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Babe: your ass better be stunned and amazed at my new suit, i’ve been waiting months to show it off to you
Robert snorted at his phone, thumb already moving.
Me: Trust me, I’m shaking in my super boots just waiting to see it.
Babe: and another thing!! your ass better have all your shit packed! because as soon as i get done with the team, i’m swinging by to pick your sorry ass up and haul it home!!!
Me: Three exclamation points? Serious, serious.
Babe: fucker!!!!
Robert snorted, pausing to tip his drink back, before setting his glass down and just… mull what a shit-tastic day this day had been. Even if it was going to get incredibly better later when he got picked up by the person that he was both incredibly excited and fathomlessly nervous to see, it really had been a shitty day to top how shitty his life had been. The conference where he had flayed himself open, getting proven that he was nothing without his suit when he failed to stop a basic bitch store robbery, and then topping all of that off by accidentally spitting on Blonde Blazer. What even was his life right now? At least it was going to get better in a bit, he just had to wait for a certain someone to be done with whatever team thing he had planned…
Robert took another sip of his drink.
Me: Beef is still cool to come with, right?
Not that he thought that Beef would be anything other than lovingly and warmly welcomed to join Robert, maybe even more welcomed than Robert himself, but he still felt… weirdly stomped on from the conference and he needed a show of comfort, he would understand that. But after a moment of no response and no thing to show that the text had even been read, Robert started to feel even more stomped on. No, no, Beef absolutely would be allowed to come with, he just had a shitty day and was getting into his head about shit. He just… needed this day to be over.
“Hey bitch!”
Robert blinked, that voice was familiar.
“Hey! I’m talkin’ to you, bitch!”
Robert blinked again, dropping his glass from where he had brought it up to drink, blinking rapidly as he turned to look at the figure that was coming from the darker side of the bar. Tall, tanned, long wavy black-brown hair pulled back into a ponytail and out of his face, with a super suit with a class flame-job coloring that brought undivided attention to his large, hairy pectorals, mostly because of the large opening down the front that nearly had those bad boys spilling out.
“No, wait, let me guess…” Robert said as he turned in his seat to address the guy, wearing sunglasses inside? At night? Robert wanted to snatch them off his face and make a poor impression of him, just to tease him. “Hmm… ‘Hot Piece of Ass’?”
Flambae stopped, startling. Robert grinned as he lifted his glass up, taking an indulgent sip as he took his time looking the guy up and down.
“No no no, wait, I got this,” Robert grinned impishly, “‘Hotrod’, if you catch my drift?”
The pretty black woman just behind him snorted, Flambae glaring over his shoulder at her as she quickly quieted herself, coughing behind her hand to cover up an errant sputter of laughter.
“‘Great flaming tits’?” Robert said, making sure to go so utterly deadpan that the woman broke out into a fit of laughter, Flambae’s cutely face pinking as he turned to glare more fully at her.
“That was good, I’m sorry!” She chortled, coughing and grinning under the continued glare of Flambae.
Robert took another drink as he watched Flambae’s ears turn pink, the man himself snorting in outrage as he came stalking over.
“No, Mecha Bitch, I control the fire,” Flambae growled, stepping up to Robert to get in his face, radiating heat as Robert took another drink, not cowed.
“The fire?” Robert grinned.
“AND the flame,” Flambae growled, grabbing Robert’s shoulder and pushing, forcing Robert to swing around and have his back pressed into the bar countertop, lest he be accidentally shoved to the ground. It meant that Flambea had to insert himself between Robert’s conveniently legs to properly lean down into his space to lord over him, but clearly neither were complaining as Robert just smiled at the man who continued to glare at him. “And my skin does not burn. I’m Flambea.”
And to really show off, the man’s free hand burst into fire, Robert watching for a moment, kind of mesmerised as the flames so naturally and so brightly licked at Flambae’s fingers.
“And you--” Flambae growled.
“Oh! I remember! You’re that shitty villain I busted up,” Robert teased, grinning when Flambae huffed, extinguishing the fire from his hand.
“Not anymore, Mecha Dick,” He practically spat, “As I literally just said, I am Flambae, a superhero. And you need to get out of here--”
Robert grabbed his glass of ice water and splashed Flambea’s chest, actual steam rising from the contact, water droplets hissing and sizzling and steaming against the expanse of hairy skin.
“Hmm, you sure it’s not ‘Great Flaming Tits’?” Robert said as the woman and a gentleman with Dwarfism that had moved up behind Flambae started howling with laughter as Flambae started turning red for a number of reasons, the water sizzling and steaming off of him as his emotions and heat grew. And Robert would pay for that later, enthusiastically and eagerly, he thought with a grin as he set his now empty glass down on the counter behind him.
