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The day had started normally, good even. Plain black coffee had been awaiting Robert on his desk, and Beef contentedly sitting on a plush bed chase had bought the spoiled pup. He easily sank into the worn office chair, only a slight grunt of pain slipping past his lips. waving at the older man next to him, Robert mentally prepared himself for the day ahead. The Z-team clearly wanted something; why else would he be given coffee, if not a peace offering?
“Kid, you and I both know, whatever those fuckers want. It ain't gonna be good.” Chase snorted, gesturing vaguely towards the still steaming cup.
“Wow, really, I just assumed they wanted to show their love,” Robert said, huffing a laugh, his face holding the dead tired weight it always had.
“Don't get sarcastic with me,” Chase grumbled, unable to hide his small smile as he slid back into his own cubicle.
“Well, you'd better get to work, y’know, rip the band-aid off.”
Robert sighed, knowing the older man was right. Rubbing the bridge of his nose, he slipped the headset on. The Z-team already peppering each other with insults and jokes.
“Alright, clear the comms, please.” Robert's tone was tired, and he immediately regretted not just keeling over that morning as a bomb went off in his ear. Voices ringing out.
“Rob Bob, guess where we are going” the flame hero all but yelled, having to be the first to get attention from the tired dispatcher.
“HEY, I wanna tell him! It was my idea after all, an idea only a Harvard graduate could come up with. I deserve all our dispatchers' praise for this choice.” Robert could practically hear Sonar's chest puff up.
“Yeah, whatever, rat face, if none of you pussies are just gonna spit it out, I will.” Invisigal snickered as her comment got a grumble from Flambae.
“Shut it invisbitch.” The flame hero retaliated, his voice tight with irritation.
A tired, almost pained sigh cut through the chatter.
“Will someone please, just tell me what all of you are fighting about now?”
“Don't get sassy with us, Robert. Do you remember what you said? In exchange for ‘team bonding,’ we chose what and where.” Prism sounded far too happy for a workday. Her tone was oddly smug…
Robert inwardly groaned. This wasn't going to be good… was it?
Luckily, or unluckily, the team listened to Robert, and they only had one issue with missions. Which Robert will admit was his fault. He got distracted, wondering if the group of re-formed villains turned heroes was only listening to soften the blow of their "surprise" location.
Robert made a pained huff as he slowly got up from his chair, his hands landing on the small of his back, letting out a soft groan as he stretched.
He turned to the grey-haired man next to him.
“Chase, the Z-team has planned something. I was wondering if you could take Beef?” Robert smiled as the older man mumbled but immediately picked up the rotund chihuahua.
“Yeah, but be careful, I might just have to steal this little guy,” Chase cooed as he patted the fat dog. "Yeah ur a good dog, huh?” The older man whispered as he cradled the wiggling pup.
“Thanks,” Robert's smile slid off his face slightly as he remembered that he still didn't know where they were going. He ran a hand over his face before putting his thin jacket on, turning and waving at Chase as he walked towards the elevator.
“Be careful," was the last thing Robert heard as the metal doors slid closed in front of him.
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“Bitch you are going to fucking love it, don't even” Prism laughed, her hand resting on Flambaes' shoulder.
“Yeah, Robbo, don't get your panties in a twist,” Flambae smirked, looking the smaller man up and down, letting his eyes linger longer than they should. But not for any reason, he was just teasing the pathetic guy.
”I'm going home. No way am I spending my Friday night at some shitty club.” Robert deadpanned, crossing his arms.
“What, you got erectile dysfunction or something?” Sonar smiled, the face of innocence, when the dispatcher turned to shoot a glare at the batman.
“No, I just don't wanna spend what little money I have here, and I don't have the energy to remind the lot of you, ‘the strippers don't love you, it's just their job’.”
Robert smirked when his comment got the desired reaction. His team glared at him, and Invisigal grumbled something under her breath.
