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“You’re thinking too hard again, azizam.” It’s stated so simply. So matter of fact. And Robert knew he was right, as much as he hated to admit it. He was thinking too much.
He always was.
Every single move, every strategy, every “what if”-- it clung to the insides of his skull until the tendrils of stress burrowed deep into his brain and left him with yet another headache that even pain killers couldn’t penetrate. Though with all his aches and pains from his heavily damaged body, it was normal. But Flambae– Chad, Robert reminded himself– was dead set on ripping away the white knuckled grip of control that he always had. Being a hero didn’t allow the luxuries of relaxing. Being a hero meant he couldn’t let himself slip for even a moment. Perhaps that’s why they were here now, in Chad’s bedroom with the fine silk sheets coated in a fire retardant blend so the ex-villain didn’t set them on fire accidentally.
The warm hues of orange of his home were complimented with a deep blue and earthy green– accents of white and rich browns completing it in a rather surprising and tasteful display. When they had first started dating, Robert had anticipated seeing some garish display with nothing but flame decals plastered everywhere. Instead, Chad had actually saved up to create a quaint little home in the nicer part of town. Nothing fancy, but the downstairs basement of the one story home was definitely nice. It was definitely better than his “sad excuse of a shit hole apartment” as Chad had so eloquently put it.
“I know…” Robert finally responded, glancing to meet the glowing lava pools that were his lover’s eyes. God, he could stare at them for hours and never be bored. They seemed to swirl, bubbling below the surface of his lens and dancing around the cornea like a pool of fire. Reds and orange with the bright yellow of fire and specks of blue when he got truly mad… He blinked, returning his focus to the older man before him.
“Come on, bitch. You need to focus.” Dating didn’t mean the name calling stopped. Nor the harsh words and catty responses they sometimes threw. It was just… A part of them. Changing it for some sickly sweet words felt wrong, though Robert definitely enjoyed the Dari that Chad spoke to him. It was soothing hearing the man speak his native language, even if the missing tooth caused a bit of a whistle in his words. Guilt clawed at his gut with that thought. His tooth and fingers, both things gone because Robert Robertson the Third couldn’t go one day without harming someone or something beyond repair. His teeth caught his lips, chewing the skin until the taller man’s thumb caught the act and tugged the pink flesh from his mouth.
“Ah-ah. We’ve talked about that, Bob Bob…” His words were a light scold, gentle and yet still firm. And they had talked about it. How he furrowed his brows too much, how he chewed his nails and lips raw, how he didn’t eat enough… A lot of things he did that were just another part of what made him shitty. Made him painfully human.
“Chad…”
“Robert.”
It always made his chest light aflame with a dull warmth whenever Chad used his actual name. He adored his silly nicknames he made, but it was never better than hearing that husky, accented voice say his full name.
“Look, I… Maybe this isn’t a good idea…”
“Are you saying that because you’re being a little bitch, or because you aren’t interested anymore? I know I do not care to do this, but if you really don’t…” Robert cringed. Of course Chad knew what the real issue was. He was being a little bitch, even if it was crass to call it given it was his dreadful anxiety over something as simple as giving up control for even a minute. Chad had been the one to suggest it first. Pet play. Letting himself relax and forget about anything else but be a good boy for his boyfriend. He already enjoyed sub space, but this was significantly more… intimate? Personal? The words didn’t feel right, but he wasn’t sure how else to describe it. It was one thing to let his boyfriend fuck him stupid until he couldn’t think. Willingly putting himself in a situation where he was stuck below the surface and left to do nothing but obey? It was terrifying in the most ridiculous way possible.
Logically, he knew he could safeword and use the traffic light system if necessary. His boyfriend was even giving him an out before they started. However, Robert hated being a quitter, and he didn’t want to give up after his lover had done so much to prepare.
“I… We can stop whenever, right..?”
“Tch, of course, eshqam. I might be an asshole, but I’m not a fucking monster.” His ears burned red with embarrassment as he ducked his head almost apologetically.
“I just– I wanted to make sure–”
“Look. You’re nervous. I understand. But this is the whole point of this, yes?” Chad moved from where he was standing against the bedroom wall to sit beside Robert on his bed, face turning a touch gentler as he stared at his stressed partner’s face.