“Knock it off!” Blonde Blazer called as she stepped back out from the bathroom, hands on her hips as she rather pointedly glared at Flambae instead of Robert who had been antagonizing. Hmm, history there? “Hey, come on.”
Robert winked at the literally still steaming man, putting his drink aside as Blonde Blazer paid for their drinks and quickly ushered him out, Robert peeking over his shoulder to see Flambae staring at him hard enough that he honestly should have combusted.
As Robert sat on the edge of that billboard sign, thinking about his future, a burst of heat and light made him look up. The streak of fire that arched through the air, startling orange and red against the dark night sky, before manifesting into Chad, back from his water dousing. Landing lightly on the railing with Robert, before sitting hip to hip with him, hardly enough room to breathe from how close they were pressed together. Without a word, he reached over to dig his fingers into the arm that Robert had so elegantly fucked up by punching that skittles looking motherfucker. He hissed as exceptionally warm fingers dug into his shoulder, fighting at the abused muscle from the dislocation, expertly working away the pain and woe.
“So…” Robert mused after a few minutes of the tender love and care, “How are we gonna tell people we’re married?”
As it turned out, villains and superheroes hooking up was one of those common things that no one ever talked about, everyone always shut up anyone talking about and was generally accepted as something that would happen as long as heroes and super heroes were a thing. As long as no one talked about it.
While Robert had never personally witnessed his dad trying to sneak a villainess out of their base of operations, he had not been dumb enough that he had not heard the whispers of things happening. And if not his dad, the rest of the team, gossiping about who was hooking up with who, how had a messy falling out with that fling, and once or twice a hurriedly whispered confession of ‘yeah, I totally got with them-- don’t tell anyone!’. So, by the time it was Robert’s time to bleed for the city, the idea of maybe hooking up with a villain was not some foreign, nor outlandish concept. After all, as he had found out over the years, most villains were at their very worst, just some annoying asshole and honestly deep down? Not a hugely terrible person. Sure, some were absolutely vile people to the bone, but for most it was just a day job thing. Something they did, just with spandex.
His clashes with Flambae had resulted in such a fling. The bantering and shit talking and fighting had sparked it, till one day that Robert had been pissed off enough that he had launched himself out of his mech and had actually started fist fighting the great flaming asshole. Adrenaline and anger had put some weird reactions into him, and in a manic fit as he had a fistful of dark, wavy hair, Robert had pulled hauled the man up to lock lips with him. Flambae had reacted promptly, grabbing Robert and even more feverishly kissing him back. The two of them must have looked a sight. Bruised, bloodied, sweaty, dirty, panting from fighting each other, sucking face like two horny teenagers as they also rutted against one another. They had only stopped when Robert heard the telling sounds of a flying super coming and joining the fray, pushing Flambae off and spitting out with some blood from a tooth cut inner cheek, that they would finish this later, getting into his mech and quickly fleeing the scene. Their next fight, they absolutely had finished it, Flambae ripping the crotch out of his suit and fucking him so hard over some rusty railing of some wreck that they had tumbled down into it, that Robert had been deliciously tender the next day.
The fling was ‘of the norm’. Where they were different though, was that eventually they took it further. Flings were normal, but actual relationships between a villain and hero? Actually, unheard of, or if they were, it was because they were epically and loudly failing and usually taking people with it. Robert had almost sadly expected that when they had shifted from casual fucking, to light dating, to actual dating and then dating with intent to get married. He really, really, really liked Chad. He was easy to talk to, their bantering and shit talking was comfortable and easy, he gave a shit in this roundabout way that even Robert’s traumatised ass found easy to take. And Chad really could be a sweetheart. You just had to dig through all the layers of his shitty way of communicating and actually get to know the guy. And Robert knew and really loved that guy. And sure, they sure as shit were no normal couple and their communication style would have most people running or screaming ‘red flag!’ but they had made it. They had gotten married and were making things work and life was good.
And then Robert had to have his stupid spiral, becoming obsessed with killing Shroud because the asshole murdered his dad. It had been a slow, but insidious fall since his dad had been killed and Robert had to don the suit. He had gotten obsessed with revenge, lost himself to it, saw nothing but it and not the honestly awesome partner at his side that knew what this meant and never stood in his way of trying to kill Shroud. Even when he had moved out to that shitty apartment as fixing the suit bled him dry, when he stopped seeing friends, when everything was just trying to get back at Shroud for killing his dad. When the flightsuit had started to sag around his thinning frame, when his face became unrecognisable from how thin his cheeks were or how deep and dark the bags underneath his eyes were, it was clear even to his clouded mind that this revenge plot was killing him. But he kept going. How could he not?
And then his botched attempt. The suit exploding. The coma.