“Easy up, lad, it'll be fun.” Punchup smiled,
landing a heavy hand on Robert's shoulder. The tired man had to bite back a pained groan as the firm hand sent shock through his already aching spine. The groan thankfully went unnoticed by the group. Well, almost unnoticed, Flambaes' eyebrow quirked as he gazed at the man in front of him. But Robert pretended he didn't see the concerned look in the flame hero's eyes.
“Yeah, come on, it's not that bad.” Coupe smiled from her place next to Punchup, the assassin clearly enjoying the banter.
“Okay, even if I wanted to go, which I don't. I have nothing to wear. And work clothes don't exactly scream ‘sex appeal’.” Robert sighed, rubbing his tired eyes.
“I don't think anything you wear will ever give sex appeal. I mean, look at you,” Flamebae laughed, motioning his hand towards Robert.
“Ah, and your missing tooth just gets everyone hot and bothered,” Robert commented, his lips quirking up into a tongue-in-cheek grin, his tired eyes looking up at Flambae.
The fiery man's shoulders were alight in an instant, a glare set on his face as he tensed. All his attention was locked onto the man in front of him. Those tired doe eyes staring back up at him, and despite his anger, Flambaé, he couldn't help the image that flashed through his head. An image that has been appearing all too frequently. An image that plagues his mind every time he looks into those soft, dreary eyes.
Robert, his bratty smirk replaced with a mouth forced open by a hand with only three fingers, drool dripping from his spit-slicked, abused lips. His doe eyes filled with something deeper than exhaustion, something hungry. Tears slipping down freckled cheeks, a deep scarlet all along his body. Hair being pulled, the smaller man forced into a position of submission between Flambaes' legs.
Flambae was shaking as he looked away, the fire along his shoulders and forearms only glowing brighter as the fantasy he had been “using” a lot lately stayed prominent in his mind.
“Fuck you, mechadick,” Flambae growled as he did his best to lessen the growing excitement he felt. Now was not the time for his blood to flow south.
“I thought I wasn't your type?” Robert laughed at the clearly flustered flame hero. Sonar draped an arm over the smaller man's shoulders. He held up his hand for a high five.
“Alright, enough of your flirting, Robert, you're coming with Flambae, and I to get ready, I'm not gonna be seen at the club without dressing you, knowing your lack of fashion sense,” Prism said, grabbing him by the arm.
“Everybody meet at the diamond girls by 11, alright,” the woman stated, looking over her shoulder as she dragged Robert to a car, a very annoyed Flambae trailing after them.
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Flambae was holding his glass in a white-knuckled grip, glaring across the club. A deep frown was planted on his face. A growl stuck in his throat. Robert was walking around in jeans too big for his slim, lean frame. A fire motif licked up the sides of the pants; they hung low on the man's hips, revealing a prominent V-line. His top half was just as exposed, only black X-s covering the man's nipples, a ripped fishnet top that barely counted as a shirt hugged him; it was a decoration more than anything. But the man's face was the true killer; Robert's tired eyes were dusted with black and orangish red eyeshadow, the colors of fire. Flambaes colors. He knew Prism had done this on purpose. And god was it working, watching the man mingle and flirt with men and women alike was bad enough, but seeing him do it while in Flambaes colors? He was practically announcing whose he was, and yet he was still so far out of Flambaes's grasp.
“You did this on purpose, I know you did,” Flambae grumbled as he glared at the striking woman next to him. Prism looked good, and he would have told her so if he weren't currently extremely pissed.
“I have no idea what you're talking about, babe,” Prism smirked, a teasing lilt to her voice.
“You know exactly what and who I'm talking about.”
Flambae looked down at his glass, the honey colored liquid sloshing in his tight grasp. He was glaring at it as if it had personally offended him.
With a scoff, he downed the glass in one go, the amber liquid providing a much-needed distraction, fire cascading down his throat. Grunting, he whipped the sides of his mouth.
“Let's say I hypothetically know who you were talking about, are you really just going to sit here and watch like a pervert?” Prism's words were accompanied by an eyebrow raised and a sip of her half-full drink.
“Or, are you going to be a man, and go get what you want?” she smirked, glancing at the flame hero, slowly letting her eyes slide from him to the topic of their conversation, before going back to nursing her drink.
