have a fic of Clark learning how to suck strap cause he has a crush on Batman
I’m superbat/clois polyam brain rotted.
Our Love Will Change the World (3376 words) by lazy_leaves [AO3]
Chapters: 1/?
Fandom: Superman (Movie 2025)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Clark Kent/Lois Lane, Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, Batman/Superman
Characters: Clark Kent, Lois Lane, Bruce Wayne, Batman, Superman, Justice League (DCU)
Additional Tags: this is so horny hi, SuperBat, Clark has a crush, Blowjobs, Sub!Clark, Dom!Lois
Summary:
Clark has a crush.
(The first installment of my superbat/Clois poly fic universe.)
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Robert finds out he's pregnant, wants to wait for the perfect moment to tell flambae. He starts getting symptoms and scheduling doctors appointments, the works.
Flambae completely misconstrues the signals and is convinced Robert is dying and not telling him about it. Resulting in him either confronting Robert in a far less romantic scenario than what Robert planned to do to tell him.
I LOVE this idea!! That's so funny
Flambae is highly distressed. Robert hasn't been feeling well, and is often nauseous. He isn't one to snoop, but they're both pretty open about their phones and letting the other use them, so imagine Flambae's panic when he sees Robert's phone calendar littered with doctor's appointments.
Oh my god. Flambae thinks, hands shaking as he stares down at the offending scheduled appointment. Robert is sick. Is he dying? Why didn't he tell me?? What should I do?
It isn't a stretch to imagine Robert's physical condition worsening after years of abuse and neglect he put on his health. Flambae has been trying to help with Robert's chronic pain, but he's an idiot if he thinks there isn't something worse happening to Robert's body beyond surface-level pain.
Already, Flambae's mind is going a mile a minute, imagining the worst case scenarios. Is he going to die soon? Am I going to have to cremate him? How am I going to live without him?
When the racing thoughts become unbearable and Flambae is on the verge of a panic attack, he finally pulls Robert aside to question him.
"Are you sick?" Flambae starts, trying to be as delicate as possible but there's too much desperation in his tone.
"No?" Robert replies, frowning at the wild look in Flambae's eyes. "Why do you ask?"
"Don't fucking lie to me, Robert." Flambae is tearing up, his lip wobbling. "I saw your doctor's appointments. I know you're unwell. Please, Robert." He grabs Robert's arms, squeezing them maybe a little too hard. "Please tell me the truth. Are you dying?"
"Wha—No!" Robert is appalled Flambae would think that. "I'm not sick. I'm not dying, Chad."
"Then explain the appointments! A-And the nausea—sometimes you can't even keep food down—" Flambae is practically hysterical as he holds onto Robert, tears streaming down his face.
Robert quickly wraps his arms around Flambae, pulling him in close and sighs. "Fuck, this is not how I thought this would go."
All he gets is a distressed sniff in response.
"Baby, look at me." Robert cups Flambae's cheeks, wiping the tears away with his thumb. "I'm pregnant."
Robert can clearly see the way Flambae's mind short-circuits, the way his whole body pauses, his face going blank then his eyes widening. "You are?"
Robert cracks a grin. "Yeah."
"Oh—Oh my god!?" Flambae gathers Robert into his arms as the shorter man laughs. "I'm going to be a dad!" He peppers kisses across Robert's face as he giggles, his grin so wide as new tears gathers in his eyes. "I love you. Fuck, thank you so much, my love."
"You're going to be a great dad." Robert murmurs, pressing his lips to Flambae's. "I love you, too."
Chronic pain Robert But also pregnancy at the same time so perhaps with the twin idea again poor little thing ends up not being able to walk much to Robert's dismay
Robert is practically bedridden which he hates. He's bored out of his fucking mind, constantly in pain, and incredibly cranky. His feet are swollen, his back hurts, his neck hurts. He managed to convince Mandy to let him dispatch from home so at least he has something to do.
Flambae continues going to work, of course, but is constantly concerned about Robert's well-being. Hearing Robert's voice through the comms helps.
Once Flambae gets home, he makes an immediate beeline to the bedroom to greet his very grumpy husband. Robert takes this opportunity to whine about his discomfort and curse Flambae out for putting two babies in him. All Flambae can do is give an apologetic smile and kiss him better, as well as a lot of gentle hot massages and good food.
Flambae recently learned that his powers come from the ability to shift into a dragon. Controlling that shifting isn't always easy.
Robert isn't going to let Flambae being stuck in his dragon form keep him from getting laid though.
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This post by @jackalopc brought up the point that, whilst there is dragon Flambae aus, there's not really any flambert smut fics with the concept. I decided to try ma hand at writing one
This isn't how date night was supped to go, that much is clear. He and Flambae, Chad, had finally started to figure out their weird tension. Thanks to their messy past, they've both been cautiously approaching the relationship. It's been going well, very much so.
But of course, the one night Robert was hoping to take things a step further and get laid, that's when things have to go sideways. Robert's starting to suspect that the universe hates him.
The plan was to go out to eat, then, hopefully get invited back to Chad's place. Robert would have invited Flambae to his, but whilst the couch is fine to sleep on, it's less suitable for sex. They didn't even make it past step one though, some man starting to yell at Chad. It quickly became obvious that he recognized Flambae, and had something against him. To Chad's credit, he did really try and ignore the disturbance. But the villain got violent, and that's when all hell broke loose.
The villain decided that Robert would be an easier target, aiming for him instead of Flambae. To Robert's surprise, this pissed Chad off a lot more than expected. A couple weeks ago though, even that would have been less chaotic. But with Flambae learning of the true origin of his powers not too long ago and that origin being that he has the ability to shift into a dragon, made things a bit more complicated.
