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The warm water trickling down his back was exactly what Robert needed after such an intense workout. A little too intense, probably. Yeah, he'd be feeling that in the morning. It was the first time he'd had a proper session since getting out of the hospital and maybe he'd gone a little overboard with it. But it was hard not to when he saw one of the perks of working for SDN was free access to a pretty well equipped gym, readily available for any heroes (washed up ones now working as dispatchers included) that needed it and, damn, did Robert need it.
He'd lost some muscle mass from his time in the hospital and if he wanted to get back to his previous top shape then he needed to hop on that whole exercise thing. Besides, swinging at a punching bag was a great stress reliever, something he really needed these days. The couple weeks he'd been working with Z-Team had been some of the most headache inducing moments of his life and he never even had to get up from his desk. Most days it felt like he was trying to herd drunk, horny cats. Actually, the cats would probably be better at following orders.
Robert always preferred working out on his own and so had asked a man on the inside to help him out a little. That man being Waterboy, the very soggy janitor. Clearly a people pleaser, it hadn't taken much convincing from Robert to get him to let him in during the evenings when everyone, sans cleaning staff, were supposed to have clocked out and gone home for the day. A big issue on why he needed the place all to himself had less to do with the gym and more the shower afterwards. The last thing he needed was someone walking in on him and seeing a certain part of his anatomy he didn't want seen. It was one of the many cons of being a no bottom surgery having trans man.
Shame was not something Robert typically felt in relation to his gender. He never advertised it but he never exactly hid it either. Alright, he was hiding it now but for a very good reason. If someone found out he was trans it was because he told them and not because they walked in on him washing his junk and noticed said junk didn't look quite right.
There were a couple of people at SDN who knew he was trans. Chase had known him since before his transition so obviously he knew and he was certain Blonde Blazer had to know. She'd looked into him, finding out his secret identity, so having his real chromosomes on file somewhere and her simply being too polite to bring it up wasn't that far of a stretch. Z-Team definitely didn't know and he planned on keeping it that way. There was already enough trouble trying to get them to do what they were supposed to and not what they wanted and the last thing he needed was for them to disregard him completely due to that ever wonderful transphobia. He had no idea if any of them actually had anything against trans people but being they were literal criminals until recently, a group not exactly known for being the most open-minded and kind, he wasn't taking any chances. Things were just easier keeping his mouth shut.
"The fuck you doing here, Bob Bitch?"
Too bad life can sometimes have other ideas and be a major gaping arsehole.
Robert hurriedly moved to cover his nethers with a hand as his head spun around to find Flambae standing there as naked as the day he was born, holding what looked to a shampoo bottle in his hand.
"I should be asking you the same thing. How did you get in here?" Robert asked. He doubted Waterboy would have let him in. Unless he'd threatened him maybe?
Robert was prepared to tear him a new one for that when Flambae said, "Invisigal swiped a key from some dickhead in management on, like, her first day. Sold me a copy."
Great. Just great. Invisigal also had access to the SDN headquarters when she really shouldn't. He'd be having a very urgent talk with Blonde Blazer in the morning.
"Does anyone else on the team have keys?"
"Fuck if I know," Flambae said with a shrug. He then raised a brow and added, "And you? How'd you get in? Don't tell me goody goody Rob Rob has a knack for breaking and entering, too?"
"I asked someone to let me in and I only wanted to use the shower and gym," he responded, a little on the defensive at being accused of stooping to the other man's level.
"You know you can do that shit during the day, right? Like a normal person?"
"Aren't you doing the exact same thing?" Robert pointed it.
Flambae gave him a dismissive wave of the hand. "I'm only here because the shower at my place is busted and I need to clean up for a hot date tonight. Now, I know the concept of a date is alien to normie losers like you but it's this thing that actually attractive people like me do in order to get laid. I'm not losing you, am I?"
"Uh huh, I think I got it," Robert answered flatly.
Flambae walked up to one of the shower heads, turning it on to wet his hair before pouring a healthy amount of shampoo onto his hand before tossing the now empty bottle behind him. Normally Robert wouldn't care about watching someone wash their hair but there was something strangely hypnotic about it when it was Flambae. The way his eyes were closed and his head tilted back to reveal a long stretch of bare neck that would look amazing covered in hickeys. He'd be lying if he said he didn't find Flambae attractive. Too bad whenever he opened his mouth it made Robert's brain hurt.
Eyes moving lower to drink in that broad, hairy chest, he knew he was stepping over a line. Before he was caught gawking like a perv, Robert decided it was best to leave. Without saying so much as a word to the other, he turned off his shower and turned to go. But he'd only taken a few steps when he discovered the shampoo bottle hadn't been quite as empty as anyone had thought. Slipping on the liquid that smelled faintly of apricot, his arms instinctively flailed wildly in a futile attempt to grab hold of something. Expecting to have his skull crack open on the hard shower floor, he was surprised when instead of bleeding out, he felt large arms wrap themselves around him, back pressing against something warm and firm.
