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"..i mean, if you're horny, lets do it."
Fambae could barely register those words from Robert as he sat between the others knees, his own pressed against the carpet of his apartment whilst his hands gripped the other's thighs.
Tilting his head up, he stared at the dispatcher through a half lidded gaze, slightly shielded by a few loose strands of hair brushing against his face.
Every time he got into compromising situations with Robert, it felt as though the other was able to piss him off even more so than usual, and that was saying something – but maybe that was why the sex was so good every fucking time, because of the fact he got pissed.
Its not like they were fuck buddies or anything, they'd merely hooked up about two times before and in their defense, they'd both agreed the morning after each time to 'never do that again'... well...
"Who fucking says that? 'If you're horny'?" He muttered against the other's bare thigh with a quiet scoff, grazing his lips against the skin there before gently biting Robert's boxers between his teeth. He himself was also only in his boxers, on the ground between the other's legs, hands trailing over his legs to find a good amount of space to grip onto as his fingertips pressed against the soft flesh.
Flambae could practically hear the eye roll being emitted from Robert as he retorted under his breath, feeling the others fingers brush the wispy strands from his hair back and out of his face, allowing him to get a clearer view of the man both in front of and below him.
Flambae felt weird making eye contact in this position, something about having to stare upwards instead of down at Robert only made him feel more self-aware of the compromising position he was in.
He's been on his knees before, absolutely, but when Robert was the one stroking his hair back, pulling his face closer, getting him all up close and personal with his clothed dick, it did half feel like the other was feeling a little too smug about this – Flambae couldn't even blame him though, he knew damn well he'd be feeling the same way if the roles were switched.
"What- me, i say that." Robert shrugged, raking his fingers away through the top of Flambae's tied back hair, twirling his finger around the strand that fell in front of his eye every now and then, "You were the one muttering about wanting to ride it. 'S not my fault if you're all talk." He added with a hum, grunting as he felt the other's teeth dig into the skin of his inner thigh a little harder.
Flambae let a huff of air exhale through his nose in response to that, his hands trailing slowly up Robert's legs to his boxers still as he left rough kisses against his inner thighs, gently sucking at the skin there too.
He kept his gaze away from the other as he did so, glancing at his clothed dick every now and then whilst his tongue gently lapped over the teeth indents pressed into Robert's flesh.
He didnt need to look at Robert directly to know that he was being affected by his actions. He heard the hitch in his breath, the way his calf twitched, how his fingers dug a little further into his hair, against his scalp.
Was it cruel that it only made Flambae smirk even more against Robert's flesh? Having the upper hand for once over this asshole who lived off of pushing his buttons – though, it was a little hypocritical for Flambae to say that it was only Robert who got off on doing that to him. It was always, and had always been, a back and forth between the two.
"I'm not all talk, you know that. Im just unsure whether or not you'd be able to handle it, Robbo." Flambae shook his head with the corners of his lips upturned, his stubbly beard scratching against Robert's leg before he held his palms on his knees, using them as support to push himself back to his feet as he used the nickname mockingly.
Even now, in their fucking underwear, Flambae was talking down to Robert, despite the fact he'd been the one physically below him just a few seconds ago. He didnt think it was necessarily some sort of complex, just a kind of special.. way of flirting, in a fucked up sense, but still, he wouldn't act this way with people like Punch Up or Waterboy or anyone else for that matter. Maybe except for Prism, but that was strictly platonic flirting, considering the way they both swung. But Robert was undeniably different.
There was always an unresolved tension lying beneath or woven between every letter and syllable they would utter to each other, even in private or mentally. It could be the simplest sentence in the world, but it was always a guarantee that something would be hiding between their words.
And yeah, they'd fucked things out before, twice now, and despite them both committing to never doing it again, somehow, they couldn't help but end up in the situation once more like some sort of inevitable, magnetic, fucking irritating, fate.
Just as Flambae pushed himself to his feet and turned his heel to walk across the room, he felt a force holding him back. As he looked over his shoulder, thats when he saw Robert's calloused hand gripping his wrist, tugging him back forward.
Even now that Flambae was the one looking down at Robert, the dispatcher was the one whose half lidded eyes held that alluring power that made Flambae just want to melt. Their eyes locked and if looks could kill, Flambae would be lying breathless on the floor right now, and not in a good way.
"Do you want to or not?" Robert muttered, the dim light of the lamp sitting against the side table by the couch illuminating his face with an orange glow, an orange glow that Flambae wanted to replace with his own.
He narrowed his own eyes to match Robert's, almost mirroring the other's sensual expression as he absorbed his words and thought of a response. The answer was obvious. Admitting it was the problem – it always was.
With an almost silent breath escaping his nostrils, he dragged his tongue across his teeth behind his closed lips, glancing to the window of the apartment for a moment at the LA sky scrapers and buildings that created the concrete jungle.
