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"Robert-" Zahir groans into his skin.
"Yeah?" He whispers back. In all honesty he's not really too sure what to do. He hasn't done this in a while. Let alone with a man. He assumed it would happen sooner rather than later. And if he's being really honest, his dick is starting to harden what with his hot boyfriend breathing down his neck, moaning his name all pretty.
"Can I fuck you?" He asks blatantly. He's gotten used to the direct way his boyfriend communicates but it still brings a laugh out of him. Zahir flips Robert onto himself. He moves back to sit up on him. It's like sitting on a really warm firm mattress.
"That wasn't an answer." Zahir says clicking his tongue, running his hands up and down Robert's hips and waist impatiently.
"Sure." Robert shrugs
Zahir frowns and touches Robert's underwear. It burns off leaving soot on him and Robert yelps.
"Stop whining- it didn't burn you-"
"I would rather you burn me than ruin my underwear-"
"Really?" Zahir asks raising an eyebrow. Robert's made tiny comments about using his powers outside of work. His dick twitches in response. But now there there's nothing to cover it, the other man narrows his eyes at him.
"I'm not doing anything that'll hurt-"
"What's the point then?" Robert blurts out.
He's quiet for a moment.
"This isn't some bullshit like you need to get punished for what you did to me right?"
"It's not. I mean maybe? It'll feel good Zahir- I'll tell you if it gets too hot."
The other man seems unconvinced so Robert leans down and kisses him. It's slow and gentle at first then Zahir's hands come up to Robert's back and he pulls him higher- making his dick rub against defined abs. He gasps into the kiss and Zahir slips his tongue in. Then he moves his hands to his front- his hands are warmer now- touching his chest and nipples. Robert has stopped kissing back- instead moaning into his boyfriend's neck.
The temperature jumps up a little more and Robert grinds downwards. Then suddenly he's pulled up- cock right in front of Zahir's face.
"Tell me if it gets too much." He says, hot breath hitting Robert's dick. Then he licks a stripe from the bottom to the tip of his cock. Robert braces his hands on the bed, gripping the bedsheets. It's torture. Zahir goes up and down the length slowly tracing his vein with his tongue.
"Zah-ir please-" Robert croaks above him.
"Please what?" He asks between kissing the length.
"Fuck- you" He huffs pushing himself off of his elbows so he can see the smirk on Zahris face. Sure enough there it is. The hands resting on his thighs begin to heat up and dig into the skin. It's not painful but Robert's hoping that will change.
"Aww but I wanna hear you say it. I'm being so nice- so maybe you should too."
"You're not being- fuck- ah-", Zahir swirls his tongue around the tip, "stop that-"
"Okay." He shrugs and lets it pop out of his mouth. His hands have started to get colder too. Robert shivers.
"Fuck. Fine- could you please let me fuck your mouth-"
"All you had to do was ask sweetheart." Zahir says bringing his temperature back up again.
"Sweetheart?" Robert asks as the other man adjusts him on his knees for a better angle.
"Would you rather whore or slut?" Zahir asks, warm hands soothing his aching back. Robert groans involuntarily.
"That was not-" he begins until he's cut off by Zahir finally- finally taking his cock into his mouth. "Ah- fuck-" he whispers as his boyfriend snakes a hand back to his stiffened nipples and tugs. The heat of Zahir's mouth might make him loose his mind. It's wet and soft as he slides in and out slowly.
He takes Robert's hand on the sheets and places in his hair. It anchors Zahir, and lets Robert decide the pace. He thrusts in experimentally and his throat tightens, eyes shining with tears as he feels him grumble. "Sorry-" Robert begins before Zahir glares at him and goes up on his cock and back down until he can feel his insides spasaming around him.
Has it gotten warmer? He can't tell. Zahir bobs up and down hollowing his cheeks as globs of saliva fall onto his own face. He can't help it. His hips thrust forward and he pulls on the other man's hair until he's nose deep in Robert's pubes. Zahir looks fucked out- like he would like nothing more than to suck Robert's cock. His eyes are unfocused and his breathing is laboured.
"You're so pretty- fuck Zahir- so good for me-" Robert mumbles continuing to drive into the inviting heat and out. Zahir groans. His hands which had been leaving red welts on Robert's thighs begin to reach upwards until they stop at his lips urging him to open. He does, letting in the two fingers to explore and prod in his mouth. The hands retreat coming back on his thighs and separating them further. Robert almost loses his bearings and scrambles to grab the headboard. This leads to him shoving his dick down his boyfriend's throat way deeper than before.
Zahir gags but god does it feel heavenly. The sudden movement seems to have startled him because the temperature increases, fingers leaving more burns on his thighs. Robert moans. "It feels so good baby- hah- you could burn me to nothing and I'd thank you-" Zahir brings his body heat lower and the other man whines. "Zahir-" He only stops when he feels a new feeling- Flambae's slicked fingers circle his entrance and one pushes in.
