Waterboy who wants to please his partner better but doesn't know how. He's too embarrassed to go out and buy books, too shy to ask his partner directly and he absolutely CANNOT ask the Z-Team.
In his desperation, he makes a throwaway reddit account and goes to ask there.
His darling lover stumbles across the post and can immediately tell it was Herm who wrote this. Everything about it is just too familiar and the details of the context he provides are not changed enough to be unrecognizable to them. Its... cute. Cute how Herm wants to please so bad that he goes to ask strangers for advice. Not that reddit is the right place for that, but whatever. It's very sweet, and also the perfect opportunity to teach him.
So naturally, being the nice lover they are, they also make a throwaway account and answer his post in great detail. They tell Herm exactly how to please his 'partner', what to do, how and when, and what to avoid, step by step. It doesn't take long for Herm to thank the account for their helpful comment. He will for sure try that, he says!
It's no wonder he texts them later, asking if he can stay over tonight.
Unfortunately, Flambae being a genius by accident is so funny to me.
It is, however, imperative he never realises he’s doing it. For example:
—
Robert and Roy? Tried solving a physics formula for the suit for a few hours. Days. Weeks, possibly.
Robert drank 5 days old coffee. Roy wrote his will just in case.
Flambae? Only stopped by to drop some food for his annoyingly cute boyfriend. Smack a few kisses on his cheeks. As a treat.
“Oh, that really fucking bothers me,” he gestures to the wall-long formula they’ve written on the whiteboard. “Hold on.”
He solves it.
While humming ‘hips don’t lie’.
“See! All you gotta do is manually decrease the propulsion heat when you reach peak altitude. Easy as shit. Or pie? Eh, shit sounds more badass.”
“…How did you do that.”
“Do what? I zoned out.”
—
“Hey, Bob-Bob, hand me the cutting board. I’m about to massacre these fucking onions. Bitches making MY boyfriend cry in my own damn house? I don’t think so.”
“…This is a laminated thermodynamics degree.”
“Oh. Yeah, I’ve had this thing since I finished college. But I can literally fly. Who gives a fuck about that.”
—
The nail in the coffin?
Vanderstenk.
Who, apparently, decided to give the whole supervillain thing a try. For Flambae specifically.
“YOU! I always knew our paths would meet again, Chadwick. Ever since your brilliant discovery in non-flammable fabric overshadowed me, I knew our rivalry would never end. My only equal. My only enemy.”
“Uh. No idea who the fuck you are, dude.”
“WE WERE COLLEGE. ROOMMATES. “
“Oh! Nope, don’t remember that. Can I get an autograph for my friend Vic, thought?”
Robert has never been more in love in his life. He also never had a worse headache.
Fuck around and find out (18+ T4T4T Flambae x Robert x Reader)
This work contains NSFW writing! Minors and Blogs with no age indicator, do not interact! I will block you!
Wordcount: 5.4k of pure filth
Tags: T4T4T Smut!! Flambae, Robert and Reader are all Transmasc!!Top Flambae, Switch Robert, Bottom Reader, Teasing, Sex Toys, Pegging, Strap-ons, Oral, some Fluff bcs they all love each other, so much grinding
Notes: This one is for @hexite-dissolving who has been throwing Robert thoughts back and forth with me. He wanted Transmasc T4T4T smut so here we are!
Genital descriptions used: clit and cunt. Referring to the strap as a regular dick sometimes. No descriptions of any character's chest beyond just saying the word 'chest'. Reader is mentioned once wearing some lingerie on their top half, but no further descriptions are given. They/them reader, and they are referred to as 'boyfriend'.
Summary: When a new villain gang starts forming, Robert and Flambae are quick to try and put a stop to their growth. The result of that is them doing overtime and leaving you sexually frustrated. Not only that, you're sure they're teasing you on purpose! So who says you're not allowed to dish out your own teasing? After all, it gets you exactly where you want to be.
The two of you practically stumble into the apartment, not even taking the time to switch on the lights or take off your shoes. They get lost somewhere anyway, between grabbing hands and heated kisses, just like the rest of your clothes. Flambae will definitely nag you both for this, but that hardly seems important compared to the way Robert is half lifting you by the waist, guiding you backwards into the bedroom, pushing you right onto the plush mattress and fluffy pillows.
You had been a brat all day, hell, all week really, and you're very aware of that. You ramped the sass up on purpose, in fact. Both Robert and Flambae had gotten caught up in work - some new villain gang trying to form or whatever - and they've been doing overtime to try and snuff out the flame before it turns into a fire, so to say. Which means that little ol' you has been less than satisfied with them because of it.
And look, you get it, you really do. This is important work, solving a small problem before it becomes an actual issue. It's smart, it's essential. Flambae is making sure that he and Robert still take care of themselves as best as they can, eating well , getting enough sleep, so it's not like you could get on their asses for that either. They are doing everything right in that regard.
What you can get on their asses for is, however, the fact that your wonderful, handsome and sexy boyfriends have been leaving you high and dry for weeks, and not only in a 'not-having-time-or-energy-for-sex' sort of way. No, they have been very deliberately teasing you, you're so sure of that! You just don't have any concrete proof is all. But you're not stupid, and you know those two little shits well. Flambae scooting by you in the morning close enough to brush his crotch against your ass, Robert letting his hand intentionally rest on the back of your neck for a little while longer after kissing you goodbye... you just know they're doing this on purpose.
Who said you can't join their little game of teasing? If they can leave you sexually frustrated, then it is only fair to return the favor.
Your plan worked brilliantly too. It started off subtle, innocent, just enough for them to not realize anything is off at first. Stretching just a moment longer in the mornings, letting out a little hum that sounds suspiciously close to a moan. Taking a shower around the time they get home so they see you in that pretty bathrobe Flambae bought you. Every time, their eyes did that thing where they flit up and down your body in appreciation.
Leaving it at that wasn't enough though. You needed them to suffer just like you did. So you went on as the days passed:
Morning kisses suddenly used tongue, which then turned into short makeouts, hair pulling included. Leaving your prettiest underwear on the bed for them to see, then lube on the nightstand, then your vibrator by the pillow, all while playing oblivious, clearing the items away once you're sure they saw them.
It's not like it was easy - it very much wasn't! Every time their teeth nibbled on your lip or their eyes lowered with hunger, you wanted to jump their bones. In a way, you were teasing yourself as well, but you somehow convinced yourself going through two pairs of underwear a day was worth it, because you knew they were both struggling equally as much, if not more, even if it wasn't visible to anyone. It was also exhilarating to have so much power over those two very strong, and very smart, men. Knowing they were probably left soaking the whole day because of your actions was one of the best boosts to your ego you've ever felt.
