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Flambae knew very well what the end result of his antagonism was.
It didn't stop him from testing Robert's patience.
Because why would anyone look up to some loser bitch named Robert Robertson, right? It's such a fucking ridiculous name, isn't it? Not to mention Robert's was a total disaster. Couldn't eat properly on his own. Couldn't dress well. Couldn't decorate. Oh, and don't forget about his supposedly very small penis.
Yeah, apparently, Robert was the absolute worst of everything.
And for all his piss-poor attributes, for all these flaws that made him less of a man to Flambae, he still somehow had the walking firestorm wrapped around his finger.
That was enough to split Robert's sides.
Seeing that right now, on a lovely Saturday night, he had Flambae—the most hot-blooded, high-strung man he'd ever met—bent over, face down and ass up on his bed. Pulled tight on his behind was a delicate, rose-red pair of panties that did absolutely nothing to hold the man's thick, leaking cock. Sitting pretty on the back end of the panties, was a taunting red bow.
Robert instructed Flambae to sit like that, squirming pathetically in the women's panties. He watched from his seat on the bed behind him as the meta's cock fattened into the thin fabric, filling it out until it looked about ready to tear.
The spectacle was beyond satisfying, almost fucking obnoxious, how Flambae's cock weighed down on the crotch of the fabric. A temptation of warm, erect flesh that simply didn't belong in an item so feminine and prim. It hung heavy, weeping onto the sheets in a pornographic display. His plumpish sack fought space for in the undergarment, drawing up with every twitch and shudder—full and begging to be emptied.
Robert's own erection strained eagerly in his sweatpants. Thank fuck he was shirtless or else he'd probably have melted away from the broil of arousal underneath his skin alone. Because he really did get a kick out of this obedient version of Flambae. His fists were balled up, nails snagging the sheets, letting off unsteady wavelets of heat. Fierce amber eyes smoldered at Robert through a messy curtain of nebulous hair, teeming with nervous constraint.
He painted a violently attractive aesthetic—a sculpted, vehement man decorated so sweetly in lady lace.
Robert hooked a finger into the end of the panties, pulling the silky lace away from Flambae's skin.
"It's a shame to cover up your perfect pussy like this," He said with faux pity. "But fuck, look at you, Chad."
Flambae whimpered and raised his ass, his fiery eyes boring into Robert. The bow stood red and proud just below the small of his back. For being so willing to show himself off, Robert rewarded the meta with a heavier hand, slipping his fingers under the panties to get a handful of his behind. Flambae puffed a breath at the touch, his cock throbbing in panties and weighing them down.
"Aww, Flambae…" Robert cooed, smirking at Flambae's twitchy arousal. "Your dick is way too big for these panties, you know that?"
Flambae's hairy thighs shook. He was being so good, staying in place for Robert so obediently, but he looked about ready to burst.
"Nnngh," Flambae back arched even deeper, like a cat encouraging pets. "I- Mn' sorry…"
That dark, salacious thing inside Robert stirred madly.
"But you like the attention, don't you, baby girl?" Robert tilted his head, softly sinking his blunt nails into Flambae's supple flesh. "You like the way these tiny little panties hug your huge cock."
The heat of Flambae's skin merged with Robert's callouses. He saw the larger man's abs flex from breast to groin, straining to keep his hips loyally perched for Robert's eyes to feast on.
Robert smirked, slipping his hand out from under the fabric. "Mhm, look here," He fluttered just the tips of his fingers over Flambae's clothed sack, teasing the swell of them over the stressed lace, making Flambae squirm and mewl. "You're almost spilling out of the damn thing. So cute how it can barely hold you."
Robert shifted forward, grabbing the meat of Flambae's thigh to steady him before he leaned in to lick a thick stripe over the seam of Flambae's sack. He flicked his tongue at the end, giving the sensitive flesh a little bounce, growling at the way it made Flambae gasp and writhe.
"So fucking perfect…" Robert praised, the bass in his voice settled low in his throat. "Too perfect for your own good.
Indulgently, Robert laved his tongue over the same area again, even leaning in to give it a tender suckle, letting the lace rub on his taste buds. Flambae made a frantic noise, and he almost kicked his feet out toward Robert, but he aborted the reaction at the last second, redirecting the shock into a lower body jolt. And he was making Robert so fucking proud, pushing back onto his hot tongue like a good girl.