It's an odd sensation. He's done this before but it's been so long that he's forgotten how weird it feels. The other hand is warmer pressing into a bruise on his side. Robert whimpers but he can't bring himself to move any longer. His hips are going to give out in this position. But it feels so fucking amazing he doesn't want it to stop.
"I can't- um my legs-" He whispers and Flambae pulls off, his mouth is wet, strings of saliva detaching as he breathes. His hair is a mess. Fuck. He's gorgeous. He wipes his face with his arm. Robert gets off him.
"Can you lie down for me Azizam?" He asks sitting up and crawling towards him. Robert nods lowering himself down as Zahir takes him back into his mouth. The new angle makes it easier to fuck up into him. "Zahir." Robert breathes.
"Hmm?" He asks teasing his cock slit with his tongue.
"Make it hurt- ugh-Please."
He's half expecting him to stop. He shouldn't want this. Neither of them should. But god Robert wants it. He wants to be burned and bruised. Instead Zahir uses one of his hand to widen his thighs which leaves hot burning touches on the inside. Robert almost cries in relief. His hand cards through his hair and pulls Zahir up and down.
"So good- so good for me- fuck- hah-" Robert slurs as Zahir continues to pinch and burn his leg and hip. The finger at his entrance is back. It's harder to focus on with the almost bliss-like state he's in. It pushes in and out for a bit until another is added stretching him out more. He pushes in another searching for his prostate. Then he presses. "FUCK- GOD-" Robert sobs as his back arches off the mattress into Zahir.
"Don't stop-aah- I need- ugh-god- I need to-" He slurs pushing Zahir down with one hand and running his other over his chest and pinching his nipple. Zahir hollows his cheeks and presses down again and Robert can't hold it in anymore he shakes as he cums into Zahir's inviting heat. He swallows around him and pulls off.
Robert's chest heaves deeply as he tries to catch his breath. Zahir lies down beside him and turns his head towards him. He kisses him open-mouthed and Robert sighs as his hand comes up to cradle his cheek. "It'll leave marks." Zahir says. His voice sounds fucked out, a little hoarse. God. This man is an angel.
"Good."
Zahir hugs him, resting his head on his shoulder. "What? You done?" Robert asks stroking his hair.
"Izz okay- might be too much for one day-" He murmurs closing his eyes. He's still warm and Robert can feel his dick pressed into his side. Robert shifts and kisses his neck. He sucks on the skin lightly and Zahir hums. He licks a stripe down his neck and massages his chest. "Robert-" he warns but does nothing to move or push him away. Robert instead takes a nipple into his mouth and bites, while pinching the other.
Flambae grunts and Robert can feel him get harder. "Baby-" Robert says kissing down his body. "Yeah?" He breathes.
"Stop playing the concerned boyfriend fuck me." Robert says pulling the waist band of his underwear down. Zahir lifts himself a little higher and Robert throws it across the room. As his gaze falls back on his boyfriend, his mouth goes dry.
Shit.
They've fooled around before but it's never seemed so big. It's flat against his stomach, the tip has a bead of precum glistening. Zahir looks at Robert and smirks. "Still sure about this?" "Fuck off- just need to go slow." Robert says licking his lips nervously and moving up till his dick is right behind him. "As much as I would enjoy this- and it really is SO much-" Zahir says sitting up, Robert gets off his lap. "You'll hurt your hips." He adjusts Robert onto his hands and knees, running his hand down his spine.
"Better." Zahir whispers as he grips his thighs with one hand and uses the other to continue to stretch him out. Robert is impatient. He's getting hard again. "Jesus- just put it in." Robert grumbles moving himself back onto the fingers. Zahir clicks his tongue and smacks his ass with an audible crack. "Fu-ck" Robert whimpers. "So impatient. Why don't you shut up like a good whore and let me do this hmm?" Zahir muses. Robert's dick jumps. He hopes the other man hasn't noticed. He would never live this down if he did.
Luckily, he continues to pump his fingers in and out. Unluckily for Robert, he's avoiding his prostate entirely. "Zahir-" He groans as sweat drips off of his forehead. Everything is hot. If he hears him, he doesn't respond, only lazily moving his hands.
Robert feels tears welling up in his eyes. He can't hold himself up on his hands much longer, his arms collapse leaving his top half against the cool silk sheets his ass still up in the air where Zahir finally seems to notice his discomfort and stop. "You okay?" He asks leaning over to see his face. "Plea-se." Robert sniffles. If he looks as aroused as he feels, he understands why Zahir gives up the teasing. He kisses him. It's chaste but reassuring. Then he goes back and lines himself up.