Nothing had ever so viscerally struck Robert emotionally, not even the day he got the news of his dad’s death, was when one of the nurses after he woke up had gushed about what a wonderful husband he had. How Chad had come by almost every day and often stayed as long as he could. That even if there were some days that he was only there for a little bit, and the rare days without him at all, that Chad had looked so devastated and reluctant when it was time for him to go, that it was painfully obvious that he cared deeply and loved even more. Robert was not ashamed that he had burst into tears hearing that.
After he had gotten the all clear from the hospital and was set to be discharged, Chad had sat at his hospital bedside and given him an ultimatum. Robert could try to figure out how to keep chasing Shroud to get his revenge, but he would do it without Chad. His wonderful husband had stood out of his way, knowing how much his dad meant to him and how vile it was that Shroud had murdered him and robbed Robert of his dad and the city of a protector, but no more. Chad was sick of seeing him slowly kill himself and was no longer willing to stand by and just watch Robert end it all. Giving up on Shroud or retirement. Without the suit and at the risk of losing the only precious thing he had left as it really was dawning on him on how much he still had left to lose, Robert very quickly and very easily made his choice. He chose Chad, for maybe the first time in… a long time.
Sure, Robert had practically blue-screened about what to do with himself now (groomed since he was so young to be a super hero that would die in that suit and then not doing it was absolute hell on his already dog shit mental health), but with Blonde Blazer’s offer, the ground suddenly felt more solid underneath Robert’s feet. Though not as much as when Chad had gruffly assured him, post waking up from that coma, that he was not going to rightfully serve Robert divorce papers. ‘No one would take your bitch ass, and like I would inflict you on the dating pool!’, which had rather sweetly been Chad speak for ‘No, when I said ‘forever’, I meant it’. He should served those papers. He really should have. Robert absolutely did not deserve him. Not after this mess. Not after all the shit that Robert had lost trying to kill that asshole. Not after the terrible human being and partner that he had been.
But here Robert was, post failing to kill his father’s murderer, failed the family legacy, failed super hero, dirt broke, injured, with very little prospects. But he had Chad. He had a dangerous thought that he just might be okay.
“Bae bae, sorry I wasn’t able to come out-- oh!”
The pretty black woman with blue and pink hair looked up from her phone to see Chad walking down the hallway to his place towards her. She pushed herself off the wall next to the door to stare at the sight of them. Oh maybe just Robert draped over Chad’s shoulders, Robert’s pathetic bag of what little he had left (minus the suit, Chad had said that Robert could keep his shitty apartment to keep his busted suit there for now until they got a better idea of what help Blonde Blazer was offering) hanging off one elbow and with Beef excitedly trailing by his feet. Beef yipped at the sight of her, huffing and puffing and grunting like happy fat dogs did as the lady cooed at the sight of him, ducking down to rub his ears and sides.
When Chad swung around to unlock the door, it put Robert facing her. He was so glad for the foresight of changing into what little civvies he had when they had swung by his apartment to grab what little he had, no need to add to Chad's plate by having people talking about Flambae toting the newly disgraced and displaced Mecha Man around like some particular cooperative dog.
“So, uh… who’s this?” The lady said, pulling only one hand away to gesture at Robert.
“Something that’s been missing from my place for a while,” Chad grunted, bouncing Robert gently as he adjusted to get the door open.
When she looked up at him, clearly looking for more of an explanation, Robert shrugged.
“I was told to be quiet,” He said, grunting as he was not so gently bounced on Chad’s shoulder, “Hey! I can’t even say why I’ve been told to shut up?”
“No,” Chad said, bouncing him again. Sore and tender in all the wrong places and honestly wary of genuinely invoking Chad’s displeasure when he knew their marriage was so strained and solely because of him, Robert grunted and shut up as Chad gestured for her to go inside as he got the door open, the lady sweeping in with Beef trailing after her.
The bag was left by the door, honestly not containing much to be bothered by that, Chad left his friend to wonder at her own pleasure as he easily carried Robert though the snazzy looking place, cutting through a place that Robert hoped to explore later, until he ended up at the end of a short hallway. Getting the door open, Robert was walked into a dark room that he could hardly parse for lack of light either electrical or natural, before he was set on his feet.
“Shower,” Chad said, gesturing behind him.
Robert wanted to sarcastically quip ‘Sir, yes sir’. Robert wanted to banter ‘What? And no company?’. Robert wanted to fall into the easy bantering, shit talking, friendly and fond insults that they were used too. But also Robert was getting more and more anxious about finally sending Chad over the edge and getting those dreaded papers served to him. Because it really was sinking in now. How fragile things felt around him now that he was back and not spiraling. As much as Robert wanted to fall into how things used to be… he did not deserve that. So he only tipped his head in ascent, turning to squint at the darkness before spotting the door that probably led into the bathroom, carefully making his way over as he heard Chad thump out of the room.