The last five words that Prism said struck their mark; they embedded themselves in Flambaes' mind. Wiggling their way to the center of his thoughts. “Go get what he wants”. The sentence rang in his head like the bells of judgment. Final, all encompassing.
He was going to get what he wanted, and he was going to get it now.
Robert was, surprisingly, enjoying himself. He did feel rather exposed and awkward in the outfit Prism had forced upon him, but he didn't hate it. He thought he looked kinda nice, better than normal at the very least. And it seemed quite a few others thought the same. He had been approached more than once. And the eyes that lingered on him and the faded ink on his lower back held a familiar lustful sheen. He initially wanted to hide the faded tattoo that Prism had very unceremoniously pointed out. But the clone hero wasn't having it, so here he was: a random guy's hands on his lower back while the other grabbed at Roberts waist.
“I just think it's sooooo sexy that you have a tramp stamp.”
The man's words were slurred, but his intentions were clear as day. He wanted in Roberts' pants. Bad.
“I'm glad you think so, don't know what I'd do if you didn't.” Robert's tone was dry as he sipped his practically untouched glass of Guinness.
The laugh that spilled from the man was far too boisterous, more of a hiccup than a laugh. Robert knew the sarcastic remark wasn't that funny, but alcohol and lust do odd things to a man.
“Why don't we….” The man trailed off, glancing
between Robert and the dimly lit bathroom entrance. His voice was persuasive and filled with barely constrained excitement and greed.
Robert, for a brief moment, considered letting the drunkard lead him to the bathroom. He had been pent up for longer than he’d care to admit, and the man wasn't bad looking in any regard. The idea of a yes was forming on his lips. But before Robert could even fully make up his mind, another set of hands gripped his waist. The palms were rough and warm, their grip almost bruising. Robert was about to snap at whoever had grabbed him in such an aggressive way, but when he looked down. He noticed one of the hands only had three fingers.
“He’s not going anywhere with you.” Flambae intended to come off as aggressively as possible; the man's hands were still on Robert, and he needed to get them off immediately. And he definitely didn't mind the look of panic that flashed in the whimp's eyes.
The man who, a few seconds ago, was all over Robert was very quickly retreating, but before the man's hand could fully slip from Robert's skin, slender fingers wrapped around his wrist.
“And whose decision is that?” Robert looked up at Flambae, a smirk on his face
“Because last time I checked, I was my own autonomous person?” Robert's words were sarcastic, but there was an undertone of desire, want clear in the tired man's gaze.
Flambaes grip tightened on Roberts' waist, and there would certainly be bruises in the shape of hands tomorrow. The taller man pushed himself into Roberts' back, lightly grinding against his ass as he leaned down to whisper in his ear.
“I did.” Flambaes' tone left no room for debate. One of his large hands reluctantly peeling from Robert's waist to shove the other man away, with far more force than necessary.
A shiver crawled up Robert's spine at Flambaes words. The Possesive grip the other man was holding him in sent excitement straight to his half-hard member. Leaving him squirming slightly, trying to free himself from the far stronger man's arms. But his attempts to regain some control were very quickly proving futile.
“You're not going anywhere,” Flambae growled as he picked up the other man like he weighed nothing. Throwing him over his shoulder as if he were a sack of potatoes. Robert wiggled his ass, which was currently skyward. His head fell against Flambaes's back as he half-heartedly pummeled him.
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Prism smirked as she watched her friend and boss's retreating frames. The flame hero had been spot on in their earlier conversation. She had done “this” on purpose, I mean, was she really a friend if she didn't help her emotionally constipated friend get what he so desperately needed?
She let out a huff of laughter, taking a pleased sip of her drink as she sauntered over to the rest of the team. Her thumb was stuck in the direction of the pair who were halfway out the door.
“Guess who finally grew some and is gonna get some,” she smiled as she sat next to Punch Up, her arms draping around the comfortable booth.
“No way! I was hoping to be first.” Sonar sighed, looking like a kicked puppy, or kicked bat? Whatever, Prism shook her head, punching the man in the shoulder.
