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A few weeks ago, Robert got hurt. After his shift working on the Mecha Man suit. He was working on an arm joint when it fell off and crushed him to the floor, breaking a couple of his ribs. But that was two, almost three, weeks ago and everyone is still treating him like he got hurt yesterday. It’s fucking frustrating to be babied all the time when your a grown ass man that can do everything by himself. For fucks sake Robert and the Z-Team fought Shroud!
And the worst out of them all who had been babying him was his secret lover, Flambae.
He gets that he’s trying to look out for him, but he’s trying to do everything for him and helicopter over his work all day that it just gets to be too much for Robert. Flambae does so much that the other members of their team are starting to get suspicious even though they both mutually agreed on anonymity. If rumors spread about them and it leaked to the press it would cause an HR nightmare. He’s just worried, Robert has to constantly remind himself. It was driving him crazy.
His final boiling point was on a random Thursday after his shift. Flambae had stayed late that night to work out in SDN’s gym. Meanwhile Robert, for the first time since the accident, went to work on the Mecha suit. He specifically didn’t tell anyone where he was going or what he was doing so maybe he would get some peace and goddamn quiet.
Robert begins to decompress, working his stiff and sore muscles loose. He missed working on his suit. He works on the same joint—cause it still has to be fixed—that got him in this situation in the first place.
He knew of course that his boyfriend would come looking sometime, but he was hoping he’d at least be done with the dangerous part by the time the search had begun. What Robert didn’t take into account? Superheroes are much stronger than humans, and they have quicker and less workouts because they’re already that fucking strong. When Flambae doesn’t find Robert at his desk—where he’d always be—he obviously freaks out. His first thought is to check where he would usually always find Robert if he wasn’t at his desk. Working on the Mecha suit. He comes crashing through the workshop's doors like he was going to find him crushed under the whole damn suit.
“Oh my god Robert are you okay?” Flambae says, worry evident in his voice. “Well considering the suit is perfectly still and in an up-right position and I’m talking? Yes, I am fine.”
“But you do not have super powers, you should not be working on the Mecha suit in your condition. You’re fragile.” Robert glares, hearing the same pitying empathy—and maybe just a hint of mockery—he has heard for the past two weeks. “One, it’s my suit. I worked on it for years before SDN by myself and nothing has happened until now. Two, I’m all healed. We fought Shroud together Flambae, you've seen my scars. I can handle myself. And three, I’ll show you who’s fragile here.”
Robert stands up, abandoning his work and drags Flambae out the doors all the way to his apartment—even though it was time to go anyway. It’s mostly barren in his apartment except for the bedroom and he drags Flambae all the way there.
Flambae just lets himself be dragged, and once he’s let go he sits on the edge of the bed wondering what the hell is happening. Is Robert about to dominate him? Holy shit. He had always wondered if this would happen to him. Anytime Flambae tried to put ‘sub’ in any of his dating profiles he would just get shamed and called a pervert. What are the odds that his dispatcher and his boyfriend would be into this. He was too scared to even bring up the idea to Robert, scared he would think he’s disgusting for wanting to be treated like shit. He can’t believe his eyes.
“What’s your safe word?” Robert expectantly asks.
“How the fuck did you know I was into this?” Flambae asks, uncertainty in his voice about how he had been caught with his tail between his legs. He swears he is falling harder for this man the more and more he finds out about him.
“I know a sub when I see one, Chad.” Flambae literally shivers at the dominance in his voice trying not to make it obvious as his breath hitches and he feels his pants getting tighter. “I said, what’s your safe word?” Robert is asking, demandingly. Flambae doesn’t have one right off of the top of his head. He never thought he would make it this far with a dom, he has to think quick.
“I- uh.. Uhmm..” He glances around, like something in the room is going to tell him the answer to Robert’s question. “Chili peppers.”
“Of fucking course you would pick something like chili peppers, you self-absorbed asshole.” Flambae flushes, and Robert just giggles.
“Well,” he pauses for a second, “Mine is twinkies.”
Flambae has to physically stop himself from busting out in laughter and slaps a hand over his mouth. “There’s no way you made fun of mine and then yours is some fucking bullshit like TWINKIES.”
