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Something about that mecha-bitch was driving Flambae nuts today. The flat, greasy hair, the unkempt face, the still-somehow-too-big company shirt that had never seen an iron, demanding voice telling him what to do every five fucking minutes. It was all so… annoying. Sure, that was the word.
Clean yourself up bitch, stop telling me what to do. There was just so much to hate. It was getting on his nerves, building up. Just so fucking… frustrating. That was definitely closer. Just fucking… shut up, already! You’re pissing me off. He couldn’t get it out of his head. Aggravating, appalling, bothersome, irritating. Those were all words too, but they still weren’t right.
Flambae grumbled as he pulled out his thesaurus app, clicking through synonym after synonym. Agitating, inflammatory, rousing? … provocative? Stimulating??? Fuck! Fuck the thesaurus, pretentious bullshit. He just wanted to get this fucking shift over already.
When Robert was done he’d probably go back to his dull-ass apartment, secondhand mattress flat on the floor, probably fucking stinks, too. Fucking normie. Worked here for like almost a year or some shit at this point, who doesn’t have any furniture when they work a full time job? Not even a bed frame!?! Anyways it doesn’t fucking matter because again! Flambae! Does! Not! Care! He couldn’t care fucking less. That’s why he’s done thinking about it.
And just when he was done thinking about it, that totally definitely grating, stupid smooth voice came again. “Flambae, don’t make me repeat myself again. Do your fucking job, you have an assignment.”
Flambae, who has perfect hearing and a perfect attention span, snapped back, “Not my fault you’re fucking boring. I have better shit to do. Shift’s over.”
“Shift’s not over until all the active calls are finished. Everyone else has managed it but look who’s dragging us behind. Again.”
“Ugh, whatever. Just shut it. I’m going, okay?”
The others said something, but Flambae was too busy thinking about how much he didn’t care what rObErT had to say to listen. It only took him like ten minutes to finish the stupid assignment anyways so he had no clue what all the fucking fuss was about.
As soon as the caller was satisfied, Flambae took to the sky, “Happy now? I’m fucking out.” He heard the asshole start to say something but Flambae’s ear piece was quickly disconnected to finally give him some damn peace and quiet. Listening to everyone yapping all day was becoming overstimulating as hell. That shaggy-haired gasbag blaming him for keeping them late was rich when it was that bitch who decided to take a last-minute call in the first place. That cocky, nonchalant, cornball, over-inflated ego-having wet rag of a ‘man’ existed like it was his job to get under Flambae’s skin. And whyyyy was it working?
Flambae needed to blow off some steam. Badly. Or he’d be blowing off more than steam. A devious idea crept into his head and he changed his course before giving it a second thought. The flames carrying him through the sky burned brighter as he sped towards his destination. He figured he probably had at least an hour. Let the blowing of steam commence.
When he touched down on the fourth floor balcony, the door didn’t slide open easily. “Who the fuck locks a balcony?” No matter. The door was easily opened with a bit of… persuasion. Actually, Flambae persuaded so hard the damn door almost came off its track, he even left a crack that feathered out from the handle. But like, who the fuck cares about some loser’s deposit? It was probably null from like, dog piss or something anyway.
Moving on from that thought, when he stepped in, the place looked even more depressing than usual. Dirty clothes piled in the corner, the smell of what was definitely dirty sink dishes or old leftovers coming from the kitchen. A doggy pad in the corner, unused, thank fuck. It honestly almost made him feel kinda bad for the guy. Almost. To his left was that sad floor mattress, stains of unknown origin he hoped were from the previous owner. Or would that be sadder? Whatever. He didn’t even want to know the state of the bathroom.
Honestly? Flambae had come to do some property damage: check. But the state of the place killed his vengeful spirit. And the food stench was really bugging him. Ugh, fucking loser. Do your fucking dishes.
Before he knew it, he was angrily dumping crusty food down the garbage disposal and scrubbing those dishes like it was that asshole dispatcher’s stubbled face he was fixing. Five minutes and the offending smell was gone. “Was that so fucking hard, bitch?” He said with a snarl, to no one. But he was sure the sentiment would stick around.
The next thing that filled the air was that pile of laundry, “Fucking- this guy has like three shirts, it’s like he wants to wear dirty clothes. Ugh.” He stomped over to the offenders and glared at them. Literally just SDN shirts, work pants, and socks and underwear that probably should've been retired months ago.
It smelled like him. “It smells like ass!” He yelled, kicking the garments out of their stack and scattering them across the room. He huffed as he watched them land, then something bright orange remaining in the corner caught his eye.
“No fucking way.” He recoiled, eyebrows shooting up. Flambae didn’t spot any anti-bacterial soap, so this thing was probably the culprit of the ass smell.
It was a fucking dildo. Like, kind of a big one. Thick and orange, so fucking orange. Definitely nothing to read into there.
Another devious idea simmered in the back of Flambae’s mind.
Feeling disgust and nothing else, he grabbed a paper towel from the kitchen and picked the thing up like it was something hazmat should handle. It probably was. He rushed it to the bathroom and shoved it under some water, grabbing literally the only non-dish specific, soap-like substance in the whole fucking bachelor pad, 2-in-1 shampoo and body wash. Of course. Literally what else would that loser use?
Flambae muttered under his breath and squeezed his eyes shut so he could avoid thinking about what he was doing as he scrubbed the thing to hell and back. Not that shutting his eyes helped, it was so obviously dick-shaped. And slick with soap, and thick… and then his mind wandered to that uptight-ass blue shirt-wearing scumbag that lived rent-free in his head, pumping this thing in and out of himself like it was the only thing that could make him feel good. And, and… fuck. The thesaurus was right.
Flambae hung his head in shame as his eyes slowly opened to the almost painfully bright orange of the toy in his hands, and slid down to the growing bulge in his own suit.
That idea simmering in the back of his mind boiled to the surface, and he frantically threw open every cabinet in the whole place to find some lube, or something. A half-empty tub of vaseline was the only option. He tried not to think too hard about like, germ theory or whatever, as he scooped some up with several fingers and found his way to the dirty floor mattress, peeling his super suit off to his thighs and lying on his back. He pulled his hair out of its ponytail and yanked his dick out of its jockstrap.