Flambae's been working on figuring out his newfound ability, on controlling it. That's evidently not a skill he's fully mastered yet. Otherwise he wouldn't have shifted so suddenly and grabbed Robert, flying away with him.
That's what Robert's been doing for the past few minutes. Hanging in Chad's grip as he flies above Torrance. As air rushes past Robert, the large claws cradling his body keep him feeling safe, despite how high up they are. He shouts to Flambae again, trying to assure him that everything's fine, but the wind swallows his words.
“Flambae?” Robert tries again, to little avail. Still, if he's not mistaken, they're slowly getting closer to the ground. After a couple more minutes, they touch down on a cliff a while away from the city. Chad carefully sets Robert down, immediately circling him, bright, burning eyes inspecting him. Robert feels very small standing next to Flambae in full dragon form. There's something very attractive about that feeling.
“Are you hurt?” Chad's voice is a little deeper in this form, more guttural. It still holds the same accent Robert's gotten familiar with though.
“I'm fine,” Robert answers. Flambae swooped him up before he even came close to being injured. Maybe Robert should be offended that Flambae didn't trust him to stand his own. Under other circumstances, he might at least be a little offended.
But at the moment, he just can't get it out of his head how quickly Chad leapt to defend him. Like he's something worth protecting. It's also hard to move past just how easily Flambae had picked him up, like Robert weighed nothing at all. Those thoughts were doing something for him, heat pooling in his gut.
“This dragon bullshit is so fucking difficult to control, it's like I'm getting my powers all over again.” Smoke curls from Chad's nostrils as he complains, sparks flickering along his skin. Despite being so much larger than Chad usually is, as well as being on four legs instead of two, Flambae's mannerism's are still extremely recognizable.
“I appreciate that you didn't incinerate that guy,” Robert says with a laugh.
“Fuck, I ruined our date, didn't I?” Chad's scaled face is pulled into an annoyed snarl.
Robert glances to the city in the distance. The cliff has a perfect view onto it, which being far enough away to keep any of it's noise from disturbing them. It's a clear night too, stars bright I the sky. The moonlight reflects off or Chad's dark scales, making his skin almost match the sky above them. “I don't think you did,” Robert says, turning back to look at Flambae.
They stand there a moment, Flambae lowering his head so it's close to Roberts. His hot breath brushes Robert's face, making his skin flush more from desire than the warmth. Fuck, if this ever comes to light, the Z-Team's never going to let go of the fact that Robert's into Flambae's dragon form.
Watching the lights of the city, Robert inches closer to Chad until his skin almost touches his scales. He feels even smaller here, and he likes it.
Just because a villain stopped them from getting dinner together, doesn't mean Robert's got to skip the rest of the date.
“You know, I was hoping you'd fuck me tonight,” Robert announces, clearly catching Flambae off guard. He startles, coughing another wisp of smoke as he backs off a step.
“That's not happening any more.” Flambae's intense gaze is trained on Robert, almost making him backtrack. But he's in this deep already, might as well go the rest of the way.
“Why not?”
“Did you not hear the bit about me not controlling the shifting? I'm going to be stuck like this for a few hours at least.”
“Who says we can't fuck like this?” Robert gestures between the two of them, keeping eye contact as he steps towards Chad.
Flambae huffs in amusement, sharp teeth glinting in the moonlight as he speaks. “You're joking. You want my human form, not this.”
“I know what I want, and it's every part of you,” Robert shoots back.
“I'm huge, you couldn't take it.” Normally, that might be something Flambae would say to brag or to try and annoy Robert. Now, there's a note of concern in his voice.
“Let me be the judge of that.” Closing the gap between them, Robert places a hand under Flambae's chin, scales smooth and warm under his fingers. “You've already took the new body for a spin then if you know what size you are,” Robert teases.
Flambae might not be able to blush, but his scales grown hotter. “You would have done the same.” Flames flicker along the ridge of Chad's spine.
“I want you like this Chad.” Before either of them can distract from what Robert's trying to do, he presses a kiss on Flambae's nose. That's all it takes to get Chad going. It's not exactly possible to kiss a dragon like you would a human, but Chad certainly makes up for it in enthusiasm. Robert never noticed how long his tongue is in this form. Not until it brushes his lips, requesting entry. More than happy to oblige, Robert opens his lips mouth wider.
Flambae's tongue is hot and a little rough, roaming about Robert's mouth like it's searching for something. Robert hadn't even considered that he might be into something like this, but he can't help but moan into the unconventional kiss. If Robert weren't caught up in the moment, he might feel ashamed for that noise.
Rather abruptly, Chad pulls away, leaving Robert pathetically trying to move with him. “We're going to fuck here if we don't stop now,” Flambae warns.
Robert's already far past throwing caution to the wind though. “Why not? You don't fit in either of our apartments.”
Flambae groans, the sound sending a shiver across Robert's skin in anticipation. “Fuck, You're right.” Huffing again, Chad leans back into Robert's personal space. “If I get in trouble for public indecency, you're going down with me.”
Robert laughs. “Just get on with it.”
That's not something Flambae needs to be told twice. A clawed hand is brought up against Robert's back, holding him close. Even if he tried, he couldn't brute force his way out of Chad's grip. He shouldn't find that so hot, but he does. Flambae's tongue is back on him again, trailing along his jaw and neck now.
“There clothes need to go,” Flambae hisses into Robert's ear, tongue flicking out. Robert couldn't agree more.
