cw: pretty much just flambert smut, 18+ mdni
not proofread... i gave up on color coding halfway... and switched tenses imsososrry
tags: ass eating, fingering, light bondage, spit, sweat, banter, chad/flambae has no gag reflex, anal, degrading/praise mix, rough sex, a dash of objectification, dom to sub and sub to dom over time, brat taming(?) robert, some overstimulation, dacryphilia if you squint, demasculation if you squint even harder, brief aftercare
thinking about condescending dom!bottom!flambae with stressed switch!top!robert...
robert who comes home from a shift with so much tension in his body it fucking hurts. just a few months ago, he'd deal with this agonizing stress by drinking himself into a state between bliss and numbness, eventually passing out in that godforsaken lawn chair... or taking the floor and letting beef take the chair.
however, times have changed, and robert finds himself jamming keys into chad's apartment door, wedging it open with his shoulder unnecessarily hard.
chad who sees this, leg propped up on the coffee table -- covered in bandages; injury leave -- and immediately has a condescending, closed-mouth grin curling up on his face.
"no. not talking about it," robert chastises before chad can get so much as a syllable out.
"good. i didn't want to hear you bitch, anyways," chad waves him off, but his eyes never stray from robert -- they're locked on, watching, waiting, tracking.
robert throws his coat off, rolling his sleeves up as he splashes water on his face from the sink. chad continues to shamelessly eye him up, tilting his head over the back of the couch to get a better view of the water droplets trickling down robert's biceps. the way his fingers massaged the skin of his cheeks, his brows crooking slightly, elbows perched on the counter as he sank his hips outward...
"... so?" chad broke the silence sharply. "you gonna do something about it, or are you gonna do this dumb shit, instead?"
robert, not getting the hint, simply gave chad a deadpan look before rubbing his palms down his face, eyes shutting to let the sensation get into his tissue. "i don't see why it's your problem. but, sure, what do you suggest i do?"
but, as he opened his eyes to see the very obvious imprint straining against chad's shorts -- which already rode up to nearly the apex of his thighs... robert figured he had his answer.
which led to them on chad's bed, robert's face buried between chad's thighs. robert's tongue prodded around the man's tight hole, working its way inside -- earning a painstaking growl deep from chad's throat.
"you aren't even doing it right," he snarled, sweaty back already arched off the sheets. "acting like it's a fucking-- mnnf-- i could eat my own ass better."
robert retaliated with a firm slap to chad's ass, who returned him with a tug to his auburn strands. chad shifted his weight, grinding down on robert's tongue.
"there. little shit, always having me doing the work. and here i thought, you'd finally man up and take the lead--"
chad sucked in a gasp, eyes rolling back as robert's tongue ran back and forth, fucking itself in. his hips undulated, the muscles of his calves and thighs bulging as robert pushed in further. he released soft groans, one after the other, his fingers digging into the smaller man's scalp. that heat licked up his abdomen, going straight to his throbbing, ignored cock.
but just as he began to cross that precipice, his voice cracking, robert pulled off, spread the man's cheeks and spat straight on his twitching hole.
"-- mother-- motherfucker!" chad snapped, heels landing on the mattress with a thump. "what's your issue?"
robert held one of chad's meaty, hairy thighs with one hand, unbuckling his belt with the other. "i thought you wanted me to take control."
"not in that way," chad scoffed, folding his arms.
"am i in control or not?" robert questioned, grabbing chad's wrists and threading the leather around them.
"i don't know, are you?" chad mocked, sneering. he raised a brow as robert affixed the strap to the headboard, testing it with a tug of his hands. pretty secure.
"well, it doesn't sound much like you are," robert hummed, working two fingers past chad's lips and teeth. he dug them down past his tongue... but the man didn't gag. he glared up at robert, sure -- spit already dripping from the corners of his pried lips from robert's extra fingers -- but no gag.
"... you're fucking kidding," robert couldn't help but hiss a brief laugh, shaking his head as he gathered up the man's spit. he pulled them out, only to begin teasing the rim of his hole.
"what? it's natural," chad argued, huffing. he closed his lips tightly as robert's fingers slipped past his entrance, wasting no time in repeatedly rubbing against his prostate. chad was downright panting. robert put his wrist into it, testing the waters with a third, before pushing that one in, too.
"f- fuck-!" chad croaked, tipping his head back. his hands jerked, the metal of the belt releasing a loud clang as it collided with the headboard. he breathed heavily, biting the inside of his cheek as he forced out another smug smirk. "that's it? you're a-- aauhh-- a one-trick-dog, aren't you?"
"and yet," robert growled, pistoning his fingers in and out relentlessly, "you're the one panting like a dog."
he leaned down and licked a stripe up chad's cock, watching his muscles jump. it earned a surprised moan out of chad, one that was downright slutty.
"oh, there it is," robert mused, tonguing the man's tip... before pulling off of him entirely. he barely held back a grin at the furious growl that left chad.