"The fuck, bitch? Can't you even walk right?" came an angry huff only inches from his ear. Flambae then helped him up as Robert did his best to pretend like the flush on his cheeks was from the heat of the water and steam around them.
"Uh, thanks," he said, genuinely grateful for a moment until he remembered he'd only slipped becase of the other man's carelessness when it came to throwing away his trash. Now more angry than thankful, he pulled himself out of Flambae's grasp to pick the bottle up and, waving it in front of the other's face, snapped, "Seriously? Throw your shit away. You couldn't hurt someone."
"Calm down. You're still up and talking, aren't you? Very annoyingly, by the way."
The nonchalant attitude towards what could have been a major accident made Robert's blood boil. But the boiling rage quickly subsided into a feeling of cold numbness as he noticed Flambae's gaze trail down his body before flickering back up to his face again. Well, shit.
"Alright, say whatever you want to say," Robert sighed. "Might as well get it over with."
"The fuck you talking about?" Flambae asked, brow raised.
Robert frowned. "I'm trans."
"Yeah? And?"
"You're not going to say anything about it?"
"Like what? I figure you didn't have any balls and this just proves it," he said with a scoff. "Seriously, I don't give a flying fuck what you got going on down there." He then placed a hand on his shoulder, Robert trying not to think too hard on how large it was, as he said, "And I mean this, from the very bottom of my heart...no matter what gender you are...you're still a fucking bitch."
Robert actually laughed at that. It was a slight relief to know at least one member of the team didn't have an issue with him being trans. That did leave the others though. "You're not going to tell anyone else, are you?"
A look of something crossed Flambae's face and on anyone else Robert could almost mistake it for concern. Whatever it was was quickly replaced by a smirk and a, "What? You think we all sit around talking about you all day? Egotistical much?"
Flambae stepped away to go back to washing his hair, signaling the conversation was done. Figuring that last comment was his way of saying his lips were sealed, Robert only shook his head before heading for the exit, lethal shampoo bottle still in hand as he wondered what the hell just happened.
Admittedly, the bar was a sack of shit. But it was also close to Robert's place and the booze was cheap and after a long day of yelling into a headset it was exactly what he needed. So, after dropping Beef off back at home, making sure his food and water bowl were nice and full, he'd marched towards the bar like a man on a mission. A mission to get absolutely smashed. Or at least a little smashed. He still had work in the morning.
The smell of cigarette smoke, body odour, and what he really hoped wasn't stale urine, hit him like a freight train the moment he entered the room. It was in that moment he really hated the fact he was banned from Crypto Night after the Flambae incident. Speaking of, barely two steps into the door and Robert spotted that ridiculous outfit sitting at the bar. Never having seen the wannabe ex-criminal there before, it was a surprise to say the least. For a moment Robert considered walking his arse right out there. The last thing he needed was to interact with one of the causes of the headache throbbing behind his eyes. But as he was about to leave, something about him made him stay. Maybe it was the way his head was bowed or his shoulders slumped, but Flambae really seemed like a man drowning his sorrows. It was a look Robert was all too familiar with. So, with a sigh and the feeling he'd no doubt regret this later, he walked up to him.
"I'll have a whiskey, neat," Robert asked the man behind the bar before sitting down next to Flambae.
"What're you doing here?" Flambae asked with with a look on his face so sour it almost made Robert's own pucker.
"Just having a drink," he said as the man handed him his glass.
"And? There's nowhere else you can sit?"
"What? And miss out on the great company?"
Flambae scoffed before gulping down the last of his own drink before waving down the bartender for another.
After taking a sip, he made a face. "The stuff here tastes like warm watered down piss," Flambae said, earning him a look from the man serving the drinks. It was less of a 'Hey, dickhead' look and more of a 'Yeah, it really does', though.
"Okay, so, you're not here for the great booze. Why are you then? You live in the area?" Robert asked.
"Fuck no. I'm from a neighbourhood with actual class, Bitch Bob. I'm only here because my date..." He trailed off as his brow furrowed, a scowl pulling at his features for a moment before morphing into one of indifference. "Meh, whatever. Screw that asshole."
Had his date stood him him? A slight feeling of pity tugged at his chest. He knew the sting of rejection all too well when it came to relationships. It, sadly, came with the territory of not being cis. You think it's all going well then you bring out the trans card and suddenly you're on a one way trip to Ghosted City. Speaking of, it'd been a week since the shower incident and not a word had been said about it. Not from Flambae or any of the other team members. It seemed he really had kept his mouth shut about it and for that he was grateful.
"Hey, thanks, by the way," Robert said. "For not telling anyone about the whole trans thing."
Flambae let out an exasperated groan. "Fuck, man, no one gives a damn about that shit. If the others knew, believe me, no one would care. We got bigger problems than what is or is not in your pants."
Robert shook his head. "Seriously, you guys make fun of literally everything else about me. Why wouldn't I think you'd go off about this as well?"
