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“If I got my shit rocked by this Mecha Man, I wouldn't have minded. Way fucking cooler than your old one.” Flambae approached the suit that stood dormant in the records room, his warm fingers reaching out to touch the cool, reinforced metal. Behind him, Robert chuckled from where he was soldering the arm that had been damaged in the fight with Shroud.
“Don't melt it.” His voice was cool and deep. Of course, Flambae didn't listen and kept gliding his fingers on the metal. “Oh, come on, Bob bob. All this tech and your mech suit can't handle a little bit of heat?”
The two were the only people left at the SDN building. Royd, who was previously helping Robert fix the suit, had gone early due to a family emergency, leaving him alone in the records room to deal with the minor repairs.
During that time, he’d run into Flambae who was just heading out of the gym. They'd greeted each other before going their separate ways, but Robert had found Flambae in the records room before he did, already inspecting and circling the Mecha Man suit like a predator to prey.
He didn't explain, just told Robert that he wanted to see the suit before going home. Except that was two hours ago and Flambae was still there.
Robert opened up the holographic control panel on his computer, the suit opening up with a hiss right in front of Flambae.
“Not bad. Kind of slow, though. How many times have you jerked off in this thing?”
“Weird, Invisigal asked the same thing.”
“What'd you say?”
“All the time. Nothing gets me harder than beating up supervillains.” Robert remarked with a roll of his eyes and the same sarcastic voice— with how often he used it, it might as well be his real one— as he climbed inside. Flambae stared. More intense than usual. “No snarky remark? What, you wanna see if I'm telling the truth?”
“Nice try, but you’re not my type. Who wants to see your tiny, dysfunctional dick anyway? I bet that suit's big because you're trying to fucking compensate for something else.” He stomped away, walking over to the holographic control panel to try and distract himself from the mental image.
The thought plagued Flambae more than it should. Robert, alone in the mech suit with no one else to see him. His hand snaking into his pants, wrapping around that tiny, dysfunctional penis, moaning Flambae's na—
“-ambae! Flambae! Dammit, Chad! I've been calling you for the past minute. Could you press that button over there?” Robert's voice forced Flambae out of his fantasy, the pyro hero's eyes widened before he just did what he was told, pressing the button.
What the hell was he thinking? He couldn't see Robert that way! He's his dispatcher, his friend, his enemy, his wet drea—
He was forced out of his train of thoughts when arms came from inside the suit, undressing Robert with quick efficiency as Robert assessed the performance of the mechanical hands. They dressed him in his superhero suit as quickly as they undressed him, his dick bulging from the tight spandex more than it should. Was he hard?
Flambae didn't have time to think when Robert was already fully dressed and now looking at him with an amused gaze. “It was Royd's idea. He put it in after seeing how fucked my SDN uniform was after the fight with Shroud. Usually the door's supposed to close before it takes off my clothes. I'm gonna have to fix that up.”
“Huh… cool.”
“You're looking too hard.”
“Then give me something to look at.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
Neither men knew what they were saying, but they were definitely in too deep to back out. Flambae had left his perch behind the panel and approached the open doors of the suit, his arms propped where Robert's feet were.
Robert deliberately spread his legs further, his feet far past the pedals on the ground of the suit's inside just to let Flambae get a good look. It was the first time in a while that Flambae got to see him in his superhero suit, the first time being when Robert burnt his eyebrows off.
“Get in. I’m sure the suit can accommodate one more.” The words brought a shit-eating smirk on Flambae's face. “You said it, not me.”
The suit shook a bit as Flambae used his arms to life himself and climb in, getting into Robert's lap as Robert closed the mech's chest cavity doors. The space was cramped as expected, but it just gave Flambae more of an excuse to push himself closer against Robert.
“How're we feeling? Is it too cramped?” One hand went to massage the warm area behind Flambae's neck as the other massaged his thighs. They had to be careful not to press any buttons and cause the mech to shift.
“It's not enough that's fucking what.” Flambae's voice came in a growl against Robert's ear as he rubbed both their hard bulges against each other. Straining in their suits, the desperate and sensual grinding made both of them moan with building pleasure.
Robert chuckled, his fingers tightening around Flambae's thigh. “I was going to be nice, but something tells me that's not what you want me to do?”