Chad is laughing his ass off when Robert comes up to him sitting on the edge of the bed and gently grasps his chin, making Flambae look up at him. Chad stops laughing and looks up at Robert with his fiery eyes, and Robert leans down and gives him a peck. “I’m being serious.”
He whispers in a low tone that only Flambae could hear, making Flambae flush at his sudden intrusion into his personal space. Getting dragged out of the office—even though it was time to go—and getting kissed tenderly while they’re about to engage in dom/sub play is making Flambae wonder if Robert is in his right mind.
“Are you drunk? Are you sure you are consenting to this?” “I am perfectly sober, thank you. And yes I do consent.
“So do I.” Chad flushes as he sees Robert get this dominating look in his eye. You could cut the air with how much sensual tension is in it. A deep sense of want and yearning in the air. “Good boy, Chad.” Robert praises and disappears into his closet and comes back out with a bottle of lube and sets it on the bed-side table. Flambae is watching him do what he needs to do, just sitting and waiting patiently for the dom in front of him to take the lead and tell him what he needs to do next. Finally, Robert walks over to Flambae who sat so well. He stands right in front of him and says, “You sat and waited so well for me.” Chad wants to whimper at the sudden praise again. He doesn’t. He waits for Robert.
“Before we start, is there anything off the table?”
Flambae pauses for a moment. “I’m not calling you fucking daddy, bitch.”
“Okay, obviously. Ew. And side note—you’re getting punished for that.” He hears his humorous tone, but knows he’s not joking. Not in the slightest. “Anything else?”
“No, I’m basically down for anything.” “Okay, then. Now, stand up.” He takes a step back to give Chad room to stand and he stands up. Robert takes a seat just where he was sitting and the other spins around to look at him. Even looking down on him, he’s still dominating, not intimidated in the slightest. Flambae’s dick is already about to burst out of his pants, just from the way Robert is looking at him. “I don’t just dom for anyone, if we’re going to do this you’re going to be my submissive as well as my boyfriend.” “Okay so what does that mean smart ass bitch.”
“I think I heard a compliment in there somewhere—and I told you to watch yourself, I’m counting.” Flambae doesn’t say anything, he just listens. “Will you be my submissive?”
Chad is shocked there they’re in the bedroom, the man he’s been dating, but too afraid to tell of his deepest desires, offering him to be his sub. It's like an answer to his prayers, or a miracle has happened. His face flushes a deep shade of red and he looks away. “Look at me.” Robert commands. Chad turns his head to look at him hesitantly after a moment, regaining his composure.
“Yes.. Robert. I will be your submissive. I have wanted to tell you about me being into this for awhile, fucker.” “Three.” Flambae doesn’t think he could get any hotter than this. Pun intender.
“You’re my boyfriend and my sub now. You don't belong to anyone other than me.” Chad could cream his pants, fully hard in them now. “Fffuck…Robert.” Robert makes a mental note that that is four now, and that Chad really likes to be told that he is owned. “Take your clothes off”
Chad playfully slips his suit off slowly, next, his underwear. Letting his cock spring out, slapping against his abdomen, making a pornographic sound. “What’s next, Rrrobert.”
He rolls the ‘R’ and extra second, letting the name simmer, and slip right out of his mouth, accent heavy on his lips. “I like it when you say my actual name and not some stupid nickname,” he pauses, “It makes me want to keep calling you a good boy.”
Chad feels hot burning arousal caress his spine, and then his lower back, finally finding its way to the tip of his cock. “I’d like that.” Chad beckons. “Yeah? Would you like that, my good boy?” Robert has an infuriatingly sexy look on his face as Chad shivers. He never knew he was a praise man, but that low tone, and the thrumming base of Robert’s voice has him all worked up. Robert’s conceited voice commands him again, “Sit.”
Without another thought Chad positions himself in Robert’s lap, knees and elbows on the bed, and stomach lying on the scarred man’s knees. He’s more than happy, this treatment is everything he's ever wanted. To be totally out of control of his actions and pleasure, and let another take the reins submitting himself. And I mean he isn't a total brat teasing little bitch all day for no reason. That’s the fun in it, being a brat and getting punished for your behavior. But he likes to willingly submit too. Overall, he’s genuinely just a perverted freak who likes to get dominated by his boss. He will never admit it, though.