"Mmmph, fuck," Robert hummed against the lace. He stuffed his nose closer to Flambae's skin, greedily breathing in his balmy scent before pulling away. He pressed the side of his face into his soft behind, cupping the weight of the Flambae's neglected cock in one palm, counting the beat of the meta's erratic pulse through the textile as it thrummed in his shaft. "I almost don't want to take these off of you now. You're hanging out the front, baby…how does it feel to be so big and useless, hm?"
Precum dripped from Flambae's length, seeping messily into the sheet beneath him. "G-Good…sir…"
"Mmm, you can do better than that, sweetheart," Robert kneaded the tips of his fingers into Flambae's stiff length. "Do you like having such a useless cock?"
"M-Mhm," The larger man gave a few frantic nods,
Robert kept on massaging Flambae's sweltering arousal, smiling fondly.
"Yeah," He mused sweetly. "You're hardly a man. Tell me what you're good for, 'Bae."
Flambae gave a muted groan, the tension in his body melting.
"My…ngh—pussy, sir," He stammered with a shiver.
"You want me to play with it?" Robert purred, grazing a feathery touch all the way up to where the panties concealed Flambae's hole, mapping the shape of his rim. "Does your pussy need some attention?"
He applied some pressure over the groove, just barely—no actual intent of giving him the fullness he craved.
"Please," Flambae sobbed, his hips beginning to shake uncontrollably.
Robert clicked his tongue, pushing the pad of his finger shallowly into the kiss of Flambae's entrance, letting the lace seal him from any real penetration. "I'm not convinced." He decided, smug.
"Please, Ro-," Flambae grunted and curled his toes. "Sir. Please…f-fuck—need your- nhh- fingers inside me. Please."
"Ohh, good girl."
Robert watched a full-body shudder quake through Flambae's frame at the pet name. He breathed out a winded noise, trembling with anticipation as Robert popped open the bottle of lube at his side and slicked up his fingers. With a careful thumb, he slipped the panties to the side, revealing Flambae's eager hole. He reveled in the sight of the tight muscle fluttering, begging to be assailed. And as thick-skinned as Robert was, he couldn't deny Flambae any longer.
Index finger first, he smeared a healthy bit of lube over Flambae's rim, teasing the rigid halo in slow, wet circles. Flambae shifted his hips and whimpered at the touch, narrowly keeping himself from fucking back onto the promise of Robert's finger.
Deciding that his valiant display of restraint deserved a reward, Robert eased his finger inside. They moaned in honeyed tandem as the digit sank smoothly into Flambae's soft heart. Robert honestly caught himself off guard with the ridiculously horny sound he made watching the meta's muscular body suck him down to the knuckle. The arousal accumulating in his groin started to burn proper, but he forsook himself for now.
This was all about his princess.
He started to pump his finger in languid strokes, and Flambae took it like an ace, even as his length jerked madly in the panties. And God, all Robert wanted to do was spear the meta on his cock—fuck the manhood right out of him—but he could be patient. If he was going to break Flambae, he was going to do it right.
Just to relieve some pressure, Robert tucked his leg, pushing his heel up against the crotch of his sweatpants. He rutted on himself passively, groaning as his shaft appreciatively drooled built up pre into his briefs. He had to milk the tension out. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to stop himself from tearing Flambae's brand-new panties in half.
"That's good, huh, Flambae?"
Flambae keened in response. Robert braced his free hand on the other man's calf, feeling it flex and unflex in his grip.
"Yeah, you're feeling it. Love opening you up like this."
Robert added another finger without preamble, squeezing into the heat gripping his digits. Flambae yelped, steam billowing thickly from his lips, dampening his tousled hair. A growl rumbled in Robert's throat at the view as he drove in deeper, crooking his fingers just so, searching.
It took a few tentative strokes, but one thrust finally struck true, punching a deliciously startled gasp out of Flambae. Robert's pupils swallowed the dark brown in his eyes in the same heartbeat. He smirked roguishly, sinking his canine tooth deep into his bottom lip.
"Ohh, found your g-spot, baby."
Bright, burning eyes snapped to Robert, wide and disconcerted. The same eyes that scorched with lethal malice day in and day out. The same eyes that looked down on him.