He rutted the toy against himself a few times, noting how similar it and himself were in size and shape. Still not gonna read into that. The sooner it gets out of sight, the sooner it’ll be out of mind. His fingers found ease in the familiar spread of his asshole, thoroughly lubricating the area as he twitched and moaned.
It was a rush job, but once he got three fingers deep he was itching to feel fuller.
The head of Robert’s toy slipped in easily and his voice echoed through Flambae’s mind. “Fuck, ahh-” Flambae choked a gasp as he pressed it further in, the middle of the toy much wider than the tip or the base. “Uhh, haah- yeah…” He bit his lip, images of Robert barking into his headset invading the forefront of his mind, scolding Flambae for fucking up, praising him for a job well done, criticizing him for the fucked up shit he was currently doing.
The toy buried itself deep inside him as he pushed past the widest part and Flambae cried out, chest heaving. He began a frenzied pace, the time limit of Robert coming home and finding him like this vaguely registering somewhere in his head. He thought of Robert in this exact position, letting out his frustration towards Flambae by fucking himself silly with a toy that played into the fantasy. “Ha-hah… fucking loser~” Flambae moaned breathily, tilting his head back and pressing his feet into the mattress to lift his hips up and fuck himself faster. Robert definitely wasn’t this big, but that didn’t stop his brain from concocting an image of Robert gripping him hard by the thighs and driving him into the mattress, that voice filling his ears again.
“Look at you. You’re fucking disgusting, you know that? Once a villain, always a villain. At least you’re pretty, you make the perfect little toy for me, don’t you? You want this. You’d love to get caught. Say my name.”
“Fuck… nnnh, ahh, Robert… Fuck me- ahh! Ahhh!” He could feel flames crawling up his shoulders, probably singeing the mattress, but he didn’t stop. The toy filled him so nicely, rubbing up against his prostate and molding his ass around it as he angled it deeper, cinching his brows as he felt himself getting close. He forced the toy in a circular motion as his cock and balls clenched, shooting cum up onto his chest in a few pulses that trickled down onto the mattress. He rode it for at least a minute before the ringing in his ears died down.
Coming back into reality, a wave of guilt washed over him, suddenly overshadowed by a feeling of panic as he heard the sounds of six familiar footsteps getting closer from the hall. Or, more accurately, two footsteps, and four pawsteps.
Oh, fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. Flambae’s body was on fire, not literally this time, as he snapped his jockstrap back into place and clumsily dragged his suit back on in dread before crashing through the blinds and jetting out the balcony door just as he heard keys jiggling in the lock. He was still panting heavily as his mind went to a million different places; What the fuck did he just do? Robert will definitely know it was him; What the fuck is he going to do at work? He’s so getting fired; He really did do property damage, what the fuck was he thinking?; Why is hair getting in his face? Fuck, he left his hairtie behind; Why does his ass feel- holy shit, there’s no fucking way.
The toy.
Was still.
Inside him.
How the fuck did he not notice? After the euphoria and adrenaline wore off, it became Extremely Uncomfortable. You ever try to fly halfway across a city with a big-ass dildo in your ass? Didn’t think so. Literally who would?
He couldn’t possibly stop somewhere, so he just toughed it out until he made it to his own balcony, the door to the inside unlocked, like a normal fucking person.
Yes, that’s the word you’d use to describe someone who did what Flambae just did. Normal. Just your average Joe. And not mega-perverted-totally-fucked-up-and-absolutely-and-completely-fucking-screwed. He scrambled to the shower, carefully removing the totally-not-supposed-to-resemble-his-own-dick-because-his-coworker-slash-boss-has-a-thing-for-him dildo from inside himself and letting it drop. He let the water pour over him like shame for who knows how long. He didn’t even want to think about how Robert might be reacting right now. Would he call the cops? Would he rush over here with his mech suit to pummel Flambae into the dirt? Would it remain unspoken, and just fester in the backs of their minds at work until the day they die? Oh, yeah, dying. He could do that. Just crawl in a hole and shrivel up and die. No more consequences. Yeah, that sounds like a good plan.
But Flambae didn’t die. Shriveled up, sure. But mostly just in his bed and mostly not crying shame tears and thinking about how thoroughly he just ruined his own life. AGAIN.
When his phone started blowing up he kicked it across the room and didn’t care whether he broke it.
Let him wait in the dark a little longer.
Let Robert get all his well-justified abuses out before having to face the music.
Flambae didn’t know when he fell asleep, he just knew he was calling in sick tomorrow. Sick in the fucking head.
~~~~~~~~~
When Robert and Beef arrived back at the apartment, something was off. Very off. The heat, the smell of burnt polyester and something musty. Oh, and his balcony door was all but off its track, the lock clearly busted and half of the slats from the blinds scattered on the floor. “What the fuck???”
He tied Beef to the outside handle of the door and grabbed the bat he kept tucked into the corner behind it. Whoever did this could still be here. He scoped the place out before taking in any details, jumping bat-first around the corner of the counter, slamming the bathroom door open, and carefully swinging the bat through the balcony door to catch whoever might have done this.
When he realized the culprit was long gone, his attention turned to the state of the place. The sliding door was cracked slightly, and the floor was strewn with his unwashed clothes. The mattress was… burnt? And wet? “What the fuck…” The bat dropped to the floor as his eyes were drawn to a little orange hair tie on the ground. The pieces were starting to come together. “What…” He wandered into the kitchen, which was notably less messy than he had left it, all his dishes drying neatly on a towel laid out on the counter. “...the fuck?” He scratched his head as he meandered into the bathroom, his 2-in-1 left open and oozing in the sink, and his vaseline left open on the edge of the sink with two distinct finger-divots in it. “Fucking what.” He was starting to dread inspecting the mattress.
Rightfully so, as it had black burn marks traveling up it in an eerily body-shaped pattern. And some damp spots he would rather not think about. He had noticed the orange hair tie, but was starting to realize, what with the scattered clothes, something else of a similar hue should be catching his attention. His stomach dropped. No fucking way. His head spun and he backed up against the wall. “This is a nightmare. I’m dreaming. I’ll wake up any second now. Any… any second now. Fuck!” He slid down to the floor, head in his hands. This was real. He knew exactly who did this. And exactly what he did. In some fucked up way it was kind of hot, but oh my god it was so fucking fucked up.
After a few minutes, Robert shoved the mattress out the broken door and decided he’d deal with that later. For now, he threw the hair tie in the garbage and let Beef in, now that he knew that there was no active threat. A threat to his sanity, and to his already aching back maybe, but, at least Beef would be fine.