Sitting here butt naked in Robert’s lap, his cock’s tip rubbing against his work pants. Robert’s left hand rubs his lower back, and his right is caressing his ass cheeks is doing so much to his mind he can barely think. His low voice thrums, “You remember when I said you were going to get punished?” “Yes I do, Robert”
“Hm.. Well now is the time. I’ve been counting how many times you’ve cussed and made fun of me, Chad” He says his name like a fucking derogatory term, but he does this on purpose. He knows this turns him on. “Fuck—” “Five.” he cuts Chad off. “And that’s just from today.”
“You little bi—” He cuts himself off that time. “Six.” “You can’t count that!”
“Yes I can, I’m dom here, and I say it counts.”
Chad pouts, dropping his head into the bed. Robert grabs Chad’s ponytail, pulling it tight to force his head up to look at him. “So six spankings is what you’ll be getting unless you want to add more.” “No thank you.”
“That’s what I thought.” He cuts himself off by rearing his right hand back smacking his ass with such fervent force that it makes his whole body shake from the force of the hit. “Shit!” Chad screams as waves of pleasure and pain crash through him. Robert gently rubs the already red and feverish bruising spot with pride. “Seven, Chad.”
Chad whined, thinking he should’ve at least gotten a good boy for taking the first one, even if he did break his new rule. Robert lets go of Chad’s hair and Chad’s head falls into his hands. Just in time though, he rears back his right hand again and slaps the other cheek, assaulting just as harshly as he did the first. Again, Chad cries out that bittersweet ecstasy crashing through him. “Six more, you’re doing so well for me.”
Chad writhes and wiggles his ass, the stinging pain of the marks and praise making him want more. Without any soothing of the skin or warning, he gets spanked again. Chad’s face reddens as he keeps getting aroused, and more responsive. Again, spank, five more, slap, four more.
He has swollen cheeks and Robert turns Chad’s head to look at him. Robert’s face is flushed, obviously turned on from spanking the muscular man. Chad looks up at his eyes red and marks on his lower lip from his teeth digging in.
“You slut. Taking a spanking so well.” and slap, three more. “Have you been keeping count, Chad?” Robert says expectantly, waiting for his answer. “Yes… I have three more.”
Chad’s voice is shaky and rough, "I'm proud,” Robert coos. And spank, two more. Chad vigorously rubs his legs together, his body shaking. He’s looking for any friction he can get. “You’re almost done, you can do it.” Robert encourages. He gives his left cheek a rub and slaps it.
“One more and your punishment is over.” Chad cries out, he’s enjoying this a little too much, and slap, he’s done. “That’s the last last one, you took my punishment very well.”
Chad turns his head to look at Robert. “Sit up and straddle my lap,” Robert demands, voice dark and low. Chad does as he’s told, he stands up shaking, his tender cheeks stinging. “If you’re already this shaky, you’re not going to be able to walk tomorrow.”
“Maybe I want that, bitch.”
“You want to get spanked again?”
Chad pauses, just frustrating eye contact between them. He squeaks out a no, but only Robert and him know the answer is actually a yes with zero hesitation. His head is running with thoughts of the man below him dominating him. He wants it so bad. For his brat to be tamed and to be totally owned.
“Robert I’m feeling really really naked right now. Why don’t you take something off too.”
“Fine, but take it off for me.”
Intimately, Chad reaches to unbutton Robert’s shirt. Button by button, one pops undone, and he doesn’t look up, doesn't lose focus, but Robert is staring really hard. He undid the last button, Robert’s shirt falling to his sides, exposing his slightly toned abs and pectorals, his nipples brushing the very edges of his shirt. Chad swears he feels his mouth water as he looks at him, hungrily. He doesn’t realize how hard he is staring until Robert shifts ever so slightly to get more comfortable.
“This is just the appetizer, baby.”
Chad snaps back into reality, gulps, and looks away.
