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Flambae can barely breathe around the cock in his mouth, even without it making him gag. He moans, knees uncomfortable but just adding to the headiness.
His wrists twist in the leather cuffs keeping his hands behind his back, the chain pulling taught and then jingling.
"If you char those, I'll be mad," Robert murmured, looking down at him shamelessly and admiring the texture of the curls in his hair, the way they stutter over his fingers. He's going to fuck his hair up like that. He was sitting in his stupid plastic chair, a light flush high on his cheeks as Flambae worked him over with his mouth. Had been working him over with his mouth for like thirty minutes. White boy is lucky that his cock isn't that big and he can do that somewhat comfortably.
White boy is pissing him off again, also. Can he shut the fuck up?
"MMM mmm," he retorts, and his eyelids flutter as Robert grips his hair harder and pulls him further onto him, effectively gagging him into silence and choking him all at once. Not really because of his size, but his throat knows the feeling and it's already preparing to close when the movement starts. Or maybe his throat think he's in love, who knows. He lets out a ghost of a moan, fighting to breathe through his nose, and then Robert pulls back, and he gasps around the tip, before resuming suckling. It's soothing.
Any way he tries to escalate so far today, he's suffered consequences.
"What a brat," the man observes, and Flambae doesn't have it in him to glower. He wants release. As much as he loves the sensation of cock weighing down his tongue, he doesn't have the patience of a saint. His jaw is getting sore. Robert scratches gently at his scalp in encouragement, and he feels his eyelashes flutter, wet with unshed tears. He shivers.
He would also take Robert just fucking doing something. Piece of shit.
He and Rob have been fooling around for a while now. He kind of wondered if he had a shot when he hadn't gotten with Blazer or Invisigal, despite the fact they were definitely both fawning over him in their own way. And then one day, when he got his third punch in a month or two later (a gentle press of knuckles on his squishy cheek while staring him down and heckling him), Robert had slung his gym towel around the back of his neck and yanked him down for a kiss. It was more tender than he'd expected. Also more aggressive and nippy. The duality was always confusing but very hot. Robert isn't hot but he is. Infuriating.
They've been drunk-making out ever since.
Among other things. Drunk sex, rubbing on each other in bathroom stalls and alleyways, hate sex, make-up sex... Chad hasn't hooked up with anyone else in a while.
Because he's busy, obviously.
It was casual though. Chad was keeping is so cool. There's not even anything that special about Robert anyways, his diet is shit, he's average-looking and too skinny-
"That's actually really, really good," Robert manages, with a little laugh, and Chad growls. This fucker. His growl turns into a moan when the man above him nudges him with his foot. It's the only stimulation he's gotten; it feels fucking great. Immediately he feels feverish, dialing in to the pressure.
He tries to press into it, but it's already fleeing, and he moans again.
"No need to whine about it. You love sucking cock so much you don't need much anyways. I could blow on you and you'd finish."
He pushes Chad back onto him when he tries to pull off to start calling him names. His cock presses against the back of his throat again, and his mouth just makes a wet clicking sound as he fights not to gag. He refuses to gag. He's not even that fucking big.
The cuff chain jingles behind him again when he squirms. His hips gyrate into nothing, and he looks up at him, more desperate than he's ever been. At least since the last time Robert let him blow him. Last time he was in control, and he must have gone overboard with the teasing based on today.
Robert snickers, an infuriating but hot little sound, and presses the top of his foot and shin against the line of his rock-hard, weeping erection where it distorts his underwear. He wants to shake, or even say thank you, but thankfully he still can't talk.
"Tell you what? Keep sucking and do it yourself, and you can cum. But I'm not done with you."
Flambae doesn't give a fuck. As if he's even listening.
He's already grinding against him stiltedly, moaning when he's pulled fully onto him again, writhing. He opens up his throat, an unbiblical sound getting caught behind the dick when it starts to get hard to breathe again. Holy fuck, he's so hard. He's making a mess of his underwear, and it aches like a bitch.
He's so close-
He grinds down on his foot, gasping when he gets air, and he looks up at Robert, who rubs at his scalp with the grip on his hair.
"What a good boy," Robert whispers at him, that asshole, and he comes with a whine and a rush of pleasure, spilling into his boxers without a touch. Oh God- The smaller man above him doesn't finish, although Chad's proud to observe that it seems to take concentration to hold back. Not that he's paying that close attention; he's riding the high, trembling, fighting to keep from trying to beg for something to rub against while he does. Robert has to grip his hair tight and close his eyes with a frown as Chad comes, whimpering and suckling. His mouth is almost too hot, perfect.
Eventually, Robert eases up on his hair, and he can finally talk again.
"Knew you were into- into some freak shit," he manages hoarsely once his mouth is freed, chest heaving.