After the room stopped spinning, Robert found the outrage to shoot Flambae a barrage of texts, including but not limited to:
“wtf is wrong with you???”
“did you fucking take it with you?”
“keep it i DONT want it back”
“sick fuck”
“if i file a police report youll go back to jail. do u really fuckingh want that?”
“answer me”
And after a couple beers,
“why did you do my dishes what the actual fuck is wrong with you”
“had to do it in my fucking bed too, wtaf”
“trashed my shit. made me think there was some freak in my place”
“i guess there WAS”
“genuine question did you fly with it in ur fucking ass”
“u r cra z”
“u owe me a new matress”
“& vaseline”
“and my DOOr”
“anser me.”
After staring angrily and somewhat drunkenly at his phone, Robert decided to try calling. He wanted answers. Now.
Flambae did not pick up, so he tried again several more times. Eventually, he tossed his phone to the side and sighed, pulling Beef into his lap and burying his face in the wide body of the chihuahua.
Back aching, Robert awoke to the sound of shuffling coming from his balcony. He leaned up from his seated position where Beef still lay in his lap, his neck seizing when he raised it too quickly. After adjusting to the morning light, he noticed the mattress outside appeared to be… moving? And then it rose into the air, followed by- oh. Flambae was taking it. Of course. Who fucking cares right? Not like he was gonna use it, what with the scorch marks and all. He had thought about flipping it over to sleep on, but the smell of burnt plastic was just too much. Just come take my other shit while you’re at it, what’s mine is yours, apparently! Asshole.
He couldn’t find the strength to rise and confront the super just yet, and he was gone anyway. A large metallic thunk came from outside, probably Flambae dropping the sad old thing in the dumpster. But then something weird happened. Another mattress, clean and white, rose up beside the balcony and was set down. Flambae landed next to it and stared guiltily down at the balcony door before struggling to get it open.
“Oh yeah, just waltz right in. Clearly we’re past the breaking-and-entering phase.”
Flambae cringed, and, seemingly unsure of what he could possibly say to excuse his behavior, dragged the new mattress in and plopped it right where the old one was.
“Where did you even get that.” He didn’t actually want to know. Probably stole it from some poor schmuck.
“Uh… don’t worry about it.” Beef jumped out of Robert’s arms and trotted over to Flambae, who frowned tiredly down at the dog and sighed. He returned to the balcony and bent down to grab something, then tossed a pile of folded fabric on the mattress as well. “Sheets.”
Robert groaned as he hoisted himself up by the wall. “I don’t even know where to start.” He said, his anger rising as he remembered the series of discoveries he’d made when he got home. He slowly stomped towards Flambae, counting a finger for each item, “You break my door, make a mess of my clothes, use my dildo, do my dishes??? Burn my fucking mattress, and LEAVE?” He glared into the penitent face of the man in front of him. “What the actual fuck is wrong with you?! And you didn’t even answer my texts! Then you show up and replace my mattress that you ruined? Do you just expect me to forgive you?”
“Fuck no.”
“Then why are you here?!”
“I just-, I’m just-” Flambae had no idea how to answer that. He had no idea what the fuck he was doing. No idea what came over him in the first place. It was unforgivable. He looked up and made a step towards Robert before staggering back as a fist connected with his jaw.
“Fucking ow.” Robert groaned, holding his fist in his other hand. Should’ve expected that punching a super would hurt.
Flambae held his face where Robert had punched it and stared at the floor. “Yeah, that’s fair. I’ll uh… I’ll go.” He began to turn around.
“Don’t just leave, I want a fucking explanation.”
Flambae hunched his shoulders, and crossed his arms protectively across his midsection. “I uh… I’m really sorry. I don’t know what the fuck I was thinking. I wanted to get back at you for pissing me off, just break some of your things. I guess you’re right either way, that’s some crazy shit to pull.” He turned to face Robert again, “Then, I saw… it.” he glanced away, “I don’t know, I went to clean it for some fucking reason, then I just kept… thinking about you using it? One thing turned into another, ugh… crazy shit. What the fuck is wrong with me. It being orange, and like, it made me think… there was a thing here.” He motioned between himself and Robert, “Emphasis on was, I guess. I should just leave you alone. I fucked up big time. I did look at your texts, the mattress is the least I could… Ugh.”
He seemed outright disgusted with himself. Good! He should be!
But, the image of Flambae using something that was supposed to resemble him, that Robert had used so many times thinking of him… Well…
“There was. Is.”
“Huh?” A glint appeared in Flambae’s eye as he met Robert’s gaze.
“I think… I would have been less mad… If I had just caught you.” Robert couldn’t believe the words coming out of his own mouth, “And ah, it is. Supposed to represent you, I mean.” Oh god, there’s no putting those words back where they came from.
A cautious smirk made its way onto Flambae’s face. “You know… It’s not that far off.”
Robert’s stomach did a little flip. This situation was already so absolutely fucked. Fuck it. He cleared his throat, “It’s um… Heh, uh… You know, you brought this new mattress, it uh, it would be a shame not to,” he paused, palms sweating like crazy as he wiped them on his work pants that he hadn’t changed out of, “break it in…?” He pursed his lips as he locked eyes with Flambae.
Flambae was awestruck, his heartbeat picking up as the words sunk in. He swallowed, throat dry. “You serious? Even after what I did?” He watched as Robert slowly nodded.
The air stagnated around them as the awkwardness set in.
They both spoke at the same time.
“Do you wanna-”
“Should I-”
They laughed nervously and Flambae glanced down at Beef, “Put him in the bathroom, maybe?”
Robert scratched at his stubble, “I should still walk him, maybe you get set up here while I do that?”
Flambae just nodded absently. Set up? What does that mean, exactly?
He watched as the two of them leashed up and headed out.
He put the sheets on the new mattress and grabbed the–still open–vaseline from the bathroom, then sat cross-legged on the mattress, fiddling with the hem of his suit while he waited for Robert to return.
The awkwardness was almost dizzying. He could just leave. He had emailed Mandy claiming to be sick and saying he wouldn’t be coming in to work today, but he still had time to change his mind. Was it really worth it to screw up his relationship with Robert further? They still had to work together, he had been sure that was over last night after everything, but this was just unexpected and, frankly, a bad idea. I mean, the feelings were totally and completely and exclusively sexual in nature, for sure. Definitely. That’s why he was reassuring himself so much. Sex with a coworker, it’s fine, not complicated at all. Nope. Totally cool. What is taking them so long???