Flambae starts undoing Robert's shirt, the first button coming undone easily, However, in the process, it is also entirely removed from the shirt. Wanting to keep his clothes mostly intact, Robert takes over.
Showing a surprising amount of patience, Chad waits until the shirt is shrugged off to continue. Robert doesn't get his pants off though, too distracted by the mouth on his chest. Still, Flambae seems somewhat hesitant.
“You can be rougher,” Robert admits. God, he needs Flambae to be rougher.
Like he's testing the water, Chad nips at Robert's shoulder, just barely grazing the skin with his teeth. Pleasure jolts through Robert's body. He's so fucked. Chad wastes no time trailing down Robert's torso, leaving little bite marks as he goes. Once he get the the edge of Robert's pants, he lets out a frustrated noise. “These need to go too.”
As Robert fumbles with his belt simultaneously to trying to brush his shoes off, Flambae picks him up. It's clearly just as easy as earlier, leaving Robert's mouth a little dry. Robert hadn't noticed how hard he's gotten until the pants come off. Perhaps that should embarrass him too. He's acting like a teen that's making out for the first time. Before that thought can fully be considered, Chad's tongue is wrapped around his dick. Robert gasps, any coherent thought immediately leaving his head.
“Shit, Chad,” Robert forces out as the tongue squeezes his dick, “fuck me, please.”
That does it for Chad, a deep rumble emanating from his chest. Robert can feel the vibration of it, making him jerk. Flambae pulls back, still cradling Robert in both hands. “Not until you're loosened up.” Chad flashes him a toothy grin.
“I preped myself already,” Robert admits. His skin flushes when he remembers how he fingered himself in the shower before their date. Whilst he was imagining how Chad would be in bed, perhaps part of Robert also hoped he'd get to take him in this form.
Flambae's tongue darts out of his mouth before running across his teeth. “Probably not well enough,” he huffs tilting Robert backwards. Almost instinctively, Robert spreads his legs. A hot puff of air on his hole is the only warning Robert gets before Chad is sinking his tongue into him.
“Fuck,” Robert groans, throwing his head back and grabbing at any past of Flambae's hands he can reach. The tongue feels even hotter when inside him, and it's definitively thicker than Robert's fingers. Seemingly a lot more precise too. Robert can do nothing but lay there and take it as Chad's tongue brushes over his prostate over and over again.
When's the last time someone tongue fucked him? Has he ever experience that before? Definitively not like this, even with his mind clouded by pleasure Robert knows that much.
Flambae's pace never slows, near punishing with how consistently the bundle of nerves that makes Robert twitch in pleasure is hit. If this continues, Robert's going to cum long before Chad fucks him.
“Flambae,” Robert gets out, only a little embarrassed by the moan accompanying it, “Stop.”
Chad immediately pulls away, leaving Robert empty and desperately wanting to be filled again. “Too much?” There's that concern in Flambae's voice again, only fuelling Robert's lust for the man.
Robert shakes his head, not caring if he seems desperate. He is. “No, too good. Won't last.”
Another pleased rumble comes from Chad. “Think you're ready?”
“Just get on with it and put that cock in me,” Robert hisses, sitting up in Flambae's hands. That gets another laugh from Chad.
Robert expects Flambae to put him down now. The ground is stone here, but not too dirty. Roberts knees and back won't thank him, but he's fucked in worse places. But instead, Flambae drops himself onto his back, cradling Robert to his chest. Robert gives him a questioning look.
“The floor is cold. I don't let the men I fuck be uncomfortable.” He sounds like the mere suggestions that he'd let Robert lay on the floor offends him. Somehow, that does it for Robert too, pre-come dripping from his tip as he sits up on Chad's chest.
In this form, Flambae's genitals aren't usually visible. By now, Robert's sure Flambae's aroused enough for it to be unsheathed. Too curious to wait, Robert turns to get a look at Flambae's dick.
“Oh shit.” The words fall from his lips before he can think to keep them back. Flambae wasn't kidding, he's massive. Longer than the span from the tip of Robert's fingers to his elbow, and a hell of a lot thicker than his arm too.
“Having second thoughts?” Flambae asks. “We can do something else, if you like.”
“I'm up for a challenge.” Robert smirks back at Flambae, very pleased by the plume of smoke escaping his mouth in response. “Can I?” he asks, gesturing to Flambae's crotch.
Chad seems a little speechless, just nodding in response.
Eager to get a closer look, Robert moves forwards, Wrapping his hands around the base of the cock. Robert's fingers can just about touch when both hands are around the base, filling him with a mix of dread and unbridled lust. Flambae squirms as Robert starts to stroke his hands upwards.
The surface of Chad's dick is closer to skin than scales, though some scales form ridges along the underside of it. Robert already knows those will be both torturous and heavenly on the way in. The tip is flared, making sure Robert won't be let off easy even if he wants to just get that into his hole.
Leaning forwards, Robert licks a stripe along the top of Flambae's dick. He can't fit that in his mouth, not if he wants to be able to speak the next day. Maybe they can try on a weekend, when Robert's not going to have to dispatch the day after. Chad lets out a low whine in response, breathing heavily.
Honestly, Robert's not sure how he'll fit it in his ass either, but he's nothing if not determined. If he's never able to walk right again, that's just a sacrifice he'll have to make. He takes a moment to get a feel of Flambae's balls too. They're clearly matching the rest of his anatomy, and heavy too. If they're anything to go by, Robert's insides are going to be absolutely flooded by cum.
Somehow, that thought just makes the whole situation hotter.