The familiar smells of Chad’s products hit him first, something pinching tight in Robert’s chest as he flicked the light on to see the rather nice bathroom. It had a glass shower stall, a bathtub, a nice big vanity and a window that probably overlooked a beautiful look at the city and so very much screamed of a place that Chad had made. Without you, a voice grumbled at the back of his mind, but he ignored it. He had already spiraled once, no need to do another. Chad had taken him, scrapped him out of the hospital, his fiery asshole would not do that unless he really wanted him back. If Chad was truly sick of his ass, Robert would have woken up to divorce papers.
He opted for a shower. If he tried to soak in a tub, he absolutely would have passed out. No, he planned to do that in the shadow of the large bed he had seen in the bedroom, hopefully getting octopussed by Chad through the night. So into the shower his scrawny ass went, gingerly running his fingers over the lingering bruises and sore spots and suddenly feeling self conscious. Sure, he was not built like Chad, but his spiraling had taken its toll on his body. He was skinnier in all the worst ways, paler, he had more scars and some permanent bruising now, muscles that he had tried to work on so that he was not totally useless outside of his suit had languished and vanished. He had honestly felt like he was okay before, but now… fuck.
Trying to not think about that, Robert scrubbed down good and quick, coming out to find his meager bag had moved to just inside the bathroom door. Rifling through to pull out his only pair of clean underwear, a t-shirt and a ragged pair of shorts, Robert dried off and dressed, before stepping out, padding on quiet feet to the living room to find the lady with Beef resting his cute little head on her thigh as she idly scratched along his back, tapping away on her phone with her free hand as she gabbed brightly with Chad.
“But he’s so cute!” She protested to something as Chad banged away in the open kitchen along one wall.
“That little porker is going on a diet!” Chad shot back.
Beef, completely oblivious to the hell he was about to endure, let out a content little sigh as his scruff was scratched.
Robert almost smiled, but the day was dragging on him. He was tired, physically and emotionally. So instead he moved to sit on the couch next to… Chad’s friend? God, Robert had been a shitty husband and so out of touch with Chad’s life.
“I’m Robert,” He introduced himself.
“Uh, nice to meet you, I’m Alice,” The lady, Alice, said, bobbing her head. “You uh… Chad’s latest squeeze or…?”
Robert was about to make some bad (and likely tasteless) joke about it, but his eyes happened on the coffee table and a white and gold framed photo. One that was dusty from clearly having sat there for so long that it was startlingly out of place in this neat, clean and stylish place. A god awful picture of their wedding, some picture taken by someone that Robert had inevitably and asshole-ishly lost touch with, a close up of Robert shoving a piece of cake into a startled Chad’s mouth. There had been plenty of other pictures where they had been a bit more picturesque. But Chad had insisted that he liked this one best. ‘I like the stupid smile on your face,’ he would always say. The fact that he had it here… well, the fact that he had not tossed all the pictures of happier times was making Robert misty eyed.
Seeing him looking at the picture, Alice stared for a moment, before looking up at him skeptically, then down at the picture. Robert was not surprised when she finally realized that that picture was of him, nor that she looked rather concerned. After all, Robert had a much fuller face in this picture, more color to his skin, no bags underneath his eyes, there was warmth and light in his eyes, his smile easy and happy. He might as well have been alien compared to the man in the picture.
“Is that you?” She questioned.
“Yeah, I’ve been… making a lot of bad decisions,” Robert said, rather lamely. Because it felt like doing the right thing to admit that he was in the wrong here. Because he had been in the wrong, it was becoming painfully clear and was giving him an increasing amount of anxiety just thinking about how badly he had been fucking up. Anyone else sane would have left him. “But I’m trying to get better.”
Alice hung around for a bit, chattering with Chad as his wonderful husband put together a sandwich and then proceeded to snap at him to eat it. ‘You’re going on a diet too, stickbug’ he had growled. Trying to be a better partner, Robert ate it without comment, finishing up and being told to go to bed. So he had, not missing Alice saying ‘I can’t tell if you’re genuinely mad at him, or worried?’, and Chad had quietly gruffed ‘Can’t it be both?’ before he had slipped away. Finding that bedroom again, Robert eased his tired and aching body onto it, shamelessly finding the pillow that smelled the most of Chad’s hair products to bury his face in and inhale deeply. It was amazing the little things you missed when you selfishly abandoned your life.