"Yes." He scowled, eyes still refusing to look at Robert before all of a sudden, his body was dragged forward in a sudden, expresisve pull from the other's wanting grip.
With a stumble, Flambae fell against Robert on the grey couch, his palms stretching outwards to allow him to catch himself on the back cushions of the sofa whilst his lower body collided against Robert's.
It wasnt the first time he'd been in a depraved position like this, not at all, but the way his back chose to naturally arch into the other, and the way his knees planted themselves beside each of Robert's legs almost needlessly made a wave of docility wash over him, drenching him in a feeling of desire which travelled down to his cock.
With a shaky exhale, Flambae used his palms to push himself away from the backrest of the couch, allowing him to slowly sit against Robert's thighs so their pelvises were almost touching. His eyes dragged up from his own lap to Robert's and up to his eyes, biting his inner cheek as he did so, "A warning, next time, would help." He muttered, a groggy layer of exasperation layered beneath his words.
Despite what he said, he didnt allow Robert the time to respond as he leaned straight forward to the other's mouth, crashing their lips together in symphony whilst one palm gripped Robert's shoulder and the other pushed his shorter hair back for once, feeling their noses bump into each other.
As their lips respectively lapped, Flambae couldn't help but picture their past experiences together. The sound of the headboard slamming, the muffled moans brokenly calling from the pillows, the repition of both their names, jesus christ, it made him lose focus as to where they were right now, about to do it all over again but in a.. different way this time.
Sure, he was stressing again that they'd only fucked twice prior to this, but both times they'd been on his bed and Flambae had been facing away from Robert, on his hands and knees, face shoved against the pillows so that he didnt have to look at the man behind him. Either way, it did always feel somewhat pointless, considering they would both splutter out broken versions of their names whilst it was all happening, kind of removing the whole point of them refusing eye contact.
Thats why this experience felt almost surreal – on the couch instead of a mattress, sitting against Robert's lap, eyes level with one another as their bodies molded together. Weirdest thing of all was that they both wanted it.
Eventually their tongues began to swipe at one another's lips, asking each other for entrance only allowed both their tongues to curl harmoniously, exchanging saliva in pools and strings connecting them together.
Anyone who knew Robert at SDN probably wouldnt expect this side of him – this dirty, almost perverted side. Despite all of that, beneath his lewd behaviour, his caring, proud and supportive personality uplifted his actions through the way his hands travelled around Flambae's waist to the small of his back and against his thigh, supporting him in this position physically and emotionally as their tongues danced in rhythmic bliss. Yes, they could be rough, sure, they could be a lot when together like this, but it was made fucking amazing by the dispatcher's consistent authenticity. He wasnt faking the shit he wanted to give Flambae, he wasnt pretending to be into it, and he showed it through the way he tugged the other in for more.
Flambae didnt even realise what he'd been doing to himself in the midst of all this before he felt Robert's hand move from thigh to his own hand which was palming his clothed dick, shuddering as the sensation it gave his cock was dragged away from himself.
As he did that, Robert was the one to break their intensive make out session, drawing his mouth back from Flambae who only chased after it, a strand of saliva creating a bridge between the two breathless men as Robert planted Flambae's palm against his broad chest, holding it there.
"I promise.. you don't wanna get yourself off. Not right now." Robert muttered hoarsely, sliding the hand against his back up and down his spine in a slow, drawn out massage, keeping him close.
The firey hero grunted in response, his body shuddering for a moment before he nodded and tipped his head back in an attempt to get some more air.
After a few silent seconds, Flambae shifted against Robert's lap and held his shoulders firmly for support, glancing back down at the space, or lack thereof, between them before he slid his fingers down to the waistband of his boxers, eyes flicking up to meet Robert's as he waited for a sign of his approval.
Once Robert nodded in response, Flambae lit a small flame from the tip of his finger which began to burn through the fabric of his boxers. As soon as it tore all the way through the top half, he put out the flame and and ripped the rest of it off, throwing the broken pair across the room whilst he heard Robert murmur, "..Didn't exactly think thats what you were gonna do." With a hint of amusement laced in his tone. Flambae ignored his comment and shifted furfher forward against the other's lap, his hands reaching down to Robert's own boxers now.
He was trying to go somewhat slow, trying to take his time in an attempt to tease the other, give him a taste of his own medicine for once but in reality, he felt more as if he were teasing himself if anything. Usually they got straight to it, tearing clothes off of each other, facing away from one another, leaving the next day and trying to not mention it again and he knew he was being stupid trying to change the pace for once, but something about being able to actually look at the other directly this time round made a switch click in his mind, telling him that he wanted more from this.
The way he removed Robert's boxers ended up in a blur, he couldnt realise if he'd burnt them off too or pulled them off. Either way, he sat against the other's thighs, rolling his hips forward with some shuddering breaths escaping his slightly parted lips, feeling like a whole new person as his cock dragged against Robert's side.
