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"You're fucking Flambae, ain’t you?"
Robert's head whipped up. He nearly dropped the headset in his hands in shock. He stopped himself from licking the bite mark Flambae left on his lip.
"I- What are you talking about?"
Chase gave him an incredulous look.
"Come on, kid. I don't have dementia. Flambae comes in looking like he lost a fight to a fucking octopus, then he drags you off during your break. A break that you went twenty minutes over, mind you. And you know who was unavailable for missions for twenty fucking minutes? Flambae."
"We're not-"
"Listen, there's no point in denying it. I'm not blind. You have more hickeys on you than a pornstar right now. I'm just wondering what the fuck you think you're doing. Flambae? Seriously?"
Robert sighed, rubbing a hand down his face.
"I know it's unprofessional."
"Fuck unprofessional!" Chase jabbed a finger into his chest. "You're fucking around with a fucking supervillain! One that Mecha Man busted up, mind you. How do you think he'll react if he finds out, huh? I don't think your little relationship can survive that."
"It's not a relationship. There's no feelings involved. So what if he finds out? I'll just end it."
"Please! I know you. You get way to invested in these types of things. You think I didn't see the way you looked at Blazer after knowing her for what, two days? I don't want you to get hurt. Your father-"
Robert stood abruptly, pushing his chair back.
"I can handle myself," he threw his backpack over his shoulder. "I know what I'm getting into."
"Do you?"
He walked away.
The moment they crossed the threshold into Flambae's apartment, Robert was pressed against the wall. Flambae's tongue explored his mouth as he worked his hands around Robert's thighs. He lifted Robert off of the floor, grinding against him before carrying him towards his bedroom. Robert flung his arms around his neck to avoid falling.
He bounced when Flambae threw him onto the bed. Robert started unbuttoning his shirt as Flambae simply stood there, staring at him.
“Well?” Robert questioned, beginning to unbuckle his belt. “Take your clothes off.”
Flambae was quick to comply, stripping out of his suit while Robert took off the last of his clothes.
”Come here.”
He crawled onto the bed, coming to a stop when he was practically straddling Robert’s hips. With their height difference, Robert was practically eye level with Flambae’s chest since he was kneeling over him. His eyes traced the tan lines marking where his suit exposed his broad chest. Robert’s hands found the sides of Flambae’s waist as he latched onto one of Flambae’s nipples, sucking it into his mouth. Flambae’s breath hitched, and Robert could feel the shiver that travelled through him.
Flambae’s cock bumped against Robert’s stomach, a line of pre-cum briefly connecting them before it broke. Robert rolled his other nipple between his fingers, twisting a moan out of Flambae. He switched sides, leaving the nipple he was sucking red and shiny with spit. He ran his hand over Flambae’s tits, gliding through the smattering of chest hair decorating it. Flambae gripped Robert’s hair as he bit down on the flesh surrounding his nipple, a loud moan tearing itself out of his throat. He whimpered when Robert retracted himself from his chest.
“Don’t you have neighbors?”
“Fuck the neighbors,” Flambae panted.
“And here I thought you wanted us to fuck.”
“Shut up.”
Robert twisted them around. It took a surprisingly little amount of effort to get Flambae to lay down on his back. Flambae had taken his hair out of his ponytail at some point, but Robert had been too occupied to notice. His dark hair spread over the pillow below his head. Robert occupied the space between his legs as he admired the sight below him.
“Your tits are fucking gorgeous.”
Flambae’s face turned red. Whether from anger, embarrassment, or arousal Robert couldn’t tell. He simply reached down and cupped both of them in his hands. They had a slight give as Robert massaged them, quiet moans escaping him at his touch.
“Wasn’t the whole point of privacy so we didn’t have to be quiet?” Robert smirked down at Flambae. “I want to hear you sing for me, baby.”
He traced his thumb along the sensitive skin of his bite mark. That earned him a deep groan.
Robert leaned forward, just shy of lying down on Flambae’s chest. His hands reached down to massage his hips ad he mouthed along the stubble trailing down Flambae’s neck. The short hairs scratched slightly at his lips and nose. Flambae tilted his head back, giving Robert access to more of his neck. He suckled on the sensitive flesh as his hands found Flambae’s ass, groping at the soft flesh.
”Please,” Flambae whined, hard cock grinding against Robert’s abdomen.
Robert lifted himself just enough to be out of the reach of Flambae’s hips.
”Use your words, big guy,” Robert met Flambae’s eyes, almost daring him to break eye contact. “What do you want?”
”I want you,” Flambae whined as he tried to maintain eye contact. “I want… inside. Please…”
Robert’s dick jumped at the thought. He’d be lying if he hadn’t thought of properly fucking Flambae before. Pressing him into the mattress, hearing him beg for him to go deeper, it was an appealing image. He just never expected Flambae to ask for it.
He glanced around the floor of the room. Flambae keened when he pulled away to grab his bag from where he’d thoughtlessly thrown it. He got the bottle of lube, tossing it next to Flambae while he settled back between his legs.
Robert massaged the lube over his fingers. Just as he went to massage the area around his hole, Flambae went rigid. Robert immediately pulled his hand away, searching Flambae’s face.
”Flambae… have you taken someone like this before?”
The man below him turned his head to the side, burying his face in his pillow.
“I need you to tell me, baby.”
"No..."
"Alright. Are you sure you want to do this?"
"Yes," Flambae breathed. "Please."