Robert shook his head at him with feigned pity before he kept at his ministrations, petting the same silky patch of flesh deep within his tightness.
"Gah! R-Ro-bert, hah— Ahh!" The poor thing was beside himself—kicking his feet, clawing at the sheets, straining in his tight panties. And when he started fucking himself back onto Robert's knuckles, he just stilled his hand, sat back, and let him.
The bed was Flambae's stage, and Robert was entirely engrossed in his lewd performance. With each revolution of Flambae's hips, the meta's eyes rolled further and further back. His body bounced with abandon, making his pierced nipples abrade on the mattress.
"Fuck. So desperate to get your cunt ruined," Robert breathed. "Yeah, go on. I'm feeling generous. Keep fucking yourself for me."
He knew it was his cock that Flambae really wanted, and Robert certainly wanted nothing more than to replace his fingers with his aching erection, but he was enjoying the show far too much. He slid his hand from Flambae's calf to his buttocks, leaving a trail of red where his fingers clawed possessively into his skin.
He perused Flambae in all his glory, taking in how perfectly he arched his back, how cute his weighty hard-on looked sagging out of the panties. Robert couldn't help himself. He let go of Flambae's thigh, busying himself with massaging his sack through the red lace.
Flambae jolted and bucked his hips back, startling a wet sob out of himself as the motion knocked Robert's fingers dead into his prostate.
"Fuck! Oh, hhhng…god- Robert- Rob-ertRobertRobert—!"
"That's real cute, baby," Robert drawled, tilting his head with a fond smile. "But I didn't hear a 'thank you' in there."
Flambae groaned, a broken noise split between arousal and distress.
"Th-Thank you, sir," He warbled shakily. "Th-ank you."
"You've got such a big cock, but you don't even use it," Robert patted the underside of Flambae's shaft like it was something to feel sorry for. "Does that make you sad? You wanna be treated like a—" He cruelly curled his fingers into that sweet bundle of nerves, really putting his shoulder into it. "—man?"
"Ahh! No, sir!"
"Yeah, because no man would have a pretty pussy like yours, right?"
Flambae's hole fluttered like it was called upon, his breathing wet around the edges as drool pooled beneath his cheek.
"Mmph, nngh— M-Mhm…"
That earned Flambae's poor cock a good few strokes. Robert squeezed his swollen shaft, pushing up on the middle with his thumb, coaxing an outflow of precum onto the growing puddle under Flambae's hips.
"C'mon, sweetheart, you don't need this thing," He decided, giving the hard flesh an indifferent shake. "You're going to cum just from getting your pussy filled. You can do that, can't you?"
He only waited for Flambae to nod once before his hands were off of him. Even though they jabbed him in the heart, he ignored the whines of loss coming from the other man's direction as he rid himself of his sweatpants and boxers, discarding them off the side of the bed.
His body sang with relief as his achy arousal was freed to open air. It twitched upward toward his abdomen, dripping thickly down the risen raphe, seeking the warmth yet to come.
He gave Flambae a courteous pat on the ass before he scooted back toward the headboard.
"C'mere. Want you to ride me."
Flambae wordlessly sat up, sitting demurely on his heels, tossing a dangerously sensual gaze over his shoulder with a slight hair flip. His dark locks spilled gorgeously down his upper back, like something straight out of a fucking magazine. With feline elegance, he turned on his hands and knees and crawled toward Robert. As he got closer, Robert lay back further and further until his back was flat against the mattress, allowing Flambae to crawl into his lap.
And Robert nearly lost his breath.
This was a lot different—Flambae settled on top of him, flushed cock presenting out of the top of the red panties. His eyes were pure, unadulterated fire that seared the stubble peppering Robert's face, pinning him like a dragon to treasure as he braced himself on Robert's hips.
Steam curled out of Flambae's parted lips, and Robert couldn't help but think back to all the times the heat of this very man nearly ended his life. How the scorn between them burned hotter than the Earth's core, even as they tried their damnedest to be better people.
Then, those hands were on him. Warm and submissive in a way no being of Flambae's power should ever be, caressing the grooves of his abs, the jagged dermis where scars split his complexion.
Just like that, the questionable, dark grey morality of this whole ordeal left Robert's mind. There was no room for responsibility or reflection. Not when Flambae had his hand wrapped around his dick. Not when he was hovering above his pulsing arousal, delicately moving the panties to the side as he aligned himself with his rim.