Robert's getting impatient, so he gets on his knees, lifting his ass up to present it to his partner. He's not packing much, having a rather flat ass, especially after the coma. But Flambae's clearly into it, especially when Robert reaches back so display his glistening hole, running his fingers along the rim.
“You going to fuck me?”
Robert feels a hot breath of air on his back, then he's being picked up again. One hand is around Robert's chest, holding him firm but gently, the other lifts Robert's right leg up. Robert's breath hitches when he feels the tip of Flambae's cock against his entrance.
Flambae hesitates, fiery eyes glancing up at Robert. If he doesn't stick it in soon, Robert feels like he's going to explode. “Put it in,” Robert hisses, “I need you inside me.”
Chad, thankfully, starts pulling Robert onto his dick. Robert gasps. It had looked big, but felt even bigger. Flambae's tongue had been hot already, his dick however felt close to scalding. A whimper escapes Robert as his hole is slowly stretched over Chad's tip, already so much thicker than his tongue.
It feels like an eternity has passed by the time the head is firmly in Robert's ass. He's panting for air already, trembling in Flambae's grip. The delicious burn of the cock stretching his asshole sends sparks of pleasure directly to his own dick, leaving it twitching.
Flambae's monster of a cock is barely a fifth of the way inside him, and Robert's already losing his mind. This is going to kill him, and Robert's going to enjoy every second.
“Still good?” Flambae asks, voice shaky with pleasure. Robert can only nod.
He can barely breath as he's lowered further onto the dick, both too much and not enough at the same time. The ridged scales each catch on Robert's rim before sliding in. It's slow, torturous agony. He needs Chad to move faster, needs more friction, but Flambae keeps his slow pace. It's driving Robert crazy.
“Please,” Robert begs, not sure what he's asking for.
The lower Robert goes, the more unbearable the stretch becomes. It hurts, but it hurts so good. Tears start to gather in Robert's eyes, vision blurring as he takes more and more of Flambae. Then, finally, his ass connects with the base of the huge cock.
Flambae just holds him there, balls resting against his ass. Robert can do nothing but gasp for air, trying to adjust to the size. He doesn't think he ever will. He can feel it inside himself, pressing against his prostate even when not moving. Robert swears he can feel it through his stomach, it's that big. That thought just makes him more desperate for friction.
“Chad, please, move,” Robert gasps, tremors running through his body transferring to his voice.
Flambae does as told, and Robert is slowly lifted upwards just a little, then immediately sunk back down again. He repeats that a couple times, but it's not enough.
“More,” Robert almost snarls.
“Feisty,” Flambae returns, clearly just as out of breath as Robert.
The next time Flambae lifts Robert, he does so almost all the way off, before immediately sinking him the entire way onto his cock again. It's like getting punched in the gut in the best way possible.
“Chad,” Robert screams, mind too clouded by lust to care if they're far enough away from the city to be this loud.
Flambae keeps that pace, hand firm and steady as he moves Robert. The ridges rub Roberts rim raw, adding to the delightful meld of pain and pleasure. Robert could loose himself in that rhythmic sensation, let his mind be consumed by the pleasure. He lets it take him for now, pushing any other though out of his mind.
He's never been this full before, the huge cock constantly battering his prostate. Robert grips onto the fingers wrapped around him, knuckles going white. Once Flambae starts thrusting his hips up to meet Robert, that last bit of composure he'd been holding onto melts away. Every thrust sends Robert closer to the edge, breath coming in short, punched out gasps.
Then, with what can only be described as a high pitched whine, Robert comes. It hits him hard, leaving him light-headed and sensitive. He must have blacked out for a second.
When everything clears up a little, Chad's still pounding into him. Overstimulation fast approaching, Robert whimpers, panting through the intense sensation.
“Fuck, you're hot,” Flambae groans. His rhythm is starting to falter, growing uneven. With a final thrust, Chad pulls Robert fully onto his cock, coming with a snarl. Robert clenches around his cock as cum spills into him, filling him with intense heat. It's such an overwhelming sensation. Robert could get addicted to it.
It feels like hours pass, filled with nothing but their combined laboured breathing as Robert struggles to boot his brain back into a semi-functional state. Everything feels hazy, Robert's skin still tingling with pleasure. Robert would feel content to stay like this forever, but the now flaccid dick in his ass, as well as the steadily cooling cum leaking out of it is getting a little uncomfortable. He squirms.
Chad seems to get the message, gently moving Robert off his dick. The ridges are a lot less pleasurable when Robert's oversensitive. Not enough to make him even consider regretting what they did. Not even the deep ache in Robert's ass, persisting even after Flambae's cock slipped out of him, could make him do that.
Robert still pulls a face when cum starts leaking out of him in earnest.
Flambae places Robert on his chest again, still heaving from how hard he was breathing a moment ago. Exhaustion washes over Robert. He gives in, letting his head sink onto the warm scales beneath him.
“That was...” Robert trails off, finding it hard to find the words.
“Amazing?” Flambae continues for him. “Shit, you took me so well. That's like, super impressive for a normie.”
Despite the insult shoehorned in there, Robert can't help the flush spreading across his skin. Flambae's words makes a tight knot of feeling squirm in his gut. Not wanting to deal with them, Robert deflects. “Don't think I'm ever going to be able to sit down again though,” Robert laughs. Flambae joins him, trailing a huge knuckle across Robert's back. Even if it is relatively cool out and Robert is completely naked, being this close to Chad means he's still comfortably warm.
“We need to clean up,” Flambae says. Robert groans. He's not ready to move again.