He kept staring down, directly down at both of their dicks which every now and then bumped together, making his shoulders slump in pleasure each time. Clearly it was impacting Robert too, as every time it happened, his grip on Flambae's back and waist tightened, leaving red marks against his hot skin.
It wasn't often he didnt have control over his own powers, but in times like these, Flambae mostly felt as though he couldnt even control his body in general, let alone the power that came with it. Doing his best to maintain his heat, he bit down against his bottom lip, leaning in closer to Robert as he held his shoulders tightly return.
"Fuck.." The hot head seethed through gritted teeth, lifting his head for a moment as he glanced frantically around the room for something, ponytail swishing across his shoulder and resting against his pec before Robert pushed it back behind him.
More so, the dispatcher took hold of Flambae's chin, turning his head back to face him head-on, his own face looking somewhat dishevelled too.
"Lube?" Robert murmured, knowing there obviously wasnt any in Flambae's front room, because who the fuck keeps that shit out in the open like that? As a solution, he let go of his chin and held his hand out instead, palm facing upwards as he stared into Flambae's eyes expectantly.
The hero glanced down at Robert's hand, body beginning to relax again before he raised a brow and scoffed in response, lips curling up a little in disbelief as he shook his head and glanced off to the side.
He couldnt believe what the other was suggesting he do. Sometimes they didnt need words to communicate, and it was in those moments where the most ridiculous things could be conveyed to one another. In his opinion, at least.
Sure, he'd done some questionable things before during intimacy, but with fucking Robert Robertson? The man lived to infuriate and humiliate him, he was sure of it, and it only made him want to defy him more, despite his willingness to comply hiding deep behind his pride.
"There's no way you're expecting me to do what i think you want me to do right now." Flambae said bluntly, staring at Roberts stupid face with a scoff, pushing his hand off to the side.
Even at work, Robert would propose the most ridiculous missions to Flambae sometimes and hell, the others too, but he didnt expect the extent of the man's idiocy to follow him to the bedroom – or, well, the front room couch.
The worst thing was, he always accepted the missions, not because he felt the need to, but because genuinely, something, somewhere inside of him had the urge and want to. Was it to impress Robert? To prove himself? To help others seriously? Even he didnt know the exact answer, but it was undeniable that that same problem was relevent to him here. He had a fucking desire to agree to what Robert wanted.
"What, do you like getting friction burn? Is THAT what you're into?" Robert scoffed with a chuckle, raising a brow and dragging his hands down Flambae's side.
He knew the firey hero was kinky but surely not that obscurely. Hey, he could admit that he liked a bit of pain every now and then, he liked a little bit of a heated burn, but a friction burn was.. something. If anything, he'd always expected Flambae to be into hot wax or some shit, but they hadn't gotten that far in their.. times spent together yet.
"No, i dont- jesus christ, just use your own spit." He rolled his eyes, eyes flickering down once again to their cocks which stood up against their stomachs, making him swallow the lump in his throat.
For someone who'd been between the other's legs earlier, he sure as hell was defiant when it actually came to mouth stuff. Still, his breath hitched every time he caught sight of the other's dick so close to his own, it made his thighs naturally contract whilst he stirred at the view, wanting what was presented to him. Fucking needing it.
"Well, yeah, but yknow, its less hot when its me spitting onto my own hand and i kinda thought we were into the whole thing of me being-"
"Alright, jesus fucking christ, just give me your hand if you're going to be a whiny little bitch about it." Flambae scowled, interrupting the other before pulling his hand back out in front of him, palm open.
For a second, he sat there quietly contemplating his life choices leading up to this event before he leaned over Robert's palm and spat into it, looking up at him through a half lidded gaze as the viscous liquid hung from his mouth before pooling into the other's hand.
He couldve chosen to look away. He couldve decided to refuse eye contact, but no, Flambae fucking wanted this. He wanted the arguing that got them there and the rise of tension, he was acting like a bitch on purpose and Robert was understanding him more and more.
As Robert felt the warm saliva sit against his skin, he continued to hold his hand out to the other expectantly as if he were waiting for something more. He didnt break eye contact, his other hand remaining on the small of Flambae's back as he pulled him a little closer.
Flambae sat upright, staring at the spit and then back up at Robert before again, looking back to the spit. With a scowl and brief eye roll, he shot Robert a glare, "Really?" He muttered before once again, spitting another load into Robert's palm.
It mustve satisfied the dispatcher enough as he hummed in response before sliding his hand down to Flambae's cock, wrapping his fist around it. Immediately, the hero's lips parted and he groaned in surprise and enjoyment, whole body feeling a shiver travel through his nerves whilst his fingers held onto Robert's shoulders.
Slowly, the dispatcher dragged his fist up and down Flambae's veiny cock, practically stretching it with every drawn out, long tug he gave it, making the others mouth stay agape whilst he maintained his audible responses to the waves of pleasure crashing through his lower body.
