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Robert knew he was going to regret this in the morning. Hell, he was regretting it now. He also knew that he was fucking desperate. Was it pathetic? Probably. But he hadn't gotten laid in a while. Sure, Visi kept coming onto him, but he wasn't sure he wanted the same thing she did. He didn't think he was ready for a relationship. The way she talked about it seemed like she wanted something casual, but it didn't really feel that way, and he wasn't sure he was ready for a relationship. Thus, Flambae. He didn't seem like a relationship guy. They could fuck just this once and, hopefully, forget about it. Besides, Flambae actually had a proper mattress.
His head went blank as Flambae's tongue probed at his lips. He gasped into the kiss. Flambae's tongue was warm, almost too hot as he licked into his mouth. Robert fumbled with the buttons on Flambae's black shirt, thankful he already kept half of them unbuttoned to show off his chest. Flambae broke away to shrug the shirt off of his shoulders. Robert peeled off his own shirt as he did so, throwing it onto the floor of Flambae's bedroom. There was a lingering tension in the room as they both worked their the rest of their clothing off, which was broken when Flambae pushed him onto the bed.
Robert moaned as Flambae climbed on top of him, gripping his waist with hot hands. Flambae's mouth found his neck, sucking on the sensitive skin.
"Do you have lube?"
Flambae scoffed.
"Obviously, dumbass."
Robert rolled his eyes. Of course, Flambae would continue to insult him in bed.
The weight on top of him left as Flambae grabbed lube and condoms from the nightstand. Robert rolled over so he was on his stomach. Flambae repositioned himself behind Robert, but instead of the slick feeling of lube he was expecting, he felt the wetness of Flambae's tongue against his ass. He groaned at the unexpected heat, burying his face in Flambae's pillow. His tongue teased his rim before entering his hole. Robert didn't think Flambae would be so good at this. He didn't seem like the type to do something just for his partner's pleasure.
Robert's ass felt cold when Flambae pulled away, the heat of his tongue leaving with him. It didn't last long, though. His tongue was soon replaced with a slick, lube-covered finger. It wasn't as hot as his mouth, but the finger was warm as it entered his hole. Soon after, Flambae worked in a second finger. Robert let out a low whine when Flambae brushed against his prostate, moaning when he began targeting it. His dick twitched as Flambae pulled his fingers out, eager for more.
He felt the head of Flambae's lubed-up cock press against the rim of his hole. Just like the rest of him, it was remarkably warm. The other man gripped his hips hard enough to bruise as he eased himself into Robert. By the time he bottomed out, Robert was panting from both the stretch and the heat of his cock. Flambae's hips stilled, flush against Robert's ass.
"Fuck," Robert breathed. "Move already."
"So bossy," Flambae chuckled, but he started moving his hips anyway.
Flambae placed his hand against the small of Robert's back, making him arch into him. Robert felt his fingers ghost across the scars covering his back, shivering at the delicate touch. The bed frame shook against the wall as Flambae fucked into him, pushing him into the mattress. Once he found the right angle, Flambae started hammering into his prostate, making Robert cry out as he took advantage of the sensitive flesh. Robert felt his orgasm catching up to him, burying his face in Flambae's pillow. Flambae reached around and took hold of his dick, pumping it to the rhythm of his thrusts. Robert groaned into the pillow as his orgasm overtook him and he came into Flambae's hand. He heard Flambae let out a loud moan as he came inside the condom, fucking Robert through the aftershocks.
Robert sank into the soft mattress as exhaustion spread through his body. He made a quiet sound when Flambae pulled out of him, sliding against the sensitive walls of his ass. He flipped himself onto his back, stretching out with an audible pop as he closed his eyes. His ass was sore. Flambae turned on the shower in the en-suite bathroom. He could probably fit in a nap until he was done. To his surprise, he startled as he was picked up off of the bed, nearly falling out of Flambae's arms as he yelled out.
"Watch it! You're going to make me drop you, bitch."
Robert's cheeks burned as he was carried to the bathroom. His ass was thankful for it, though, even if he would need to stand in the shower anyway. Flambae set him on his feet when they reached the shower. He jumped when the water hit him.
"Jesus! Why is it fucking freezing?"
Flambae stepped into the spray, and steam immediately began to form. The water was still cold, but the steam warmed him up a bit.
"Why would I pay for heating? Idiot."
It was strange showering with someone. Robert hadn't done something like that in a long time. The last time he did, he was pretty sure it was just to hookup in the shower. Shockingly, though, Flambae didn't make a move on him in the shower. Maybe Robert was the one with a dirty mind. Flambae's towels were soft, and Robert sighed as he toweled himself off. Steam still filled the bathroom for a while after they turned the water off, warming his damp skin. He borrowed Flambae's products since he didn't pack a bag or anything. Robert really wasn't planning on getting laid tonight, but it was a pleasant surprise. Flambae handed him some of his clothes to sleep in. They were a bit too big, hanging off his relatively smaller frame. Robert tried not to think about how much weight he lost in his coma.
Flambae was already in bed by the time he left the bathroom. He was laying on his side, facing away from Robert. Robert quietly climbed into the bed, the embrace of a proper mattress quickly pulling him into sleep.