Not to mention the anticipation of what your little game would end up bringing you had your heart racing every time either of them got home. Every night your mind kept asking the same questions: 'Is tonight the night? Will they finally snap?'
To their credit, they held out for quite a while. One week is more than you had guessed, at least for Flambae. He's so much easier to rile up than Robert, always quick to act when his temperament flares, you figured he'd crack on day 3 the latest. But he didn't. He wasn't even the one who snapped first. No, it was Robert.
He had practically hauled you home once his shift ended after you visited him at SDN. You've been giving him 'accidental' peeks of the dark blue lingerie you're wearing all day. Not once, not twice, but 5 fucking times, you've bent down or reached over him so that he could catch a glimpse down your loose shirt to see the pretty lace on your chest. It was driving him mad, absolutely fucking insane. A man can only take so much before he reaches the point where consequences be damned.
There is no one to blame other than yourself for the current predicament, though you can't really call it that. Robert above you, pinning you down to the bed by your hips, is exactly what you wanted, after all. So you can't really find it in yourself to regret your actions.
Robert's lips are chapped on yours, they always are despite Flambae's insistence he use chapstick, but you love them anyway, especially when they press against yours with no mercy, when they part to make space for his tongue to pry open your mouth for something deeper, more desperate. Your clothes have long since gone, leaving a trail of obvious intention behind. Only Robert is still wearing his boxers, which gives you a hint of what he has planned for you. The lack of bulge doesn't stop him from grinding down into you, practically humping away like an animal. He makes sure to press down just right too, so that you're both being tortured by little zips of pleasure, never enough to really get something from it, but certainly enough to have you staining his boxers with slick.
This is different from the feral Robert you've come to know whenever he's desperate. It's more controlled than just a man chasing after pleasure. While a mood like this is nothing new, it is still rare for him to get mean like this. Maybe the fact that Flambe isn't around right now has emboldened him a little. Regardless of the reason, Robert seems dead-set on making you both go crazy, and that leaves all sorts of nerves fluttering in your chest.
Robert sits up on his knees, pulling your body closer, legs thrown over his thighs on either side, pressing you right against each other. Then, he thrusts forward, slow and hard, really dragging it out to force a long moan out of both of you. He throws his head back slightly and closes his eyes, brows furrowing more and more each time he moves his hips forward. You realize quickly that he's missing your clit on purpose. He's focused entirely on his own pleasure right now, keeping your body still with rough, calloused hands on your waist, giving no chance of squirming forward into him.
"Fucking- Robert!" You hiss out between clenched teeth, frustration building up in your chest. It's not enough to make you want to fight back just yet, but only because Robert's expression is so hot right now. He's moving his hips like he's imagining fucking you deep and slow, like he's dragging his cock in and out in a way that makes you feel every single inch, and his face reflects just that. It makes you clench around nothing.
One of your hands reaches down to grab at his hip, not really to pull him closer or to push him away, but just to hold on to something warm and real, something that isn't just a thin blanket. Robert let's out a sigh at your clumsy touch, head lolling forward and eyes opening slightly to look at you. There is mirth in his gaze, a smugness that sometimes glitters in his pretty doe eyes, and it's pissing you off.
You try to sit up, to push at his hip, but neither of those actions are successful. Robert overpowers you with ease, pressing one hand to your sternum to push you back down, keeping you there so he can adjust his lower body. He lifts his thighs up, bringing his body forward and taking your legs with them, before folding his upper body down towards you, essentially trapping you in a mating press. Then, he starts really going for it.
His hips move faster, faster, leaving him panting against your mouth, hot breaths right against your lips. It should've been so easy to kiss him, there is only a tiny bit of space left between you, but with his hand keeping you pinned it's impossible. When you try to crane your neck up, he simply moves back that little bit. When you let out an unsatisfied noise, attempting to glare, he presses his face into your neck to hide his smirk. He knows your hands are tied, metaphorically speaking. They're too busy digging their nails into his back to do much else, and you both know that trying to reach for his face would just result in him doing something devious to make you regret it. This time, you don't try his patience. You don't want to risk loosing what Robert is already giving you.
With this new position and the ferocious thrusting, he's sliding himself right against your unclothed clit in fast little strokes. It's enough to have you making all sorts of pretty noises; moans, squeaks and even the occasional choke on a curse or his name. Robert is clearly not unaffected either. Every other breath is interrupted by a groan or a gasp, and his face is flushed and lightly shiny from sweat. The closer he gets to his own climax, the more his moans turn into sweet little whimpers.
The hand on your sternum moves down to grab at your thigh, hard enough to leave bruises in the flesh, and angles it out a bit so he can use the extra space to press himself up and right against your clit in one long stroke, pressing down exactly how he knows you love it.
Your nails dig deeper into his back, making him grunt out and go back to using those short thrusts instead. He's intent on finally showing mercy to you both, too pent-up by this past week to drag this out any longer than he already has. His eyes close again, his hold on you tightening, he's so fucking close and so are you-
You're both completely taken off guard and left gasping when a hand suddenly stills Roberts hip, and another brushes through his hair before pulling, leaving you with nothing.
Robert lets out the filthiest moan yet, choking on it halfway through.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing, Bob-Bob?"
Flambae may sound amused, but there is a darker edge clinging to the end of his tone. It's a little clipped, strained like he's barely holding himself together. The heat radiating off of him reaches even you where you're folded under Robert. It's clear that he's either pissed or horny, or both. Probably both. Most definitely both.
Flambae pulls again, forcing Robert's body to lean back. This time, his eyes are closed for a different reason. He gets pliant under Flambae's hold, the mean tease from earlier subdued thanks to the sneak attack of having his orgasm ripped away from him when he was already pent-up as fuck.
Though you're certainly not happy about this development either. As much as you love your walking fireball, he certainly could've waited with coming home for just ten more seconds. The displeasure is clear on your face and, naturally, Flambae takes notice. He leans over Robert's shoulder to smirk down at you.
"Aw, Eshgham. Did I interrupt something?" The words, thick with accent and even thicker with mocking, drip out from his lips like honey. "Did you really think you'd be able to cum so easily after driving us up the walls all week?"
...
...
Well, shit.
Flambae tilts his head, now focused on Robert.
"And what about you, huh? I thought we had an agreement, Robbo."
He blows against Robert's ear, making the smaller man shiver, before licking at the little knick, knowing Robert is especially sensitive there. Robert tries to thrust forward at the sensation, but is stopped by Flambae's strong hand still keeping him pinned in place.
"Made me drop off your fat cow with the old fuck and for what? Just so you could sneak home and get your dick wet without me? Bitch."
He bites down on Robert's shoulder, wasting no time before sucking in a bruise that'll surely stay for at least a week.