Robert knew how to use his hands – that, and he generally had a good idea as to how Flambae liked to be touched, where he liked to be touched, and how he responded to it.
His thumb gently rubbed the underside of the man's dick before pressing against a prominent vein there a little more firmly, pulling his curled fingers up his cock in a fluid, steady motion. Every time his fist reached the top of the length, he found himself subtly rubbing the edges of the head, his thumb occasionally sliding over it in an arched, back and forth pattern before leisurely circling around the tip, pushing against it as he felt a few beads of precum spurt from it against the pad of his thumb; Flambae's hips bucking up just a little as it happened, allowing Robert to smear the liquid over the head.
Glancing back up into Flambae's eyes, he watched the way he maintained eye contact with his fist, as if looking away could be considered a crime. His teeth bit down against his lower lip whilst laboured breaths were exerted through his plush mouth with a slight tremble, stomach convulsing with every shaky inhale and exhale.
After a moment, Robert then pulled his hand back from Flambae only to take hold of his own cock, letting a breath he didnt realise he'd been holding in fall from the space between his lips. He tipped his head back on couch whilst his fist tugged his dick up and down in a similar pace to Flambae's, but a little faster, before he shifted the other even closer against him.
With a grunt, Flambae briefly looked down once more, watching the way the light from the side table lamp shone against his wet tip. An ache shot repeatedly through his teased cock as he watched Robert begin to satisfy his own, twisting his wrist as he rolled it up and down, body fully relaxed under his own touch as if he were fully immersed in this world of pleasure.
Flambae wished he could be as lax as the other right now but with the way he'd been touched made it feel practically impossible now that he was even more worked up than before.
After a few more strokes, Robert outstretched his hand and took hold of both his and Flambae's cocks, pushing them up against each other. Flambae couldnt contain the shaky mewl that stirred from the back of his throat as he felt the head of his dick slide against Robert's, his precum mixing with the lubricant saliva coating the others cock as they squeezed together within the dispatcher's fist.
"Oh fuck-" Flambae seethed, almost choking on his own spit for a moment as he felt that tension gripping his dick tightly against the others' whilst it was also stroked, adding layers upon layers of pleasure in the heated moment where their bodies molded together.
As Robert's grip on their dicks became firmer, so did his hold on the small of Flambae's back, again reeling him in closer to the point where the hero could finally throw his head forward rather than back, resting his forehead against Robert's bare shoulder whilst his own fingers continued to dig into the flesh of his bicep and back.
Occasionally, a moan would be muffled as Flambae sunk his teeth into the dispatcher's shoulder, gently thrusting his hips in time with the movement of Robert's fist so that he could rhythmically fuck his hand alongside the other's cock too, rubbing brazenly against each other, spreading Flambae's spit across the skin and creating a thin, connecting line of it between them every time they would briefly stop touching.
As that hand continued to work them both over, Robert shuddered and trailed his other hand up the other's spine, away from the dip in his lower back this time as he felt the end of Flambae's ponytail brush against his fingers, encouraging him to play with the locks he could access.
Flambae groaned groggily into the crook of Robert's neck, feeling his cock ache and begin to tense as he only started to reach a limit, feeling the way the dispatcher's own hard dick pressed firmly against his, feeling an overwhelming sense of emptiness as it all happened.
Wifh a sharp intake of air, Flambae threw his head back before locking eyes with the man he sat ontop of, a strong desire illuminating from his amber, narrowed eyes, "Rid- i need to fucking ride it." He coughed out almost aggressively, slowly stopping the thrusts he was pushing into Robert's fist as he placed a firm palm against the man's pec for support as he shifted, flush against his lap.
Robert's brows went from risen to furrowed as the other pulled his cock away from his own and his hand, making him release his hold on his hair too as Flambae shifted.
"You- what- no prep? Are you skipping prep?" He frowned, fingers dancing across the hero's skin, down to his waist which his free hand took a hold of before eventually his other hand did the same on the opposite side, letting go of his hard cock to ensure Flambae was stable in his way of sitting.
Flambae grunted in response and pushed the strand hairs in front of his face back with his forearm. Even though they'd been rough in the past, they'd always prepped beforehand – Robert fucking cared, and to be honest, it almost terrified the firestarter. Robert, on the other hand, was still persistent, too unwavering for his own good as he added, "Let me do at least one finger, please?" He murmured, furrowing his brows as he stared at Flambae with concern.
As Flambae initially heard him, his lips were already parted, ready to say no as his cock throbbed against his stomach before he heard the additional 'please' added on the end. His eyes instantly flickered up to meet Robert's – he was used to being the one saying that word, so the fact the dispatcher said it now? He knew what he was fucking doing and he knew it worked because without even thinking, Flambae found himself briefly nodding.
"..Alright, yeah." He muttered breathlessly, shuddering. He was too easy and it made him want to mentally slap himself, but hey, at least he could acknowledge the fact he was whipped.