“Can't we just stay like this?” Even just for a little while, Robert wants to get held. Casual hook ups don't usually lead to cuddling, and it's been so long since Robert's been in an actual relationship.
“You're going to bitch if have cum drying on you.”
Robert doesn't 'bitch', but he certainly won't like it if that happens. “Fine.” Sighing deeply, Robert tries to sit up, halted when his legs almost give out. They're still shaking, barely able to hold any weight. Fuck. He was mostly joking about never being able to sit again, but with how sore he is now already, Robert's going to struggle to sit through the next work day.
“Let me,” Flambae interruptus, picking Robert up again and turning him. Robert lets him do so, only starting to protest when he feels Chad's breath on his ass again.
“Hey, hey, I'm absolutely not up for round two, okay? You're going to have to give me a moment at least.” A couple hours is more likely accurate with the workout Flambae put him through.
“Just getting rid of the mess, I'll be gentle.” Robert can hear the smirk in Flambae's voice, as infuriating as it is attractive.
Flambae's true to his words was he trails his tongue along Robert's legs, less sensual now. It feels a little like being wiped down with a warm cloth. If Robert thought about it more, he might get a little put off by being licked clean, but he's too fucked out at the moment to care. Even with how careful Chad is being, Robert still hisses when the tongue is pressed inside him. Thankfully, Flambae doesn't go as deep as he did earlier. Whilst there's some mild discomfort, nothing bothers Robert enough to really disturb him, so he starts to doze off.
By the time he's shaken out of his stupor, Flambae's done and has placed Robert on his chest again. Flambae curls up tighter, cradling Robert against his chest. Robert can hear the beat of Chad's heart behind his ribcage, as well as the thrum of fire just waiting to be spewed forth if Flambae felt like doing so. Flambae could crush him with ease, Robert's very aware of that. He still feels safer than he has in a very long while.
There's a bone deep ache in Robert's body, but the good kind. Life after working out. Robert sighs, feeling extremely content. Discussing where they want to take this relationship and finding an excuse for the limp he'll no doubt have tomorrow are a problem for the future. For now, Robert's happy to just doze in Flambae's arms until he's ready to shift back into his human form.
Flambae recently learned that his powers come from the ability to shift into a dragon. Controlling that shifting isn't always easy.
Robert isn't going to let Flambae being stuck in his dragon form keep him from getting laid though.
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This post by @jackalopc brought up the point that, whilst there is dragon Flambae aus, there's not really any flambert smut fics with the concept. I decided to try ma hand at writing one
This isn't how date night was supped to go, that much is clear. He and Flambae, Chad, had finally started to figure out their weird tension. Thanks to their messy past, they've both been cautiously approaching the relationship. It's been going well, very much so.
But of course, the one night Robert was hoping to take things a step further and get laid, that's when things have to go sideways. Robert's starting to suspect that the universe hates him.
The plan was to go out to eat, then, hopefully get invited back to Chad's place. Robert would have invited Flambae to his, but whilst the couch is fine to sleep on, it's less suitable for sex. They didn't even make it past step one though, some man starting to yell at Chad. It quickly became obvious that he recognized Flambae, and had something against him. To Chad's credit, he did really try and ignore the disturbance. But the villain got violent, and that's when all hell broke loose.
The villain decided that Robert would be an easier target, aiming for him instead of Flambae. To Robert's surprise, this pissed Chad off a lot more than expected. A couple weeks ago though, even that would have been less chaotic. But with Flambae learning of the true origin of his powers not too long ago and that origin being that he has the ability to shift into a dragon, made things a bit more complicated.
Flambae's been working on figuring out his newfound ability, on controlling it. That's evidently not a skill he's fully mastered yet. Otherwise he wouldn't have shifted so suddenly and grabbed Robert, flying away with him.
That's what Robert's been doing for the past few minutes. Hanging in Chad's grip as he flies above Torrance. As air rushes past Robert, the large claws cradling his body keep him feeling safe, despite how high up they are. He shouts to Flambae again, trying to assure him that everything's fine, but the wind swallows his words.
“Flambae?” Robert tries again, to little avail. Still, if he's not mistaken, they're slowly getting closer to the ground. After a couple more minutes, they touch down on a cliff a while away from the city. Chad carefully sets Robert down, immediately circling him, bright, burning eyes inspecting him. Robert feels very small standing next to Flambae in full dragon form. There's something very attractive about that feeling.
“Are you hurt?” Chad's voice is a little deeper in this form, more guttural. It still holds the same accent Robert's gotten familiar with though.
“I'm fine,” Robert answers. Flambae swooped him up before he even came close to being injured. Maybe Robert should be offended that Flambae didn't trust him to stand his own. Under other circumstances, he might at least be a little offended.
But at the moment, he just can't get it out of his head how quickly Chad leapt to defend him. Like he's something worth protecting. It's also hard to move past just how easily Flambae had picked him up, like Robert weighed nothing at all. Those thoughts were doing something for him, heat pooling in his gut.
“This dragon bullshit is so fucking difficult to control, it's like I'm getting my powers all over again.” Smoke curls from Chad's nostrils as he complains, sparks flickering along his skin. Despite being so much larger than Chad usually is, as well as being on four legs instead of two, Flambae's mannerism's are still extremely recognizable.
“I appreciate that you didn't incinerate that guy,” Robert says with a laugh.
“Fuck, I ruined our date, didn't I?” Chad's scaled face is pulled into an annoyed snarl.