Robert, meanwhile, has yet to gather his bearings. His head is still spinning, he's hot all over, and he's absolutely throbbing with need, little pulses shooting through his clit as if mocking him for the lost climax. The fact that Flambae keeps him so still, aside from pulling his head back further, does not help him at all either, it just makes the haze worse.
Flambae kisses his way up and down Robert's neck, meeting your eyes with a look that dares you to move and try something.
You stay put.
Under normal circumstances, this wouldn't be so bad. You have a front row seat to watching your boyfriends get frisky. Seeing Robert melt and go boneless under Flambae's hands and lips is not a bad view at all, it is as endearing as it is attractive. But then Flambae starts grinding into Robert's ass, using one hand to bend Robert down over you, and that's when it starts to feel unfair again. You have Robert's flushed, desperate face right in front of your own, have him letting out the sweetest noises, almost moaning against your skin and you're not allowed to kiss him. You know better than that by now. All you can do is stare longingly at his now shiny lips and somehow attempt move them closer to yours with sheer willpower alone.
This new position also allows you a wonderful view of Flambae. His cocky grin - charming tooth gap and all - concentrated brows, glowing orange eyes that are staring right at Robert's ass. The way his biceps strain against the short sleeves of his shirt, the deep V-neck that shows more than just a slither of his delicious chest, the way there is no hiding the fast, rugged breaths that leave him with every grind against Robert.
Flambae could certainly get himself off like this and leave you both with your orgasms denied, him taking only what he needs and giving you nothing else. He had certainly thought about it. In the end, he decided he's not willing to cut his own fun short, not after these hell-ish past few weeks.
So instead, he stops moving and shoves Robert down on top of you, face to your chest, before moving off of the bed. Your arms wrap around Robert on instinct, to soothe him by brushing a shaky hand through his hair. The little mewl and the way he nuzzles into you make it obvious that he appreciates it.
You're both left shaking and dripping while Flambae wanders off to the closet, muttering under his breath about how 'annoying' and 'insatiable' you both are, which is rich coming from him, but you don't tell him that. A brief respite is needed, especially since Flambae has started going through your shared box of toys, muttering under his breath while looking inside the small cotton bags the items are stored in.
He comes back a couple minutes later, which has allowed both you and Robert to catch your breath somewhat. A couple of toys are thrown onto the mattress, though you don't bother checking which ones.
Flambae wraps a gentle hand around Robert's throat from behind and guides him upright again.
"You still alive, Mechabitch?"
The softness in his tone is undeniable, and the way he trails little pecks up and down his neck is a stark contrast to the harsher words. When Robert lets out an affirmative noise, he looks down to you. "And you?" His warm hand reaches down to brush his fingers along your cheek. You nod and lean further into them. He would stop this the moment either of you did anything but give him a positive sign.
Reassured that you're both willing and eager to continue brings that cocky smirk back to his face. The persona is back on.
He manhandles Robert to his knees, though still careful with his body, aware of it's limitations, and pushes his head down towards your crotch.
"Make yourself useful, bitch."
There is a moment of stillness where Robert realizes the permission he just got, and you feel a spark of dread at the incoming overstimulation.
Robert dives right in, hands spreading your thighs, tongue sloppy against you. He's burying himself into your cunt like a man starved, eating you out like he hasn't in weeks, which is true. Your hands fly to clutch at his hair as he rips a little surprised squeal out from between your lips. Your body falls back against the bed, unable to hold yourself up, legs tensing all the way down to your toes as you squirm under his greedy mouth. You couldn't get him off of you right now even if you wanted to. He's moaning loudly, licking away every bit of slick he can find, both feral yet tender, sucking and kissing your labia between breaths of air.
A particularly strained moan from Robert makes you open your heavy eyes to see what is going on, and again you clench around nothing at the sight. Flambae has pulled Robert's boxers down to mid-thigh and started doing the same to him that he is doing to you. Big, strong hands spread Robert's ass cheeks, so Flambae can lick broad stripes up, starting from his clit and ending with his tongue plunging deep into Robert's hole.
He groans into you deeply, his efforts stuttering for just a moment, before finding a slightly slower, more distracted rhythm. You can feel Robert shake his hips in an attempt to wordlessly ask for more, but from the little you can see and hear, Flambae doesn't give in. Instead, he pulls back and plunges two fingers into Robert, scissoring with practiced precision.
"So fucking wet, all for me." He mumbles, mostly to himself. "Of course you are. My mouth is fucking perfect."
By this point, Robert has slowed to barely anything more than gentle sucking on your clit, which is both a blessing and a curse, because on the one hand, you're already stimulated to hell and back right now. On the other hand the soft, ticklish sort of pleasure may very well be more torturous than anything else. You squirm under Robert, tugging him closer by his hair, lifting your hips with a frustrated noise, which only makes Flambae laugh from where he is looking down at you.
"Pathetic, Eshgham." He chuckles, licking his lips. "Beautiful."
He pulls his fingers out with a wet noise, only to hold them out in front of your mouth as a silent command. Your lips part and he stuffs the wet digits inside your mouth, pushing down on your tongue enough to make you moan, but not to make you gag. He stays like this for a few long seconds before removing them and wiping his hand on his shirt.
Your attention is quickly stolen by Robert peppering kisses all over your face, making you laugh breathlessly. Since no punishment or stupid comment follows, you take that as a sign that you can finally move, arms wrapping around Robert's shoulders to pull him into a proper kiss. For a while, you just kiss like the lovers you are, smiling and holding each other close during a calm moment between intense vulnerability. Robert is warm, he always is, and he's softer too. Moments like this leave him so wonderfully carefree, it makes you want to spoil him all the time.
Flambae is watching from where he is standing at the edge of the bed, smiling to himself. If anyone asked, he would deny it until his dying day, but he absolutely adores watching his boyfriends kiss and be happy. There is not a single slither of jealousy towards either of them, because why would there be? They love each other, and he loves them, and they love him too. They're past the roughest patches of their relationship at this point, so there is nothing but contentment left.
As beautiful and heartwarming as this is, he won't let himself get distracted. Flambae pulls Robert's boxers back up, before slapping his ass.
"Up, Bob."
To encourage Robert to actually listen, Flambae wraps a strong arm around Robert's waist and pulls him back. The smaller man whines, but lets himself be moved, planting his unsteady feet on the carpet by the bed. You watch as Flambae makes Robert step into the strap harness, helping him balance and fastening it to be the perfect fit around Robert's hips. Then, he steps back to the bed, considers the options for a moment, and decides on a more average sized dildo, but one with a curve he knows you'll like. He fastens it into the O-Ring of the harness, before also lubing it up, making a show of it.
"You know what to do, don't you, Robert?"
Robert nods, eyes flitting between Flambae's hand that is jerking off his strap, and you, still spread out on the bed, ready for the taking. He receives one last kiss to his neck, and another slap on the ass, from Flambae, before he crawls back over you, more controlled than before, but no less hungry.