Flambae shifted in place, knees firmly planted beside Robert's legs before he felt the others thumb tilt his chin back up, forcing him to face him. He glanced to the others eyes, feeling his hand steady his face before his index finger slowly crept up to his raw lips, brushing against the plush surface before tapping the bottom lip gently, asking for permission and sliding that finger between the gap when it was silently given.
The pad of his finger pressed down against Flambae's tongue as the firey hero wrapped his mouth around it, exhaling through his nostrils whilst staring down at the digit residing in his wet opening – or more so, staring at the knuckle of that finger and the back of the dispatcher's hand.
His tongue curled around it, wrapping its way over it whilst he hollowed his cheeks in a sucking motion. It was here he realised he was starting to get a little carried away.
Pulling his mouth back from the now slick finger, he coughed under his breath before scoffing, using his forearm to wipe the excess saliva running down his bottom lip.
"You done?" Robert chuckled faintly, holding the dripping finger up with a hum before beginning to shift and adjust the way Flambae sat against him, supporting him upright by the waist to ensure his legs weren't directly pressed against his own, creating a space between their bodies.
"Shut the fuck up." Flambae rolled his eyes momentarily and cleared his groggy throat whilst he watched Robert's hand slide through the space beneath Flambae and above himself. An almost inaudible gasp slipped from the hero's mouth as he felt the sopping, warm finger prod at his entrance, encouraging his mouth to naturally fall open in surprise and sensitivity.
Robert glanced back up to Flambae who shot him a firm look of radiating desire; his cock was telling him enough, it was his face that just served to reinforce it.
As the finger slipped through the tight ring between Flambae's legs, Flambae's teeth gnawed at his bottom lip, his palms tightly gripping Robert's shoulders for support as he made sure he didnt collapse fully onto the finger.
Again, this shouldn't really be much new to them, they'd done this kind of foreplay in the past but the fact that Robert could now see Flambae's face as he did it, alongside the fact they were both acknowledging it, only made the moment feel more real, serious and somewhat embarrassing – for Flambae, a least, because Robert just found it hot.
Seeing the man all worked up over some kissing, dick touching and the very start of fingering did have the dispatcher feeling a sense of unashamed pride, knowing he was able to get Flambae all obedient from just a few actions like that fuelled his want to give him more. Record time, by the way, he'd never gotten Flambae so docile so fast. Maybe riding was the way to go.
As the finger inched deeper, the hero's body began to unwind, relaxing around each centimeter that smeared around his inner walls, pushing in and out but also around in circles in an attempt to widen the expanse he would be able to take.
As Robert concentrated on spreading Flambae's hole, he didn't and couldn't ignore the way the hero's own hand pressed into his shoulders, fingertips digging into the scars that littered the skin around there. The ends of his blunt nails gently scratching against the depressed surface honestly reminded Robert to relax as he was also guilty of tensing in this moment without realising it, his body a little more leant forward before he allowed his back to sink into the couch pillows behind him, making the movement of his finger within Flambae feel more fluid once his muscles let go of their straining.
Clearly it had a positive affect on the firestarter too, as the seething expression etched into his features warped into one of tranquility, eyebrows melting out of their furrowed position back into their natural state whilst he let Robert open him up.
Eventually, the digit was pulled out of his loosened hole, making Flambae shudder and groan under his breath at the overwhelming feeling of emptiness engulfing him.
"Mm, i know. You ready?" Robert muttered, wiping his hand off against Flambae's thigh teasingly, an unsurprised smirk ghosting across his own lips as the man ontop of him swiped his hand away in disgust before pushing his ponytail back over his shoulder.
"Just fucking do it already." His words to anyone on the outside would sound induced with venom, but Robert knew it was a part of the fun. His sharp tongue got him in to trouble both outside and in bed, both times coincidencentally by Robert and he would put money on the fact that it was all done on purpose to elicit those reactions from him. Knowing Flambae though, he guessed he'd never definitively know.
Robert's fingertips pressed into the flesh of Flambae's waist, his thumbs feeling his defined figured whilst he helped him shift over his dick, trying to get him in position. The dispatcher had to focus, eyes continuously glancing to the other's chest which was practically right in his face as he aligned Flambae with himself, glancing up to the others eyes for a second.
"..You sure you'll be read-"
"DO. IT." Flambae raised his voice, a shudder erupting across his body as his chest rose and fell, biting his bottom lip. Robert's eyebrow quirked up in surprise and he scoffed under his breath in response. He knew Flambae had been needy during sex in this past, but not to this extent, not until now anyways.
He narrowed his eyes as he stared at Flambae, lowering him down until he felt the head of his cock begin to breach the other's loosened hole, the rim opening and closing tightly around the tip. Immediately, Flambae sucked the air through his teeth, flat nails digging deeper into Robert's shoulders whilst Robert's only pressed deeper into his waist, clinging onto one another.