"you think i'm gonna cum on that thing?" chad scoffed, looking robert up and down.
"you think that's the point?" robert grabbed chad's hips, pulling him forward and pushing the backs of his thighs down. "i'm getting myself off. you're just gonna lay there and give me an outlet."
robert patted chad's face-cheek firmly, giving him a quirked smile. "you can do that, right?"
"mmmhmmm." chad gave robert a stern stare. one that spoke all the words he refused to.
robert dragged his tip through the slickness surrounding chad's hole, slowly pushing it in... before bottoming out in one swift thrust. he gripped chad's thigh, setting a brutal pace from the start. sloppy, needy, fast --
"amateur," chad grunted. "that's not how you fuck a man. like a fleshlight? dumbass. bet i'm the first real thing you've ever-- nngh-- ever touched."
robert huffed, alternating his pace between rapid thrusts to deep grinds. he pulled out entirely, pushed himself back in, and--
"... did you put it back in yet?"
robert moved the man's calves to look him in the eye, only to get that same cat-like smile. robert heaved over top of him, pressing chad's knees into his chest. chad squirmed beneath him, his shoulders aching from the effort of keeping his arms constantly lifted. his entire body was slick with sweat, the tips of his hair smoking with each thrust.
"such a good fuckin' learner," chad reluctantly gave him praise, which nearly short-circuited robert's brain. his hips stuttered, his eyes visibly widening and dilating in surprise. chad couldn't let that go.
"you like that, bitch? you like being my good little slut?" chad continued, not shutting up anytime soon. "doing so good. getting the hang of it, after fucking it up for so long..."
with one hand, robert spanked chad once, twice, more -- the other wrapped around his cock, slicking his palm with the amount of near-boiling precum. he pumped it up and down the man's length, squeezing the base and twisting at the tip. a lewd slick, slick, slick emenated through the room with each pump, somehow being audible above the sound of robert's hips slapping into chad's ass, robert's grunts, and chad's loud moans and talking.
but when he felt that hand on his cock, chad's spine twisted. he opened his mouth in a silent scream, legs tensing -- only to be held down by robert's weight. hands flying down to wrench robert's hands off -- only for the belt to hold him fast. no matter where he writhed, where he bucked, robert held on and continued to grind and pump. the temperature in that room was scorching. chad's throat was nearly raw.
"fuck- fuckin'-- mmhnngg, god, robert!" chad shouted, hips lifting and knees tightening around his shoulders as he came abruptly. his cum spurted out, landing across his wide, hairy chest. his body shuddered, but robert... only continued. he wasn't finished yet.
"wai-- wait, oh, holy shit, bob-robert, fuck," chad babbled, jaw grinding down against his teeth. "fuck, fuck. i can't--"
"yes, you can," robert insisted firmly, his speed picking up. he used that same practiced dispatcher voice, with a certain tightness that naturally came with burying yourself inside incredibly tight, wet, velvety walls that pumped you deep. robert heaved for breath, biting his bottom lip as small noises threaded their way out from his chest. whimpers. robert was whimpering the longer he thrusted inside chad.
he tilted his head back, eyes shut as he lost himself in the addictive feeling. a tightness began rapidly building in him with each stroke. and as he opened his eyes, locking his gaze with chad's lust-filled, teary one, robert couldn't handle it. he came on the spot, especially as that tear rolled down chad's cheek and evaporated into steam.
he came inside with a broken mewl, body twitching as his muscles gradually grew slack. he lowered chad's legs carefully before wrapping his arms around chad's shoulders. he kissed a tear from the corner of his eye.
the both of them sat in silence for a good minute, their breaths mingling; the only sound in the eerily silent apartment. robert reached up and untied flambae's hands, and as soon as they were free--
crack!
robert held his cheek, brows shot up in shock. it didn't hurt, exactly -- just surprised the hell out of him.
"what the fuck--"
"that's what you get for cumming in me raw," chad spat, although... there was a certain lightness to his tone that alluded to his true feelings on the topic. he might've just wanted to slap that man, who knows.
"... okay," robert sighed, a small smile tugging at his lips. he tucked chad's long, dark strands out of his face, pressing a kiss to the bridge of his nose. "feel better?"
"sure," chad grumbled, tilting his head away only to nose into robert's neck. "put it that way."
the smell of sweat and sex lingered in the air as they lied there, along with a small hint of smoke. something definitely burned.
chad's phone buzzed on the nightstand, and robert glanced up, only to see a text from prism reading: "heyyyyyyyy boy any luck with the side hoe? you owe me for convincing everybdy to do ts"
robert's eyes narrowed, and he looked over to chad, cocking a brow for an explanation.
"... she suggested the idea," chad murmured, rolling his eyes and giving a sharp shrug of his shoulders. "at least, it worked."
"side hoe?" robert questioned.
"side hoe," chad affirmed.