"Hi." He whispers, small smirk quirking up the edges of his lips when he's face to face with you again.
"Hi." You reply, tired, but happy smile on your face.
He kisses your forehead before moving your body, turning you around to lay on your stomach. Flambae hands him a pillow, which he slides under your hips. Robert lets his hands wander up your back, then smoothes them down your sides, before squeezing a handful off your ass. Finally, you feel the blunt head of silicone press against you, making your heart flutter with excitement. Robert pushes inside slowly, then pulls out a bit, before pushing further in on the next thrust. It only takes a couple of them for his hips to be flush against you. He sighs, closing his eyes, taking in the sensation for a moment. Obviously he can't actually feel anything, but the knowledge of his strap being the thing that fills you up is already enough to make him feel good. Not to mention that he phantom pleasure will be kicking in soon enough.
Hands hold on to your hips, adjusting his legs once more, before he finally moves, one, two thrusts to test the slide, making you both moan out. Only when he's sure everything feels smooth enough does he start properly fucking forward.
With your head buried into the mattress, you lose yourself in the feeling of it. He's not going too hard, not too fast, but also not too slow. It's perfect for your poor, overstimulated cunt. And when Robert changes the angle, hands now gripping the sheets on either side of you, his body angling above yours and using gravity to aid his thrusts, he also presses your clit down into the pillow each time.
It's just the right amount of pressure to gradually bring you back up to the edge of climax, though not sending you over just yet. You need just a little more to get there, anything at all.
A hot hand cups your face, fingers curling into your cheek, and moves it up, letting your moans be free to echo through the room.
Flambae.
You had almost forgotten he was here.
The hand squishes once to get your attention back, before adjusting to hold you by the neck. There is no pressure at all, he's not squeezing or pressing, just resting his hand there, warming your throat. Carefully, he pushes your body upright, though again, it's less him using pressure and more him letting his hold guide you. He waits for you to meet his eyes.
"You look so fucking wrecked."
His voice, hot, breathless, is almost enough makes you moan out by itself. At some point, he, too, undressed, leaving you to oogle at the way his hair, open and flowing, frames his face and how fucking hot his body is, muscular, sharp, hairy all over.
"My eyes are up here, pervert."
Oops. Busted. To be fair, you're still being railed by your other, equally sexy boyfriend, so it's not like you have the mind to do anything but stare without deep thought.
Your eyes flit back up to his way-too-smug grin.
"I know I'm fucking hot, but I've got something better for you than just the view."
His thumb holds your chin and lowers your face, so that you're looking right at the tip of a flaming red dildo. It's Flambae's favorite, the one he says looks exactly like the dick he would've had, piercings and all. It takes practically no convincing for your lips to part, letting Flambae move his hips forward. The hand holding your face moves to the back of your head, keeping you from potentially squirming away. He pushes inside, more, more, until you cough, and then pulls out enough to let you breathe. He waits a bit before trying again, gradually relaxing your throat and your gag reflex, letting you get used to the weight and feel of him inside your mouth.
"Good boy."
Even though the praise is directed at you, Robert moans along as well. He steadies himself back on his knees, holds your waist tightly, and picks the pace back up. He's sweating, eyebrows furrowed, concentrated on fucking into you while also grinding his clothed clit against the leather of the harness. The more pressure he can apply to each forward movement of his hips, the better it feels for him, so naturally, he thrusts into you as deep as he possibly can, rolls his hips hard against the harness, before pulling back and repeating the process. He's practically in his own world right now, single-mindedly focused on burrowing himself inside you like his life depends on it.
Meanwhile from the front, Flambae has begun thrusting into your mouth, moving your head in sync with his hips. Drool quickly slips out the edges of your lips where they're wrapped around silicone, and the feel of it rolling down your skin makes you moan around Flambae. One person letting out a noise immediately triggers the other two as well, groans and sighs and whimpers bouncing off the walls alongside the filthy, slick noises of Robert fucking into you from behind and Flambae sloppily using your mouth.
"Don't cum before they do," rasps Flambae, clearly directed at Robert, who just grunts in acknowledgement, not taking his eyes off of the way you're taking him so well. One clumsy hand slips down from your waist to your front, rubbing rough, uncoordinated circles into your clit. Luckily, that seems to do the trick, and you finally, finally get to cum. You whimper around the dick in your mouth, clenching hard around Robert, which gives him the perfect resistance to thrust harder, making you squeal even louder. Your body trembles as they fuck you through it, not stopping until your hips twitch from the slightly painful shocks that zip up your body.
Flambae pulls himself out of your mouth, and you suck in several deep breaths of air, head falling back down into the soft sheets right after. Robert is still moving, but barely. He's not really pulling out anymore, just rhythmically pressing himself against the leather harness. It leaves you filled to the brim, but at least he takes his hands off your overly-sensitive clit. A couple more grinds and he groans, shakes, before slumping against your back. He's all hot and sweaty, breathing harder than he has in a long time.
Flambae considers you two for a moment, before deciding on a change of plans.
He stands from the bed and comes back around to the other side, reaching out to smoothe two big, hot hands down Robert's back to relax the muscles. "Good job, Azizam." He mumbles softly and presses a kiss to Robert's shoulder. "Lay back for me."
It's not a command this time and he's also not really asking the other to move. This is him telling Robert that he will move him, but without sounding sappy about it. Hands encircle his scarred waist and lift him to lie down on his back. Robert sighs in contentment and melts into the mattress.
Flambae takes some time to check you over too, helping you stretch your legs a couple of times, before moving you next to Robert, letting you curl into a pillow and watch. You're grateful for it, because you're sure one more touch to your clit and you'll implode.
When he's sure you're comfortable where you are, he kisses your forehead and crawls over to Robert. A bit of fumbling with both harnesses later, Robert is now equipped with the flaming red toy, the other one abandoned by the foot of the bed. Flambae straddles Robert's lap, one hand on his thigh, the other angling the dildo. Of course he'd want to fuck himself on the dick he frequently claims to be his own.
Flambae is insanely sexy whenever he gets fucked, especially his expressions. Somehow, you've never seen him pull an ugly face during sex, which is deeply unfair, and also a thought you have not said out loud, because his ego does not need to get any bigger than it already is.
Tired and still buzzing softly, you watch Flambae ride Robert into tomorrow. He's moving fast, hard, using his whole weight to drop down, empty harness shaking around his hips. He's clearly very happy to get himself off like this, letting one hand sneak down to rub sharp circles into himself, while the other pinches at a nipple, rolling the metal of his piercing gently between two fingers.
If his face is unfairly sexy, his voice is even worse. This is what heaven sounds like, it has to be.