“This is for you, azizam. Sure, I’ll have my fun, but I want this to be an option for you. You deserve to have time where you’re not planning some bullshit strategy, or thinking about work, or any of that fucking shit.” Chad drew closer, his lips dancing along the shell of Robert’s unmarred ear as he spoke in that low tone that always made the dispatcher melt.
“My good little puppy deserves to be spoiled and not have to worry.”
Fuck. Robert felt his thighs clench and a small, choked noise bubble free from his throat. Why did he have to be so fucking hot literally and figuratively?
“Fuck… Fuck, fine– Fine–!” The deep, husky laugh of Chad echoed in the room as he reached out and gently cupped his jaw in a large hand. Like a flower yearning for his sun, he leaned into his palm instinctively. Almost as if they were meant to stay together just like this forever. With how perfectly his face fit against his hand, he sometimes wondered if it could be true.
“Well, first, we need to go over the basics, remember? Safe word and traffic lights?”
“Safe word… The safe word is astral. Green means go, yellow is slow, red is stop…” The Afghan man nodded his head. He didn’t necessarily need it himself, but it always helped ground Robert. Reminded him that he had tools in case something went wrong. It was how they learned choking didn’t do well for him. The frantic taps and the gasped out cry of astral was something that frequently came to mind for failed intercourse discussions. Not that he liked to discuss it.
“Good, noor man…” He praised the auburn haired man in a tender voice before he gave a thin thigh a gentle pat.
“Now strip. Puppies don’t wear clothes, right?” Robert could feel a muted whine ripple in the muscles of his throat before he nodded in agreement. That was right technically.
“Unless it’s Halloween…” A weak bit of banter, but Chad didn’t reprimand him as Robert’s hands were shakily unbuttoning his work shirt obediently.
“Don’t bark too much. I don’t want to have to punish you already.” A huff of air escaped Robert’s nose– a half laugh half grunt that Chad always adored to hear when Robert was still fighting his submission.
“I thought this was supposed to be something that makes me relax… Punishment sounds like the opposite of that.”
“Uh huh, but I know you wouldn’t actually give a fuck about sexual punishment, and I think self care as a punishment would still get the job done, you fucking self hazard.” That made an actual laugh escape Robert as he shook his head and finally shedded his shirt.
“Shit, you’re right…” The words were a dry delivery, ever so perfectly Robert. And yet, there was a tinge of shy amusement at Flambae’s comment. So minute and barely there that if it was anyone else but Chad, it would have easily been missed. However, it wasn’t just anyone else, and his annoyingly sexy boyfriend grinned and showed off the missing tooth in that pearly, white smile.
“I know, bitch. Now come on. Strip.” The rest of his clothes were peeled off slowly. A method to create more time to keep his nerves calmed. Once he was in only his boxers, he sat awkwardly before the Afghan man. Though an arched brow communicated that Chad expected more.
“Dogs don’t wear boxers, Bobert.”
“I’m not exactly a dog, Chad.”
“Cat, dog, chicken— I don’t give a fuck, all I know is you need to take those boxers off before I tear them off, Bitch-bert.” At least this was an arguable reason to leave himself nude. It was strange— his boyfriend still dressed in his superhero suit while he was completely bare. His dick was half hard, but Flambae didn’t give him the attention he wanted on it. No, instead, he was retrieving something from the bedside table— a collar, Robert swiftly realized— and clipped it around his neck. He ensured there was plenty of space, actually letting the collar set extremely loose on Robert’s neck to ensure he didn’t feel trapped or choked in it.
Amber eyes gave him a quick look— a silent question— and the younger man nodded. This was fine. Chad repeated the act, mimicking the little nod before a large hand ran through Robert’s hair in a mock expression of petting.
“Good boy… Come on, let’s get my little puppy all nice and relaxed, hm?” Robert shuddered under the low words and gentle ministrations of his hand. He loved this gentleness just as much as he loved Flambae’s roughness on the field and at work. It was a different side to the charred coin that made up his boyfriend, and it showed just how much he glimmered under the surface.
Robert was led to lie back on the bed, pressed back into the soft sheets as Chad’s warm hands gently trailed along his ever aching body. He worked away minor knots from the day, leaving the shorter man groaning quietly with every grounding touch.
“Fuck… ‘s nice…” The dispatcher muttered. The ex-villain turned hero chuckled and pressed a kiss to the bridge of his nose.