“Flambae would have turned you into a kebab before he let that happen.”
Prism rolled her eyes as the team chuckled at Sonar's face.
“Yeah, lad, I think it's safer that you weren't.” Punchup smiled as he took a hefty gulp of his whiskey, a satisfied grin on his face.
“Yeah, I guess you're right, I can always score later!” Sonar seemed to perk up at the thought, going back to his drink.
“G-Get in l-line” Waterboy said before hiding his face behind his cup. He seemed surprised he said it, almost as surprised as the rest of the team.
“Waterboy!” Prism laughed, shaking her head. The night was still young, at least for them.
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Flambae was practically panting as he shoved Robert against the door. His head buried in the crook of the man's neck, nipping and sucking a strip from his jaw to collar bone, tasting the sweat, and feeling the scars on his tongue.
“Someone’s greedy,” Robert laughed, no real venom in his voice as he clawed at Flambaes's back, his grip shaky.
Flambea growled as he bit down on the other man's shoulder, the metallic taste of blood rushing onto his tongue. He barely held back a moan as he ground against the smaller man, his knees pushing a space between his legs.
“Like you're not holding onto me with an iron grip,” Flambae chuckled, and the sound sent a shiver down Robert's spine. The taller man snaked his hand underneath the fishnet top, toying with the black nipple cover that Robert had on.
“Do you know how long I've wanted this?” Flamebae asked his voice thick with desire. Want was clear in his eyes as he gazed up at the brunette. The object of his desire had his eyes closed, and his head turned to the side, blush creeping its way from his face down his neck.
“Look at me, Robert,” Flambae whispered as his hand ripped the tape away from Robert's soft, already firm nipple. The motion tore a gasp from the older man, his eyes shooting open, bottom lip quivering, teeth biting into the plump flesh in an effort to stay silent.
“Flam-” before Robert could finish, Flamebae cut him off.
“Chad.”
“What?” Robert asked, cocking his head in confusion.
“It's Chad, not flambae.”
Robert blushed, turning away, red creeping across his body. Chad gripped his hips tighter, leaning into the other man's ear, nipping at the sensitive, scarred skin.
“Say it.” Chad egged as he pinched a pink nipple, rolling it between his calloused fingers. He continued to bite at Roberts' ear and neck, hot air sending jolts through the man. He needed to hear Robert say his name. With a huff, he ground his knee up against Robert's groin, pushing against the clear outline of Robert's want. The action pulled a keen from the smaller man.
“Chad!” Robert whined, His eyebrows creasing.
“Stop teasing me.”
Chad hummed. The sound of his name rolling off Roberts' tongue sent a jolt of pure, uninhibited lust through him. He needed the man, now.
“I guess I could stop teasing, but why would I? When you show me such rare expressions?” The flame hero smirked as he continued to toy with the pink nipple, his other hand sliding down to palm at Robert's firm length. Chad used his superior size to pin the smaller man to the wall.
“Please,” Robert whined, his hips bucking up against the friction, chasing release.
“Ah ah, patience,” Chad chided, a smirk playing on his lips as he spoke, removing his hand from the clothed erection. Robert let out a pitiful whimper at the loss of contact, his arms wrapping around the flame hero's neck, pulling him in for a searing kiss.
“Now who's greedy?” Chad laughed when they pulled back for air. His comment earned a huff from Robert, the man growing more desperate by the minute.
“God, Chad, please, I need you,” Robert begged, his soft brown eyes wide with want, lips swollen and parted. The scene almost made Chad short-circuit, almost.
With a groan, Chad dived back in, kissing the smaller man like a starving animal. Munuvering his hands to the man's thighs, hoisting him up. The action made Robert grunt in surprise before he swiftly adjusted, wrapping his legs around the super's waist.
Chad smiled into the kiss, pleased with Robert's desperation. He walked down the hallway with purpose in each step, his mouth entirely focused on the smaller man in his arms. Once they reached the slightly cracked door of Chad's bedroom, the flame hero wasted no time, kicking it open. Practically running in and pinning Robert to the plush mattress. An indent forming in the foam from their combined weight.