No response was given to him, just the heavy breathing and wanton moans of the man on top of him. He reached out behind Flambae, pressing a button for the mechanical arms to shoot out again, this time undressing the both of them. Surprisingly without any ripping.
The cramped space began to heat up, steam from the mix of Flambae's body heat and the mech suit's rapid cooling mixing and fogging up the screens. The warm surroundings only served to make Robert even harder and Flambae needier.
Robert reached in between them, taking both exposed dicks into the palm of his hand. To his surprise, he was bigger than Flambae. It didn't take long for him to reach full hardness, the wet squelching from the dripping precum serving as lube for an easier glide.
“Ah! Fuck you- ngh- mechabitch..!” His attempts at snarky remarks just made Robert harder. How he undid someone like Flambae, how Flambae actually let him… it was all beyond his comprehension. But in this moment, there was nothing to comprehend other than the whimpering man above him.
He felt Flambae's cock twitch in his hand and took it as a sign to go faster. The suit trembled and squeaked with every movement, overheating to the point of steaming. Eventually, the heat died down as Flambae came hard against both their chests, Robert following suit.
Low groans escaped their lips as they held each other in the aftermath. The controls were covered in cum, but that was a problem for future Robert. Right now, all that mattered was the man who was digging his head so deep against Robert's neck it was like he was trying to capture his scent and put it in a bottle for later.
“That was… something. Hot something.” Robert commented, receiving a gentle smack on his chest. “Real fucking hot, Bob bob. Now let me ride your dick. Don't tell me you actually have erectile dysfunction?”
“Oh, no, I am very, very functional. Try it for yourself.”
There wasn't much room for Flambae to lift his hips with his gigantic posterior and the mech's space that was meant for just one skinny white man, but he made do. The tip of Robert's cock teased his aching hole. “Fucking- you are bigger than I give you credit for. Your dick energy doesn't do the real thing justice… No wonder you had Blonde Blazer and Invisigal drooling over you. Shit, any deeper and I might, too.”
“No, just you. They've seen it, but never felt it. Guess you'll be the first in a while to judge.” Hands flew to Flambae's waist, slowly guiding him to sink deeper onto Robert's cock. From this angle, Robert could fully see the twistings and turnings of Flambae's ever satisfied face.
His head was tilted back, lips parted just enough for Robert to see the singular denture of his missing tooth, that tantalizing trail of stubble going from his jaw to his neck, before expanding into the chest hair on those luscious tits of his that just begged to be squeezed. The sight was nothing short of pornographic. Albeit for a certain demographic— people who like to watch buff, twunk assholes come undone.
Robert did not know he was one of those people until today.
Once he was fully bottomed out inside of Flambae, he started with a slow grind, knowing that any quick thrust would throw the suit off balance completely or press something that shouldn't have been pressed. It seemed to work, if Flambae's fingers tangling in his hair was anything to go by.
“Careful. I don't have enough nutrients in my body to guarantee that I won't have hair loss by 50.” The light scolding was accompanied by a sharp smack on Flambae's delicious ass.
“I'm holding it with the hand you fucking cut my fingers off- ngh!” Flambae's smart tongue was cut off by Robert thrusting his hips upwards, soon deemed effective as it reduced the reformed villain into a moaning mess, hips grinding and body rolling for more.
Robert pulled out to thrust back in again, only for the door of the room to open up. He slapped a hand over Flambae's mouth to muffle his moans as the startle caused Robert to shove his dick deep inside his hole. What was Royd doing here? It's past seven!
“Robert? Dat you, bruddah? A bit late to still be testing the suit, no?” Royd's voice came from outside the suit. Luckily, the suit’s camera connected to the computer was offline. Now all they had to worry about was the fact that Flambae was still in Robert's lap, still grinding and glaring.
“Cockblocker…” He tsked under his breath, receiving a death glare from Robert. “Hey, Royd. I was just- fuck- getting a final test in before heading out.”
“I see, I see. Just stoppin’ by to grab my jacket, left it out during da rush earlier. You get what I mean. You see Flambae anywhere? I was supposed to give him his finger prosthetics days ago but he never show up.”
“You can just leave it on the table, I’ll ask him to pick it up tomorrow before starting his shift.” he experimentally thrusted up ane Flambae bit the space in between his thumb and pointer to muffle his moans, causing Robert to wince and hold his jaw tighter.