Before he could officially decide this was a terrible idea, which it definitely was, the door opened and freed him of his rambling thoughts.
Robert looked slightly surprised to see Flambae, almost as if the situation at hand had slipped his mind. He moved Beef’s bed and food and water bowls to the bathroom and closed him in there, then took a moment before turning to face Flambae. “Honestly, I half expected you to be gone.”
Flambae went rigid, “I can leave-”
“No! Just, I wasn’t sure if you’d… decide this was weird-”
“It is fucking weird, but like, I still want to, obviously, or I wouldn’t have pulled that shit.”
Robert clasped his hands together, “You didn’t… bring the dildo with you, did you?”
“No…? You said you didn’t want it back, I can get it-”
“It’s fine, just thought it might be fun-”
“It would take me like twenty minutes-”
“Well… I guess that would give me time to let Mandy know I’m not coming in, and shower-”
“You don’t need to shower.” Flambae blurted. They both paused and stared at each other.
“Uh, okay. Laundry, then.” Robert grinned awkwardly and started gathering his clothes, which Flambae took as his signal to leave, so he took to the skies.
The whole flight he kept thinking how unreal this whole situation had become.
Robert collected his dirty work clothes and balled them up, speed-walking down to the laundry room to start the wash, then rushing back up to the apartment. The whole time, he felt like he was floating in a daze. How did he go from socking Flambae in the face for breaking in and using his dildo, to having Flambae welcomed in and probably using the dildo on him? Holy fuck, things were going to get messy.
But uh, before that, Robert needed to prep, like, now. If what Flambae said about the size of the dildo vs the real thing was true and he wasn’t just boasting, it would take some major warming up for them to get anywhere. Robert shuffled out of his pants and lowered himself to the bed, grabbing the vaseline with two distinct Flambae-finger marks in it. The action was familiar, the context entirely new. He figured working up a little sweat in his work shirt wouldn’t hurt, since Flambae seemed to like him gross.
This train of thought led to other possibilities as he lubricated his fingers and started trailing his rim, laying back and holding one of his legs to the side.
If this went well, which it fucking better, they could get into all sorts of shit. He pictured watching Flambae in the gym, his muscles bulging against each other, sweat trailing down into the edges of his suit, ripe and standing over Robert to spot him, Robert laid back on the bench, so tantalizingly close to Flambae’s clothed cock, daring himself to close the distance, that smug, chiseled face cockily staring down at him, knowing exactly what he’s thinking.
Big hands, one marred by the man they would currently hold pinned to the wall-to-wall mirrors, forcing him to look at himself as he gets railed from behind, feet dangling from being held up, totally helpless, the mirrors shaking so hard they could shatter.
Robert was two fingers deep by this point and rock hard, his fingers scissoring to make room for the real deal, the cock he’d been forced to imagine from what little he’d caught sneaking glances at the office and in the locker room. For someone so fucking cocky, the man sure was good at keeping his modesty. Fuck, he couldn’t wait. The toy was a crude stand-in for what he really wanted, and he wouldn’t have to imagine for much longer. Goddamn, Flambae’s hands were so much bigger than his, and he ran hot, so hot. He couldn’t even conjure what that would feel like as he prodded a third finger to join the others. Heat filling him up from the inside, stretching him out, buttering him up with sultry words in that obnoxious, nasally voice that was somehow at the same time so fucking charming. He really fucking hoped this worked out, he wanted that man all to himself.
When Robert felt a fire starting to simmer in his core, he stopped and slowly removed his fingers, panting and blinking his eyes open to stare at the ceiling. He checked his phone, still a few minutes until Flambae should be back. He pulled his pants back on, and went to wash his hands in the bathroom, avoiding looking at his own greasy hair and face. He wasn’t sure what Flambae was seeing in him when he looked like this, but considering Robert would probably still find him fucking hot even if he was a couple days without a shower, a mess, deeply depressed, he supposed it made sense. And that made it sink in a little. Flambae really liked him. Like, break in and use his gross dildo on his gross mattress level of liked him. What a fucking way to break the ice.
Robert looked down at Beef, lounging comfortably on his doggy bed, and knelt down to give him some scritches. “Daddy’s gonna be… busy, today, but you’ll get a nice long walk later, okay, buddy? Good Beef.” The chihuahua wagged his tail and stared up at him with that goofy smile, causing Robert to smile back.
He pulled out his phone and shot a text to Mandy letting her know he wasn’t coming in today, then gently shut the door and returned to the mattress.
Flambae was rushing at top speed for the flight back.
Picking up the dildo had made everything feel a lot more real. It was actually happening. He would usually try to push it away, but he had been thinking this way about Robert for a lot longer than he’d care to admit. And they were about to fuck. At Robert’s place. With a dildo Robert had bought specifically to pretend it was Flambae. Holy shit.
He practically crash-landed onto Robert’s balcony, stumbling in through the busted door to find the apartment looking a little tidier than before, and Robert laying on the mattress staring at the ceiling. He quickly sat upright when Flambae burst in.
“That was fast.” His eyes snapped to the bright orange toy in Flambae’s hand, and the bottle of lube in the other.
Flambae was only half-thinking when he stumbled over to the bed and dropped down to Robert’s level, leaning over him, one hand supporting himself on the bed as he neared his face.
Brown eyes stared back at him, both of them waiting for the other to break the barrier.
“Thanks for… Bringing… Lube…” Robert muttered. His eyes traveled from Flambae’s red and disheveled face, down his chest which rose and fell with his heaving breaths, to his crotch, which was definitely… affected, by the current situation. A shocked moan left Robert as Flambae dove in to his neck, feeling his lips and teeth along it as he frantically unbuttoned Robert’s shirt. Robert stretched out his neck and grabbed Flambae by the shoulder, gripping the material of his suit. “Ahh, fuck,” he sighed, spreading his legs as he felt heat travel downward.