"That's because everything else about you fucking sucks. But this? This doesn't suck. This is just a thing that you are. Being trans isn't good, it isn't bad. It's just a thing. You know what is bad? That damn hairstyle. You cut it yourself in the dark or what?"
The words may have come out as harsh but there was no actual malice behind them and they left a warmth in his chest that had Robert fighting not to smile. So used to people either reacting negatively or going on about how brave he was, a more neutral response was actually quite refreshing.
"You do know that nobody would give a shit if they knew, right?" Flambae continued. "I mean, they don't give a shit that I'm gay."
"Someone not being homophobic doesn't mean they're not transphobic."
"I mean, yeah, that's right but come on. The others can be dicks," he was one to talk, "but they're not monsters. Listen, I'm not saying to go running around waving a pink, blue, and white flag or whatever but if they did find out they wouldn't care." He paused for a moment before adding, "But I was serious when I said I won't tell them. Come out or don't. That shit's your business, not theirs or mine."
Robert opened his mouth to respond when a loud burst of laughter from the other side of the room stopped him. The most annoyed look suddenly came over Flambae's face as his eyes moved to the source of the noise and took another gulp of his drink. Robert looked over to find a very attractive short and slender man talking with a giant covered in tattoos, his hand on his arm, standing a little closer than what was really necessary. His companion was just eating it up.
"Well, looks like someone's getting lucky tonight," Robert said, wondering when the last time that had been him. It wasn't just his gender, being Mecha Man as well had made it so that relationships had never been the easiest to maintain. Romantic or otherwise now that he thought about it. How many friends had he actually had outside of Chase? Damn, now he was just getting sad.
"That was supposed to be me," Flambae said, now looking away from the men but still wearing a less than pleased look on his face. "The twink was my date."
"I'm sorry? That's your date?"
"Was supposed to be. He's the one that suggested we even come to this shithole and then he ups and ditches me."
"Wow, Flambae, that sucks." While not the most eloquent of words, he did feel bad for him. Especially seeing as Flambae did seem to be taking it badly.
"He was the guy I went out with last week." Ah, so he was the one Flambae had broken into the SDN showers for. He then yelled, no doubt in hopes the other would hear, "An idiot who doesn't read goddamn profiles properly!" This earned him no reaction.
"Alright, what the hell happened between you two?" Now Robert was intrigued.
Thankfully, Flambae seemed to have no issue with spilling the tea. "Okay, so, tonight's our second date and I'm over here thinking maybe I'm gonna get lucky. This guy is all over me, meaning he wants it too, right?"
"Typically. What happened? Read the room wrong? He wasn't into it?"
"No, he was into it. He just wasn't interested in the same way I was into it," he scoffed. A little more heated, he continued with, "It says exactly on my profile that I am one hundred percent a bottom. His says he's vers so I'm all, like, score, you know? But noooo. He doesn't top guys bigger than him. Turns out the bastard never even fucking read my profile. Just looked at my pretty face and went for it. Seriously, what's even the point of online dating if it isn't to have all that shit out in the open?"
"It's like swiping through a catalogue to see if you're compatible. Makes things a lot easier, doesn't it?" Robert said as he realised why the man was drowning his sorrows. Always shitty when you think you're going to get some only to be cockblocked by something that could easily be avoided. He tried not to smirk as he added, "So, you like being topped by smaller guys?"
"We all got our thing, Bobbo."
"I'm just surprised he looked at you and saw a top. I had you pegged as a bottom he moment I met you."
"Bitch, you don't have the metaphorical balls to peg me," Flambae said with a smirk. And was it just Robert or did it look strangely flirty?
"Metaphorical, huh? That's a pretty big word. I'm impressed."
Flambae only scoffed but didn't fire back with his own jab. Which was good because Robert's mind was beginning to blank as he took the moment to process what he'd said. Robert had for sure thought about that before. Only briefly but it had been there. He'd wondered what it would be like to have Flambae at his mercy, to have him melt under his touch. And with the way Flambae was eyeing him, maybe he'd thought about it, too? Or maybe he was just too horny to think right and was flirting with the first male in makeout distance. Was he even flirting? With every second of silence that passed between them, the desire to know was growing stronger. The right thing to do was to leave, finish his drink and walk away but there was something pulling him to the other man. Maybe it was his own form of desperation from being so alone for so long but whatever it was, in the end he took the plunge.
"As strange as it is to say, I can actually relate to you in that regard," he said as he looked down at his nearly empty glass. "Being a non-op trans man, I constantly get people thinking I'm a bottom. It's frustrating to say the least when stereotypes and preconceived notions get in the way of things."
"Fucking tell me about it," Flambe said and was Robert crazy or was he leaning in closer? "So, question, how many dicks you got?"
"What?" Robert had to laugh at that one. "As in dildos? That's a little personal, don't you think?"
"I admitted to wanting my back blown out by a guy half my size. There is no barrier tonight, Bob Bob."
Oh, he was for sure flirting with him. That was usually what it meant when a guy wanted to know about your dick. Things were going places that they really, REALLY shouldn't be. But, against all better judgement, he found himself saying, "You know, you don't necessarily need a dick to top someone. I do still have hands and a mouth, after all."