Robert seems to agree, because he's absolutely mesmerized by what is happening on top of him, eyes glazed over, but trying to hard to focus on his boyfriend, to not miss a single change in expression or tone. His mouth is open, moaning softly, eyebrows pinched together tightly as each time Flambae drops down, he presses the leather of the harness against Robert who is, similarly to you, quite sensitive by now.
With Flambae being an expert at his own pleasure, it only takes a couple of minutes for him to finish with a beautifully arched back and a gorgeous, sensual groan. He stays seated while catching his breath, blissed out in the afterglow of such an intense orgasm after weeks of nothing.
Normally, he is quick to do clean-up and aftercare, but when he slips off the toy and drops himself on the mattress between you both, there is not even a hint of intention for moving right now. It makes you huff softly in amusement, watching him through half-lidded, sleepy eyes. If even Flambae is unwilling to move and get cleaned up, then that means these last few weeks have really taken it out of all three of you.
You shuffle forward, abandoning your pillow in favor of throwing an arm over Flambae and snuggling into his back. Similarly, Robert moves down to curl himself into Flambae's front. It's warm, it's cozy, it's absolutely perfect for falling asleep.
"Don't you two dare." Flambae lifts his head to look between you and Robert. "We are not sleeping like this. And all three of us are going for a piss. I'm not going to let either of you catch a fucking UTI just because you're lazy."
Roberts groans and curls closer. You laugh and nuzzle his back.
Fuck around and find out (18+ T4T4T Flambae x Robert x Reader)
This work contains NSFW writing! Minors and Blogs with no age indicator, do not interact! I will block you!
Wordcount: 5.4k of pure filth
Tags: T4T4T Smut!! Flambae, Robert and Reader are all Transmasc!!Top Flambae, Switch Robert, Bottom Reader, Teasing, Sex Toys, Pegging, Strap-ons, Oral, some Fluff bcs they all love each other, so much grinding
Notes: This one is for @hexite-dissolving who has been throwing Robert thoughts back and forth with me. He wanted Transmasc T4T4T smut so here we are!
Genital descriptions used: clit and cunt. Referring to the strap as a regular dick sometimes. No descriptions of any character's chest beyond just saying the word 'chest'. Reader is mentioned once wearing some lingerie on their top half, but no further descriptions are given. They/them reader, and they are referred to as 'boyfriend'.
Summary: When a new villain gang starts forming, Robert and Flambae are quick to try and put a stop to their growth. The result of that is them doing overtime and leaving you sexually frustrated. Not only that, you're sure they're teasing you on purpose! So who says you're not allowed to dish out your own teasing? After all, it gets you exactly where you want to be.
The two of you practically stumble into the apartment, not even taking the time to switch on the lights or take off your shoes. They get lost somewhere anyway, between grabbing hands and heated kisses, just like the rest of your clothes. Flambae will definitely nag you both for this, but that hardly seems important compared to the way Robert is half lifting you by the waist, guiding you backwards into the bedroom, pushing you right onto the plush mattress and fluffy pillows.
You had been a brat all day, hell, all week really, and you're very aware of that. You ramped the sass up on purpose, in fact. Both Robert and Flambae had gotten caught up in work - some new villain gang trying to form or whatever - and they've been doing overtime to try and snuff out the flame before it turns into a fire, so to say. Which means that little ol' you has been less than satisfied with them because of it.
And look, you get it, you really do. This is important work, solving a small problem before it becomes an actual issue. It's smart, it's essential. Flambae is making sure that he and Robert still take care of themselves as best as they can, eating well , getting enough sleep, so it's not like you could get on their asses for that either. They are doing everything right in that regard.
What you can get on their asses for is, however, the fact that your wonderful, handsome and sexy boyfriends have been leaving you high and dry for weeks, and not only in a 'not-having-time-or-energy-for-sex' sort of way. No, they have been very deliberately teasing you, you're so sure of that! You just don't have any concrete proof is all. But you're not stupid, and you know those two little shits well. Flambae scooting by you in the morning close enough to brush his crotch against your ass, Robert letting his hand intentionally rest on the back of your neck for a little while longer after kissing you goodbye... you just know they're doing this on purpose.
Who said you can't join their little game of teasing? If they can leave you sexually frustrated, then it is only fair to return the favor.
Your plan worked brilliantly too. It started off subtle, innocent, just enough for them to not realize anything is off at first. Stretching just a moment longer in the mornings, letting out a little hum that sounds suspiciously close to a moan. Taking a shower around the time they get home so they see you in that pretty bathrobe Flambae bought you. Every time, their eyes did that thing where they flit up and down your body in appreciation.
Leaving it at that wasn't enough though. You needed them to suffer just like you did. So you went on as the days passed:
Morning kisses suddenly used tongue, which then turned into short makeouts, hair pulling included. Leaving your prettiest underwear on the bed for them to see, then lube on the nightstand, then your vibrator by the pillow, all while playing oblivious, clearing the items away once you're sure they saw them.
It's not like it was easy - it very much wasn't! Every time their teeth nibbled on your lip or their eyes lowered with hunger, you wanted to jump their bones. In a way, you were teasing yourself as well, but you somehow convinced yourself going through two pairs of underwear a day was worth it, because you knew they were both struggling equally as much, if not more, even if it wasn't visible to anyone. It was also exhilarating to have so much power over those two very strong, and very smart, men. Knowing they were probably left soaking the whole day because of your actions was one of the best boosts to your ego you've ever felt.
Not to mention the anticipation of what your little game would end up bringing you had your heart racing every time either of them got home. Every night your mind kept asking the same questions: 'Is tonight the night? Will they finally snap?'
To their credit, they held out for quite a while. One week is more than you had guessed, at least for Flambae. He's so much easier to rile up than Robert, always quick to act when his temperament flares, you figured he'd crack on day 3 the latest. But he didn't. He wasn't even the one who snapped first. No, it was Robert.
He had practically hauled you home once his shift ended after you visited him at SDN. You've been giving him 'accidental' peeks of the dark blue lingerie you're wearing all day. Not once, not twice, but 5 fucking times, you've bent down or reached over him so that he could catch a glimpse down your loose shirt to see the pretty lace on your chest. It was driving him mad, absolutely fucking insane. A man can only take so much before he reaches the point where consequences be damned.
There is no one to blame other than yourself for the current predicament, though you can't really call it that. Robert above you, pinning you down to the bed by your hips, is exactly what you wanted, after all. So you can't really find it in yourself to regret your actions.
Robert's lips are chapped on yours, they always are despite Flambae's insistence he use chapstick, but you love them anyway, especially when they press against yours with no mercy, when they part to make space for his tongue to pry open your mouth for something deeper, more desperate. Your clothes have long since gone, leaving a trail of obvious intention behind. Only Robert is still wearing his boxers, which gives you a hint of what he has planned for you. The lack of bulge doesn't stop him from grinding down into you, practically humping away like an animal. He makes sure to press down just right too, so that you're both being tortured by little zips of pleasure, never enough to really get something from it, but certainly enough to have you staining his boxers with slick.