Robert placed a comforting kiss on his neck. He just laid on top of him for a moment, trying to get him to relax. His dry hand combed through his hair while he massaged his rim. Flambae's breathing slowed, still heavy with arousal, but no longer panicked. He tensed for a second when Robert’s finger prodded at his hole before relaxing.
”You’re doing so good, baby,” Robert whispered in his ear. “Just relax for me. Just like that.”
Robert turned his head, pressing a kiss against his cheekbone. He eased his finger in and out of Flambae until it slid without too much resistance. Robert cupped his face, turning it so he could look him in his bright, orange eyes.
”Are you ready for another?”
Flambae’s eyes glistened as he nodded. His lips were pressed together. Robert met those lips as he slowly inserted another finger. Flambae moaned at the stretch, allowing Robert access to his tongue. Their cocks rubbed against each other between their stomachs, both of them hard and aching. Robert skimmed his teeth over Flambae's bottom lip. He wondered if he could mark him there the same way Flambae marked him.
Robert crooked his fingers, and a moan left Flambae's mouth. His fingers searched for Flambae's prostate, the loud whine he let out confirming when he found it. Flambae fucked himself down on his fingers, seeking more stimulation.
"Patience," Robert scolded, pulling his fingers out.
He reached for the bottle of lube again, lathering it over the length of his cock. Flambae's hand traveled to his own cock, beginning to jerk himself off while he watched. The other hand came up to palm at his chest. The smaller man's dick twitched at the sounds leaving Flambae's mouth. Robert grabbed Flambae's wrists, holding them over his hand. Flambae let out a desperate sound, looking at Robert with pleading eyes.
"Let me take care of you."
Robert kept his wrists in place with one hand as his other reached down to line his cock up with Flambae's entrance. He shut his eyes as he pushed in slowly. Flambae's ass was hot, an impossible warmth wrapped around his cock. He hissed at the heat. Robert rolled his hips as he bottomed out, forcing a choked off moan out of Flambae. He opened his eyes at the sound, and they widened when they took in Flambae's appearance.
Flambae's face was buried in the crook of his elbow, though it didn't do a very effective job of covering his face when Robert was holding his arms up. He could see the shine of tears trailing down the side of his red face, his mouth open and panting hard. Robert quickly let go of his face, and he gently turned Flambae's face towards his. Flambae took the opportunity to throw his arms over his face.
"Hey," Robert spoke softly. "None of that."
He nudged Flambae's arms away from his face, revealing eyes glazed with tears. Flambae sobbed at the loss of his hiding place. Robert wiped at the tears.
"Is it too much? Do you want me to stop?"
Flambae's eyes gained some clarity at that. His legs suddenly wrapped around Robert's waist, pulling him closer. Robert gasped as the movement thrust himself deeper inside Flambae.
"No!" He pleaded. "Please, I need more. I need you. Please... fuck."
Jesus, this man is going to be the death of me.
Robert pulled his hips back and thrust into Flambae, pushing him up slightly on the bed. Flambae's eyes rolled back, tears brimming on his waterline. He began fucking him in earnest, basking in the heat that radiated off his body. Flambae choked out a sob when Robert's cock met his prostate, keening at the bolt of pleasure that shot through his body. His legs tightened around Robert, who was nipping at his collarbone.
"Ah, fuck," Robert moaned. "You're fucking amazing. So fucking good for me, baby."
Robert kissed his cheek, the salty taste of the tears that spilled out at his comment coating his lips. He licked them, savoring the taste and the view he had of his partner.
"Beautiful."
Flambae clenched around him, and Robert's pace quickened. As his thrusts grew sloppy, he wrapped a fist around Flambae's neglected cock, jerking him off at a brutal tempo. The man under him whimpered, and Robert kissed his forehead. It was at that moment that Flambae spilled into his hand, his muscles contracting as he came hard. He threw his arms around Robert's shoulders, hugging him close.
"Fuckin' love you," Flambae moaned.
That pushed Robert over the edge. It didn't occur to him that he forgot to put on a condom until he felt himself filling Flambae with his cum. He rolled his hips against Flambae's ass, making him cry out at the over stimulation as he rode out the last waves of his orgasm. Robert pulled out, some of his cum following soon after. He panted as he looked Flambae over. His ass and cock were flushed red, and his chest was covered in hickeys already beginning to form, the bite mark on his nipple purpling. Robert almost hardened again when he got to Flambae's face. His hair framed his head, some strands sticking to his crimson face, tears trailing down his face. He almost bent down to kiss them away again before he remembered what he said. Flambae didn't seem to realize he said it, his red-rimmed eyes half-lidded and glazed with exhaustion and tears.
"Fuckin' love you."
No, you don't. You would hate me if you knew who I was.
The scariest part was... he had almost said it back.
Instead, he wiped Flambae's tears away with the back of his fingers before asking him if he had any washcloths. Flambae mumbled some directions. Robert left and came back with two damp washcloths. He cleaned off Flambae before he worked on himself. He caught himself running a hand through Flambae’s hair and pulled back. He turned his back to the man as he began gathering his clothes, beginning to dress himself.
"What are you doing?" The man on the bed mumbled as Robert slung his bag over one of his shoulders.
"Getting ready to leave."
"You're not staying?"
Robert stiffened. He put all his remaining strength into stopping himself from turning around. He probably wouldn't be able to go through with it if he did. He should have listened to Chase.
"Why would I?"
Robert heard a sharp intake of breath from behind him. It was soon followed by a tired chuckle.
"Yeah, right."
"I'll see you Monday."
"...Monday."
He walked away.