"Oh?" Flambe's eyes locked onto Robert's lips, most likely imagining exactly what he would do with his mouth. Wanting to tease him a little, he poked his tongue out to lick his bottom lip before pulling it in to give it a gentle nibble. He could have sworn he heard Flambae's breath hitch. Time to push things a little further.
"It's not exactly hard to make a man melt. You just need to know the right places." In a risky move that could have ended with Robert being burned to a crisp, he reached out a hand to gently run a finger from beneath Flambae's ear to his collar bone. The touch was light but the way his eyes were blown wide, it was effective. The corner of Robert's mouth twitched as he tried to hide a smug smile. Noticing the arm Flambae had resting on the counter top, he placed that same hand over his. When he didn't pull away, Robert knew he was in. Literally.
Was this really okay? Hooking up with someone you work with is never okay and this was Flambae for crying out loud. The first time they met, Robert got him arrested and cut off his fingers. Then there was the whole tooth thing. Not that Flambae knew that had been him...shit, right, that made things ten times worse. He had no idea he was Mecha Man, a guy he would definitely torch if given the chance. Maybe this was a mistake. He should back out now, saying he was a lightweight and that the one drink had gotten to him so bad he didn't know what he was doing.
While that was the right thing to do, the right thing to do went out the right goddamn window as Flambae gave him this grin that made him absolutely melt. "So, yeah, I have a question. Do you live around here?"
"Damn, bitch, you live like this?"
The immediate judgement of his home wasn't unexpected and, honestly, wasn't unwarranted. The place did kind of suck. Crouching down beside Beef's bed, scratching the dog's belly, Robert looked up at Flambae as he said, "I never really spent much time here when I was doing the whole superhero thing. Never really saw a point in decorating."
"But you do know the least you could do is have a couch, right?" He then added, "Still not going to say exactly who you were, huh? Come on, it's the gentlemanly thing to do before eating a guy's ass."
The image of his face buried between Flambae's cheeks almost had him wanting to say he was Mecha Man. Instead he simply shook his head as he said, "Sorry but certain things are off the table when it comes to pillow talk."
"It's because you were a really sucky hero, isn't it? I already know you don't have any powers so that was it, huh? A sucky no power hero."
"Yup, you got me. Terrible at the job. Awful outfit, too. The neon colours were so bright that I wasn't allowed anywhere near airports because I kept on blinding the pilots."
"It had hot pink, didn't it? I bet it had hot pink."
"It was about eighty percent hot pink."
This was strange. He was actually joking around with Flambae and neither of them seemed to want to rip the other's head off. He was genuinely enjoying himself and they hadn't even gotten to the sex portion of the evening. This was dampened slightly, however, when Flambae stuck his head into the room that should have been the bedroom and let out an incredulous, "Bitch, where's your bed?!"
Robert hooked a thumb towards the green plastic chair in the middle of the living room.
"Oh, hell no," Flambae said with a sour expression. "What? You plan on fucking me on the floor?"
"Or against the wall could work." Okay, he did feel a little bad for not having a proper bed to fuck Flambae on and, looking around his home, the place really was a terrible place to have sex in. It was clean but not exactly homey. So, with a sigh, he told him, "Listen, if you've changed your mind that's fine. We don't have to do this if you don't want to."
"If I didn't want to I'd say so. No one makes Flambae do anything he doesn't want to," he said, arms crossed over his chest. "Now, where do you keep your dicks?"
Pleasantly surprised at Flambae not wanting to back down, Robert stood and motioned for him to follow as he led him into the not-bedroom. He opened the closet, the only piece of furniture in the room, to reveal his sparse collection of clothes but, more importantly, the small cardboard box on the bottom. He knelt on the floor and pulled it out, Flambae kneeling beside him. He took off the lid to reveal three noticeably dick shaped items.
The first was purple and a little on the smaller side, a great toy for warmups. The second was a lot more realistic in both shape and appearance. It matched Robert's skintone perfectly and if you didn't look too hard it could be mistaken for the real thing. It was by far Robert's favourite of the three, the realism making it really feel like an extension of his body. Neither of those, however, were what caught Flambae's attention. No, instead he went for the third item, one Robert impulse bought at two am after a little too much bourbon.
He let out an impressed whistle as he pulled out all ten inches of dark blue. "Holy shit. Didn't think you'd have something like this in here, Robbo. How often you use this thing?"
"Uh, never, actually. Haven't really invited anyone over since getting it. Don't know it anyone would agree to it if I did, though. It's pretty intimidating," Robert said, trying not to think too hard on his feelings when it came to possibly using the thing on someone. While the actual buying process was something of a blur, he could still remember the way his heart fluttered when he unpackaged the monstrosity. It'd been enough spank material for a good few weeks after.
"For real?" Flambae asked, turning it over in his hands to examine it. "Damn, this is a quality piece of work. It'd be a waste for it never to be used." The implication of his words didn't fly past Robert.