Flambae pressed his body into Robert’s, felt his erection against his thigh, ground his hips against the other man. He trailed his mouth down Robert’s chest and tossed his shirt to the side, feeling over the bumps and scars with his hand and lips and tongue. He could feel a hand go to his hair and pull it out of its tie, also discarded, as Robert gripped Flambae’s hair close to the scalp, earning a soft noise. Flambae was straddling one of Robert’s legs and rutted himself against his thigh, god damn he wanted this so fucking bad. Robert started hungrily tearing down the sleeves of Flambae’s suit and they worked together to get it. the fuck. OFF.
Flambae left in his jockstrap, suit in a pile on the floor, Robert still with his stupid pants and belt on, which Flambae took to with a passion, flinging the leather to the side and yanking the denim down so he could bury his face in his cock, taking a long, desperate huff before closing his mouth over the member through his underwear.
“Fuck, oh fuck, Chad.” Robert moaned, gripping the waterfall of dark hair hard as the mouth gnawed around his shaft, sucking through the material. Flambae used both hands to rip the underwear off him, throating Robert’s cock as it was freed while dismissing the shreds of fabric and throwing his pants the rest of the way off.
Robert choked a moan, leaning back hard and pulling on Flambae’s hair in the process, who went to town bobbing his head quickly and every so often catching one of Robert’s balls with his tongue to bring it into his mouth at the same time as he deep throated him. “Fffucking fuck, ohh- ahh- hohmygod-” Robert winced, pressing his hips against the stubbled face and getting so lost in it he just came into Flambae’s mouth without warning. The super took it in stride, reaching his hands under Robert’s thighs to raise him off the bed and move on from his cock to his asshole, where he shoved his tongue deep and fast, earning a higher-pitched moan. Robert’s hands moved to grip the sheets, his vision blurring and breathing ragged already as a hot tongue made itself familiar with his insides, a finger joining it a moment later. The quick ride into stimulation plus the prep Robert had done made the first insertion a breeze, Flambae curling his finger around to look for the magic spot and dive into it, making Robert’s mind go blank.
Flambae was on absolute fucking cloud nine. Seeing the dispatcher taken apart like this made his heart flutter, and the fact he already came once made chasing that second orgasm all the more enticing. The normie’s cock slapped deliciously against his own abdomen and the sounds he was making were too fucking good to be true. Flambae went to add a second finger, using his shoulders to hold Robert up and his other hand to squirt a healthy dollop of lube onto his hole as he drove the second digit home, the sharp, breathy cries from Robert egging him on.
“Wow, you look so fucking natural like this, fuck…” he said under his breath, though he doubted the man could process anything in his state. He wrapped his right arm around Robert’s hips to stroke him as he prepped him for a third finger. He leaned his forehead against Robert’s thigh to focus on the sounds of wetness and bliss, his own erection pleading painfully to be released from containment. “Shit, I gotta get inside you…” He huffed, rubbing his thighs together as best he could to try and get his own pleasure. He added a third finger, then an impatient fourth, but Robert took it like a champ. “You’re already ready for me, what a good boy you are, hm? You do some practice while I was gone? Must be so fucking desperate for my cock. Don’t worry, baby. I’ve got it right here for you.”
Robert grumbled as he felt the fingers leave him and his hips lower to rest on Flambae’s thighs. Opening his eyes, he saw the super red and sweaty, dark hair sticking to his face, mouth open and panting as he quickly aligned himself and pressed in to fill the void he’d created.
Robert wrapped his legs around Flambae tightly, pulling him closer, and reaching his hands out for any part of him he could grab. Clinging to what felt like a hand and some hair, Robert yanked Flambae towards himself, their foreheads colliding and eyes meeting as Flambae started moving, leaning into the hair pull and pinning their clasped hands above Robert’s head. Flambae’s other hand lifted one of Robert’s legs so he could go deeper, moving with a burning desperation as they both huffed hot air in each other’s faces. He felt the hand grip his hair tighter and he slid his face down to lean into Robert’s neck as he curled his body inward to thrust harder. The familiar voice of the dispatcher moaning his name this close to his ear was like a fucking dream.
“You- uhn- sound so fucking pretty, Robert, fuck- you’re so good- ahh-” Flambae groaned, digging his fingertips into Robert’s thigh and intertwining their fingers with his other hand. He felt Robert’s head turn towards him, leaning even closer.
“Been thinking about this- you, for so fucking- ahh, long, ohhhh fuck, hah-” Robert gripped Flambae’s hair harder, his voice and grasp making the hairs stand up on the back of Flambae’s neck.
“Shit- me too, ffuck, ahh, hah, pull it-”
“Hah?”
“My hair, pull it-”
“So that’s hah- your thing, huh?” Robert asked between breaths, wrapping several locks around his fingers and giving them a good tug upward, encouraging Flambae to follow.
Flambae let out a low moan, picking up his pace, “I have- ahh- lots of things, Robert~ you’ll just hah-have to figure them out, mmh-“
A soft chuckle came from Robert as he continued rhythmically pulling at the hair in his hand, “Ahh- sounds like a challenge~”
They both relished in the sounds of each other’s labored breathing and skin against skin.
Robert’s legs fell slowly to the sides as he began to tire, his hand slipping from Flambae’s hair. Flambae took the opportunity to pin the other hand above his head, sinking his elbows into the mattress to either side of Robert’s head and laying into him with his hips. “Ahh! Haah- fuck, I’m close…” he panted, grinding into Robert at an angle and slowing his pace a bit.
He lay his forehead against Robert’s temple, perspiration causing them to slip against each other. Sweat dripping onto Flambae’s lashes, he glanced over momentarily to find brown eyes gazing at him.
There was an exhausted smile on Robert’s face as he turned his head, connecting their mouths.
Fireworks.
Flambae just about short-circuited. He hungrily kissed back, releasing one of Robert’s hands to hold the side of his face instead. His heart thrummed in his chest and he felt Robert wrap his free arm around his back, digging his nails in as Flambae rutted into him. Robert’s legs returned to holding Flambae in position as he neared his peak. Their kiss broke and Flambae rested his forehead on Robert’s cheek as he panted loudly, giving a few last stuttering thrusts before halting, their limbs relaxing, the effort catching up and causing their bodies to tremor slightly.
As Flambae wound down from his climax, he became aware of the hand stroking through his hair. Sweaty fingers sticking to the dark strands, tugging them gently through the motion. The tired breathing coming from Robert slowly turned into huffed laughs, compelling Flambae to lift his head and take in Robert’s red, sweat-dampened face. He had never seen him like this, it was mesmerizing. “What are you… laughing at?” He asked softly between breaths.
