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Flambae isn’t quite sure how they ended up like this. Big thick hands holding his waist as they pulled him down against large hips. He groans low in his throat and leans back against the larger man behind him, tilting his head back to rest against Royd’s shoulder. He locked eyes with the man and brought his hands down grip at the larger man’s wrists, moving his hips up with a shuddered breath before sinking back down.
They both moan softly and Flambae’s eyes drift shut, getting lost in the feeling as their hips move together slowly. He wasn’t used to sex like this, soft and slow. The ex-criminal was used to hot, heavy, and fast, a different tune to what the two men were engaging in now.
Royd trails a hand up to the man’s chest, squeezing the supple flesh before large fingers delicately find a nipple, rolling it softly. Flambae exhales sharply and glances down at the hand, hips jumping slightly at the sensation, his hand still gripping the other man’s wrist as his nipple is played with.
Hips slowly move in tandem, hands caressing over skin. Soft exhales fill the room as does subtle steam, Flambae doing his best to keep his temperature handable for the other man. He groans lowly, spreading his legs to sink down further. The hero pants softly before whining when the hand on his waist halts his movements.
He turns his head to glare at Royd, said man smirks down at him before he hooks his arms under Flambae’s knees and pulls them up to the hero’s chest. The hero makes a surprised sound before moaning loudly at the new position. Flambae reaches behind himself to grip at Royd’s hair, anchoring himself as hips are pushed up against his, gasping for air as warmth pools in his loins.
Large fingers find their way into his mouth, quieting his moans. The only noises filling the air now were heavy breathing and the ruffling of the bed sheets. Flambae thinks in the back of his mind that it’s good that Royd has shut him up, he knows he can get quite loud. He couldn’t imagine what would happen if they were caught.
If anyone from the Z-team caught them he would never hear the end of it, him and Royd fucking in Mandy’s house on New Years. Maybe he could gaslight whoever that they were so drunk they were imagining things.
Flambae is brought back from his thoughts with a sharp jerk of Royd’s hips, hitting that sweet, sweet spot inside of him, gasping around the fingers in his mouth, his back arching off the man being him. He tries to speak over the fingers, to warn the other man that he’s close, but he’s unable to get out anything coherent as the thrusts grow faster, Royd must be close too.
Heat surges through elemental and he does his best to keep it contained as pleasure shoots though his hips. He throws his head back, panting around the fingers in his mouth as they follow his movements, doing their best to keep him quiet. Royd groans into his neck as he pushes his hips up against Flambae’s a few final times before Flambae can feel warmth fill him, his own release following soon after.
Movement slows before coming to a stop, fingers are pulled from his mouth and his legs are released from their prison against his chest. Flambae pants and whines low in his throat as Royd slowly separates them, laying him down on the bed before joining him, grabbing a discarded shirt to wipe their spend off of them. Exhaustion rolls down the hero’s body as he settles back into the bed.
Flambae’s last conscious thought before sleep pulls him under is that was some of the best sex he’s ever had and even though he’s going to regret the hangover he’ll have in the morning, he won’t regret waking up to the man next to him.