’s chest pressed to the wall, his chin resting on his arms at the pool’s edge.
Herman obeyed, hands cupping over his twitching length as he looked Robert up and down. He studied the muscles in his back and the way the pool water trickled down him. Without being invited, he moved forward, placing his hands on either side of Robert. The bigger hero looked back at him, water (or sweat?) dripping from his nose as Herman pressed his trembling body forward, his length sliding timidly against the plump flesh in front of him. His hands gripped Robert’s hips, but he didn’t go further—his misty, desperate eyes silently asking for permission.
Robert shuddered as Herman waded up behind him. His heart pounded even harder when he felt the other’s thick length sliding against his waiting body. The twitching, the throb with every rub—it was starting to drive him crazy.
“Go on… let’s relieve some of that work stress,” he growled, casting a sultry look back at the taller hero, eyes begging as he chewed his lip.
That was all Herman needed. His resolve snapped completely. He gripped Robert’s hips, positioning himself, a loving grunt escaping him as he pushed forward. He huffed at the first bit of resistance before finally sliding into the hot, gripping embrace of Robert’s body. His mind went blank. His body trembled as he held Robert still and pushed in until he bottomed out, eyes rolling as Robert squeezed around him.
Robert huffed and gasped as he felt Waterboy prodding him until he finally pushed all the way in. A strangled cry ripped out of him, echoing across the night air. Robert’s fingers dug into the pool’s grout, eyes watering as his body adjusted to the hero’s size.
God, he was so big.
Robert’s brain fuzzed as Herman pressed in fully, chest to Robert’s back as the lanky hero ground into him.
“F-Fuck… you’re so… big…” Robert grunted, drool threatening to spill from his lip as hot pleasure crashed through him.
“So… tight…” Herman gasped, voice cracking as he trembled behind him. The water rippled around them with each jerky motion until Herman found a good rhythm. His face melted, his body shaking as he slid out to the tip before slamming back in. Each thrust shoved them both into the wall of the pool. One hand left Robert’s hip to grip his shoulder as Waterboy’s thrusts grew rougher, harder, desperate.
Robert was already a mess. The other’s thick length was absolutely ruining him, slamming into every good spot. Tears streamed down his face as pleasure crashed over him like fire.
“G-Good… boy… ugh—just like that…!” he gasped, his voice pitched high as he tipped his head back. His fingers dug deeper into the grout as Waterboy’s movements grew faster, jerkier.
“C-Close… I’m… close… Robert, I… ah… I’m gonna—” Waterboy was practically begging as he kept pounding into the smaller dispatcher. The water splashed violently around them as he leaned over Robert’s back, breathing ragged and whimpery. “P-Please… please, Robert… please… let me…” he gasped, voice higher and mewling as his release surged.
“Fill me up. Fuck—slam in and don’t waste anything,” Robert snarled, his own climax building as he felt his length twitch against the wall, pre leaking into the pool as he was mercilessly fucked. His smaller body took each thrust with surprising eagerness.
That was all Herman needed to hear. His breathing broke into ragged pants as he thrust frantically a few more times before slamming in hard—burying himself to the hilt. He came with a strangled cry, wave after wave of hot electric pleasure pouring out of him. His powers only intensified it, filling Robert’s body completely as his hips jerked to push deeper.
Robert cried out, eyes widening as stars flashed across his vision. The flood of release inside him shoved him over the edge. He came hard, his length twitching and spilling into the water as Waterboy kept pulsing inside him.
“S-So… much…” he groaned, overwhelmed.
“S-Sorry… p-powers…” Herman grunted, twitching again as another load pulsed out. Embarrassment colored his voice, but he couldn’t stop—his powers made it impossible. But he noted Robert didn’t seem to mind at all.
Waterboy let the aftershocks fade, drinking in the sight of Robert’s heaving body—his flushed skin, dazed expression, and trembling limbs.
“Did I… do good?” Herman whispered after a few moments, breath still shaky, chest pressed to Robert’s back and still not pulling out. “You… felt… really good…” he added with a shy laugh.
“You did amazing, Herman,” Robert cooed breathlessly, resting his arms on the wall as he relaxed in the fading afterglow. “Seriously… why didn’t you tell me you were packing such a monster?” he smirked, voice wavering with exhaustion as he glanced back at him.
Waterboy’s cheeks burned again as he shuddered, slowly pulling out with a gasp. “I… uh… didn’t… realize…” he mumbled, fumbling to tuck himself back in and pulling his suit’s zipper up just enough to cover his groin, leaving it open in a V across his chest. “I—”
He was cut off by Robert’s laugh. Robert shifted, hoisting his shorts back into place with a satisfied grunt. His face was flushed and relaxed as he looked Waterboy up and down again.
“No, seriously… you’ve got a secret weapon there. And I think we can definitely work something out between us… for future plans,” he added with a wink.
Waterboy’s skin flushed even deeper, shoulders and cheeks turning red as he fiddled with his fingers—nodding like a flustered idiot at the suggestion.
Oh, how he liked that thought…