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Flambae had a plan. He was getting tired of the little... arrangement he had going on with the dispatcher. As much as he enjoyed the fun they had, he was feeling the need for a change of scenery. He approached Robert on Thursday, after work. Well, approached wasn't exactly the right word.
"Oh fuck..." Robert moaned as he came in Flambae's hand. Despite his reluctance to receive any form of reciprocation when they first started meeting up after work, Robert gave into Flambae's offer practically every night after that first blowjob.
Their heaving breaths mixed as they panted together, recovering from their daily rendezvous. Flambae resisted the urge to close the gap between them, to engage in the level of intimacy kissing after their needs were met invoked. Sure, ever since their time in the conference room they tended to make out while seeking their respective orgasms, but they had yet to kiss afterwards again. The kiss they shared that day... it carried more weight than a simple hookup should have. The way Robert had looped his arm around his neck, pulling him close. How Flambae had cupped Robert's head in his hands as they shared a tender kiss, no thought of sexual gratification on their minds, just the presence of each other. Flambae wanted nothing more than to feel that again, but that wasn't what they were. No matter how much his subconscious seemed to want it, they weren't lovers. They both knew what the other wanted from their little exchange. Flambae got to release some pent up tension at the end of the day, and Robert got Flambae's obedience in return. Nothing more, nothing less.
This made what Flambae was about to propose risky, but it wasn't like it was anything romantic. It was just a hookup, like all they're meetings were. The only difference was the setting and the restrictions, or lack there of, they had to follow.
"So," Flambae began as Robert cleaned up the mess they had left. "What do you say tomorrow we do something a little... different."
Robert shot him a warning look.
"What do you mean by that?"
"I mean, it's getting a bit, monotonous, no? Handjobs with the occasional blowjob. How about we go somewhere a little more private tomorrow," Flambae stepped into Robert's space, putting his hands on Robert's hips before venturing lower. A sly grin appeared on his face. "Try something a little more fun."
"I told you before, Flambae," Robert began, though he made no move to seperate from the man. "This isn't about fun."
"Maybe, but it would be a little less risky, wouldn't it?" Flambae leaned in until he could whisper into Robert's ear. "We wouldn't have to be as quiet."
Indecision was written clearly on Robert's face.
"If you're interested, just meet me in the parking lot after work tomorrow."
The next day, Flambae leaned against the side of his car, parked in an empty section of the parking lot. It was a glossy, white muscle car. The Z-team had joked about him getting flame decals on the front of it, but he would never do such a thing. Simple red lines decorated the sides. After all Flambae's mere presence enhanced the look of the car tenfold.
He let his mind wander as he waited for Robert to come out. Would he take the time to admire his car, or would he want to get on the road as soon as possible? He imagined the car ride to his apartment, tension building from anticipation. He imagined Robert getting impatient, trying to discreetly rub his dick through his pants. Maybe Flambae could help him. One hand on the wheel, one hand teasing Robert’s cock. Would Robert let him, or would he tell Flambae to keep his hands on the wheel as he moaned in the passenger seat, scolding Flambae if he tried to sneak a peak. He had to keep his eyes on the road, after all. Maybe-
A hand snapped its fingers in front of his face. Flambae followed the hand to its source, finding Robert with an unimpressed look on his face, his backpack slung over one shoulder.
”You sure you can drive with that?” Robert’s eyes flicked down to the now obvious bulge straining against Flambae’s suit.
Flambae blushed. The fact that just thinking about Robert got him this hard was a bit embarrassing. He laughed, forcing a cocky smile onto his face as he pressed Robert against the side of his car.
”What would you do if I couldn’t?”
It was times like these that made Flambae grateful his front seat was bench-style. Flambae laid flat on his back, his hands on Robert’s hips as they rolled onto his cock, freed from the confines of his suit. Flambae’s favorite part was the fact that Robert’s mouth was on his, which made him whine when Robert pulled away and sat up, his ass grinding against him.
Robert’s shirt had long been discarded. He reached down and made quick work of his belt, taking off his pants soon after, though doing so was a bit awkward in a car. Flambae grinned at what he saw.
