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Robert whined quietly, hips shifting against the muscular body beneath him. A large hand found his hip as he shushed him quietly. Flambae continued to watch whatever– maybe whatever reality tv slop had caught his eye this week– as he kept Robert’s hips still.
“You were the one who suggested this, azizam…” His voice was a low rumble, vibrating against the smaller man’s chest from where he was curled up against him. It had his cunt weakly clenching around his dick, and Flambae hummed appreciatively.
“Yeah, but…”
“But? You said you were sore in and out. I’m just letting you use my heat.” Flambae was a master of acting unbothered like this. His dick was rock hard inside of Robert, pressing against his insides and heating soothing muscles inside of him and along his body. The normie had been the one to suggest using Flambae’s powers to soothe his muscles, and then jokingly mentioned cockwarming him in return since he was already warming the rest of him. Of course, Mehrang had taken the opportunity gladly. They’d been at this for almost an hour, and Robert was starting to lose his mind. The heat was wonderful. The cockwarming was agonizing.
“C-Come on…” Robert hated how his voice shook, mind edging on that fuzzy mindset that he always struggled to let himself go into unless he was being fucked within an inch of his life. It was strange to be so close with basically nothing happening, and Mehrang was just… so unbothered. It made Robert want to kiss him and knock his teeth into his mouth simultaneously. Another whine left Robert, and he shifted once more, only earning himself a quick swat to his ass. Flambae growled, annoyance laced in his voice as he glared down at him.
“Can’t you fucking wait, bitch? I still have another twenty minutes…” Flambae gestured with his hand to the screen behind Robert before he leaned to speak low in Robert’s scarred ear. Robert whined again, thighs shaking as he shook his head.
“P-Please? I– I need it so bad–” Robert managed to articulate himself just enough before his hips rolled needily against Mehrang. Another smack had Robert keening before large hands gripped his waist to still him again.
“And here I thought you wanted me to soothe your fucking muscles, not make you even more sore. Guess the slut can’t help it when he wants to be my needy bitch, hm?” This time, Mehrang thrusted up roughly into Robert, making the smaller man gasp. His cunt fluttered around his massive cock, earning a throaty groan from his boyfriend.
“Yeah? You like that? God, no better than a fucking fleshlight, huh?” His hips rolled up into him. Robert’s brain felt like it was melting out of his ears. He nodded his head dumbly, and the Afghan man gave a low laugh at his reaction.
“You’re already cock drunk? I haven’t even fucked you, slut.” Robert whined, eyes growing glossy with need as he pulled back just enough to look up at his lover. And really, it should be illegal that his boyfriend was so fucking sexy. His sweatpants were around his thighs, giving just enough space to leave his cock free. A tight, black shirt that accentuated his pierced nipples clung to his skin, and his hair was let loose in long, obsidian waves. It was so fucking illegal, it had to be. Robert was probably more of a mess considering he was bare below the waist and wearing only an oversized hoodie that was specifically fanboy merchandise for his lover’s superhero persona.
“Fuck, you look so good like this, eshgham…” Mehrang’s pupils were blown wide, clearly far more affected by this than he let on. The molten pools of orange were thin rings around the black– like a predator had spotted its prey and just pounced. Fuck, Robert liked that idea far more than he wanted to acknowledge. Robert let out a breathy sound and reached down, wanting to play with his clit before Flambae’s hands shot out and caught his wrist.
“No. If you want to get off? You need to fucking ride my dick like you mean it.” His voice was a growl, commanding his lover like it was second nature. In a way, it was. He always liked to butt heads with him, even after they had started dating. Though it had decreased significantly, and he only made an ass of himself some of the time. But right now, it was a perfect time for it, and Robert wanted nothing more than this asshole to absolutely ruin his cunt until nothing was left but pleasure.
His hands found the pyrokinetics shoulders, finding some form of purchase as his hips raised. When the tip was the only thing inside of him, he dropped his full weight down onto him. Both men groaned, feeling the simultaneous pleasure of Robert’s pussy clenching tight around Mehrang’s dick. They fell into a shaky rhythm– Robert bouncing unevenly while his thighs shook with the effort to lift himself and Mehrang assisted. Mehrang always adored how slim his lover’s waist was, especially in moments like these. He could nearly touch his hands around his waist and it allowed him to aid in how Robert rode him.
“God– Look at you faheshe– Taking my cock so well–” Smoke escaped from his lips, a clear sign of how affected Mehrang was by the whole thing. His temperature was climbing, growing warmer as the normie’s thighs began to tremble more from the effort and tears clotted his lashes with desperation.
“Mehrang– Please–” His voice was a quiet gasp, struggling to find the words for what he wanted. Though it seemed that his boyfriend was finally showing mercy as his hands roughly grabbed his waist and lifted him. Robert had all of a second to register what was happening until he was slammed back down onto Flambae’s dick. He could feel the head knock against his cervix, bullying his insides and making him see stars as he became nothing but a toy for his boyfriend. If anything, the true benefit of dating a super was just the fact that he practically weighed nothing to him– something he’d proven long ago when he’d effortlessly squatted over three hundred pounds like it was nothing to him.
His slick arousal coated his thighs and Mehrang’s groin, growing wetter with every downward drag of his body until he was digging his nails into the thin shirt that the older man wore.
“Fuck– Mehrang– Mehrang–!”
“Go on– Lanati– Fucking come–” And really, how could he not? His body spasmed, ejaculation leaking down his thighs and across Flambae’s dick as the other continued to jerk his body around and chase his own pleasure. His mind went blank with pleasure as he was pushed beyond and into overstimulation. Pathetic whimpers and whines continued to echo from the dispatcher, unaware for a long moment that it was even himself with how needy the sounds were. It was like he floated beyond his body and was experiencing someone else’s pleasure.
“God– Here–” Mehrang grunted, and just like that, Robert was back. The hot come shooting inside him was unbearably warm– not enough to burn but definitely enough to feel. Each rope of cum shooting into him left him just that little more cock drunk, and he keened under the feeling as their bodies slumped together. Nothing but the sounds of the television and their breaths could be heard, and it was a strange peace. Domestic and sweet despite the lewd position they were in.
Mehrang was the first to move, beginning to lift Robert before the younger man whined and clenched his cunt around his dick. Instantly, the flame wielder’s breath hitched before it turned into a hiss of steam and air.
“Robert–”
“Nnoo… Want to… Stay inside..” His boyfriend was clearly off in subspace, eyes blank with nothing but need and pleasure as he tried to keep himself mounted on his dick. Flambae had to will away the arousal when his dick twitched, and he gave a throaty sigh as he shook his head.
“Bitch… I have to get us clean, you know?”
“..Can wait… ‘m sore…”
“Well whose fucking fault is that–”