Leaning in Robert said, "It was pretty expensive. Know anyone interested in breaking it in?"
"I might," he answered with a smirk.
Wanting to toy with the other, he quickly put on a frown and added, "But it might be a bit much for you, don't you think? Maybe we should go with the smaller one."
At this, Flambae let out a bark of laughter. "Bitch, don't insult me. Got one back out home that isn't much smaller than this. Believe me, I can take it."
Robert opened his mouth to say something but was unable to utter even a word thanks to how much of a goddamn horny idiot he was in that moment. His body felt like it was on fire over the image of Flambae, head thrown back, sweat dripping down his body, a look of absolute bliss on his face as he rode a toy most would find too terrifying to go near.
"Colour me impressed," Robert said, doing his best to sound calm while his mind was screaming. "I take it that's the one you want to use?"
"Obviously. Neither of those toothpicks are going to get me off." He said it like it was the most obvious thing and that only excited Rober more.
"If that's true then you're definitely going to need some major prep. What was that about me eating your ass earlier?"
Flambae didn't say a word as he stood, grabbing onto Robert's arm to pull him up with him. He began undoing Robert's shirt but his large hands soon grew frustrated with the finicky little buttons and instead grabbed onto each side of the fabric and pulled. It opened quickly after that, revealing a white vest underneath and a very annoyed Robert.
"Careful!" he snapped. "If a button's come off-"
"What? You'll spank me?"
The urge to wipe that shit eating grin off of Flambae's face was strong and there was only one way he could think of to do it. Grabbing onto that gaudy as hell suit of his, Robert pulled Flambae down into a kiss that was rough, sloppy, too much teeth, and, above all else, absolutely perfect.
As Flambae was sucking on his tongue, Robert slid his suit over his shoulders, Flambae not letting go of his mouth as he helped pull his arms out the sleeves. Once it was down to his waist, Robert immediately let his hands explore over that broad chest that taunted him daily. It was a strange kind of hell watching him walk around practically shirtless every day in that skintight outfit and never being able to do anything about it. He wanted to savour this. He soaked in every movement of fingers through coarse hair, hand pressing against a firm chest made out of pure muscle. The kissing only stopped for Robert to remove his vest and, of course, to eye Flambae as he dropped the rest of his suit.
"Is that a thong?" Robert asked as he stared at the black material barely covering Flambae's groin that made him want to do very terrible things to the man.
"Not many types of underwear I can use under this thing that doesn't show. Why? You don't like?" From his tone it was obvious that he knew Robert did, in fact, like.
Robert scratched his chin, pretending to be in deep thought as he said, "You know, I'm not sure. Might need to get a better look at it. How about a little twirl so I can get the full picture?"
He was surprised when Flambae actually turned around, giving him a wonderful view of the basically bare behind. Then to add to it all he lifted his arms and flexed, leaving Robert to marvel at the way his muscles bulged. Fucking showoff.
"Okay, those don't look half bad," Robert said before adding very nonchalantly, "Mind leaving those on while I fuck you?"
"Fine but if they're ruined you're buying me a new pair."
Robert could live with that.
It was then he noticed how much more clothed he was than the other man. He made quick work of removing his vest, hands stopping on his belt when Flambae said, "Holy shit, man. The hell happened? You lose a fight with a lawnmower or something?"
Confused, it took him a moment to realise he was talking about all the scars decorating his torso. "I used to be a hero, remember?"
"Yeah but I don't know many heroes that look that fucked up. You must have been really bad at your job."
Okay, that one stung a little. He tried to wave it off by saying, "This is terrible pillow talk."
"Your ass doesn't even have a pillow."
Robert removed his belt and then his pants, leaving him standing there in black boxer briefs. He noticed the way Flambae's eyes roamed over him and for a moment he was expecting another jab but as he watched as he drank him in, the gaze seemed downright appreciative. Eyes very much still glued to his body, Flambae asked, "So, there any rules I gotta follow?"
"Such as?" he asked, a questioning brow raised.
"Like, are there any parts of your body that are a no go area or whatever?"
"Are you asking if there is anything that would trigger my dysphoria?"
"I mean, yeah, I guess? Hey, sex is supposed to be fun, right?" Flambae told him with a causal shrug. "You know what's not fun? Your partner curled up in a ball, freaking out because you groped somewhere you're not supposed to grope."
Robert frowned. "Is this you talking from experience?"
Flambae gave a slight grimace. "Yeah, you're not the first trans man I've hooked up with. There was this guy a couple of years back where I did a thing, he did not like the thing, and I spent like an hour rubbing his back trying to calm him down."
"Shit," was all Robert could say, wide eyed. His surprise morphed into a smile as he added, "But it's nice to know you can be tender with someone when needed."
That earned him a wave of the hand and a, "Fuck off."
Robert chuckled. "But just so you know, I don't have any major no go areas. My main deal is I don't like things inserted in me. While not total breakdown worthy, it does make me uncomfortable. It's why I only top." That and having someone writhing beneath him, begging for his cock was a huge turn on.