“Oh, don’t be shy now, I just spanked your slutty ass.”
Even though he is already looking away, his cheeks flush, and Robert grabs the other set of cheeks. He yelps at the sudden grasp. “Take me out to dinner first, geez.” Removing a hand from his right ass cheek, his right hand grabs his chin. His thumb rests where a dimple should be. Robert brings his face close, their lips brush together not quite kissing yet, but their lips so, so close. Both of their breaths brush against the other's face.
Finally, their lips touch, gently, intimately, like they have all the time in the world. No work tomorrow, no responsibilities, just them, there in Robert’s bedroom, their lips caressing in a secret dance of the others. The kiss deepens, tongue lapping at each other. Robert growls and grabs his waist to pull him closer. He pulls him closer, as close as humanly possible that Robert can get them. He wants him as close as he can get because he owns him. No one can touch Chad the way he is currently. No one can ever dominate him exactly to Chad’s tastes, he is utterly smitten with him.
“Chad..” he says his name like it’s a prayer. “I love the taste of your lips and tongue all over mine.” Robert bites and tugs on Chad’s lower lip, as he catches his breath and pants. Chad doesn’t respond, he just crashes their lips together, more hurriedly and desperate for Robert.
He grabs Robert’s neck, and the others’ hands slide up from his waist to his shoulders., and rubs them. Their kissing is frantic, tongues lashing, and Chad starts to grind down, needy for Robert to do something about his throbbing erection. He finally gets some friction on the very obvious hard-on in Robert’s pants. He howls out, finally feeling an ounce of relief.
As soon as the little bit of pleasure he got came, it left, with Robert’s fingers digging in, holding him still.
“Patience, we haven’t gotten to the good part yet.”
If this isn't the good part yet, Chad is in for quite a ride because he is already needy and desperate. He’s panting and his eyes are pleading with Robert’s, silently begging him to do something, “Please.”
“No, not yet,” he soothes. Robert’s touch becomes tender, sliding his hands down his shoulders, and to his nipples where they stay.
He starts to pinch and squeeze their pinkness, causing the man on top of him to quiver. Tingles shoot from his nipples, not helping his situation at all. Robert leans forwards, and latches on to his right nipple. He swirls the bud on his tongue, sucking and biting at it. He doesn’t leave the other nipple unattended to, he would be a cruel man if he did.
His hand flutters and plays with the left nipple, making Chad want to thrash and release himself.
“Robert.. Oh fuck Robert.”
“Yes, baby?” he slobberly pulls off of Chad’s chest.
“Robert I—” he is still panting and trying to rock his hips back and forth. “Use your words.”
“I need you,” he pauses, “Something, anything, everything, I just can’t take it anymore.”
Robert smugly smiles at his confession, “Good job, I knew you could use your words for me.” He pats Chad’s leg as if telling him to get up. If Chad was shaky before, he’s a trembling mess now. Robert stands up and gestures to the bed, basically telling him to lay down, without saying anything. Chad lays down on his side, and watches Robert grab the lube off of the bed-side table. Robert smirks at him, and sets down.
“Spread your legs.” Even those vulgar words that drip like honey out of Robert’s mouth still get Chad to do anything he wants. Spread wide, the scar ridden man rubs his hand alongside the inner part of his thigh, making the muscular man wiggle and squirm. He pushes his leg to go even wider, making the other blush and feel exposed. He slides his hand up, just barely brushing his erection. He murmurs a barely audible whine and feels as Robert’s hand moves up his abs to rub them and back down finding its way to the other thigh.
This has to be some sort of torture tactic.
Finally, Robert removes his hand from his thigh and pops open the cap to the lube. He squirts a rather superfluous amount, making Flambae wonder what he’s going to do with all of that. As quickly as he questions, he finds his answer. Robert smears the thick liquidy substance all over Chad’s cock and his asshole. His cheeks are still swollen and red from the spanking, and feeling Robert’s hand there, with the thick cold liquid, makes him whine and shiver. Robert lets out a dark, deep, and very quiet growl of satisfaction of Flambae’s gasping reaction.