Robert glances to the city in the distance. The cliff has a perfect view onto it, which being far enough away to keep any of it's noise from disturbing them. It's a clear night too, stars bright I the sky. The moonlight reflects off or Chad's dark scales, making his skin almost match the sky above them. “I don't think you did,” Robert says, turning back to look at Flambae.
They stand there a moment, Flambae lowering his head so it's close to Roberts. His hot breath brushes Robert's face, making his skin flush more from desire than the warmth. Fuck, if this ever comes to light, the Z-Team's never going to let go of the fact that Robert's into Flambae's dragon form.
Watching the lights of the city, Robert inches closer to Chad until his skin almost touches his scales. He feels even smaller here, and he likes it.
Just because a villain stopped them from getting dinner together, doesn't mean Robert's got to skip the rest of the date.
“You know, I was hoping you'd fuck me tonight,” Robert announces, clearly catching Flambae off guard. He startles, coughing another wisp of smoke as he backs off a step.
“That's not happening any more.” Flambae's intense gaze is trained on Robert, almost making him backtrack. But he's in this deep already, might as well go the rest of the way.
“Why not?”
“Did you not hear the bit about me not controlling the shifting? I'm going to be stuck like this for a few hours at least.”
“Who says we can't fuck like this?” Robert gestures between the two of them, keeping eye contact as he steps towards Chad.
Flambae huffs in amusement, sharp teeth glinting in the moonlight as he speaks. “You're joking. You want my human form, not this.”
“I know what I want, and it's every part of you,” Robert shoots back.
“I'm huge, you couldn't take it.” Normally, that might be something Flambae would say to brag or to try and annoy Robert. Now, there's a note of concern in his voice.
“Let me be the judge of that.” Closing the gap between them, Robert places a hand under Flambae's chin, scales smooth and warm under his fingers. “You've already took the new body for a spin then if you know what size you are,” Robert teases.
Flambae might not be able to blush, but his scales grown hotter. “You would have done the same.” Flames flicker along the ridge of Chad's spine.
“I want you like this Chad.” Before either of them can distract from what Robert's trying to do, he presses a kiss on Flambae's nose. That's all it takes to get Chad going. It's not exactly possible to kiss a dragon like you would a human, but Chad certainly makes up for it in enthusiasm. Robert never noticed how long his tongue is in this form. Not until it brushes his lips, requesting entry. More than happy to oblige, Robert opens his lips mouth wider.
Flambae's tongue is hot and a little rough, roaming about Robert's mouth like it's searching for something. Robert hadn't even considered that he might be into something like this, but he can't help but moan into the unconventional kiss. If Robert weren't caught up in the moment, he might feel ashamed for that noise.
Rather abruptly, Chad pulls away, leaving Robert pathetically trying to move with him. “We're going to fuck here if we don't stop now,” Flambae warns.
Robert's already far past throwing caution to the wind though. “Why not? You don't fit in either of our apartments.”
Flambae groans, the sound sending a shiver across Robert's skin in anticipation. “Fuck, You're right.” Huffing again, Chad leans back into Robert's personal space. “If I get in trouble for public indecency, you're going down with me.”
Robert laughs. “Just get on with it.”
That's not something Flambae needs to be told twice. A clawed hand is brought up against Robert's back, holding him close. Even if he tried, he couldn't brute force his way out of Chad's grip. He shouldn't find that so hot, but he does. Flambae's tongue is back on him again, trailing along his jaw and neck now.
“There clothes need to go,” Flambae hisses into Robert's ear, tongue flicking out. Robert couldn't agree more.
Flambae starts undoing Robert's shirt, the first button coming undone easily, However, in the process, it is also entirely removed from the shirt. Wanting to keep his clothes mostly intact, Robert takes over.
Showing a surprising amount of patience, Chad waits until the shirt is shrugged off to continue. Robert doesn't get his pants off though, too distracted by the mouth on his chest. Still, Flambae seems somewhat hesitant.
“You can be rougher,” Robert admits. God, he needs Flambae to be rougher.
Like he's testing the water, Chad nips at Robert's shoulder, just barely grazing the skin with his teeth. Pleasure jolts through Robert's body. He's so fucked. Chad wastes no time trailing down Robert's torso, leaving little bite marks as he goes. Once he get the the edge of Robert's pants, he lets out a frustrated noise. “These need to go too.”
As Robert fumbles with his belt simultaneously to trying to brush his shoes off, Flambae picks him up. It's clearly just as easy as earlier, leaving Robert's mouth a little dry. Robert hadn't noticed how hard he's gotten until the pants come off. Perhaps that should embarrass him too. He's acting like a teen that's making out for the first time. Before that thought can fully be considered, Chad's tongue is wrapped around his dick. Robert gasps, any coherent thought immediately leaving his head.
“Shit, Chad,” Robert forces out as the tongue squeezes his dick, “fuck me, please.”
That does it for Chad, a deep rumble emanating from his chest. Robert can feel the vibration of it, making him jerk. Flambae pulls back, still cradling Robert in both hands. “Not until you're loosened up.” Chad flashes him a toothy grin.
“I preped myself already,” Robert admits. His skin flushes when he remembers how he fingered himself in the shower before their date. Whilst he was imagining how Chad would be in bed, perhaps part of Robert also hoped he'd get to take him in this form.
Flambae's tongue darts out of his mouth before running across his teeth. “Probably not well enough,” he huffs tilting Robert backwards. Almost instinctively, Robert spreads his legs. A hot puff of air on his hole is the only warning Robert gets before Chad is sinking his tongue into him.