“Yeah? Good… But remember, puppies don’t need to talk, hm? Just got to be quiet and pretty while I make my little bitch relax… You can do that, can’t you?” His tone was a blend of tender and firm, dancing along the line of filling his role as his dom and being his caring boyfriend. Robert always adored it.
“Mm…” He nodded his head as brown eyes fluttered shut and focused on the physical sensations being provided. Chad hummed, clearly pleased that Robert was actually listening for once. He normally argued, perhaps even fought his submission, but it was just so clear how badly he needed it. His lips were chewed raw, and the lack of proper food replaced by cream filled sponge cakes was increasing from his stress. Something that he refused to let continue. It was like… a reset of sorts. Turning his lover on and then off (and then inevitably on again in another way) until his brain seemed to even out and return to a more stable cortisol level. His hands continued to massage before those large hands rested on his waist. God, it was always so surreal how his thumb and middle fingers could almost meet around that small middle. Despite it being a symptom of mild atrophy from his months long coma, it was something worn so well by the dispatcher. Even if he filled out, there was no way that waist wouldn’t look as slutty as it did now.
“There we go… Nice and easy, hm?” Robert’s eyes had glazed over, unfocused and filled with a rare gentleness that was always buried behind his defenses. Those brown, doe eyes were softened from a hardened glare, and Flambae nearly cooed at it. How could his boyfriend be so fucking cute and sexy at the same time? He honestly wasn’t his usual type, preferring men more like his own build, but something about how Robert could match his energy blow for blow without flinching? Or how he didn’t hesitate to strike back when he went too far and took punches from him far too well? It had managed to worm its way into his heart, and he couldn’t imagine himself without his walking disaster. The hand lacking two fingers trailed up to grasp Robert’s chin as he leaned forward and pressed a delicate kiss to his lips. Robert sloppily licked across his lips in an attempt to deepen it, and Chad could only laugh breathily.
“God, you even kiss like a puppy when you get this deep, hm? Though, I’m personally not fond of those white people dog kisses, Bob Bob…” A small snort was his answer, breaking the moment for just a small second as Robert barely concealed the little grin it brought on. Chad grinned wide to make up for it, absolutely delighted that the joke landed for his lover. Large palms trailed up to his chest and playfully tweaked his tits, and the auburn haired man could only let out a shaky exhale now. He instantly sunk back into the haze. Good. Just where Flambae wanted him.
He reached down to touch his cock that seemed to have only fully erected from the gentle touching. Most probably would’ve grown soft, but Robert was so touch starved in the cutest but saddest ways.
“Gand… So needy for me…” He wrapped that warm hand around his shaft before giving a few, slow pumps of his hand. Each jerk was met with small, aborted thrusts of those bony hips. He was trying so hard to behave as the blunt, chewed nails of his hands dug into the bedding below. Chad could only smile at the pathetic display.
“Ahn–!” Robert bit his lip roughly when his hips jerked up a little harder, and instantly, Chad let go of his cock.
“Nnnnnoo–”
“Ah, ah. No words, remember?” Robert outright whimpered now. It sounded just like a spoiled mutt not getting his treat, and it was just absolutely precious how he sat up and pouted at him. Chad couldn’t help but shake his head. Unbelievable. He was whipped for this man, wasn’t he?
“Fine fine… If you can get me off first, then I will get you off as a reward. Sounds good, yes? Puppy can earn his treat.” The dispatcher was still pouting, but… He ultimately nodded. He wanted to feel that big hand around his dick, or maybe even that blazingly hot mouth… Just something other than the cold air that was currently licking at his bare body. Flambae began to strip his suit, the tight spandex clinging to his form in a vain attempt to remain on. His jock strap was removed next, showing off the painfully hard erection that Chad now had. How could he not when his little puppy was shaking so sweetly from his dick being touched? The way Robert’s pupils practically swallowed those brown eyes at the sight would never get old either.
Hands raised to touch his dick, but Chad swatted his hands away before arching one infuriatingly hot brow as if to ask Robert what he was doing. Dogs didn’t use paws like human hands. And at least he got that message as he dropped his hands to the bed and leaned down until he was in a crawling position– hands and knees sinking into the mattress as Robert nosed along the thick line of Flambae’s dick. He gave a small sigh, enjoying the heady musk of Chad and pressing his nose against the curly bush of his lover.