Robert took a breath, deliberating.
He literally made a living on the off-chance he could mold Flambae into a better man. He was a mentor to him. The one who was supposed to teach him some self-respect.
But as Flambae started to gingerly sink down on him, enveloping the tip of his cock in his addictive heat, Robert only had one shrieking resolution in mind.
Fuck SDN. Fuck his paycheck. Fuck all of that.
Robert needed to ruin him.
So instead of letting Flambae take the lead, he grasped those all too mothering hips and pulled the meta onto his cock. Robert's satisfied groan and Flambae's bewildered cry made music. It was perfectly filthy, seeing Flambae throw his head back, his nails digging into Robert's sides. If he wasn't careful, this was going to come to a very abrupt and very premature close.
Robert lifted himself with core strength he didn't know he had, scratching his grip down to Flambae's meaty thighs as he dove in for a kiss. Flambae immediately opened up for him, puffing hotly onto Robert's tongue while his arms wrapped around his neck. Robert drank his steam, his taste, his whines—letting them descend into the bottomless pit that was his violent desire for this man.
Blood-warm hands shot up to hold Robert's face, tethering him mercilessly to their ravenous kiss. He was so impossibly hard inside of Flambae, damn near dizzy with pent-up energy, but he didn't dare interrupt their devouring. Swapped spit. Bitten lips. Breathless, broken utterances of each other's names, heavy-laden with moans and old wounds.
It was a fucking mess, and Robert was more than happy to recede into the carnage.
Three fingers on one cheek, five on the other, Flambae cradled his jawline as he started to rock his hips. Robert gasped quietly at the sudden friction, and his first instinct was to break the kiss to catch his breath, but Flambae allowed no such thing. The meta snarled and plunged his molten tongue back into Robert's mouth, leaning so far into the kiss that his hair poured over Robert's shoulders, bathing him in the Niagara turned black.
Flambae's moved his hips like he was born to ride, rolling his pelvis in liquid motions. It wasn't enough to get Robert off, even with his bottled-up hunger, but he knew how this felt for Flambae. He let him grind as he pleased, using Robert's cock to massage his prostate, milking girlish mewls from himself.
The kiss only broke when Flambae needed air, and Robert instantly seized the opening, snatching him by the soft tissue above his hip for leverage so he could fuck into him properly.
Flambae let out a disastrously feminine moan, leaning back and propping himself up with his arms so Robert could get a full view of him. The panties had slipped too far to the side, hardly even holding his cock anymore.
"Yeah, that's it," Robert huffed, pulling the larger man down on his dick with every thrust. "Look at your tits bouncing. So fucking good."
Flambae tossed his hair away from his face and cast Robert a look that was equal parts wounded and enamored. His eyes were glowing faintly, burning past the steam that danced off his shoulders.
"A-Am I—Haahh- ahh—a g-good girl?" Flambae gasped, his face twisting with ruin. "Tell me I'm a good girl, Robert. Tell me. Please, wanna be- wanna be your…"
"You are," Robert promised. "You're a good girl, Chad. You're a good girl."
The birth of the universe exploded in Flambae's eyes. Robert almost forgot to breathe.
"Please- nmph..play with my tits," The meta bit his bottom lip, his gaze frantically flickering from his cock to his bouncing pecs. "Robert…"
"Jesus, fuck," This was going to be the death of Robert. A death suffused in sin. He traded the anchor he had on Flambae's hips for his chest. "This what you want, baby? You'd rather I touch your breasts over your cock?"
He swiped his thumbs over Flambae's piercings, flicking his stiff nipples. Flambae jolted, his abs flexing inward. Robert caught a glimpse of his cock throbbing erratically, pulsing in strong, restless ripples.
Encouraged, Robert pressed his hands into Flambae's pecs, squeezing his nipples between his fingers with enough force to make the veins in his hands bulge. Flambae went slack-jawed, all the tension in his frame locking into his lower half.
"Robert—Oh, ffffuuuck!"
A brutal shudder passed through Flambae's entire body as his orgasm wrecked him with a shattered cry. His powerful thighs squeezed at Robert's hips, and Robert watched with dark infatuation as the panties were soiled with cum. The red lace darkened where Flambae's cock wept in thick, pearly streams.