Robert’s middle finger on his right hand pokes and prods at the very rim of his simmering hole. Meanwhile, his left hand’s fingers are brushing up and down his length, already teasing the shit out of Chad. This is quite ambidextrous of Robert, skillfully using both of his hands at once. He has to stop himself from thinking about it, though. That’s something to ask Robert about another time, there’s something much more important to be focusing on right now. As is right on cue, Bob-bob grabs his cock in his left hand and his middle finger begins to penetrate his rim.
Chad grabs the sheets and curls his toes, his body writhing and tightening. “Relax,” Robert consoles. Robert slides his hand down his throbbing erection as he slides his middle finger deeper into him. It’s slow, agonizingly slow. It makes him want to thrash and squirm, but he’s not giving Robert exactly what he wants, to beg for it. He’s totally not doing that again, he tells himself, so he just takes everything he’s given.
Finally Robert’s middle finger bottoms out in him just ever so slightly brushing that sweet spot of bliss and ecstasy. He chokes back a moan, bitch Bobert's left hand simultaneously just stroked its way to his base. His finger and hands slide up and out, causing Flambae to literally whimper. As his left hand grazes over his tip, glands sensitive. Robert looks at him like a predator to prey, and he flushes pink. Once his middle finger is reaching his tight rim, he pushes his ring finger to stretch him out and slowly join in with the other. Robert’s hand stays still on his cock, focusing more on stretching and making a scissoring motion.
Chad pants and his legs are twitching. His rim flutters and contracts at the stretching, but with some patience Chad is undone and a grinding mess, squeezing his eyes shut and his cock pleading for Robert to move his hand that is just sitting around his base, very gently squeezing a little. “You’re doing so good, do you think you’re ready for me?”
Flambae lets out a breath, shaky, quiet, and embarrassed, “...yes…”
With his yes, Robert stands up. Flambae’s eyes shoot open to see where Robert is going, to see what he’s doing. He relaxes when he sees Robert just taking his pants off, knowing he’s about to get what he needs so badly. He doesn’t think he could stand another moment of that without bursting into flames or cumming prematurely.
Robert gets the lube one final time, getting a little to lube up his dick too, just as a precaution in case it wasn’t enough that was already on Flambae. That’s the thing about Robert, even when he acts with reckless abandon, even when he's rough, he’s careful. He makes sure that Flambae is ready, he lubes up well, and he asks for consent. He even asked for a safeword, which he hasn’t even thought about or came close to using. He can dominate, and yet be so careful and caring.
Chad’s never been treated this way his whole life. It’s weird, it's odd, it’s foreign to him, and it makes him want to draw him in even closer. Seep under the cracks and scars of Robert and live in there with him forever. To never let this unspoken affection go. In the solitude of his careful safety, he’s never felt more secure, loved, and safe. Yet, so out of control and dominated at the same time.
Somehow, without him even realizing Robert is lined up, his tip kissing at his rim. WIthout any warning or time to prepare, Robert slowly pushes in, forcing simultaneous moans out of both of them. Chad’s had previous hookups in the past but fuck none of them have ever filled him up and stretched him out quite like this before. Robert even prepared him better than they had ever considered. It's uncomfortable, but he's adjusting. He’s about halfway in now. He pauses and stops pushing in.
“Im halfway in Chad,” Robert grunts, “Fuck you’re so tight. How are you holding up?”
He’s so overwhelmed at the intrusion that all Chad can get out is a small, high-pitched, “FINE.” He’s back to squirming, gripping the sheets tight, and curling his toes like he’s trying to evade, or running from, the scarred man penetrating him. Robert notices his sub doing this, immediately. He grabs his hips and starts sinking in again. He whispers sweet nothings to Chad telling him to relax and how well he’s taking the adjustment. With a growl Robert announces, “Chad, I’m all the way in.” Yeah, no shit, he could fucking tell.
His balls are pressed against his ass and his cock is assaulting his prostate. Chad lets out rugged, guttural moans, already feeling like he’s going to burst. “I’m going to start moving, m’kay?” Robert purrs, and he plants a sensual peck on Chad’s neck.