Chad had never needed anything more than he needed the man below him in this moment. He felt like he had been stranded in the desert, and Robert was an oasis. The tired eyes of his dispatcher gazed into his, the man's eyeshadow smudged. Only making him more appealing to the super, the brown filled with the same desire he knew he held. He couldn't help the groan that escaped his lips. Robert's short hair messed up against his pillow, his hands digging into the sheets. Fishnet top half off, pasties gone. The only thing between Chad and his prize was Roberts flame-inspired pants.
“Stop looking at me like that..” Robert muttered, averting his gaze, embarrassment clear in his voice.
“Like what?” Chad's wolfish grin made Robert shudder. His legs unconsciously spreading slightly. Chad took notice and happily made himself at home between them.
“Like.. Like that!” Robert's voice was shaky; it held an uncharacteristic squeakiness
Chad made a sound low in his throat as he grabbed Robert's face
“Like a man who wants you more than air? Like a man who's unbelievably turned on by you?” Chad's voice was ragged
With his eyes trained on Robert's, Chad ripped the fishnet top off, his hand sliding from the man's face. Before he dipped down to kiss a trail down the Roberts softly toned stomach.
The smaller man wriggled at the sensation, pre-cum leaking through his jeans. God, he needed them off now. Robert made a high, helpless plea, rubbing his thighs together. Chad smirked, sensing what Robert wanted. He used his free hand to pop the button and pull the zipper. The sound rang in Robert's ears as the pants were torn from his body.
The cold air hits his thighs, a sharp contrast to the warm body above him. The front of his boxers was tented and stained with pre-cum. Robert tried to hide his face again, his forearms over his eyes, embarrassed by his clearly presented desire, but the sight only seemed to spur the flame-hero on. The larger man grabbed Roberts' wrists and pinned them above his head with bruising force.
“Don't hide yourself from me. Be a good boy and let me see you.” A sly smile clear on his face as he watched the praise hit home. The words seemed to strike the deepest part of Robert's brain. Unlocking something that even Robert didn't know was there.
Robert practically mewled at the praise, more pre-cum blotting the front of his boxers.
“Please, Chad,” Robert begged, grinding against the other man's thigh in a desperate attempt at release.
“Please, what?” Chad hummed, nipping at Robert's collar bones, before traveling down and biting around the man's chest. He needed to leave a mark.
Robert let out a small cry as he glared at the man, his gaze filled with desperation.
“God, anything, just please, I need you,” Robert all but moaned the words, Unable to hold his voice back when Chad pulled one of his sensitive nipples into his mouth, teasing it with his teeth.
Chad didn't need to be told twice; he hooked a finger under Roberts's waistband, yanking the boxers down. Roberts' erect member sprang up, sitting flush against his stomach, his tip red and leaking.
“So eager,” Chad teased, slowly kissing his way down Robert's body, using his finger to toy with the angry tip.
Robert let out a cry as his hips bucked at the touch, his body overly sensitive. He didn't know how much more he could take, and he was about to beg Chad like a bitch in heat when he suddenly felt a sting as Chad bit into his thighs, sucking marks as he went. Robert cried out at the sensation before his mind was wiped blank, his length suddenly enveloped in a wet heat. He gasped, his hips stuttering before firm hands forced them down. When Robert looked down, he made eye contact with Chad, who was currently taking him in his entirety. Robert whimpered as Chad bobbed up and down his length in slow tortures, drags, licking, and teasing all the way.
Chad savoured the taste of Robert on his tongue, groaning when the freckled man tangled his hands into his long black hair, each pull accompanied by a desperate moan. He could feel Robert getting close, his tongue diving into the tip, and dragging along the shaft, swirling. He knew it wouldnt be long when he felt Robert's thighs tense around him. Then, with a high keen and a tug of his hair, Chad felt Robert finish in his mouth. With a satisfied smirk, Chad swallowed down the salty liquid before pulling off with a lewd pop.