This caused Robert to laugh harder, lazily pointing his head toward the balcony, “You left the door open.”
Flambae’s jaw dropped, a jolt of adrenaline shooting up his spine, “Oh fuck.” He started to make a move to get up, but Robert held him in place.
He shrugged, “Just leave it.” A cheeky smile crept onto his face, “No need to get up.” Robert squeezed Flambae’s hand and leaned up once more to meet his lips.
Flambae moved his hand from Robert’s cheek to the nape of his neck to deepen the kiss, the movement causing him to moan at the realization he was still inside of Robert. “Fuck, ahh, you feel so good…” he whispered into his mouth.
Robert tugged at his hair, snaking a leg down to hook under his ankle, “We should’ve done this fucking ages ago,” he whispered back, tonguing into Flambae’s hot mouth. He sighed a moan as he felt Flambae start moving again, slowly and deliberately, “Hohmy… nnh, ahh-”
Flambae pulled back from the kiss, “There are so many fucking things I wanna do to you…” He muttered, moving his lips to Robert’s neck, and up to his ear, he released his hold from Robert’s hand, to glide the palm over his chest, and reach down to stroke him once more. His dick was wet and pliant, the leisurely movements of Flambae’s hand and mouth pulling more sweet noises from Robert’s throat. He felt Robert bury his face in the crook of his neck, breathing heavily against him. The other hand found its way into Flambae’s hair as Robert shakily jolted his hips against the hot hand pleasuring him and the half-hard cock still inside him.
“Ohh- fuck, that’s so… goooood…”
Flambae chuckled against Robert’s ear, pressing his lips to his temple. He gently worked his palm up and down the rigid shaft, pushing his hips rhythmically against the other man, coaxing him towards another release. “You sound so fucking perfect, Robert, how the fuck are we gonna survive at work?”
He chuckled in response, clinging harder to Flambae’s hair and sighing contentedly, “Fuck work- ahh!” his head tilted back as he felt the hand squishing around the head of his cock, “ahh… mmm, fuck, Chad-”
“Dangerous words there, Robbo~” he grunted, finding a spot on Robert’s neck to suck on. After leaving a decent mark, he nibbled his way along the scruffy jawline towards Robert’s mouth, diving in to explore with his tongue and familiarize himself with the area once more. They moaned against each other as he sped up his hand, the tremor and press of Robert’s legs, and the walls clenching around his cock telling him he was getting close again. Flambae pulled back to indulge in the look on Robert’s face, “You’re so tight, you feeling good? You gonna cum again for me, baby?” he asked quietly, slowing his hip movement to really focus on drawing the orgasm out of him.
Robert just nodded, fingers pressing into Flambae’s scalp as his voice rose in volume, eyebrows knitting together and legs cinching themselves around Flambae wherever they could. His head shuddered back against the mattress as he choked out a shaky moan, the hand on him directing his release up onto his chest in several pulses, then winding down as Flambae let him ride out his climax.
Breath returned to him and his chest raised and lowered intensely, “Oh fuck, ahhh, shitahh, hahh-”
“Damn, that was a good one, huh..?” Flambae muttered, taking in the tired, satisfied face of the man beneath him. “God, you are so fucking hot, Robert.” He stared at him wistfully, pushing the hairs stuck to Roberts damp face to the side.
Robert’s eyes fluttered open to meet his gaze, his arms and legs relaxing and falling to a resting position. As he caught his breath, his thoughts began to gather again. “So, you uh…” He started, throat dry from breathing so heavily, “You wanna stay the night?”
Flambae snickered and dropped his forehead to Robert’s chest, then looked back up at him incredulously, “It’s only like, eight in the fucking morning!”
He shrugged, “Then we’ve got lots of time.”
Flambae rolled his eyes amusedly, “Guess we can check some things off the bucket list, then, huh? You sure you’ll be good to work tomorrow?”
“Eh, I got PTO I can use.”
“Heh, works for me.” Flambae shrugged back, smiling into a wet, slow kiss.
A gurgling noise interrupted the moment and Robert made an awkward face as Flambae pulled back.
“Was that your stomach? When was the last time you ate?”
“Like… two…?”
“In the middle of the night?”
“No, like, two, pm?”
Flambae’s attitude switched from teasing to appal. “You haven’t eaten since lunch yesterday? The fuck are you thinking?”
“Hey, it’s your fault, you distracted me from dinner and breakfast.”
“I think you could’ve found the time.” Flambae said angrily, slowly raising himself up from the bed and officially pulling out.
Robert shuddered, damp skin now exposed to the less-than-Flambae-temperature air. He grunted as he sat up, starting on some leg stretches, “I had to like, prep and shit.”
“You could have said something, at least! You’re so fucking desperate for dick you’d starve yourself?? Over here clinging to me when you’re malnourished as shit. You need breakfast, bitch!”
Robert had no response, he just grumbled and massaged his aching body.
Flambae pulled his jockstrap back on, “Do you at least have like, eggs or something?”
Robert shrugged and mumbled, “I don’t know, maybe?”
“You don’t know if you have eggs?” Flambae bit, heading to the fridge and pulling it open.
“I eat out a lot.”
“Yeah, of course you fucking do. No one ever taught you how to budget?”
“Is it that obvious?”
“Is that a real question?” Flambae huffed, grabbing a carton from the fridge and scouring the kitchen for a pan.
“What are you doing?”
“Cooking some fucking eggs.”
“You’re making me breakfast?”
Flambae turned on the stove and found a bowl, breaking maybe half a dozen eggs into it. “You’re clearly not gonna do it.”
Robert raised his eyebrows, groaning as he stood. The sight of Flambae standing, practically naked, in his kitchen, angrily making him eggs, almost turned him on more than the other stuff. “Damn.”
“What.”
“I… Thanks. And also, you’re hot.”
“Mhm.”
Robert’s eyes moved to his clothes, once again scattered about the floor by Flambae. He started to put them back on. “I should probably go move my laundry or the neighbor’s gonna throw them out again.”
“Again? No wonder you have fucking nothing to wear. Go do your laundry, then you’re eating this whole fucking thing.”
Robert fumbled for the doorknob as he watched Flambae work, whisking the eggs to a pulp with a fork, some ham slices, american cheese, and milk he’d also pulled out sitting on the counter. Robert watched his forearm flexing as he mixed, his tight pecs jiggling just a bit and his jockstrap leaving very little to the imagination, ass hanging out and bouncing with the movement. He was speckled with hair, a few moles dotting his body. “Damn.” Robert was practically drooling.