This is different from the feral Robert you've come to know whenever he's desperate. It's more controlled than just a man chasing after pleasure. While a mood like this is nothing new, it is still rare for him to get mean like this. Maybe the fact that Flambe isn't around right now has emboldened him a little. Regardless of the reason, Robert seems dead-set on making you both go crazy, and that leaves all sorts of nerves fluttering in your chest.
Robert sits up on his knees, pulling your body closer, legs thrown over his thighs on either side, pressing you right against each other. Then, he thrusts forward, slow and hard, really dragging it out to force a long moan out of both of you. He throws his head back slightly and closes his eyes, brows furrowing more and more each time he moves his hips forward. You realize quickly that he's missing your clit on purpose. He's focused entirely on his own pleasure right now, keeping your body still with rough, calloused hands on your waist, giving no chance of squirming forward into him.
"Fucking- Robert!" You hiss out between clenched teeth, frustration building up in your chest. It's not enough to make you want to fight back just yet, but only because Robert's expression is so hot right now. He's moving his hips like he's imagining fucking you deep and slow, like he's dragging his cock in and out in a way that makes you feel every single inch, and his face reflects just that. It makes you clench around nothing.
One of your hands reaches down to grab at his hip, not really to pull him closer or to push him away, but just to hold on to something warm and real, something that isn't just a thin blanket. Robert let's out a sigh at your clumsy touch, head lolling forward and eyes opening slightly to look at you. There is mirth in his gaze, a smugness that sometimes glitters in his pretty doe eyes, and it's pissing you off.
You try to sit up, to push at his hip, but neither of those actions are successful. Robert overpowers you with ease, pressing one hand to your sternum to push you back down, keeping you there so he can adjust his lower body. He lifts his thighs up, bringing his body forward and taking your legs with them, before folding his upper body down towards you, essentially trapping you in a mating press. Then, he starts really going for it.
His hips move faster, faster, leaving him panting against your mouth, hot breaths right against your lips. It should've been so easy to kiss him, there is only a tiny bit of space left between you, but with his hand keeping you pinned it's impossible. When you try to crane your neck up, he simply moves back that little bit. When you let out an unsatisfied noise, attempting to glare, he presses his face into your neck to hide his smirk. He knows your hands are tied, metaphorically speaking. They're too busy digging their nails into his back to do much else, and you both know that trying to reach for his face would just result in him doing something devious to make you regret it. This time, you don't try his patience. You don't want to risk loosing what Robert is already giving you.
With this new position and the ferocious thrusting, he's sliding himself right against your unclothed clit in fast little strokes. It's enough to have you making all sorts of pretty noises; moans, squeaks and even the occasional choke on a curse or his name. Robert is clearly not unaffected either. Every other breath is interrupted by a groan or a gasp, and his face is flushed and lightly shiny from sweat. The closer he gets to his own climax, the more his moans turn into sweet little whimpers.
The hand on your sternum moves down to grab at your thigh, hard enough to leave bruises in the flesh, and angles it out a bit so he can use the extra space to press himself up and right against your clit in one long stroke, pressing down exactly how he knows you love it.
Your nails dig deeper into his back, making him grunt out and go back to using those short thrusts instead. He's intent on finally showing mercy to you both, too pent-up by this past week to drag this out any longer than he already has. His eyes close again, his hold on you tightening, he's so fucking close and so are you-
You're both completely taken off guard and left gasping when a hand suddenly stills Roberts hip, and another brushes through his hair before pulling, leaving you with nothing.
Robert lets out the filthiest moan yet, choking on it halfway through.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing, Bob-Bob?"
Flambae may sound amused, but there is a darker edge clinging to the end of his tone. It's a little clipped, strained like he's barely holding himself together. The heat radiating off of him reaches even you where you're folded under Robert. It's clear that he's either pissed or horny, or both. Probably both. Most definitely both.
Flambae pulls again, forcing Robert's body to lean back. This time, his eyes are closed for a different reason. He gets pliant under Flambae's hold, the mean tease from earlier subdued thanks to the sneak attack of having his orgasm ripped away from him when he was already pent-up as fuck.
Though you're certainly not happy about this development either. As much as you love your walking fireball, he certainly could've waited with coming home for just ten more seconds. The displeasure is clear on your face and, naturally, Flambae takes notice. He leans over Robert's shoulder to smirk down at you.
"Aw, Eshgham. Did I interrupt something?" The words, thick with accent and even thicker with mocking, drip out from his lips like honey. "Did you really think you'd be able to cum so easily after driving us up the walls all week?"
...
...
Well, shit.
Flambae tilts his head, now focused on Robert.
"And what about you, huh? I thought we had an agreement, Robbo."
He blows against Robert's ear, making the smaller man shiver, before licking at the little knick, knowing Robert is especially sensitive there. Robert tries to thrust forward at the sensation, but is stopped by Flambae's strong hand still keeping him pinned in place.
"Made me drop off your fat cow with the old fuck and for what? Just so you could sneak home and get your dick wet without me? Bitch."
He bites down on Robert's shoulder, wasting no time before sucking in a bruise that'll surely stay for at least a week.
Robert, meanwhile, has yet to gather his bearings. His head is still spinning, he's hot all over, and he's absolutely throbbing with need, little pulses shooting through his clit as if mocking him for the lost climax. The fact that Flambae keeps him so still, aside from pulling his head back further, does not help him at all either, it just makes the haze worse.
Flambae kisses his way up and down Robert's neck, meeting your eyes with a look that dares you to move and try something.
You stay put.
Under normal circumstances, this wouldn't be so bad. You have a front row seat to watching your boyfriends get frisky. Seeing Robert melt and go boneless under Flambae's hands and lips is not a bad view at all, it is as endearing as it is attractive. But then Flambae starts grinding into Robert's ass, using one hand to bend Robert down over you, and that's when it starts to feel unfair again. You have Robert's flushed, desperate face right in front of your own, have him letting out the sweetest noises, almost moaning against your skin and you're not allowed to kiss him. You know better than that by now. All you can do is stare longingly at his now shiny lips and somehow attempt move them closer to yours with sheer willpower alone.
This new position also allows you a wonderful view of Flambae. His cocky grin - charming tooth gap and all - concentrated brows, glowing orange eyes that are staring right at Robert's ass. The way his biceps strain against the short sleeves of his shirt, the deep V-neck that shows more than just a slither of his delicious chest, the way there is no hiding the fast, rugged breaths that leave him with every grind against Robert.