His body is still tingling. Robert hums, holding his chin and running his thumb over the lips he'd just finished putting to work. They feel sore, puffy. He fucking loves it, even though he's not gonna say that. Loves when he sucks dick long enough for his lips to tingle and his knees to ache. Rob always seems to know exactly what he wants, even though they don't talk enough about what they're doing. He's allergic to talking and Chad isn't going to challenge that.
"Is bondage really freak shit?" Robert asks contemplatively, massaging his jaw for him, still flushed and hard as a rock. Damn he wanted that in him. And here he was, still cuffed on his knees, shirtless with his hair down. With no dick in him.
He knows Robert wants this bod. His ass is amazing.
"What the fuck else would it be, asshole."
"Does that make you a freak?" Robert asked, fondling him through his wet boxers with his foot again, and Flambae hissed. "Because you sure perked up when I pulled them out."
"Shut upppp," he groans, pulling at the cuffs again. The man is puppydog-cute but he's always such a bastard. He laughs at his discomfort.
Robert didn't even fucking ask, either. His unshakable confidence that Chad will go along with whatever is insulting.
"Ever been gagged?"
Chad wrinkles his nose. Once or twice. He could take it or leave it.
"Egh."
"I think you'd look and sound real nice with a cloth between these lips, when they look like that," Robert murmurs, eyes devouring him, and he swallows. Well, flattery helps. "And you can't keep calling me a little bitch the whole time." This fucker.
"Oh my God, fine. But you better actuall-ahgh," he breathes, when he slips his thumb into his mouth over his teeth. He glares at him, but fuck he's still so horny. This is really doing it for him. That's the only reason he doesn't bite down.
Robert finds a bandana and folds it into a long strip. Very gently, he pushes the fabric between his teeth and pulls it tight behind his head, tying it off. He also devises a plan to make him cum two more times before the night is over once he gets a good look at him.
He pulls him over to his mattress by his upper arm, and Flambae lets out a muffled grunt around the gag.
It's strange, not having his voice to bite back with. It makes him feel smaller, almost demure.
Robert pauses to crack his own back and one of his wrists once Flambae is sprawled out on his side, and he wonders if they're going to have to stop again, but Robert is back on him, wrestling him onto his front and pulling his boxers down by the band.
He's not shy about prepping him, but he does start awfully slow. Just two slick fingers for the longest time, teasing. Flambae grumbles into the mattress, unintelligible, and Robert ignores him, except to smack him on the ass. He does NOT moan when he does that.
Normally by now he'd be telling this bitch to hurry the fuck up, or trying to push him over so he can bounce on it, but since all he can do is critique unintelligibly Robert just ignores him, eyebrow twitching.
He's not even going for the prostate.
When he stops moving, Chad bites back a whine, rolling his hips back onto the digits, and Robert hums, watching him do it. He slips in a third finger, and Chad shudders. It's not like he hasn't had more up his ass before, it's just that this fucker always goes SO SLOW. He's hard and leaking again, and now he can't even beg properly.
Not that he would beg. But y'know, the option's gone now.
He whines again when the fingers withdraw, expecting a dick, and instead he feels Robert part his cheeks and press the flat of his tongue against his rim.
Oh God.
He rims him like a man starving, while Chad huffs through the gag, squirming. He feels him reach up to his chest under him, impossibly, and find each of his pierced nipples, pinching. Fucking bastard-
He's drooling, and he can hear him eat his ass as much as he can feel him, tongue spearing him open. The fucking- the slurping sounds- Robert twists his fingers, and he cums again. He's not proud about how fast it is, but at least Rob doesn't know how rare this is.
He feels the mental tether holding him to his dignity snap, and he sobs around the cloth, muffled. Thrashing and moaning when Robert sits up with a sigh he doesn't hear and goes back to fingering him gently, while he fights the cuffs loudly. Fuck, it's still going.
"You remember how to tap out, right?" The hero barely registers the words, but manages a nod. Despite their inability to DTR, they had in fact established a single safeword signal. Go figure. The bar is on the floor. "Good boy." He whimpers. Holy fuck, his body is on fire.
Robert wrenches him onto his side by his hair and bites one of his nipples around his piercing, and he arches, pleading.
"That's hot," Robert breathes, fondling his soft and spent cock. He moans, shaking his head. "Mm, I like you trying to beg me to stop. Is that too fucked?"
Damn, kind of. But he was fucking into it. Well past the point of reasonable pleasure or pain, he shuddered, tears in his eyes, and started begging and pleading around the gag in earnest, his stops and nos garbled almost beyond recognition. Robert groans low in his throat, gripping his hips harshly and breathing hard, like he's trying to keep his shit together. Chad likes that too. He's almost fully converted on the gag. He'll wear one every time if it riles him up like that.
"Fuck that's hot. You sound so good." Chad moans softly, still squirming, and when Robert presses his chest into the bed he goes limp. "I'm going to fuck you. Gonna have to be doggy, with your wrists behind you like this." He's curled over him like he's resource guarding.