Flambae's lips fell open as unsteady huffs of air spluttered out from the back of his throat as he was lowered still down onto the other's dick, stomach twisting and contracting inwards as his inner walls were massaged by the spit-soaked cock beneath him.
Just as he was nearing the base, Robert helped him out by firmly pushing him down on it with added force, causing Flambae to choke out in a surprised response, feeling the man bury himself deep inside of him, feeling every vein protruding from his dick pushing against his walls, feeling every throb encourage waves of pleasure to crash through his body to his own glistening cock, "Oh FUck-" He sharply inhaled, tipping his head back and pulling his upper body closer to Robert's, pushing himself flush against him.
"You wanted me to do it, right? What happened to that attitude, huh? Are you gonna keep being a little bitch about me trying to help or are you gonna be fucking polite for once and take it?" Robert's voice was etched with grit and desire, seeing that surprised reaction from Flambae when he settled around his cock sparked something within him. They'd been in this sort of situation before and Robert would be lying if he said he didnt get off to the idea of Flambae whimpering due to his cock.
Flickering his head back to face Robert's, Flambae's firey eyes met his narrowed ones and the dispatcher didn't miss the pools of liquid swelling along his eyeline, adding a certain gloss to the orange of his iris whilst his pupils dilated wider than he'd seen before.
Robert's hand trailed up from the man's waist, along his chest, up his neck before resting against his jaw, holding his gaze on himself as his other arm wrapped around his side, "Ride it." He muttered huskily, face almost right against Flambae's as he whispered against the stubble of his beard.
Flambae softly groaned in response, scratching the other's shoulders before beginning to reach around his scarred back, body shivering around the cock inside of him as Robert ordered him like that. As he took hold of the man facing him, he lifted himself slowly up from his lap, just a few centimeters, before sliding back down again, manually dragging the man's cock in and out of his sweating, burning body, even if it was by just a little.
Again, their sex in the past was fuelled by their tension following them to the bedroom, but never had it been face to face. Never had Robert spoken like that whilst staring directly into Flambae's eyes, fucking his soul with a simple glare.
It drove Flambae insane. The tears stirring in his eyes weren't due to upset, but due to the mixed feelings of an overwhelming sense of pleasure merged with the sharp pain inside of him that Robert's cock was drawing from him.
He wasn't a crier. He knew that for a fact, but his body was calling the shots tonight, not his mind, and apparently it'd decided to start the waterworks in the midst already vulnerable and pleasuring moment. He tried to ignore it whilst he began rolling his hips with every rise and fall he took against the dick buried inside of him, though he did occasionally let out an involuntary whimper, sending a shot of satisfaction right to his, and Robert's, cock.
Clamping his teeth shut, gritting them together, he stirred and reached for the dispatcher's hair, gripping it whilst he began planting himself firmer against his dick with every slow, drawn out bounce he performed. And he was a performer, absolutely, but he didn't believe acting and performing necessarily went hand in hand. Especially not now – if anything, this was him at his most authentic.
"Fuck... oh fuck..." Flambae muttered strings of vulgarity under his shallow breaths as he rode the other's cock, tipping his head back whilst he began getting more comfortable with each bounce down against the intrusion stroking his wet, inner walls. In response, Robert gripped the roots of his tied back hair, tugging his head back forward to face him again whilst he sat back, doing nothing, letting Flambae work himself over with his hard cock.
"Fuck yeah... that good?" He softly groaned, forcing their eyes to lock as he ran the expanse of his hands across Flambae's body, the tan of his skin glowing brighter in the warm light being emitted from the lamp beside them whilst he massaged his thighs, lazily leaning back into the couch cushions as Flambae did the work, "Thats it, breathe through it." Robert murmured, squeezing the other's leg before his hand took hold of the man's cock once again, making him shudder and jolt against his own.
Flambae's lips parted and a hot breath slipped out of them whilst his cock was slowly stroked to the rhythm of his outdrawn hip rolls. Glancing back down, he took note of the calmness ingrained into Robert's features and in all honesty, it pissed him off.
With furrowed brows and a seething scowl, he took a firmer grip against his shoulders, pushing himself up and slamming down a little harder against Robert's cock in an attempt to rip a reaction from him for once. All that mostly did though was cause himself to choke out a surprised, breathless cry of pleasure and slight pain as his prostate was praised by the head of Robert's cock, sending shivers of ecstacy through his length and up to his stomach in short bursts whilst he pulled his face closer to Robert's, burying his nose into the crook of the other's neck as he stirred out a litany of broken mewls and groans.
His efforts at breaking the other didn't go unnoticed though as Robert moaned under his breath in response, tipping his head back and sliding his hand away from Flambae's dick and thigh so they settled against his waist instead. Whilst the other panted against his neck, he briefly massaged his head for a moment, through the tied back locks of dark hair, just before taking hold of his waist again, "Fuck.. mm, that worked, huh?" He muttered sarcastically, knowing damn well what Flambae was trying to do there.