And Robert was content to fall asleep on that very nice bed, on buttery soft sheets that smelled like Chad’s skin. But as he lay there, that nagging anxiety since he had woken up from that coma came biting at him. That insidious and vile little voice in his head that whispered about how he was one fuck up from Chad serving him those papers. How worthless he was without the suit. How he had failed his family legacy by at least not dying in it. All those usual pesky thoughts that would keep anyone up until the wee hours of the morning, feeling their sanity fraying further and further. Made all the worse by Robert’s guilt, because Chad really should have left him for a guy that would have treated him right. Not made him worry about if was going to have to get that call to come claim his body for whatever likely stupid reason that he had died. Not made him wonder where he was, if he was taking care of himself. Not having to awkwardly explain to people where he was, what he was doing, coming home to a cold and empty bed.
Robert quickly gave up trying to sleep. He did let himself lay there, if only because his tired and sore body simply had nothing left to give and getting up would not be impossible now. But with too many thought spinning around his head, Robert was forced to do what he usually did at his apartment. Stare at the ceiling and hope that sheer exhaustion would put him under. At least he was laying in a nice bed instead of sitting in that shitty plastic chair. Maybe his back would stop hurting all the time now--
The door to the bedroom opened, Robert closing his eyes as he heard Chad quietly shuffle around the room. He heard the clunking of drawers being opened, the rasp of clothing dragging against skin, felt the bed dip and heat roiling off of Chad in waves as he eased into bed next to him.
“‘M still mad at you,” Chad grunted, accurately guessing that he was still awake.
“I get that,” Robert said, opening his eyes and turning his head to look at Chad’s pouting face close to his. When he turned to address him properly, quick as a flash, Chad reached under the covers to grab his leg and pull him by it, until Chad could pull it over his hip. Warm fingers pushing into the leg of his shorts, mindlessly groping at his thigh and hip as Chad tried to glare at him, but it came off as more moody and petulant. Clearly he was still mad at him, but the worry and concern were far stronger and slowly but surely winning out. Underneath the continued contact, Chad’s eyes began to wander, to look anywhere but at him. “Anything I can do to make you feel better?”
“I don’t need you to do anything to ‘make me feel better’,” Chad snorted derisively, but the warm fingers against Robert’s hips were slow, tender and gentle. “And you’re stupid ass is staying in this bed until I say so.”
“Sir yes sir,” Robert teased, grinning when Chad managed to half glower at him. The hand on his hip shoved further until that warm hand could get a handful of ass cheek and yank him flush against Chad, the man’s burning body temperature soaking into Robert’s pained and greedy one with ease, even the minty breath washing over his face was warm. “Fuuccckkk, you’re so warm.”
“Yeah, I control fire, dumbass,” Chad grumbled, mindlessly groping along Robert’s ass and thigh. Not in a horny way, more like it was the most convenient place to keep his hands on Robert, keep touching him.
That you’re here and not fucking around and finding out elsewhere, that nasty, nasty little voice hissed at him.
Though Robert was not really surprised when he decided to be extra greedy and inch a little closer, that his crotch pressed against a semi in the soft sleeping pants that Chad was wearing. They had been a very sexually active couple before, Chad always ‘complaining’ that Robert turned him on something fierce, telling Robert it was his fault for all the erections (that Robert proudly took ownership of). When Robert gave a tentative little roll of his hips, Chad’s handsome face started going dusky with a blush, rolling his hips just a little back. The fingers against his hip and ass started lingering a little more, less ‘just excited to touch’ and ‘excited to touch but for new reasons’. The breath washing over Robert’s face got warmer still.
You know he probably had other people filling your place, right? Because you left him to fulfil his need elsewhere.
“Um, can we?” Robert asked. Before they had never really relied on verbal communication for sex, it had been mostly reading each other’s body language, something that they both had gotten down to a science once upon a time. But Robert still felt fragile and he hated that stupid voice in his head because it was making too much sense, and he hated the thought that it was probably true and he could only imagine how easily it would have been for Chad to get someone else to warm his bed. Hot, large dick, great place, no husband in sight. Hated that he also knew he had no right to be upset, it was his fault anyway, but he was.
Chad did not say anything, just lurched forward to bury his face into the crook of Robert’s neck and shoulder, mouth and kissing at any skin he could get his mouth on as warm, desperate hands pulled at his clothing, fumbling at first in eagerness, before Robert found himself quickly stripped of his shorts, underwear and then shirt in quick order, Chad rolling them over to get on top of him as that eager mouth licked, kissed and sucked along the front of Robert’s throat. Sure to leave hickies and mouth shaped bruises, but it was Chad’s way of showing affection, leaving his mark. He had never said anything, but Robert had a feeling that Chad did not like to see any marks on him except the ones that the firebrand had left on him. His own way of silently protesting how much Robert had brutalised himself for the city.