Flambae could certainly get himself off like this and leave you both with your orgasms denied, him taking only what he needs and giving you nothing else. He had certainly thought about it. In the end, he decided he's not willing to cut his own fun short, not after these hell-ish past few weeks.
So instead, he stops moving and shoves Robert down on top of you, face to your chest, before moving off of the bed. Your arms wrap around Robert on instinct, to soothe him by brushing a shaky hand through his hair. The little mewl and the way he nuzzles into you make it obvious that he appreciates it.
You're both left shaking and dripping while Flambae wanders off to the closet, muttering under his breath about how 'annoying' and 'insatiable' you both are, which is rich coming from him, but you don't tell him that. A brief respite is needed, especially since Flambae has started going through your shared box of toys, muttering under his breath while looking inside the small cotton bags the items are stored in.
He comes back a couple minutes later, which has allowed both you and Robert to catch your breath somewhat. A couple of toys are thrown onto the mattress, though you don't bother checking which ones.
Flambae wraps a gentle hand around Robert's throat from behind and guides him upright again.
"You still alive, Mechabitch?"
The softness in his tone is undeniable, and the way he trails little pecks up and down his neck is a stark contrast to the harsher words. When Robert lets out an affirmative noise, he looks down to you. "And you?" His warm hand reaches down to brush his fingers along your cheek. You nod and lean further into them. He would stop this the moment either of you did anything but give him a positive sign.
Reassured that you're both willing and eager to continue brings that cocky smirk back to his face. The persona is back on.
He manhandles Robert to his knees, though still careful with his body, aware of it's limitations, and pushes his head down towards your crotch.
"Make yourself useful, bitch."
There is a moment of stillness where Robert realizes the permission he just got, and you feel a spark of dread at the incoming overstimulation.
Robert dives right in, hands spreading your thighs, tongue sloppy against you. He's burying himself into your cunt like a man starved, eating you out like he hasn't in weeks, which is true. Your hands fly to clutch at his hair as he rips a little surprised squeal out from between your lips. Your body falls back against the bed, unable to hold yourself up, legs tensing all the way down to your toes as you squirm under his greedy mouth. You couldn't get him off of you right now even if you wanted to. He's moaning loudly, licking away every bit of slick he can find, both feral yet tender, sucking and kissing your labia between breaths of air.
A particularly strained moan from Robert makes you open your heavy eyes to see what is going on, and again you clench around nothing at the sight. Flambae has pulled Robert's boxers down to mid-thigh and started doing the same to him that he is doing to you. Big, strong hands spread Robert's ass cheeks, so Flambae can lick broad stripes up, starting from his clit and ending with his tongue plunging deep into Robert's hole.
He groans into you deeply, his efforts stuttering for just a moment, before finding a slightly slower, more distracted rhythm. You can feel Robert shake his hips in an attempt to wordlessly ask for more, but from the little you can see and hear, Flambae doesn't give in. Instead, he pulls back and plunges two fingers into Robert, scissoring with practiced precision.
"So fucking wet, all for me." He mumbles, mostly to himself. "Of course you are. My mouth is fucking perfect."
By this point, Robert has slowed to barely anything more than gentle sucking on your clit, which is both a blessing and a curse, because on the one hand, you're already stimulated to hell and back right now. On the other hand the soft, ticklish sort of pleasure may very well be more torturous than anything else. You squirm under Robert, tugging him closer by his hair, lifting your hips with a frustrated noise, which only makes Flambae laugh from where he is looking down at you.
"Pathetic, Eshgham." He chuckles, licking his lips. "Beautiful."
He pulls his fingers out with a wet noise, only to hold them out in front of your mouth as a silent command. Your lips part and he stuffs the wet digits inside your mouth, pushing down on your tongue enough to make you moan, but not to make you gag. He stays like this for a few long seconds before removing them and wiping his hand on his shirt.
Your attention is quickly stolen by Robert peppering kisses all over your face, making you laugh breathlessly. Since no punishment or stupid comment follows, you take that as a sign that you can finally move, arms wrapping around Robert's shoulders to pull him into a proper kiss. For a while, you just kiss like the lovers you are, smiling and holding each other close during a calm moment between intense vulnerability. Robert is warm, he always is, and he's softer too. Moments like this leave him so wonderfully carefree, it makes you want to spoil him all the time.
Flambae is watching from where he is standing at the edge of the bed, smiling to himself. If anyone asked, he would deny it until his dying day, but he absolutely adores watching his boyfriends kiss and be happy. There is not a single slither of jealousy towards either of them, because why would there be? They love each other, and he loves them, and they love him too. They're past the roughest patches of their relationship at this point, so there is nothing but contentment left.
As beautiful and heartwarming as this is, he won't let himself get distracted. Flambae pulls Robert's boxers back up, before slapping his ass.
"Up, Bob."
To encourage Robert to actually listen, Flambae wraps a strong arm around Robert's waist and pulls him back. The smaller man whines, but lets himself be moved, planting his unsteady feet on the carpet by the bed. You watch as Flambae makes Robert step into the strap harness, helping him balance and fastening it to be the perfect fit around Robert's hips. Then, he steps back to the bed, considers the options for a moment, and decides on a more average sized dildo, but one with a curve he knows you'll like. He fastens it into the O-Ring of the harness, before also lubing it up, making a show of it.
"You know what to do, don't you, Robert?"
Robert nods, eyes flitting between Flambae's hand that is jerking off his strap, and you, still spread out on the bed, ready for the taking. He receives one last kiss to his neck, and another slap on the ass, from Flambae, before he crawls back over you, more controlled than before, but no less hungry.
"Hi." He whispers, small smirk quirking up the edges of his lips when he's face to face with you again.
"Hi." You reply, tired, but happy smile on your face.
He kisses your forehead before moving your body, turning you around to lay on your stomach. Flambae hands him a pillow, which he slides under your hips. Robert lets his hands wander up your back, then smoothes them down your sides, before squeezing a handful off your ass. Finally, you feel the blunt head of silicone press against you, making your heart flutter with excitement. Robert pushes inside slowly, then pulls out a bit, before pushing further in on the next thrust. It only takes a couple of them for his hips to be flush against you. He sighs, closing his eyes, taking in the sensation for a moment. Obviously he can't actually feel anything, but the knowledge of his strap being the thing that fills you up is already enough to make him feel good. Not to mention that he phantom pleasure will be kicking in soon enough.
Hands hold on to your hips, adjusting his legs once more, before he finally moves, one, two thrusts to test the slide, making you both moan out. Only when he's sure everything feels smooth enough does he start properly fucking forward.
With your head buried into the mattress, you lose yourself in the feeling of it. He's not going too hard, not too fast, but also not too slow. It's perfect for your poor, overstimulated cunt. And when Robert changes the angle, hands now gripping the sheets on either side of you, his body angling above yours and using gravity to aid his thrusts, he also presses your clit down into the pillow each time.