With a sharp inhale, Robert gently rolled his hips upwards, making Flambae's inner walls tense and grip his aching cock as if he were terrified at the feeling of emptiness, ensuring the other stayed buried inside of him.
As Robert's hips rolled again and again and again, Flambae finally decided to start returning the favour, swaying his own hips forward and back harmoniously with the dispatcher's, forcing their abdomens to brush against one another with his own cock getting squeezed between them, the precum dripping around his head smearing against both his and Robert's flesh.
Both of their heads tipped back, Robert staring half lidded at the ceiling whilst he helped Flambae move in time with himself, teeth coming down to gnaw at his bottom lip whilst Flambae emitted heat not only around his cock, but against his scarred shoulders too.
The silent air around them became thick with the smell of sweat and hazy moans being dragged from the back of their throats as their hips continued to roll in unison, forcing Robert to basically look up at the hero warming his cock, staring up at his face before occasionally glancing to the man's brown nipples which hardened as he took Robert in still.
They couldnt get any closer than this; bodies flush together, hips stirring in fluid synchronisation, hands clasping at skin, moans mirroring each other, it's as though their souls were merging together at the same time as their bodies were, hooking them in to an existential overwhelm fuelled by infatuation, desire and lust as their figures molded together.
The hip rolling came to a pause and Flambae heaved himself up with the support of his palms on Robert's shoulders, sliding back down onto the others cock with a gasp and full body convulsion following it. The veins in his neck tried to highlight themselves through his skin whilst he kept that dick deep inside, using his strength to rise again and slam back down onto the man beneath him's hard cock.
Robert moaned softly in response, maintaining one hand on his waist as his other traversed along his torso, making its way to Flambae's neck which was exposed by the hero's head being tilted back once again. Softly, he wrapped his fingers around his throat like he once did to his length, only this time he held on a bit lighter, rubbing the pad of his thumb over his Adam's apple which bobbed every time he bounced against the man's cock and for just a moment, he could've sworn he saw a prominent glossy wetness within Flambae's eyes breaching over his waterline.
Again, he let his fingers trail up the expanse of Flambae's trachea before they brushed against his stubble of a beard, rubbing against the scratchy surface of his skin as best as he could whilst the man continued to rise and fall against his dick.
As he held his face and took note of the needy expression etched into it, it only made his own cock throb harder inside of him, desperate for release; though as he looked down, he could assume that Flambae's was in a much more distressing situation than his own.
The head was practically screaming with raw intensity, a hot red rather than it's usual pink-tinted, pale brown, meanwhile the veins creating pathways along the actual length were emphasised now more than ever. Robert couldnt help but moan at the sight, immediately grasping Flambae's hips as he helped drive the man up and down, encouraging his harsh bounces.
He didnt expect his help to be that impactful though as he felt his tip bruising the hero's prostate again, hearing Flambae's broken cry and involuntarily letting a shaky groan of his own sputter out from the back of his throat, jerking further forward into the other's body and his touch.
Again, Robert used the mixture of his strength and Flambae's to encourage the firestarter's deep bounces, feeling his sweet spot every fucking time he submerged himself against the walls that wrapped tightly around him, dragging his cock along them with each movement.
Flambae's whimpers and his moans merged into a combination of sounds of slick, pleasure and desperation – the definition of music to Robert's ears as he dug his fingertails deeper into the man's hips, "Oh fuck yeah.. mm, that's the fucking spot, yeah? You like that? Shit.. good.." Robert stirred, sucking the air through his teeth as he talked Flambae through it.
Staring up at the man riding his cock, he watched his pecs bounce in time too and it only made him want more. He couldnt even begin to think of how he could take more, "Fuck, cmon, cmon.."
Sitting back helping Flambae bounce wasn't enough, he bucked his hips upwards every time the hero slammed down, forcing a delighted cry to exert itself from Flambae's throat as his hole was abused, taking every fucking hit into that sweet spot he could musted whilst their skin slapped together in vulgarity.
Again, he thrusted upwards, cock forcefully pushing against Flambae's sweet spot as if it were a button, eliciting another broken sob from the man.
Flambae was going to cum. Robert felt it with every buck of his hips and every impact of his dick against Flambae's sopping wet hole, basking in the sound of the slickness that came with it. The reason the hero hadn't?
Robert's thumb pressed firmly against the leaking slit of his tip.
Harsh, shallow breaths came gasping from Flambae who continued to relentlessly bounce on Robert's cock despite the overwhelming sense of tension aching to release itself. He whimpered breathlessly with every impact against his prostate, clawing his nails against the scars littered over Robert's shoulders, mouth falling open in sweet agony as tears streamed down his cheeks, through the stubble across his jaw towards his vocally raw throat, "Tell me you want it.. talk to me.." Robert muttered between pants of his own.