"Should I avoid that area completely or is a little touching okay so long as I don't dive right in?" Flambae asked, head tilted slightly in a way that reminded Robert somewhat of a puppy. A very horny puppy that could shoot fire out of its paws.
"Touching is fine. Encouraged even," Robert answered and this earned him a grin.
"So, this is alright then?"
He reached out a hand to slot between Robert's legs, his fingers against his slit while his palm was pressed to his clit. With two experimental rubs, Robert was smiling as he said, "Okay, yeah, that's very much alright."
"If you liked that then you'll fucking love this."
Robert was surprised as Flambae suddenly dropped to his knees. Placing a small kiss on his inner thigh while hands reached up to hold onto his hips, Robert could already feel himself growing wet in anticipation. Then again, he was so pent up from all the flirting that it was amazing his underwear wasn't already drenched. And from the fiery look Flambae was shooting him, he planned on that being the case very soon.
Placing his head between his legs, pressing his tongue flat to his clothed entrance, he licked a long stripe upwards, ending in him flicking the tip of his tongue across his clit. Robert let out a low groan that only seemed to fuel Flambae, the man then proceeding to slide along his hole, a wet patch soon appearing, a mixture of saliva and Robert's own juices. It was when he wrapped his lips around Robert's engorged clit and sucked that Robert knew he was done for.
The urge to go further grew stronger with every action of that wonderful mouth. Staring down at him, he placed on hand on the back of his head while his other grabbed ahold of his ponytail. He worried for a moment he was holding on too tight but the little moan it earned him from the man was a good signal he probably liked that. Robert held him firm, pressing him as close to his crotch as he could as he began gyrating his hips against Flambae's face.
With each thrust a new wave of pleasure ran over him, helped immensely by the vibrations of Flambae moaning against his clit. It was amazing how into servicing him he was and with the skill at which he did it, it was almost like he was designed for it. Hard to believe anyone would think the man groaning around his micro dick was anything other than a bottom. He had to hear more of what kind of beautiful noises this mess of a man could make.
"Fuck, I'm getting close," he said as his movements became more erratic trying to chase that high of completion. When it finally hit, he pushed Flambae so hard against him that anyone whose head was not clouded by a sea of lust would be worried he was suffocating the man between his thighs. When he came down enough to be coherent, he let Flambae go for the man to fall back on his rear end, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Sweat beaded his forehead and chest but, more importantly, he was so hard the tip of his dick was peaking out from his thong, a bead of pre leaking from the tip. Seeing him already so messed up from servicing someone was an image Robert wouldn't be forgetting any time soon.
"Holy shit," Flambae said as he sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth.
"My thoughts exactly," Robert said with a smirk. He then lowered his voice and added in the most seductive tone he could muster, "Now, why don't you flip over and get on your hands and knees so I can return the favour?"
"Fucking finally!" Flambae laughed before flipping over to be on his hands and knees.
Robert kneeled down behind Flambae, loving the view of his thick backside in his face. While not exactly a religious man, he really had to fight the desire not to give thanks to every god he could think of for the wonderful meal he was about to receive. He moved the string aside before pulling his cheeks apart, mouth salivating at the puckered hole now in sight. It seemed to wink in anticipation and knowing it would be cruel leaving it waiting even a second more, he pressed his face to him and got to work.
Flambae gasped as he felt a tongue start lapping at his entrance, Robert going at it like it was the tastiest delicacy he'd ever sampled. The choked hiccup sound he made when Robert pushed into him was one he wouldn't be forgetting any time soon. As he continued on with his work, his hand reached around to take Flambae's cock in his hand. It was slippery thanks to all the pre dribbling from the tip, making it nice and easy to slide up and down his stiff shaft.
"Deeper. Please, I need you deeper in me," Flambae begged, followed by a slow moan as Robert shoved his tongue in as far as it could go. But with every motion he was starting to think maybe it wasn't enough, not for either of them. And, so, he pulled back to replace it with two fingers, the digits sliding in easily thanks to the prep from his mouth. He began piston them in and out, fingers curling in an attempt to find that sweet spot that would make his eyes roll back in his head. He knew he'd found it when Flambae yelled, "Fuck!"
Robert added a third finger as he did his best to hit it over and over and over again. If he wanted to fuck Flambae with his silicone dick proper then he'd need to be nice and stretched and damn if he wasn't enjoying it. A fourth finger and he was practically fisting him now. At this point Flambae was gasping for breath so hard it sounded like he'd run a marathon and was about to collapse. It was music to his ears, causing his groin to burn. He had to fuck this man, take him in every position imaginable, bend him until he broke. He needed to destroy him.
"Oh god!" Flambae cried out as his seed spilled all over the floor. Robert removed his fingers, admiring the way Flambae's hole gaped from being thoroughly fucked.
He opened his mouth to say something when a soft whimper drew both of their attention to the door where Beef stood staring at them. While Robert was really hoping he hadn't been watching them the whole time, Flambae grumbled something as he stood up on shaky legs, doing his best not to fall over as he waddled over to the door.