“To keyli naz va bamazi hasti…” He’d pestered him once for the translation of that phrase. Vaguely, he could recall it was just him calling him cute, and it absolutely flustered Robert. It was usually sighed after he’d been particularly annoying, or muttered when the group teased him. Sometimes, it would be said on quiet nights in each other’s arms. It left his heart full whenever he heard it, and while it was like pulling teeth to get the older man to actually admit what it was after some blatant lies about it being Flambae calling him slurs, it quickly became one of his favorite things his lover said in his native tongue.
Speaking of tongues, Robert’s own flicked out from his mouth to taste the velvety skin of his shaft. Salt and smoke mingled on his tastebuds and earned him a pleased groan from above.
“Fuck… Azizam…” Taking that as his go ahead, he kissed delicate kisses from base to tip before focusing on tonguing his slit with far too much skill. He wasn’t joking with Visi about his skills, and Chad quickly learned how Robert’s mouth could do far more than just direct the villains on their missions. Robert seemed intent on demonstrating it again tonight. His lips suctioned around the very tip, creating obscene slurping noises as he practically made out with the head of Chad’s cock. Drool gathered on his lips and dripped down his chin, and it honestly could have made the pyrokinetic come instantly if not for the fact he wanted Robert to lose himself and work for his reward.
He closed his eyes to obscure the beautiful view from sight, and his puppy whimpered again before taking the head into his mouth in retaliation. The Afghan man moaned low and tangled his fingers– the unmarred ones– through Robert’s brown locks. He tugged lightly, blunt nails scratching along his scalp. Robert keened, whining from the sensation and shifting so he could better swallow that cock he adored so much. Each inch sunk deeper and deeper into his esophagus until Robert choked and pulled back slightly. It always took him a few attempts, needing some time once he hit the half way mark, before he could fully swallow his lover down. He bobbed his head back and forth, the angle a bit awkward but not at all lacking in its typical enthusiasm.
Every gurgling whine and moan vibrated around the dick in his mouth, and it only earned him pleasant sighs and low swears from Chad. His nose crushed against his pelvis when he finally bullied the member into his mouth and down his throat fully, his vision swimming as the bulge it created pressed against the loose collar before he pulled back and whined.
“Y-Yeah… Yeah, just like that… So fucking perfect…” Flames licked at the taller man’s shoulders, his hair tinting an amber hue at the ends like warming embers in a fireplace. His eyes sparkled like lightning bugs in July skies, and Robert wished he could inject the sheer euphoria it gave him to see his lover in such a beautiful state. Instead, he settled on bobbing his head faster as he sucked and licked where he could. The hand in his hair tightened.
“Shit– Robert–” He choked and slurped as Flambae finally moved his hips too, meeting his bobs and reaching even further inside him. The room grew warmer, rising in temperature as Chad’s orgasm began to crest over the hill of pleasure. Near scalding cum shot down his throat, forcing Robert to swallow every last drop until it inevitably shot past his lips from the sheer amount. The cock slowly retreated, slipping out and bringing out a mix of cum and saliva that the puppy-brained man instantly sought out to lick up. His tongue ran along the sensitive skin of his lover’s spent dick, and it took both of Chad’s hands in his hair to tug him away from it.
“Jesus–! Easy, easy! Fuckin’ bitch–” Though not an ounce of hate tainted those words. Nothing but affection and love was there, and the younger man outright yipped like the excited mutt he was before nipping at Chad’s wrist. God, he was so far gone for the pyrokinetic and ex-arsonist.
“Come on, let’s–” Chad froze, large hand having slid down between Robert’s legs before feeling a sticky sensation that was quickly cooling on his thighs. His pretty puppy ducked his head and whimpered as the dots seemed to connect in the hot head’s mind, and he chuckled quietly.
“Didn’t know my dick was that good that sucking it could make you come, Bob Bob…” He teased gently before using his unsoiled hand to run tender fingers through his hair.
“Come on, puppy… Let’s get you cleaned up, and we’ll get all cozy, hm? I’ll even order your favorite take out.” Robert perked up, embarrassment fading as he yipped again and nodded. Maybe it was nice to let go like this. Not that he’d ever admit that out loud.