Flambae shot him a dirty look, “Go, bitch.”
He was practically bounding down the stairs to race to the laundry room. There were a few other people in there who gave him a weird look for rushing in so quickly, but he just grabbed the ball of damp clothes and dunked them into an open dryer, turning it on and rushing back out and up the stairs.
The same view awaited him when he returned, out of breath, thirsty in more ways than one. He grabbed a sparkling water from the fridge and chugged it down while continuing to stare, some water spilling out of his mouth and dribbling down his chin.
Flambae glanced at him judgingly, flipping the omelet in the pan. “Can’t believe I never noticed you staring before, you’re fucking terrible at hiding it.”
“I wasn’t even trying to, you were just too busy inflating your own ego to see reality.”
“Okay, bitch’s got claws. Well, stare all you like, baby, this ass is all yours.” Flambae grinned smugly, taking in the somewhat embarrassed look that crossed Robert’s face. “Sit your pretty ass down. Breakfast.” He said, sliding the omelet onto a plate and serving it in front of the one barstool Robert had apparently come into possession of at some point.
Robert did just that, eyes still glued to Flambae as he scarfed down the omelet. “Fuck, this is good.” He groaned, finishing it quickly. He grabbed his plate, eyeing the bright orange dildo laying on the mattress as he passed it and set his dish on the counter. He took another long look up and down Flambae’s body, tracing over the bare version of the muscles he’d long been familiarizing himself with.
Flambae was washing the pan in the sink as Robert came up behind him to run his hands over his broad, defined back and down to his thighs, grinding up on his ass, which Flambae leaned back into. “Hmhm, already itching for more, eh Robbo? think you can keep up?”
Robert was horned all the way up, “Think you can fit them both in me?” he asked, cupping flambae’s soft bulge and earning a moan, he slid a hand up to grab a broad, slightly fatty tit too, giving it a squeeze.
“What the fuck are you talking ab-” his eyes moved to the dildo, “Fffuck, I can fucking try, heh… would love to see that shit.” Robert’s hand wrapped around the shaft and gave it some tugs through the cloth.
“Mmm, fuck, you’re so big… You felt so good inside me, I want more…”
“Ohh my god, Robert, ahh…” Flambae placed his hands on the counter, grinding back against Robert’s hardon as his own filled out Robert’s hand. “Your voice is so hot. I’ll give you whatever the fuck you want.”
“I want your fat fucking cock in my ass, and I want you to try and fit that thing right next to it.” He slid his hand under the material to find Flambae’s dick already leaking. “Ahhh…” he sighed breathily, stroking it firmly and listening to the moans he pulled from the super. The next words came out a little more whiney, “I want it…mmh. Give it to me. Put it in me, mmm, please…”
Flambae’s self control simply crumbled and he turned to push Robert against the opposite counter, fumbling with his belt and throwing it to the side again, “Why the fuck’d you put this shit back on?” He muttered, yanking Robert’s pants down, who was now commando, his desperate dick standing full mast.
“So you could rip it off me.” Robert smirked.
Flambae lifted Robert onto the counter and spread his legs, pulling his jockstrap down. He pressed the head of his dick against Robert’s still slightly slick hole, leaning over him and moaning loudly as he pressed in, “Fuck, it’s like you’re made for me.” he slurred, gripping the counter as he felt nails dig into his back.
Robert’s voice raised in pitch as Flambae started moving, “Could say the, uhn- same fucking thing. Ahh- fuck, Chad, I fucking needed this… Ohmygod…” He clung to Flambae’s back, letting his legs bounce to the rhythm of their fucking, “Mmmh- mmh- yeah.. ohhh, you have no- ahh- idea, how many fff-ahh… fucking times, I ahh- imagined this.. fuck…”
“Unh- Robert…. you’re gonna make me fucking come, mmh, talking like that, nnhah-”
“It’s, hah- it’s true, though, haah! You g- mmh, you get me so f-ahh… ffucking hard at work… hnnnmh~”
“Oh fuck… ahh- you ever- nnm touch yourself, l-listening to me? Fuck, Robert… you feel amazing…”
“Yes… ahh, fuck… I re- mmh, sometimes I t- take home the, ahh recordings- nnh…”
Flambae chuckled breathlessly, “That’s so fucking hot..”
“You’re such a- hah, fucking brat- I always, mmh, wanna shut you up- ahh, with my cock… but I just knew you’d f-fill me, so g-good- ahh…”
“Fuck, Robert, oh fuck- I gotta- hnngI’mgonna-”
“Come inside, hah, come inside… ahh, mmh-”
“Mmm, I’m gonna fill you up- nnh- like you’re a fucking twinkie…”
Robert choked out a strained laugh, “Ew, what the fuck? Haah- haha, what?!”
Flambae giggled under his breath and gripped Robert’s hips, burying himself deep as he breathed raggedly, giving a few short, hard thrusts. He came hard, his head spinning a little and knees wobbling. He leaned forward, burying his face in Robert’s shoulder as he panted and caught his breath, “Fuck, Robert, you make me crazy…”
“You were… haaah… already crazy.” He said, releasing his nails from Flambae’s back. “Take me to the mattress?”
Flambae huffed a laugh, scooping Robert up by the bum and lifting him off the counter. His cock slipped out, causing them both to moan. Then he slowly made his way to the mattress and lay Robert down, sitting on his knees between Robert’s legs. He took in the view, the dispatcher once again sweat-damp and shuddering. “You are such a fucking pillow princess~” he said fondly, crawling overtop Robert and sinking into a kiss.
Robert’s hand went to the back of Flambae’s head as he returned the kiss, relishing in the soft lips of the other man. He pulled back and gave him a sultry look, “Not always, just really fucking need this.” He patted the side of Flambae’s face, “You’ve got the stamina, I believe in you.”
He scoffed, “Yeah, thanks.” He gave him one more gentle kiss, “Now, about your idea… you like, sure about that?”
“Mmhm~ I wanna see if I can take both…” He muttered, biting his lip and sliding a hand down his own chest to insert a couple fingers into his gaping hole, “ahh, fuck, Chad, you opened me up so much…” he moaned, tilting his head back.