“Fuck,” Robert groans, throwing his head back and grabbing at any past of Flambae's hands he can reach. The tongue feels even hotter when inside him, and it's definitively thicker than Robert's fingers. Seemingly a lot more precise too. Robert can do nothing but lay there and take it as Chad's tongue brushes over his prostate over and over again.
When's the last time someone tongue fucked him? Has he ever experience that before? Definitively not like this, even with his mind clouded by pleasure Robert knows that much.
Flambae's pace never slows, near punishing with how consistently the bundle of nerves that makes Robert twitch in pleasure is hit. If this continues, Robert's going to cum long before Chad fucks him.
“Flambae,” Robert gets out, only a little embarrassed by the moan accompanying it, “Stop.”
Chad immediately pulls away, leaving Robert empty and desperately wanting to be filled again. “Too much?” There's that concern in Flambae's voice again, only fuelling Robert's lust for the man.
Robert shakes his head, not caring if he seems desperate. He is. “No, too good. Won't last.”
Another pleased rumble comes from Chad. “Think you're ready?”
“Just get on with it and put that cock in me,” Robert hisses, sitting up in Flambae's hands. That gets another laugh from Chad.
Robert expects Flambae to put him down now. The ground is stone here, but not too dirty. Roberts knees and back won't thank him, but he's fucked in worse places. But instead, Flambae drops himself onto his back, cradling Robert to his chest. Robert gives him a questioning look.
“The floor is cold. I don't let the men I fuck be uncomfortable.” He sounds like the mere suggestions that he'd let Robert lay on the floor offends him. Somehow, that does it for Robert too, pre-come dripping from his tip as he sits up on Chad's chest.
In this form, Flambae's genitals aren't usually visible. By now, Robert's sure Flambae's aroused enough for it to be unsheathed. Too curious to wait, Robert turns to get a look at Flambae's dick.
“Oh shit.” The words fall from his lips before he can think to keep them back. Flambae wasn't kidding, he's massive. Longer than the span from the tip of Robert's fingers to his elbow, and a hell of a lot thicker than his arm too.
“Having second thoughts?” Flambae asks. “We can do something else, if you like.”
“I'm up for a challenge.” Robert smirks back at Flambae, very pleased by the plume of smoke escaping his mouth in response. “Can I?” he asks, gesturing to Flambae's crotch.
Chad seems a little speechless, just nodding in response.
Eager to get a closer look, Robert moves forwards, Wrapping his hands around the base of the cock. Robert's fingers can just about touch when both hands are around the base, filling him with a mix of dread and unbridled lust. Flambae squirms as Robert starts to stroke his hands upwards.
The surface of Chad's dick is closer to skin than scales, though some scales form ridges along the underside of it. Robert already knows those will be both torturous and heavenly on the way in. The tip is flared, making sure Robert won't be let off easy even if he wants to just get that into his hole.
Leaning forwards, Robert licks a stripe along the top of Flambae's dick. He can't fit that in his mouth, not if he wants to be able to speak the next day. Maybe they can try on a weekend, when Robert's not going to have to dispatch the day after. Chad lets out a low whine in response, breathing heavily.
Honestly, Robert's not sure how he'll fit it in his ass either, but he's nothing if not determined. If he's never able to walk right again, that's just a sacrifice he'll have to make. He takes a moment to get a feel of Flambae's balls too. They're clearly matching the rest of his anatomy, and heavy too. If they're anything to go by, Robert's insides are going to be absolutely flooded by cum.
Somehow, that thought just makes the whole situation hotter.
Robert's getting impatient, so he gets on his knees, lifting his ass up to present it to his partner. He's not packing much, having a rather flat ass, especially after the coma. But Flambae's clearly into it, especially when Robert reaches back so display his glistening hole, running his fingers along the rim.
“You going to fuck me?”
Robert feels a hot breath of air on his back, then he's being picked up again. One hand is around Robert's chest, holding him firm but gently, the other lifts Robert's right leg up. Robert's breath hitches when he feels the tip of Flambae's cock against his entrance.
Flambae hesitates, fiery eyes glancing up at Robert. If he doesn't stick it in soon, Robert feels like he's going to explode. “Put it in,” Robert hisses, “I need you inside me.”
Chad, thankfully, starts pulling Robert onto his dick. Robert gasps. It had looked big, but felt even bigger. Flambae's tongue had been hot already, his dick however felt close to scalding. A whimper escapes Robert as his hole is slowly stretched over Chad's tip, already so much thicker than his tongue.
It feels like an eternity has passed by the time the head is firmly in Robert's ass. He's panting for air already, trembling in Flambae's grip. The delicious burn of the cock stretching his asshole sends sparks of pleasure directly to his own dick, leaving it twitching.
Flambae's monster of a cock is barely a fifth of the way inside him, and Robert's already losing his mind. This is going to kill him, and Robert's going to enjoy every second.
“Still good?” Flambae asks, voice shaky with pleasure. Robert can only nod.
He can barely breath as he's lowered further onto the dick, both too much and not enough at the same time. The ridged scales each catch on Robert's rim before sliding in. It's slow, torturous agony. He needs Chad to move faster, needs more friction, but Flambae keeps his slow pace. It's driving Robert crazy.
“Please,” Robert begs, not sure what he's asking for.
The lower Robert goes, the more unbearable the stretch becomes. It hurts, but it hurts so good. Tears start to gather in Robert's eyes, vision blurring as he takes more and more of Flambae. Then, finally, his ass connects with the base of the huge cock.
Flambae just holds him there, balls resting against his ass. Robert can do nothing but gasp for air, trying to adjust to the size. He doesn't think he ever will. He can feel it inside himself, pressing against his prostate even when not moving. Robert swears he can feel it through his stomach, it's that big. That thought just makes him more desperate for friction.