“Alright! That buggah always runnin’ off after work, can never really seem to get a hold of him.” Ironically enough, Robert had a very, very close hold on him right now.
“Aye, think you can show me some movement from dat ting? Much faster than before, eh? I modified the joints to be more slick during startup, makes it more practical for when you suddenly hav ta suit in.” Royd leaned on the table, waiting for him to move. He was waiting and it didn't seem like he had any intention of leaving until Robert showed him a few moves.
Flambae’s eyes met Robert's, glaring and shaking his head, biting down even harder as a warning. If they moved now, he definitely wouldn't be able to hold back his moans. Which would be pretty hot in retrospect.
“Yeah, I can show a few moves.” Before Flambae could use his fire to burn Robert's cock from his hole, the suit began to move. Slowly at first, but he knew that wasn't what Royd was looking for. He wanted to see the efficiency and speed upgrades for sure.
So Robert made it move faster. Each step the mech took while jogging in place had Flambae bouncing on his cock, digging deep in his insides as he was pulled close to Robert's chest to avoid hitting the buttons and switches.
They followed with jumping jacks. Flambae was fully hiding his face in Robert's neck and trying not to strangle him. Not that he could think clearly, each jump making him bounce deep and hard since Robert was strapped in the seat and Flambae wasn't. His cock kept hitting his sweet spot as if trying to dig a mark into it and it took him everything in his power to not just cum right then and there, knowing he'd moan too loudly. The last thing they needed was to be reported to HR by Royd.
“Ahh, dat good, bruddah! We work on the hinges tomorrow. Go home soon, okay? Rise bright and early so we can start working on it then. See ya, Robert! Oh, and don't forget the prosthetics.” When Royd threw his jacket over his shoulder and finally left, Robert let out a sigh of relief, halting the mech but before he could, Flambae squeezed hard around him. “What the-”
“So close… don't fucking stop… ngh!”
His words were like honeyed poison in Robert's ear, the heavy breaths and no-longer-muffled moans going straight to his buried cock. He wanted— no— needed to see this man come undone.
Robert put the mech on autopilot to keep doing jumping jacks, his hands letting go of the control panel to wrap around Flambae's hips to pull him even deeper on his cock, bouncing him with abandon.
“Shit- I'm so close- more! Robert!”
He met Flambae's hips with his own, thrusting and putting all he could into tipping him off the edge. His own cock stirred inside. “Fuck! Flam- Chad! Shit, you're so damn tight!”
It felt like bliss. The warm sensation deep inside the man's channel became hot, threatening to burn Robert’s dick off but he'd gladly let him if it meant cumming in his tight little ass. Flambae's fingernails dug into his back, adding to the scars that already adorned his scrawny body. He wouldn't be surprised if he'd drawn blood already.
Flambae squeezed his hole, and it was all it took for Robert to cum deep inside. A low groan left the man's lips as Flambae himself moaned loudly, back arching and hips still grinding as his cum shot out like a geyser, painting Robert's face and chest.
“Fucker! Fucking- bitch!” Sure, romantic enough. Flambae collapsed on top of Robert, a steady stream of cum leaking from his hole and down Robert's shaft as they basked in the very warm aftermath of their coupling.
They laid like that for a while, breathing heavily and holding each other close. It was… different. Going from being at each other's throats to having his frenemy teammate bouncing on his dick was very, very different indeed. Or maybe it was just the fact that he hasn't been laid in years.
“Fuck, that was good… might need to install a cooling system if we're going to do this more often.”
Robert’s hands caressed Flambae's lower back, soothing the aching— and heating— muscle with gentle strokes. The reformed villain didn't do with gentle, but a little bit of TLC after some mech fucking never hurt anyone. And with how he was practically melting into Robert's touch (pun intended), it was clear that he needed some of it, anyway.
He pulled him in for a kiss, rough but satisfied. Their hands travelled each other's bodies, exploring the vessels of pleasure that led them to this unregrettable albeit unconventional moment.
Flambae slowly lifted his hips, Robert's softening cock popping out and flipping down as cum dripped lewdly from the side. "No cooling system can cool me down. I control the fire and the fla-..." A sharp smack on his ass makes him yelp. "We'll see about that."