"Sorry, mutt," he said as he looked down at Beef who just wagged his tail at him, "but this is a private show."
Robert grabbed his harness from the wardrobe floor, putting it on over his underwear along with the dildo Flambae had chosen. He picked up the nearly full bottle of lube that had also been in said wardrobe (which had become the place where he messily shoved whatever into) and popped the cap to pour a generous amount along the shaft. It sure as hell wasn't nearly full when put back.
The moment Flambae closed the door, Robert was on him, slamming him against the smooth surface with a loud thud. Being so much stronger and larger, Flambae could have easily thrown him off but with the way he made no move to do so had Robert guessing he wasn't exactly upset about the sudden rough handling. He then grabbed the man's hair tie, yanking it off to free those long dark locks to fall around his shoulders. Burying his face in his hair, he deeply inhaled that wonderful scent of apricot.
"You got some sort of hair fetish, Bob Bitch?" Flambae questioned with a hoarse laugh.
Without answering Robert pulled aside the underwear once more, pressing the tip of his erection to Flambae's more than eager entrance. One hand in his hair and the other on his hip. He wanted more than anything to slam into him as hard as humanly possible but knew better than to play recklessly with something that size if they didn't want a one way trip to the emergency room. So, he started slow, eyes glued downward as he watched Flambae take that first inch.
Robert waited a moment then asked, "You good?"
"Seriously? I barely feel anything. Come on, give me more than that. I can take it." He sounded downright annoyed at him for daring to go easy and actually caring for his comfort.
"Wow. You're really hungry for it, aren't you?" Robert chuckled, doing his best not to show in his voice exactly how much those words got to him. Going slow was just as much for his benefit as it was for Flambae's. He needed a moment or two to reel himself in to stop from slamming into the man, to hear him scream and completely fall apart.
Another inch then another and he paused once again. This earned him a frustrated growl from the man he had pinned to the door.
"Seriously? Are you trying to put me to sleep? Come on, bitch, fuck me!"
This was followed by a grunt as Robert's grip on his hair tightened so much he had to have pulled more than a few strands lose. Not that Flambae had a chance to complain about his precious hair as, no sooner had he shit on him for his lack of brutality, Robert decided it was best to give the man exactly what he wanted. Completely ignoring any past reservations he had, Robert snapped his hips so that in one swift moment he was filling him all the way to the base. Flambae let out a strangled cry and it was in that moment Robert knew he would give anything to hear that sound every day for the rest of his life.
His movements were fast and hard, showing absolutely no mercy to the man that was now moaning like a whore around his cock. Robert's hand moved from his hip to wrap around his front, flipping between groping at his large pec and tweaking a nipple that was soon getting so much abuse it became red and puffy. Not that Flambae seemed to mind if the sounds he was making and the way his body trembled was anything to go by.
"You like that? You enjoy being made my bitch?" Robert said with a laugh that almost sounded manic as his hold on his hair only seemed to grow tighter. He got a perfect view of that spot between Flambae's neck and shoulder and in that moment was when he lost himself. Flambae yelled out something unintelligible as teeth grazed along soft flesh, not a proper bite but as hard as he could without leaving a mark. There was a small part of Robert that felt himself saddened at the fact. After all, he wanted everyone to see exactly who the wannabe hero belonged to, but that was exactly why he couldn't leave a single blemish behind. Because if anyone found out about them then it could cause more problems than he was willing to deal with, so, there had to be no evidence of what they'd done.
But if others couldn't see exactly how thoroughly he'd made him his then he'd have to settle for only him knowing, then. He could bite his inner thighs so that ever time he spread him he would see exactly who it was Flambae screamed for. Or he'd grip so tightly onto those gorgeous hips of his enough to leave bruises that would last for days. His mind was swimming with all the ways he could mark him because, of course, there had to be a next time. Robert didn't think he'd be able to live in a world where he didn't have Flambae pressed against him begging to be fucked.
Robert let go of Flambae's neck, tongue running along the bruised skin before giving it a kiss that could best be described as loving. Then he bucked his hips so hard that the way Flambae keened sounded downright comical. "Holy fuck, that's the spot," he sobbed while Robert continued to move his hips. "You're hitting me so fucking deep."
Robert's hand slid down his chest, stopping briefly to appreciate abs that took years of hard work to build, before reaching a dick so red and hard it had to be painful. The underwear had slipped down his hips slightly, leaving his throbbing member nearly fully exposed and in the perfect position to be grabbed. Fingers moving in time with his thrusts, Robert imagined the man had to be close with the strangled noises he was making. Truth was so was he. He'd never actually come from only wearing his strap before, the toy being more for his partner's pleasure and one hell of a warmup for Robert before the other person finished him off with their hand or mouth. Maybe he was still riled up from his previous orgasm or maybe it was the way Flambe trembled against him, whatever it was, he wasn't going to last long.
"R-Robert!" Flambe gasped as his moves became more erratic as he chased that familiar high of completion. Hearing him say his actual name and not some stupid nickname for once did something to him. The chosen name he'd fought so hard to get the right to use.