“Chad, please, move,” Robert gasps, tremors running through his body transferring to his voice.
Flambae does as told, and Robert is slowly lifted upwards just a little, then immediately sunk back down again. He repeats that a couple times, but it's not enough.
“More,” Robert almost snarls.
“Feisty,” Flambae returns, clearly just as out of breath as Robert.
The next time Flambae lifts Robert, he does so almost all the way off, before immediately sinking him the entire way onto his cock again. It's like getting punched in the gut in the best way possible.
“Chad,” Robert screams, mind too clouded by lust to care if they're far enough away from the city to be this loud.
Flambae keeps that pace, hand firm and steady as he moves Robert. The ridges rub Roberts rim raw, adding to the delightful meld of pain and pleasure. Robert could loose himself in that rhythmic sensation, let his mind be consumed by the pleasure. He lets it take him for now, pushing any other though out of his mind.
He's never been this full before, the huge cock constantly battering his prostate. Robert grips onto the fingers wrapped around him, knuckles going white. Once Flambae starts thrusting his hips up to meet Robert, that last bit of composure he'd been holding onto melts away. Every thrust sends Robert closer to the edge, breath coming in short, punched out gasps.
Then, with what can only be described as a high pitched whine, Robert comes. It hits him hard, leaving him light-headed and sensitive. He must have blacked out for a second.
When everything clears up a little, Chad's still pounding into him. Overstimulation fast approaching, Robert whimpers, panting through the intense sensation.
“Fuck, you're hot,” Flambae groans. His rhythm is starting to falter, growing uneven. With a final thrust, Chad pulls Robert fully onto his cock, coming with a snarl. Robert clenches around his cock as cum spills into him, filling him with intense heat. It's such an overwhelming sensation. Robert could get addicted to it.
It feels like hours pass, filled with nothing but their combined laboured breathing as Robert struggles to boot his brain back into a semi-functional state. Everything feels hazy, Robert's skin still tingling with pleasure. Robert would feel content to stay like this forever, but the now flaccid dick in his ass, as well as the steadily cooling cum leaking out of it is getting a little uncomfortable. He squirms.
Chad seems to get the message, gently moving Robert off his dick. The ridges are a lot less pleasurable when Robert's oversensitive. Not enough to make him even consider regretting what they did. Not even the deep ache in Robert's ass, persisting even after Flambae's cock slipped out of him, could make him do that.
Robert still pulls a face when cum starts leaking out of him in earnest.
Flambae places Robert on his chest again, still heaving from how hard he was breathing a moment ago. Exhaustion washes over Robert. He gives in, letting his head sink onto the warm scales beneath him.
“That was...” Robert trails off, finding it hard to find the words.
“Amazing?” Flambae continues for him. “Shit, you took me so well. That's like, super impressive for a normie.”
Despite the insult shoehorned in there, Robert can't help the flush spreading across his skin. Flambae's words makes a tight knot of feeling squirm in his gut. Not wanting to deal with them, Robert deflects. “Don't think I'm ever going to be able to sit down again though,” Robert laughs. Flambae joins him, trailing a huge knuckle across Robert's back. Even if it is relatively cool out and Robert is completely naked, being this close to Chad means he's still comfortably warm.
“We need to clean up,” Flambae says. Robert groans. He's not ready to move again.
“Can't we just stay like this?” Even just for a little while, Robert wants to get held. Casual hook ups don't usually lead to cuddling, and it's been so long since Robert's been in an actual relationship.
“You're going to bitch if have cum drying on you.”
Robert doesn't 'bitch', but he certainly won't like it if that happens. “Fine.” Sighing deeply, Robert tries to sit up, halted when his legs almost give out. They're still shaking, barely able to hold any weight. Fuck. He was mostly joking about never being able to sit again, but with how sore he is now already, Robert's going to struggle to sit through the next work day.
“Let me,” Flambae interruptus, picking Robert up again and turning him. Robert lets him do so, only starting to protest when he feels Chad's breath on his ass again.
“Hey, hey, I'm absolutely not up for round two, okay? You're going to have to give me a moment at least.” A couple hours is more likely accurate with the workout Flambae put him through.
“Just getting rid of the mess, I'll be gentle.” Robert can hear the smirk in Flambae's voice, as infuriating as it is attractive.
Flambae's true to his words was he trails his tongue along Robert's legs, less sensual now. It feels a little like being wiped down with a warm cloth. If Robert thought about it more, he might get a little put off by being licked clean, but he's too fucked out at the moment to care. Even with how careful Chad is being, Robert still hisses when the tongue is pressed inside him. Thankfully, Flambae doesn't go as deep as he did earlier. Whilst there's some mild discomfort, nothing bothers Robert enough to really disturb him, so he starts to doze off.
By the time he's shaken out of his stupor, Flambae's done and has placed Robert on his chest again. Flambae curls up tighter, cradling Robert against his chest. Robert can hear the beat of Chad's heart behind his ribcage, as well as the thrum of fire just waiting to be spewed forth if Flambae felt like doing so. Flambae could crush him with ease, Robert's very aware of that. He still feels safer than he has in a very long while.
There's a bone deep ache in Robert's body, but the good kind. Life after working out. Robert sighs, feeling extremely content. Discussing where they want to take this relationship and finding an excuse for the limp he'll no doubt have tomorrow are a problem for the future. For now, Robert's happy to just doze in Flambae's arms until he's ready to shift back into his human form.