Robert starts to move, slowly, in, out, in, out, and he creeps more and more out each time. He makes his thrusts faster and unsheathing and sheathing more each time. “Kiss me, Robert”
Chad cries out, needing him closer, as close as he can get. Robert is properly fucking him now, still picking up the pace. Chad’s prostate is getting fucking assaulted by this bitches big dick, every thrust rubbing against it, sending waves of red hot ecstasy up his spine and cock. Robert purrs, and smashes their lips together into a searing kiss—no literally searing, his lips are fucking hot—Chad is heating up the more pleasure he feels and the closer to orgasm he becomes. Chad has control of his powers, he always does, but getting fucked senseless by his dispatcher is making him lose control for the first time in his life.
At this rate, when he cums on Robert’s dick, his whole body is going to go up in flames. Robert’s pace gets more vigorous, and he’s fucking Flambae at a feral, and rough pace. He can tell Robert is bordering on the edge too. And just as he feels his orgasm coming, he tenses his muscles in preparation, Robert stops thrusting. “Fuck!” Flambae chokes out, getting on the very edge, and left teetering.
Robert is fucking edging him. Jesus, he's never been edged before. Robert moves again, immediately back to the ruthless pace. Just like before, right when Chad reaches his peak, he stops. He does this a couple more times until Chad is squirming, thrashing, and his hips are bucking. His moans are loud, uncontrolled and desperate; crying out his unspoken pleas to cum.
“You want to fucking cum, yeah? Beg me for it, Chad, tell me how much you need it.” Robert’s voice is ragged, and he's grunting, very obviously also about to burst. After a few more whimpers, Chad manages to to pull out some coherent begs, literally getting fucked senselessly. “Please— Please, you don’t understand, I’m so close. I need it so bad—... I wanna cum, please, please Robert give it to me! Fuck!”
“Good boy,” Robert huffs, “You can cum, cum for me Chad.”
Hearing the dom finally give him permission, he falls apart all around the dick fucking with no abandon. Chad is just about screaming out moans, and parts of his body are lighting up in flames, as he squirts thick white ropes all over himself, painting himself a nice and pretty white. He’s bucking and twitching, and digging his nails into Robert’s back.
Feeling Chad’s insides convulse and contract around his dick throws him over the edge and the grunt he makes are guttural, as he shoots his hot load up into Flambae, marking his insides. Slowly, they ride out their orgasms, twitching and panting, and gasping for air. Their bodies are trying to recover from the most intense moment of both of their lives. Chad, nor Robert, think they’ve ever come harder in their whole lives.
Finally, Robert flops down on top of Flambae, pecking kisses at his spent jaw.
“You did so good,” he whispers into the submissive's ear. Chad lets out a little whine as Robert unsheathes his dick completely from inside him. He feels empty but he also feels Robert’s sperm dripping out of him. He smiles a little knowing he has pleased Robert feeling proud of his own accomplishment, and they lay there for a while basking in each other.
Robert reassures him he isn’t going anywhere or leaving and he leaves the room and comes back with a wash cloth and some ointment. Robert wipes Flambae’s chest tenderly. “Can you turn over for me Chad?” Robert asks softly. And as sluggish and lazy as he feels, he rolls over anyway because he’s asked him to so nicely. Robert wipes his hole and ass cheeks, it feels excessive but he just lets Robert pamper him. Robert then takes the ointment and applies it to Flambae's bruised, purple, and tender cheeks. “We can worry about the cum tomorrow, let’s just cuddle now.”
Flambae flips himself over, and holds out his arms for Robert. He pulls him, wanting to hold the man that was just inside of him. Robert whispers soothing reassuring phrases as he brings him as close as he can. Flambae puts one of his two fingers over Robert’s lips, shushing him, “Your turn Roberto.” Flambae smiles a toothy grin, “You did it, you have shown me that you’re not as weak and fragile as everyone is making you out to be, and you have done good too.”
Robert has a serious but surprised look on his face, and Flambae just hugs him tighter. Flambae never thought he would say anything like that, like ever, nor did Robert ever think he’d hear words of praise especially out of Chad.
Whatever the case may be, in the moment they didn’t care, not one bit. For the time being, they’re just together, as one.