"Say it again," Robert growled as he rested his head on his shoulder, chest pressed so close to his back it was like they were molding into one. "Say my name."
Without missing a beat, Flambae began to chant, "Robert, Robert, Robert," as if he were praying and the other man was his god. Flambae's entire body tensed as he let out one final, "Robert, fuck!" and he was releasing all over the door and Robert's hand. Knowing he'd been the one to cause him to be so undone had the dispatcher's own orgasm hitting him right after. The next few moments were a blur, Robert only being vaguely aware of pulling out and Flambae collapsing onto the floor with a quiet groan. As the pleasure high began to come down, his eyes fell to the man now leaning his back against the door, taking in the full picture of a man thoroughly fucked. Flambae's usually immaculate hair looked like it'd been attacked by an industrial fan while sweat beaded every part of his body and his cheeks were flushed an absolutely gorgeous colour. Truly a sight to behold.
"What? You just gonna stand there all day and stare at me?" Flambae snapped as he fought to catch his breath.
"Just admiring my work," Robert said with a grin.
"Yeah, whatever." Flambae was silent for a minute before adding, "Take that thing off and come down here."
"Uh, why?"
"So I can hold you, asshole."
Robert's brows went up to his hairline as he realised what Flambae was asking. "You want to cuddle?"
"Urgh, forget I said anything," Flambae said as he tried to stand up, his cheeks now flushed for a very different reason.
Robert slipped off his harness and responded with, "You know, a little bit of R and R sounds pretty good right about now." He then put a hand on Flambae's shoulder to gently lower the man back down. Still exhausted, it wasn't a hard fight. Robert then sat down beside him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders to pull him in close. This position wasn't good enough for the other, however, as he grumbled a, "Yeah, no" before moving to sit between Robert's legs, leaning back so that he was pressed to his chest. He then took Robert's arms and wrapped them around his waist as he sighed a, "Much better. Gotta do every damn thing around here." The position probably would have worked better with the larger Flambae as the big spoon but Robert wasn't exactly complaining. It was actually pretty comfortable.
As the two settled in the afterglow, the clearing of his mind had Robert taking into account what they'd just done. Which was fucking. He'd fucked his coworker. And he wanted to do it again. Resting his chin on Flambae's shoulder, the man shivering slightly as a hot breath whispered into his ear, "Question. Is this going to be a one time thing or...?"
Flambae laughed as he said, "Please. You really think you could handle never having this ass again? Just because I used to be a villain doesn't mean I'm a monster."
"Ah, so, you want to hook up again for my benefit? You're so kind."
"I know."
The room grew quiet as the two just sat there in comfortable silence. Knowing this was on the table for another time sent a shiver of anticipation throughout Robert's body. Flambae may have been kind of a dick but he was an attractive dick and, strangely, not bad to talk to. Maybe they could spend more time together outside of work and sex? Oh god. Was he actually thinking of asking Flambae of all people on a date? Would he even say yes? If someone had suggesting such a thing to him that morning he would have said hell no but now? Now he wasn't so sure. Flambae seemed ridiculously comfortable in his arms. So, it wasn't that strange of an idea, was it? There was one little problem, however.
Flambae had no idea he was Mecha Man, the same hero who, not only got him thrown in prison, but who also cut off his damn fingers. Robert had tried not to think that hard about it when he found out the two would be working together. The whole finger incident had been a terrible affair, sure, but a necessary one. His back had been against the wall and if he hadn't then Flambae could have done a lot worse to him than losing a couple of digits. But no matter how much he tried to reason with himself over it, he still couldn't help the guilt that was gnawing at him. He needed to apologise, but he couldn't exactly do that without revealing who he was. Although, would that really be a bad thing? If Flambae knew he was Mecha Man?
The more he thought about it, the more the desire to tell him grew. Not only did he need to say sorry for the whole finger thing but sleeping with someone without them knowing you were the one two make them two less digits short of a full hand? Also, the prison thing. He was less willing to apologise for that one seeing as he pretty much deserved at least a little jail time for all those crimes he committed. And there were a lot. Should he also say sorry about the tooth? Yeah, probably. The list of 'My bad' was a long one.
"Flambae?" Robert started, chin resting on his shoulder. "I have to tell you something."
"What? One mind blowing fuck and you're already in love? Figures." While he couldn't see it, he could hear the taunting smile in his voice.
He turned his head slightly, the scent of Flambae's shampoo mixed with his sweat hitting his nostrils in a way that was strangely calming. Fighting not to lose his nerve, he said, "Hey, promise me you won't get mad enough to burn down my apartment building?"
"Okay, now you're starting to freak me out, Robert," Flambae answered, a hint of unease in his clear in his voice, but all the smaller man could think about was how amazing his name sounded on that tongue even when he wasn't in the middle of fucking him raw.
Robert swallowed hard, took one more sharp inhale of that wonderful scent, then said, "I'm Mecha Man."