It's warm even when it's not in yet. Then he pushes in and Robert realises how different it feels compared to the fingers. It's thicker than he expects and somehow Zahir still has more length to go until he's fully seated inside him. 'You're insane' is what Robert means to say but it comes out garbled against the sheets and saliva in his mouth, instead producing an incoherent mess of a moan.
"So good you forgot how to speak?" Zahir chuckles but Robert knows this is affecting him just as much considering how breathy he sounds. He turns his head to the side. "Is it inside yet?" He asks rolling his eyes. Zahir exhales through his nose as his hips meet Robert's ass. "You don't know what you're asking for Bob Bob. I might end up destroying your pathetic little ass."
Robert clentches around him involuntarily. "Oh wow Robbie.", Zahir chides placing a hand on the back of his neck, "You're no better that a whore-"
"Just shut up- stop talking-", Robert groans getting up on his elbows, "- how 'bout you dem- FUCK! FUCKING HELL!" Robert moans face falling back onto the mattress. Zahir pistons out and in using the hand on Robert's throat to keep him in place. He licks the notch on his ear and bites down hard. He thinks he's bleeding.
"Fuck-" Zahir mummers licking the blood off the shell of his ear. He needs to see him. He tries to move but the hand on his neck is moved to his already sore nipples circling them. "Azizam- so fucking tight- hah-" He moans into his ear. Robert whines trying to curl inwards away from the hot fingers teasing his chest. It's so much- he doesn't want to cum yet- "So pretty-" Zahir sighs slamming in impossibly harder. "Za-hir- want to- see- ugh- you-" Robert manages to blubber out between the thrusts.
Zahir pulls out and turns Robert on his back. There's a drop of blood going down his chin and his eyes are heavy lidded watching Robert catch his breath. Suddenly Robert feels very much like a prey infront of a predator. Zahir strokes his hair back and leans down. Robert's not sure if his mouth is even working properly, he's just letting himself be kissed. He might be drooling a little. "You're doing great Eshgham-", Zahir laughs, "Do you wanna take it slow?"
"No." Robert says pulling his face closer and kissing him harder. He's more biting at him than anything but it feels good and wet. Zahir pushes in again and his hand comes down to stroke Robert's dick, he keens and closes his eyes. "Robert- you still here?" He asks kissing his cheek. In all honesty he's not sure. He opens his eyes though to let him know he's fine, this feel amazing and he loves him so much. Instead his lip trembles and a broken moan is ripped from his throat as Zahir thrusts his hips just right. He lets his hands roam on Zahir's back and then his front absentmindedly flicking his nipple. Zahir moans, his voice goes a little higher and it's such a pretty sound. He makes a mental note of it for next time.
His vision is blurry on the edges, he can feel the sensation of an orgasam coming closer and faster. Zahir then bites his neck and jerks the hand on his dick. Before he knows it, the wave crashes and his back arches off the bed weakly as spurts of cum splatter on his chest and Zahir's hand. He continues to drive in and out of Robert chasing his own release. Then he pulls out and jerks himself until he cums on Robert's chest and face. It's warm- almost hot. Some of it lands in his mouth and it tastes smokey.
Part of Robert is disappointed. "Why'd you come outside?" He asks forcing himself to focus on Zahir. His eyes are so- so heavy. "I didn't know if you'd want that." Zahir says walking around the room looking for something. "Where are you goinggg?" Robert whines trying to reach his hand up but his whole body feels limp.
"I was getting a towel to clean you up. Unless you'd want a bath?" Zahir says wiping his face clean. "No bath." Robert's voice muffles against the towel. He cleans up the rest of his body and puts the towel in the washing only then does he lie back down with Robert.
"So?" Zahir asks moving Robert to his side so he can kiss his cheeks. "So?" Robert parrots stroking the other man's scruff. "Was that good?" He asks instead. "Fishing for compliments huh. There's no way you don't know how good you are-" Robert mumbles pressing his face against Zahir's chest. He can feel him laughing. "You were great too." Zahir says kissing the top of Robert's head. "Next time- I'm topping- and I'll be really mean-" Robert says breathing in deeply. "Don't threaten me with a good time Eshgham." Zahir says nuzzling into his hair.
"What the fuck. I look like a bear mauled me." Robert says the next morning inspecting the damage. He'd woken up to his legs aching and covered superficial burns. The back of his neck burns too. He's assuming there's a whole hand print there. His neck has two bite marks.
"'Make it hurt' he says then he complains.", Zahir says from the kitchen, "Next time I won't be so accomodating for your pain kink-"
"No- i didn't mind you hurting me as long as it's easy to cover- this - everyone's going to know-" Robert yells looking at his pink bruised nipples and running a hand across. He shivers a bit. It feels great but fuck if the Z team was not going to be teasing him about this tomorrow.
"Can't have it both ways Azizam- on the bright side- you look pretty all marked up- Ouch! I'm complimenting you!" Robert smacks the back of Zahir's head.