A large, warm hand cupped his crotch, a low and deep groan escaping Chad as hot fingers found how wet Robert was getting already. He got hotter and needier at Chad’s touch, wanting more. Everything. Anything.
“W-wait, I wanna suck your dick,” Robert panted as Chad made sure that his throat, neck and shoulders were thoroughly bruised.
Chad paused, going still. For three long seconds he remained like that, before slowly pulling away and easing himself onto his back next to Robert, who flipped over and was going to start shimming down, only for Chad to snatch him up. Grabbing him by the sides of his face and locking their lips together surprisingly tenderly. Robert plainly moaned and kissed him back, readily melting into the kiss as Chad kissed and kissed and kissed him, until Robert was breathless, warm and floaty. His hotheaded asshole looked smug when they broke apart, swiping at the thin, silvery thread of spit that connected them, Robert feeling all pleasantly floating as he started shimming down.
“Do you want to suck my dick?” Chad asked, voice weirdly unsettled.
Robert paused, head just above Chad’s waist, glancing up at him with a quirked eyebrow. They had never really questioned what the other was doing during sex for anything other than outstanding circumstances. If someone was speaking up, it was serious.
“Yeah?” Robert said back.
“Okay Bobbie, but do you actually want to, or do you want to because you think you have too?” Chad asked, clearly struggling to convey his thoughts and feelings. But Robert was getting a hint now. And he honestly questioned that himself for a moment, doing a little soul searching. But he found that, while yes he wanted to do a lot to make it up to Chad for his shitty behavior, at this moment, he genuinely wanted to suck his husband’s cock.
“Yeah, I wanna,” Robert said, moving down again until he was faced with Chad’s clothed crotch.
“Yeah well, Bobert, I just wanna make sure. I don’t want you to suck my dick because you think you have too,” Chad snorted as Robert went ahead and tugged down Chad’s soft sleeping pants, biting his lip as he pulled the soft material, more and more of that dark treasure trail being revealed. “I want you to suck my dick because you want too.”
“Trust me, I do,” Robert groaned through a grin, tugging down further as Chad’s hard cock started pushing against the material. With a final tug it bounced free, long and thick and veined in the right places. Robert took a hold of it, rubbing the underside with his thumb as he pressed a kiss to the underside of the flared head, pressing it against his cheek as he went kissing down the shaft to press his nose to the pubic hair. He blamed being away from Chad too long for his rather nasty action of inhaling, taking in the smell as his other hand came up to gently fondle Chad’s warm, heavy balls. He had missed Chad greatly, now that he was pulling his head out of his ass.
“Slut,” Chad huffed, but his eyes were warm and gooey, a gentle hand settling on Robert’s hair, fingers sifting through his hair to scratch pleasurably against his scalp as Robert pulled himself back to kiss the head again, looking up to keep eye contact with Chad as he opened his mouth and eased the head inside. Just the feeling had him clenching around nothing, giving a little suck to get that hint of precum and the taste of Chad’s skin in his mouth. Oh yes, he wanted this, he wanted it so bad.
Robert took his time. Mostly because he wanted to. He wanted to get lost in the feeling, the taste, the sound of Chad’s breathing growing hot and hoarse, feeling that already warm body get even warmer (Robert more than greedily shifting so that one of Chad’s thighs was cradled in the armpit of the fucked shoulder to get that wonderful heat on the worst of the linger pain). The way that those warm fingers in his hair sifted through, scratching along his scalp, mindless and loving in their touch. Not to mention, it always tickled Robert how easily it was to take down such a ‘big personality’ with just a blowjob, render such a motormouth like Chad into a breathy, moaning mess and somehow even hotter than he usually was.
Not that he got to enjoy the feeling of Chad’s dick sliding along his tongue and further into his sucking mouth for long, only working his out of practice jaw about half way down, before there were warm fingers at the underside of his jaw, encouraging him up and off. Chad flipped them, started to try to tug Robert’s hips up and put weight on his shoulders, but at his hiss of pain as weight was put on that bad shoulder, was quickly lowered back to the bed. Instead reversing their positions from a moment ago as Chad’s fingers pressed into his hips as he paused only to suck a mark on Robert’s inner thigh that was going to make walking tomorrow exciting, before putting a very eager mouth to him.
“Ooh fuck,” Robert moaned.
“Yeah, that’s right, moan like a slut for me,” Chad murmured against his inner thigh after pulling already wet lips away, before giving him a long lick from hole to dick.
“Chad,” Robert mewled.