Chad squirms, pressing his legs tightly together and begging further, and Robert smacks him once on the ass, just enough to sting. Chad can feel his dick struggling to stand to attention again, but it hangs half-hard, drooling just a bit. Not his fault he likes this too.
Another smack, this one light on his cock, and he bites back a scream. Fuck. That's good. He tries to thrash.
Robert isn't spearing into him, so he looks back, sniffling. The man is watching him carefully. He's got a pillow under his fucked-up knees, thank God.
"... Okay?" he asks under his breath. Chad is so fucking overstimulated, but he can't nod fast enough, breathing fast and hard.
Robert presses into him slowly, holding his hips still when he tries to wriggle off of him immediately, protesting around the cloth. Thank God Robert isn't big. Holy shit.
"Shit, you're so hot inside," he moans, sounding breathless in a way he rarely is. Hell yeah, he loves breaking his composure. It's easier to do with his hands, but good to know this works too. "Even more than usual, what the fuck."
His brain whites out when the pretty cock in him presses down on his prostate. He's not really sure what the sound he makes is, but Robert swears, thighs shaking just a touch.
"Look at you, struggling to get it up again," he coos with a mean little laugh, stilling his hips and stroking him from root to tip. He spasms, shoulders straining. He smells light smouldering, and manages to tamp down on his powers so he doesn't burn the guy's skin. "Guess having powers has some downsides, doesn't it? Since you're hard, maybe you'll get to come again." Chad shakes his head, trying to buck him off, but he slacks again when Robert pulls out and rams back in.
Fuckkkk.
"MMrgghhhm."
He's limp against the bed, mouth open around the gag that's wet with drool. He just feels the ache of his rim, and every burst of pleasure that goes off behind his eyes and up his body. Every nerve is on fire. Really the only thing that would make this better is a creampie, but he knows he's not going to get it.
Most of his mind is blissfully empty. He's like a ragdoll, getting fucked further up the bed until Robert has to haul him back with a grip on the cuffs. Robert's back is probably going to sieze up after this. He moans, spine stretching as he's pulled further onto him.
What the hell has gotten into him today?
"If only you could be this well-behaved all the time," Robert grunts. The drag is exquisite, and Chad is clenching up like a vice.
He squeals when Robert reaches around to tug on his poor dick. A sound he will deny making until the end of time. His face contorts, and he squirms, trying to escape. Robert groans like Chad just dirty-talked, the fucker.
"So fucking tight, all overstimulated. I might just have to keep you," Robert manages through his teeth, and his heart flip-flops in delight.
Keep him? That's...
"You're gonna cum again."
"Mm-mmh," he protests, pleading, but the slick hand just tightens and speeds up, and he sobs. He tries to squirm off of his dick, but his legs are like jello. He sobs again when he comes, shaking like a leaf. Holy shit, he's fucking dead and in the afterlife. He can't even see anything.
Robert comes in him with a low groan, still muttering praises, but Chad is already ragdolled, gone. He's got full-body tremours. He's still fluttering around him, like his body can't decide if he's done or not, and he has to catch his breath and keep from touching him again to see if he'll really cry. He's searing hot inside as always.
It's because it's Chad, is the thing. No one gets him riled up like this guy. Just wants to bend and push until...
"Did I break you?" Robert mutters, looking at him, and when Chad doesn't respond he unties the gag and unbuckles the cuffs so he can stretch out properly. Chad lands in his own spend without a sound. Somehow, the cuffs are intact. His control is getting better.
...
"Nrgh," he finally grunts, and Robert sighs in relief. He's going to be sore and achey tomorrow, probably have to double his painkiller amount, but it feels very worth it right now. Especially now that he's heard signs of life. "Fuck."
"Good?"
Robert flops next to him once he's dealt with the condom, and has to tuck a pillow under part of his back, which is already a bad sign. Maybe if he just lays really still the back pain won't find him.
"I'm gonna fucking destroy your asshole when it's my turn," Chad grumbles with vitriol, glaring over his arm at him even as he basks. "You better make sure your prostate's oiled up bitch."
"You're disgusting." Robert stretches to swat him on the ass again to watch it jiggle, and Chad just grunts, too spent to move. He looks nice when he's exhausted.
He's tired too, and he rubs at his eyes and yawns. He's probably going to sleep right here, right now. Chad's too tired to kick him out.
"Mm... Might actually have to keep you though." He closes his eyes.
"Yeah right," Chad mutters under his breath. "Fucking Bob, talking like you own me, bitch."
Robert can't see the expression on Chad's face, the yearning. He's already asleep next to him. Once he's sure that the normie is actually asleep and not just pretending, Chad worms his way closer, and curls up against him. He's still trembling from the sex, and he hides his face next to him, breathing out in the darkness.