”Since when do you go commando, Robert?”
”I just thought it would make this go faster.”
Flambae chuckled.
”You that desperate for me, baby? Been thinking about this?”
Robert's face turned red, his eyes averting. He silently grabbed Flambae's hand, guiding it to the cleft in his ass. Flambae's eyes widened as he felt the hard plastic of a fake gemstone. He gripped the base of the plug, relishing in the sound he pulled out of Robert as he pushed on it slightly.
"Figured you'd be impatient," Robert groaned as Flambae teased the plug out of his hole. "So I prepped myself during my break."
Flambae examined the plug when he pulled it out. The dark, stainless steel of the body was still slightly slick with lube, some of it having dried in the time between Robert's break and now. What caught Flambae's eye was the fiery red of the fake gemstone on the base. If that didn't stroke his ego, he didn't know what would.
Robert had pulled a small bottle of lube from his backpack while Flambae had been staring at the plug. Flambae held out his hand, and Robert deposited a generous amount of lube onto it. He spread it across his fingers, glad he didn't need much time to warm things up. He reached around Robert, deftly inserting two fingers. Robert bucked his hips, sucking air in through his teeth. Flambae crooked his fingers, earning him a broken moan.
"Just like that," Robert breathed heavily. "Right fucking there."
"Feels good, huh, baby?"
"So fucking good," Robert shut his eyes. "You're so fucking good at this."
Flambae's dick twitched at the praise.
Robert pulled down the opening of his suit to take his dick out, rolling a condom from his bag onto it. Flambae pulled his fingers out of Robert and groaned as Robert stroked his cock, slicking it with more lube. With little preamble, Robert lined his cock up with his hole and slowly lowered himself onto it, both of them moaning at the sensation. After he bottomed out, Robert just sat still for a moment, adjusting to the feeling of Flambae inside of him.
Flambae dragged his eyes over his body, the scars that painted it. The bruises and bite marks Flambae gave him during their time in the conference room had not yet completely faded. There were also newer marks from their following escapades. He felt a surge of pride in himself at the sight of them. He started to lift himself onto his elbows, intent on adding more to his collection, when Robert pressed a hand on his chest, pushing him back down onto the car seat.
"Stay."
Robert rolled his hips, making Flambae groan and buck up into him, the grip he had on Robert's hips tightening. He ground down hard, pressing Flambae's hips into the cushion.
"What did I just say?"
Flambae whimpered. He wanted so badly to fuck up into Robert's warmth. Robert leaned forward until his face was inches away from Flambae's.
"Come on, big guy. Don't you want to be good for me?"
A whine escaped Flambae's throat as he nodded his head.
"Good boy." Robert whispered, moving his hips as emphasis.
Flambae's hands stiffened around Robert's waist as he attempted not to move. Robert leaned further, latching onto his mouth. His hands tangled into dark hair as he fucked himself on Flambae's cock. Flambae moaned into his mouth. He moved his hands from Robert's waist to his back, wrapping his arms around him. One hand ventured further up, cradling Robert's neck as he kissed him deep. They occasionally separated to catch their breath before diving back in, hardly staying apart for more than a few seconds at a time.
Robert slid a hand towards Flambae's chest, ghosting over a nipple through his suit. He pinched it between his fingers. Flambae whined and his stomach flexed at the touch. He barely resisted the urge to move. Robert's pace quickened. Their lips separated as he panted, thrusting himself up and down Flambae's cock. Flambae opened his eyes and watched Robert's face twist in pleasure, his eyes shut.
He couldn't resist. Flambae pulled Robert's head down and kissed his freckles like he did in the conference room. He didn't care if it was more tender than a hookup warranted. Robert tensed as he came, cum painting Flambae's abdomen. Flambae's orgasm followed soon after, his cum filling the condom. Robert collapsed on top of Flambae, his head buried in his neck. The cum on Flambae's stomach stuck to his, but both of them were too tired to care. Flambae placed his hand on Robert's head, stroking his hair as he placed a ghost of a kiss on the crown of his head.
Flambae was in way too deep.