“Mmm, say my name bitch,” Chad groaned, directly against him so he mewled out Chad’s name again, chanting it as he was licked, sucked and gently nibbled on, growing hotter and wetter underneath that attentive mouth. Robert could not even remember the last time that he jerked off, let alone the last time they were together like this. The wet, raspy drag of Chad’s tongue against him, the occasional scrap of his stubbly chin against him, the hot breath, the way that Chad knew all the ways to wreck him, have him writhing and panting and wanting more.
And right as he was starting to feel his muscles bunching up, body gearing up to cum, Chad pulled away to easily flip him on his belly.
“Condom… where the fuck…” Robert heard Chad hiss to himself, hearing the barely seen bedside table getting messed with.
“You don’t know where your condoms are?” Robert said blankly. Because Chad, as far as he knew him, had always been vigilantly safe with sex. Even their first time together, as wonderfully rough as it had been, had been with a condom, and only after Chad had him pinned against that rusty railing and growling in his ear while groping his crotch, asking if he was clean. So unless Chad was suddenly not, that sounded an awful lot like…
“Your dumbass wasn’t here, Bobbie, why would I need them?” Chad snorted, a warm hand settling on Robert’s neck, a thumb rubbing circles into the skin just below his hairline.
And Robert was deeply ashamed that his eyes watered, because that stupid voice in his head could fuck off. Fuck, he really was stupid for thinking Chad would mess around. Robert was the shitty partner, not Chad.
“Nothing, just… makes me really happy,” Robert said, voice muffled from the pillow he buried his face in.
Chad said nothing, but that thumb pressed down a little more firmly, rubbing soothing circles as the rustling continued. At a hiss of victory, Chad pulled back, pushing Robert’s thighs open to make himself home there, Robert hearing the sound of the condom wrapper crinkling. A big warm hand settled on one hip.
“Last chance,” Chad said, rubbing his hip as Robert felt the head of a condom wrapped cock rub him below.
Robert wiggled his hips in a way that he hoped was enticing, but likely was just silly with how stiff he normally was. Chad took it as consent, using one hand to guide himself in, spreading Robert on that familiar, large cock, having him groaning into the sheets. It really had been too long since Robert had been split on that cock, there was a little sting there as Chad slowly pressed in and in, but it was putting pressure in all the right places. As much as Robert wanted to be slammed down on it, visceral feel it, he greatly appreciated the slowness, because Chad was big. He had never stopped feeling big inside of him even when they were fucking on the regular, so after so long, he somehow felt even bigger, Robert panting and huffing and chuffing. He was already hot and sweaty, not only from being nearly dizzy with arousal but also Chad’s furnace-like heat so close, but there was a tight heat between his shoulder-blades as Chad’s cock sank further and further into him. Sweat left ticklish and itchy trails down his face, neck, back and sides as he was finally bottomed out into, Robert panting like he had run a marathon. Jesus Christ, was it always this hard to take his husband’s cock? He was not complaining, especially with the stretch and pressure in all the right places that had his legs shaking with threat of orgasm already, but fuccckkk.
Chad sat balls deep inside of him for a bit, clearly enjoying himself. As soon as he had been inside enough, his other hand had settled on the middle of Robert’s back, it and the hand on Robert’s hip rubbed soothing circles as he listened to Chad’s lusty, heavy breathing. The hand on the middle of his back moved up, easily skidding on the sweat drenching his skin, moving to cup the back of his neck as Chad leaned forward. Robert sucked in a breath as Chad pulled out an inch, and then slammed forward.
“You like this cock, bitch?” Chad hoarsely rasped, starting slow and shallow.
“Yes,” Robert rasped back.
“Fuck yeah you do, you’re practically dripping around my dick,” Chad rumbled, pressing forward and grinding his hips forward in a way that had Robert’s eyes rolling back into his skull, “Fucking slut.”
“Yours?” Robert choked out.
“Mine, ain’t no one else having you,” Chad rumbled above him, the hand on the back of his neck pressing down possessively.
Robert was so very glad that Chad was a lot more limber and bendy then him, he was pretty sure that Chad’s workout routines were part of the reason that he could work his hips in the way that had Robert’s mind blissfully going blank, filled with nothing but pleasure as he was fucked. How the flared head ground against the inside of his hole, the weight and feel of the thick shift splitting him open as it pushed in and left him aching when it pulled out, the ‘smack’ of Chad’s heavy balls bouncing against him with each thrust inwards. The way that he was making a mess between their legs, sure to stain the bedsheets, feeling his cum slide down his thighs as he was fucked closer and closer to orgasm.
“Good, so good,” Robert grunted between thrusts.
The thrusts briefly stuttered, Robert hearing Chad grunt in surprise for a moment, before he almost pointedly got back to it. Robert tensed, worried for a moment that falling back into fulfilling Chad’s praise kink would be too much too fast considering their strained relationship, but the possessive hand on the back of his neck squeezed briefly, a thumb rubbing the area just below his ear, the hand on his hip squeezing pleasantly.