It's just the right amount of pressure to gradually bring you back up to the edge of climax, though not sending you over just yet. You need just a little more to get there, anything at all.
A hot hand cups your face, fingers curling into your cheek, and moves it up, letting your moans be free to echo through the room.
Flambae.
You had almost forgotten he was here.
The hand squishes once to get your attention back, before adjusting to hold you by the neck. There is no pressure at all, he's not squeezing or pressing, just resting his hand there, warming your throat. Carefully, he pushes your body upright, though again, it's less him using pressure and more him letting his hold guide you. He waits for you to meet his eyes.
"You look so fucking wrecked."
His voice, hot, breathless, is almost enough makes you moan out by itself. At some point, he, too, undressed, leaving you to oogle at the way his hair, open and flowing, frames his face and how fucking hot his body is, muscular, sharp, hairy all over.
"My eyes are up here, pervert."
Oops. Busted. To be fair, you're still being railed by your other, equally sexy boyfriend, so it's not like you have the mind to do anything but stare without deep thought.
Your eyes flit back up to his way-too-smug grin.
"I know I'm fucking hot, but I've got something better for you than just the view."
His thumb holds your chin and lowers your face, so that you're looking right at the tip of a flaming red dildo. It's Flambae's favorite, the one he says looks exactly like the dick he would've had, piercings and all. It takes practically no convincing for your lips to part, letting Flambae move his hips forward. The hand holding your face moves to the back of your head, keeping you from potentially squirming away. He pushes inside, more, more, until you cough, and then pulls out enough to let you breathe. He waits a bit before trying again, gradually relaxing your throat and your gag reflex, letting you get used to the weight and feel of him inside your mouth.
"Good boy."
Even though the praise is directed at you, Robert moans along as well. He steadies himself back on his knees, holds your waist tightly, and picks the pace back up. He's sweating, eyebrows furrowed, concentrated on fucking into you while also grinding his clothed clit against the leather of the harness. The more pressure he can apply to each forward movement of his hips, the better it feels for him, so naturally, he thrusts into you as deep as he possibly can, rolls his hips hard against the harness, before pulling back and repeating the process. He's practically in his own world right now, single-mindedly focused on burrowing himself inside you like his life depends on it.
Meanwhile from the front, Flambae has begun thrusting into your mouth, moving your head in sync with his hips. Drool quickly slips out the edges of your lips where they're wrapped around silicone, and the feel of it rolling down your skin makes you moan around Flambae. One person letting out a noise immediately triggers the other two as well, groans and sighs and whimpers bouncing off the walls alongside the filthy, slick noises of Robert fucking into you from behind and Flambae sloppily using your mouth.
"Don't cum before they do," rasps Flambae, clearly directed at Robert, who just grunts in acknowledgement, not taking his eyes off of the way you're taking him so well. One clumsy hand slips down from your waist to your front, rubbing rough, uncoordinated circles into your clit. Luckily, that seems to do the trick, and you finally, finally get to cum. You whimper around the dick in your mouth, clenching hard around Robert, which gives him the perfect resistance to thrust harder, making you squeal even louder. Your body trembles as they fuck you through it, not stopping until your hips twitch from the slightly painful shocks that zip up your body.
Flambae pulls himself out of your mouth, and you suck in several deep breaths of air, head falling back down into the soft sheets right after. Robert is still moving, but barely. He's not really pulling out anymore, just rhythmically pressing himself against the leather harness. It leaves you filled to the brim, but at least he takes his hands off your overly-sensitive clit. A couple more grinds and he groans, shakes, before slumping against your back. He's all hot and sweaty, breathing harder than he has in a long time.
Flambae considers you two for a moment, before deciding on a change of plans.
He stands from the bed and comes back around to the other side, reaching out to smoothe two big, hot hands down Robert's back to relax the muscles. "Good job, Azizam." He mumbles softly and presses a kiss to Robert's shoulder. "Lay back for me."
It's not a command this time and he's also not really asking the other to move. This is him telling Robert that he will move him, but without sounding sappy about it. Hands encircle his scarred waist and lift him to lie down on his back. Robert sighs in contentment and melts into the mattress.
Flambae takes some time to check you over too, helping you stretch your legs a couple of times, before moving you next to Robert, letting you curl into a pillow and watch. You're grateful for it, because you're sure one more touch to your clit and you'll implode.
When he's sure you're comfortable where you are, he kisses your forehead and crawls over to Robert. A bit of fumbling with both harnesses later, Robert is now equipped with the flaming red toy, the other one abandoned by the foot of the bed. Flambae straddles Robert's lap, one hand on his thigh, the other angling the dildo. Of course he'd want to fuck himself on the dick he frequently claims to be his own.
Flambae is insanely sexy whenever he gets fucked, especially his expressions. Somehow, you've never seen him pull an ugly face during sex, which is deeply unfair, and also a thought you have not said out loud, because his ego does not need to get any bigger than it already is.
Tired and still buzzing softly, you watch Flambae ride Robert into tomorrow. He's moving fast, hard, using his whole weight to drop down, empty harness shaking around his hips. He's clearly very happy to get himself off like this, letting one hand sneak down to rub sharp circles into himself, while the other pinches at a nipple, rolling the metal of his piercing gently between two fingers.
If his face is unfairly sexy, his voice is even worse. This is what heaven sounds like, it has to be.
Robert seems to agree, because he's absolutely mesmerized by what is happening on top of him, eyes glazed over, but trying to hard to focus on his boyfriend, to not miss a single change in expression or tone. His mouth is open, moaning softly, eyebrows pinched together tightly as each time Flambae drops down, he presses the leather of the harness against Robert who is, similarly to you, quite sensitive by now.
With Flambae being an expert at his own pleasure, it only takes a couple of minutes for him to finish with a beautifully arched back and a gorgeous, sensual groan. He stays seated while catching his breath, blissed out in the afterglow of such an intense orgasm after weeks of nothing.
Normally, he is quick to do clean-up and aftercare, but when he slips off the toy and drops himself on the mattress between you both, there is not even a hint of intention for moving right now. It makes you huff softly in amusement, watching him through half-lidded, sleepy eyes. If even Flambae is unwilling to move and get cleaned up, then that means these last few weeks have really taken it out of all three of you.
You shuffle forward, abandoning your pillow in favor of throwing an arm over Flambae and snuggling into his back. Similarly, Robert moves down to curl himself into Flambae's front. It's warm, it's cozy, it's absolutely perfect for falling asleep.
"Don't you two dare." Flambae lifts his head to look between you and Robert. "We are not sleeping like this. And all three of us are going for a piss. I'm not going to let either of you catch a fucking UTI just because you're lazy."
Roberts groans and curls closer. You laugh and nuzzle his back.