Was it cruel to do this? Keeping him teetering on the edge of pleasure? Make him literally cry for it? Maybe, but something about seeing Flambae sob like this.. sob in pleasure, sob in desparation, sob in need and want for him alone and his permission, it drove Robert insane, mentally and physically.
"I want- f- mm.. mm.. i fucki.. i.." Flambae tried to choke out a shaky response between bounces and cries, whimpering with each slam down, stirring with every thought, attempting to draw the words out of himself.
"Uh huh..?" Robert urged, his thumb pushing further and harder against Flambae's cock, causing him to intake a hollow breath of hot air, muscles across his entire body tensing, building pressure, beginning to involuntarily contract as hard as they could.
"I want.. it.. oh fuck.. oh.."
Harder. Robert's thumb pressed harder and Flambae's cock ached firmer, the tears from his eyes trickling to his collarbone where they pooled against the dip in his skin, slipping down from that space with each bounce, travelling down his chest as more droplets fell from his eyes which tried to stay set on Robert.
"Please, Robb- im.. im fucking.. i need it.."
More sharp breaths.
More thrusts.
More skin slapping.
More pressure.
More fucking pressure.
"I NEED YOU-"
As soon as those three words were choked out from the back of Flambae's raw throat, Robert couldnt hold back his own pleasure anymore. Instantly, his hips jerked upwards in an untamed, random spurt of thrusts, burying his hot release deep into Flambae whilst his thumb accidentally slipped from the man's tip, causing a spurt of liquid to erupt from his cock almost instantly, squirting out ropes of white into the air before hitting their chests. Eyes shooting open, Flambae's vision went from hazy to complete stars in the matter of seconds, losing sight as his world view was replaced with a black, fluttery screen masking his retina, forcing him to see void as his orgasm crashed over him.
He released a borderline pornographic sob as he felt the built up tension in the pit of his stomach unfurl and liberate itself with the climax of his finish, washing over his entire body in waves of pure ecstacy whilst his hips involuntarily bucked forward against Robert's painted white abdomen. Even his back naturally arched forward into Robert's touch, head throwing itself back as it all happened.
A continuous drawl was dragged from his crude throat as the pleasure kept flowing, a ridiculous amount of cum spurting from his tip ended up coating both his and Robert's chests and abdomen, alongside his throbbing cock which slowly began to relax back into softness whilst the sticky liquid dribbled in beads out of the tip and down the sides of the head, dribbling down the length.
Before he could even register what was happening next, he felt a continuous tapping sensation against the side of his face, pulling him (somewhat) back into reality as he.. lifted his head?
"Hey.. you all there?" The muffled voice of Robert rang through his ears as he pulled his head back upright, shifting against the man's lap so that he wasn't slouched into his shoulder anymore, which apparently, he had been.
The man's hand supported his back as he leaned into it, stirring and staring Robert over with a tear streaked, pink face. In response, the dispatcher's thumb wiped the remnants of his waterworks from his cheeks, holding his chin to straighten his view whilst also pushing a few loose strands of hair stuck to his wet skin back out of his face.
Glancing down, Flambae looked at the white mess between them and he softly shuddered in response, letting his palms finally drop from Robert's shoulders, just to notice the red, hot, hand-print shaped patches left behind.
"..Fffuck." he muttered unded his breath, drawing out the 'F' as he came down from his high, hearing the amused chuckle in response from the dispatcher. Even he found it hard to tell if he uttered that due to the fact his palms had been heating or if it was due to his orgasm – realistically, probably both.
His release had been so hard, so fast, he barely even processed it happening now that he began to come down from it, the waves slowing and air becoming easier to swallow as it tried to dry his face.
"..Didn't think you were a crier." Robert added lighteartedly and quietly, his own voice relatively hoarse as he leaned back into the cushions of the couch, relaxing his own body, or at least trying to, whilst still being buried inside of Flambae alongside his cum.
"..Shut.." Flambae grunted, only managing the first word of his sentence before swaying forward again, closer to Robert with his half-lidded eyes as his now cherry coloured lips lazily pressed against Robert's own.
Taking hold of the man above him, Robert gently kissed him back before caressing his overwhelmed, exhausted figure, looking him up and down before again, making note of the mess between them.
"..You gonna finish that sentence? Or d'you want me to do that for you too?" Robert added with amusement against his mouth, exhaling through his nostrils against Flambae's face before acknowledging the pink-ish, smoking hand prints left behind on his shoulders with a quirked brow and a smirk, shaking his head in disbelief.
Flambae didnt respond to his joke and Robert didn't know whether he was glad about that or not. He needed a fuckton of rest now and Robert was more than willing to help ensure he got it, even if it meant having to clean up the absolute wreck they'd left behind – and possibly buy Flambae a new couch, if he could afford it.
One thing he did know, though, was that this wouldn't be a time where they'd agree to forget this evening ever happened.