That feral thing inside Robert started firing off, snapping like a misaligned burner cap. Then the notions barreled in—utterly unrighteous thoughts.
Breed him. Ruin him. Claim him for yourself like the selfish piece of shit you are.
And maybe Robert was just a rotten thing.
He engaged the strength in his core, pushing Flambae down onto his back. He dove in, swallowing the meta's gasps with a searing kiss as he slammed back into his heat.
Robert was broken, and Flambae could hardly keep up, fumbling to match the pace of his tongue. His hands flew from Robert's back to his shoulders to his biceps, desperately searching for a tether as Robert railed him into the mattress.
Robert panted heavily into Flambae's neck, drowning in the pleasure-drunk babbles the other man sang into his ear. His grip found Flambae's hair, his fingers curling into its endless softness as he chased the maturing burn in his groin.
"Fuck, baby... Y' feel so fucking good. So perfect for me."
He could feel Flambae start to squeeze around him, hugging his cock in that divine warmth. The approach of his orgasm was a distant echo. He couldn't keep track of it. He didn't even realize he had put Flambae into a mating press until the meta started yelping.
"Robert, ah, right there! Right there, right the-re, right there," Flambae's voice had pitched so much higher that it nearly broke, withering on his lips like lily petals. "Oh, fuck. Oh my god, don't stop—I'm gonna cum- G'na cum, g'na cuuum!"
"Cum on my cock again," Robert growled, nosing into Flambae's sweaty throat. "Cum on my cock while I stuff you with my cum. C'mon, baby girl. C'mon."
He was gasping now, wildly hounding after that rampant burn. He could hear his balls belting on Flambae's behind, reminding him of how impossibly deep he was being taken. The tension snapped with a sharp thrust. He groaned wolfishly, bracing as his orgasm tore through him, burying himself as far as he could go, snatching Flambae's hair back so he could gnash down on his bulging tendon. Every nerve in his body was practically abused by the intensity.
"Mmnncoming," Flambae slurred. "I can't! Cum- Fuh- Aah!" Flambae met him there, choking on a silent cry as his second orgasm surfaced, arching up into Robert's body like the skin-to-skin might save him.
The moment Robert collapsed onto him, he found himself enveloped in a fervent embrace. Flambae was still shaking, rolling his hips over Robert's softening cock. Neither of them moved for a while. They lay there, breathing each other in, occasionally moving in for a slow, drunk kiss. Robert laved his tongue over the roof of Flambae's mouth before tenderly cupping his cheek, brushing a thumb over his stubble, wiping away a stray tear.
He kissed him until he was light-headed, only pulling away when his lungs ached. When he let his head rest on Flambae's shoulder, a large hand found its way into his hair, cradling it like this was more sex.
"Let me clean you up," He whispered, though the thought of leaving Flambae's arms made his chest hurt.
"Not yet," Flambae shifted beneath him, making a tiny noise when Robert's soft cock slid out of him. "I-…eh, I'm kind of…"
There was a twinge in his tone that made Robert sit up a bit to look at him.
"What?" Robert searched the other man's face, trying to catch his averted eyes. "Is something wrong? You can tell me."
Flambae's brow twitched, briefly appearing frustrated. "I really- I mean really fucking enjoyed that or whatever…but…I'm not like- a woman you know?"
"Yeah, I know," Robert brushed some of Flambae's fly-aways back into place. "There's no confusion there."
Flambae sighed and closed his eyes, frowning. "But, like, all of the-"
"Chad," Robert cupped Flambae's jaw, smiling when he finally got those amber eyes back on him. "That's different. Sure, maybe I called you some crazy stuff back there, but I don't see you as any less of a man."
Placing a gentle kiss on those perfect lips, he added. "You aren't any less of a man."
"Damn right…" Flambae smirked, stealing a rather chaste kiss of his own. "And you aren't any less of a bitch."
Robert sighed.
"Alllright, that's enough of that." He moved to sit up, but Flambae strengthened his hold on him.
"Hey, if you're going to be all chivalrous and do some sappy aftercare, we do it on my terms," Flambae muttered.
"Uh huh…" Robert smiled knowingly. "Or you could just… I don't know…admit you want to cuddle some more."
Flambae breathed an indignant laugh. "Ugh, never mind, get off of me."
But when Robert shut him up with another kiss, Flambae didn't challenge it one bit.