The sight that greeted Chad might have been the single best thing he had ever seen. Lying before him was Robert, his Robert. The man's legs were shaking and spread, his dick leaking and pink, dark bruises and bites dotted all over his body. Hair a mess and eyes half lidded, lips swollen and slightly parted. Chad could feel himself straining against his boxers, and with a grunt, he began to fumble with his belt. After a few painstaking seconds, he finally managed to undo his pants and free himself. His dick sprang to action, erect and leaking much like Roberts. He could feel eyes on him, and when he looked, he saw Robert's eyes still hazy with post orgasm bliss, but they were wide with shock.
“Like what you see?” Chad laughed as Robert quickly looked away, huffing out something Chad couldn't hear.
“What was that?” Chad teased, leaning down, pressing a knee between Roberts' spread legs. His hands caging Roberts' head.
“I said, so what if I do? Besides, it's not the biggest I've seen,” Robert shot back, in a breathy voice, teasing.
Chad raised an eyebrow; it seemed even now, Robert was a brat. He let out a bark of laughter, accepting the challenge.
“We will see if you still have that attitude of yours when I'm done with you,” Chad huffed, and before Robert could respond, he shoved two fingers into the other man's mouth.
“Suck.” His voice was gruff; he could see Robert contemplate it, see the urge to disobey in his eyes, but in the end, Robert began to swirl his tongue around the rough fingers.
“Good boy,” Chad praised, enjoying the way Robert's breath caught in his throat, his tongue stilling for just a moment.
After a few seconds, Chad pulled his sufficiently slicked fingers from the smaller man's mouth, making a show of moving his hand, before he teased Robert's hole, lightly pressing his fingers against the tight ring of muscles. Thoroughly enjoying the view before him, Chad refused to take his eyes off Robert's face as he slowly began to press one finger inside the tight heat. The way Robert bit into his bottom lip, his deep brown eyes refusing to meet Chad's own amber ones.
Robert squirmed in an attempt to push Chad's finger farther in. He felt like he was dying. The flame heros long, thick finger pulling him open, the slight burn of the muscle being stretched sent shudders through him. He needs more, now. But it seemed the super above him was all too happy to toy with him.
Just as Robert was about to complain, a second finger was added, thrusting into him with purpose, His back arched up off the bed, bowing as tears pricked the corners of his eyes. Chad maunvered his fingers slightly, and suddenly Robert was seeing stars. He could hear the man's dark chuckle, but all Robert cared about was the fact that Chad kept hitting that spot over and over as he stretched him out.
Chad Made sure to hit the sensitive bundle of nerves every time, as he scissored Robert open, thoroughly enjoying the man's wanton cries. Deftly angling his fingers, he pounded Robert's prostate over and over, until he could once more feel the man's thighs tense. He watched Robert cum with a breathless mewl, for the second time. But he didn't stop abusing the man's prostate just because he came; Chad was far from done.
“Chad.. T-to muwch..” Robert whimpered as he came down from his high, realizing the stimulation hadn't stopped.
“Shh its okay,” Chad said, kissing the tears that spilled down Robert's cheeks, licking at the salty droplets.
Robert wanted to say something snarky, but couldn't muster anything as he let out a high whine when Chad removed his fingers.
“Patience, Robert,” Chad chided, But Robet didnt have to be patient, because the emptiness didn't last long.
Chad lined himself up with the thoroughly worked hole, teasing the entrance with his tip, but despite his want to continue teasing the man, he couldn't hold back anymore. And in one quick thrust, Chad was fully sheathed inside Robert.
The keening sound Robert made, mixed with the tight, warm heat around him, almost had Chad finishing on the spot. With a huff, he pulled out to the tip, breathing ragged in an effort not to cum. He wasn't going to be a five-second chum. Closing his eyes, he took deep, steadying breaths, not opening his eyes till he felt he could handle the sight.
Robert was squirming in his grasp, his hips desperately trying to move, but he was kept still, wriggling on Chad's tip, unable to get the friction he so clearly needed.