Flambae’s jaw dropped and he slid back to sit on his knees again to watch the show, Robert’s two fingers slipping in and out of himself easily, Flambae’s cum dripping down between them, the ring of his asshole looking used and inviting. Flambae stroked his already hard again cock to the sight, “Fucking hell…”
Robert’s eyes opened a crack to gaze longingly at the super stroking his thick shaft, “Put the toy in me, then put your cock in next to it. Fuck, I want you so bad…”
“Oh, fuck.” Flambae whispered, moving into action. He took the dildo from beside them and slathered it impatiently in lube, watching Robert toy with his ass, adding more fingers as he stared at Flambae. Robert spread his legs further, lifting his hips off the mattress.
“In me, put it in. Please~”
Flambae obliged, sidling himself closer to Robert and pulling his hips up into his lap. He placed the base of the dildo next to his own cock and pressed the head of the dildo easily into Robert’s hole.
“Ohh, mmm” Robert moaned, gripping the sheets beneath him, “m-more…”
Flambae watched in wonder as he pressed the toy further in, the wide middle portion stretching Robert further as he swallowed it up.
“Oh my g- ahh, yeah.. mm, more…”
Flambae squirted some more lube onto the hungry ring, using his fingers to distribute it around his entrance and earning some shuddering moans from the man in front of him. “Fuck, Robert, you have such a greedy little hole…” he muttered, pressing it in and groaning at the ease with which it bottomed out. “Am I really gonna fit next to it?”
“Ahh- ahh- give me more…” Robert whined, reaching his hand down to try slipping a finger in next to the toy. “F-fuck, give me your cock… now, Chad…”
“Oh my fucking god, Robert. Okay, fuck, give me a minute.” Flambae held the toy deep inside Robert as he lubricated his own cock, stroking the plentiful substance all the way down his shaft. His fingers slick, he pressed one next to the base of the toy and managed to slide it in, the tight walls around his finger clenching as he pushed further. “Fuck, youre so tight…”
Robert squirmed at the new hot insertion, his thighs shaking a little and face twisted up in pleasure and pain. “Chad… Chad…” he whimpered.
Flambae pressed a second finger under the threshold of Robert’s hole, and he began spreading and moving his fingers to make more space, “You’re so fucking beautiful, fuuuck…” His erection was almost painful, but the last thing he wanted to do was rush this. He used his hips to hold the toy in place and used his hand to bring Robert’s weeping cock next to his own, stroking them both as his fingers worked him open, “Fuck, Robert, I think I… mmm. unh, fuck.”
After some painstaking patience, Flambae had four fingers inside Robert next to the toy. Robert was shaking, begging for him, making a mess of the sheets, staring into his soul, his hole pulsing around his hot fingers. “In mee… put it in mee mmh- fuck, Chad, your cock, I want your cock…”
He finally relented, carefully removing his fingers from the needy hole. He pulled the toy out slightly to make room to press the two together, causing Robert to whine loudly in protest. He added one more squirt of lube for good measure, and held his cock tightly against the toy as he pressed them both in, stuttering all sorts of praise as Robert took them both, “Fuck, you’re so fucking good, Robert, you take both my cocks so well, your hole was made for me, fuck baby, you’re fucking everything…”
Robert was similarly gone, “Ahww fuck, Chad, you’re inside me, fuck, finally, I need you so bad, you’re mine, it’s mine, I want you, fuck-” He reached up to grip Flambae hard by the back of his neck, digging his nails into the skin as he got so, so full. “Ohhh fuck, more! Put it all the way…”
Flambae panted hard as he pushed them in past the widest part, the tight ring squeezing the hell out of him. They passed the middle and it was like Robert sucked them the rest of the way in, his hole molding around them as they pressed against his insides.
Stars danced across Robert’s vision as he came harder than he ever fucking had, his cock shooting straight up onto his chest, a guttural cry coming from him as he clung to the super. “Ahh! Fuckmygohmyfuckingchadfuck!” he rambled as more was wrung out of him, dribbling and spurting out, his cock slapping up against his abdomen as Flambae started thrusting hard and fast. The toy was keeping him plugged, not allowing him to pull out more than an inch or so before slamming back in and blasting Robert’s prostate. Flambae picked him up off the mattress, leaning forward and moving Robert’s body in rhythm onto his cocks, practically treating him like a fuckdoll. It was exactly what he fucking wanted. He felt so full, so useful, fuck, it was heaven.
Flambae’s mind blanked out as he listened to the whines of the dispatcher. It was so fucking perfect, he was being squeezed so tightly, the rings of Robert’s rectum milked his cock, forcing him to rub alongside the toy, and he came inside him again, the cum lubricating the hole that seemed eager to never let him go. It opened up more and more for him, Robert’s nails digging in wherever he could find purchase, his voice losing any semblance of language as he was handled like a human fleshlight. Flambae felt another orgasm overtake him, sending shivers up his back, over his shoulders, and snaking up his neck as he panted raspily. He wasn’t even sure if he had anything left but it felt so fucking good he didn’t want to stop. He clung to Robert tighter, angling his shoulders onto the mattress so he could drive into him with more leverage. The resounding choking gasps and nails nearly breaking his skin urged him onward, the sweat coating their bodies making it impossible to find any further purchase.
Only when Robert’s limbs fell to the side and his head lolled back did Flambae slow them to a stop. The sheets were damp with sweat and bodily fluids, the nail tracks on Flambae’s back and shoulders starting to sting. Robert was limp beneath him, panting hard, looking dazed with a fucked-out grin on his face. Flambae gently pressed on the toy, sliding himself out of Robert with great care. He watched as the toy easily slipped out of him onto the mattress, followed by the pouring of cum Flambae had left inside of him. What a gorgeous fucking sight. Flambae softly moved Robert’s legs to the side, laying down next to him and pulling him into his arms. Robert trembled, breath very slowly returning to normal as Flambae stroked his hair and skin.
Eventually, Robert returned to himself, his arms weakly finding their way around Flambae as he nuzzled closer. “Mmh- you’re so warm…” he mumbled, his voice sounding scratchy. He mumbled something incoherent before his face went slack and a soft rumbling came from his throat.
Flambae laughed softly at the realization he had fallen asleep, so he curled him in closer, leaning his cheek against Robert’s head and pressing a soft kiss on him before closing his own eyes and allowing himself to drift off.