“You’re doing so good,” Robert moaned, breath stuttering as Chad thrust forward hard, rocking hard against that tight spot further inside that had his legs shaking hard. “Such a good boy.”
Chad paused and Robert tensed, wondering if that was too much, the hand on his neck and hip moving. Then a large, very hot body was laying on him, hitting the sweet spot of being just shy of crushing him underneath Chad’s larger bulk. A hot pair of hands found his and grabbed them desperately, Chad’s mouth huffing and puffing nearly burning hot breaths against his ear as he pulled his hips back and fucked forward. Okay, very good then. So Robert kept doing it, praising Chad in increasingly slurred words as Chad kept fucking him, working that large cock in and out of his growing wetter hole, muscles bunching up in his lower belly and thighs as his pleasure wound up faster and harder and hotter. The sounds of their fucking was getting more and more obscene, sloppy wet smacks making Robert’s ears burn.
Chad’s teeth sank into his shoulder right as his body was shaking as he started to orgasm, Robert gagging on breath as Chad’s teeth sank in not hard enough to draw blood, but hard enough that Robert was going to have a very prominent and very tender (and likely very visible) mark. Rober thrashed as he tipped over into orgasm, throat seizing from the intensity as his eyes all but crossed, clamping down on Chad’s dick as seemingly every muscle in his body bunched up tight enough to almost hurt and then all released in such a euphoric rush that Robert actually got a little dizzy from the intensity. As his peak hit and then started to tamper out into more of that euphoric warm fuzzies afterwards, Robert’s throat unclamped and he slurred out some nonsense. Mostly Chad’s name, probably some half comprehensible praises, probably mostly just post nut gibberish as Chad hammered into his orgasming hole, rutting in hard and fast until Chad’s relentless pace stuttered, stalled and ambled into an almost meek rolling on his hips as he also reached his bliss, riding it out as Robert settled into a twitchy, overstimulated mess, feeling himself throb hard around Chad’s twitching dick.
Robert’s exhausted, overtaxed and suddenly so very relaxed and buzzing body decided that that was a great moment to start nodding off with unshakable intent. He felt his eyes closing as darkness and the sweet promise of healing sleep swept over him, barely registering Chad kissing along the side of his neck and shoulder.
Robert woke up feeling downright groggy from how comfy he was and how deeply he had been sleeping, cracking his eyes open to see that the bedroom was only slightly lighter than before. The night was starting to wane ever so slightly as the morning crept up on him, and his more or less new life would soon begin.
He was naked, but not sticky with sweat or nothing. Chad had probably cleaned them both up after he had passed out. He never liked a messy bed in the after moments. The sheets were comfy and soft against his skin as he cracked his eyes open wider, wondering why he had woken up. Maybe because he was so used to not getting any decent sleep that even a few hours would be enough for his more than taxed body?
But as he lay there, groggily trying to puzzle that out, he realized that the reason that he had woken up had probably been because Chad, mournfully just out of reach, was grumbling and tossing in his sleep, sleeping features pinched tight with whatever was bothering his sleeping mind. Now, why was he over there? Even if they went to bed mad at each other (as surprisingly rare as it had been) before, they had slept cuddled up together. Had one of them rolled away in their sleep? Robert had that toasty warmth that he had gotten from sleeping with Chad, so maybe?
Huffing quietly, Rober willed his heavy and tired body to move, scooting over until he bumped one of Chad’s laid out arms. Quick as a flashfire, Chad snatched him up, clumsily yanking him into his arms as Chad settled on his side, grunting against Robert’s hair as he was pulled close. That was better, though Robert had to squirm to get them both comfortable, making himself small so he could tuck himself closer to Chad. A pair of thick thighs clamped down on the leg he had between them, arms tight around him, caging him and keeping him there even in a dead sleep.
So your dumbass doesn’t leave again, that insidious voice hissed at him. And it was right, Robert knew that. But he would also prove that little shit wrong, settling in with full intent to get a couple hours of good for the soul cuddling with his husband. In the morning he had an uncomfortable conversation to bring up, but he would stay this time. While he still wanted to do something about Shroud, he was still an evil piece of shit that had murdered his dad, he was willing to admit that he nearly lost it all, including almost his life, with his haste. He would be smarter as they figured out how to fix the suit. And this time he would not be a rotten, shitty partner to a wonderful guy that honestly deserved so much better.
Robert settled in, pressing his face into Chad’s neck as Chad’s breathing, so incredibly warm and comforting, settled and slowed against his hair. No more tossing and turning, no more grunting in discomfort, no more subconsciously looking for Robert, because he was finally where he needed to be.