Chad dipped down into the crook of Robert's neck, taking a huff of the man's scent before he roughly thrust back in, the sound of skin meeting skin filled the room. With each punishing thrust, Roberts moans grew in volume.
“Is this.. The best you… got” Robert spoke between pants, stuttering the words out.
The only response Chad gave was a low growl before he grabbed a pillow and lifted Robert, still thrusting through the action. Roberts' lower back was now lifted by the plush padding. Pulling out to the tip, Chad angled himself up and gave a long, hard thrust into the man below him, hitting Roberts' prostate head-on. Pulling in and out, abusing the sensitive bundle of nerves. preening at the desperate, choked cry that slipped from the dispatcher's mouth.
“How's this, Robert?” Chad huffed out a wicked smile dancing on his face.
The only response was a high-pitched whine from the man, and the burning sensation of nails biting flesh down his back. Chad felt like a rabid animal as he pounded into the man with a grunt. Chad bit his way along Robert's neck, till his mouth rested near his ear. His hot breath sends waves through the already shuddering man.
“What, cats got your tongue?” Chad teased, and Robert came with a loud cry as he grasped Chad's shoulders, scrambling for purchase.
But the flame-hero didn't stop; he was far from done with the man below him. He continued to piston into Robert, fucking him through his orgasm.
Robert had cum three times already, and Chad still wasn't done; he couldn't think past the fog of lust that dulled his mind and heightened every sense. He was on fire, no pun intended. Chad kept going, and Robert couldnt tell where pleasure ended, and he began. Tears were spilling down his flushed cheeks, and the larger man above him kissed and licked at the salty liquid; the tracks they left on Roberts' face only seemed to spur the super on. Robert was wriggling now, squirming in his attempt to stop the overwhelming stimulation.
Large hands, holding firm, pulled Robert back down onto Chad's cock, and Robert let out a pitiful cry. Chad slowed as he kissed the other man, softly wiping his sweaty forehead.
“I know it's a lot, but hold on… Be a good boy and give me one more?” Chad cooed, begging to thrust again. Robert whimpered, but nodded and clung to Chad before biting down on the flame-hero's neck. Muffling his moans as his prostate continued to be pummeled.
“Fuck, Robert,” Chad mumbled, their foreheads resting against one another.
Robert could feel as Chad's thrust grew erratic, no longer always hitting his abused prostate; Chad was close.
“We’ll finish together, alright, baby.” He was panting as he gazed into Robert's glazed-over eyes, his only response a soft moan and a shallow nod.
The hands holding Roberts's waist heated up, and their grip grew tighter as the man above him came with a guttural moan—their orgasms in tandem with each other. The flame-hero buried himself to the hilt inside of Robert, forcing the warm seed as deep as he could. His cock spurted load after load, releasing far more than any normal human. And Roberts abused hole galdly took all it was given.
Panting, they lay against each other, soaking in the other's presence, before slowly, painfully slowly, Chad pulled out, dragging himself against Robert's bundle of nerves as he did so.
Robert had to stop himself from whining at the loss and the continued stimulation. With a huff, he wrapped his arms around the super and dragged him into a kiss; this one wasn't frenzied like earlier; it was slower, deeper, and filled with months of pinning. Chad eagerly reciprocated, taking his time exploring Robert's mouth, holding the back of the dispatcher's neck, hands tightening just enough to make Robert squirm.
When they finally pulled away from each other, they were out of breath and gasping. Lips slick.
“Well, was that up to your standards?” Chad's tone told Robert the man was more than pleased with himself. But even if he wanted to, Robert was too fucked-out to come up with some witty reply.
“Was.. good.” Robert's words were slowed and slurred as if drunk, which he was to some degree, just cock drunk.
“Yeah, you milked me dry,” Chad teased, gently lifting the tired man into his arms. Robert gave a huff of protest but did nothing to stop the super.
“Come on, I'll run us a bath, get us cleaned up, and then you can sleep, okay?” The flame-hero smiled as Robert made a pleased, almost purring sound. He kissed the top of the man's head before heading for the bathroom.