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Robert sat in the mech suits cockpit, working on the wiring for one of the control panels since Roy gone home already - something about work life balance - while Robert still wanted to work on it. Flambae was between his legs, head leaning against his thigh. It was a bit of a tight squeeze for the two of them to be inside the suit, and this was really the only position that worked even with the chest panel open. Not that either of them were complaining, Flambae liked kneeling for Robert when he got tired, and Robert liked having the hero’s body heat so close to him.
With a hum, still looking at the wiring, he clicked a button on the little remote sitting in his pocket, a small smirk on his face as Flambae let out a small, shaky whine. The man was completely out of it, just contentedly floating as the buttplug inside him buzzed away. That was one of the reasons Robert had been so open to Flambae joining him while he worked, given how on edge the hero had been during the shifts. It also helped that he outright said that he wanted to kneel for Robert, managing to actually say what he wanted. He really should send his therapist a little thank you gift. Looking down at the hero between his legs, he gently ran his fingers through Flambae’s hair, before running his thumbs against his cheek.
“Being so good for me,” he softly praised, before turning back to his work, pleased when he felt the man further lean against him, his eyes now closed. He just let the man float as he finished up his work, making sure everything was solidly in place before he even dared to pull Flambae out from his own little world. He gently cupped the hero’s head, moving Flambae’s attention to him.
“You wanna cum?” He asked, running one of his thumbs over Flambae’s cheek. It was a crime how cute he looked when so deep in subspace, inhibitions gone and eyes lidded as he just let pleasure wash over him. He let out a soft grumble, shaking his head. Robert just smiled down at him.
”We’ve gotta head home love, so you can’t float for much longer,” he let Flambae know, holding back the smile that threatens to appear on his face when the hero pouts. How in the ever loving fuck did he manage to look so adorable. Robert just pressed a soft kiss to Flambae’s forehead, amused by how displeased he was.
“You can kneel more at home,” Flambae whined again at the fact that he couldn’t just continue to stay in subspace. As much as Robert would love to let him, there wouldn’t be any way to bring him out to his car without being seen by someone working the nightshift. Eventually, once Flambae realized whining and silently begging wasn’t going to get him what he wanted, he sighed and shifted in place slightly. Robert turned the buttplug off, tuning out Flambae’s whining. After a little while, the hero slowly climbed out of the mech suit, pouting but slowly exiting subspace.
“Come on, sooner we get home, sooner you can kneel for me again,” Robert reminded him, climbing out after him and pressing a kiss to Flambae’s cheek.
“Fucking- fine,” Flambae grumbled, but waited as Robert put his tools away, before the two of them headed outside to Flambae’s car. Chase had more than happily taken Beef home when Robert had mentioned wanting to stay late so he could work on the mech suit, so neither of them had to make sure he was feed and distracted by what they got up to. After a quick argument about who was driving, Robert took the wheel and started driving them to Flambae’s house.
“You get pouty when you’re down, you know,” he pointed out after a few minutes, sitting at a red light with nothing better to do or talk about.
“I know what I fucking want when I’m down, bitch,” Flambae bit back, crossing his arms.
”I know. It’s just amusing. You always manage to look so cute.”
“Bitch, I’m not cute, I’m handsome.”
“You can be both. But you’re very cute when you’re down,” Robert hummed, pulling into the driveway and parking the car. Flambae just huffed as the two of them entered the house, very quickly sitting down on the couch.
“Takeout and then we continue the scene?” Robert asked, following the hero and sitting next to him.
Flambae straddled Robert, as the man slowly took off his suit, making sure to carefully fold it up on the coffee table afterwards. He didn’t particularly care, but he knew Flambae would throw a fit if anything happened to it, so delay the fun for a few seconds it was. Once that was taken care of, Robert switched his attention to taking care of Flambae.
“How’re we doing this? You want the plug or my dick?”
“Your dick. Obviously,” Robert rolled his eyes.
“Excuse me for asking,” he huffed, before pulling the buttplug out from Flambae, tossing it onto the coffee table without much care.
“Not- mhm- not excused,” Flambae panted, almost silently whining at the loss. Robert just pulled down his pants and boxers enough so his dick was free, before pulling Flambae down onto him. He internally preened at the moan the hero let out in response.
“What show were you trying to get me to watch again? Golden Girls was it?” Flambae nodded, hiding his face in Robert’s neck. He already felt himself start to drift into that fuzzy headspace he loved so much, letting himself relax against Robert as he cockwarmed the man. He didn’t pay any attention to the show playing in the background, just floated, contentedly waiting until Robert decided to move either one of them. He could feel the dispatcher gently tracing circles into his back, and he closed his eyes, not bothering to force himself to stay alert. It was Robert’s job to do that now, he got to be soft.
Flambae didn’t know how long it was when he tuned back in to Robert gently grabbing his hips and rocking into him. He melted a little more into the dispatcher, letting out a soft, contented sigh. He was able to just sit there as Robert slowly fucked him, not required to do anything or be strong. He didn’t even particularly care if he came, at the moment. Maybe Robert would cum in him and then just keep him on his dick, plugged up and still floating. He’d like that, he thinks. He doesn’t hold back his moans and whimpers, too out of it that even if he wanted to, he wouldn’t be able to. But he didn’t bother with trying to hide his pleasure, especially when he knew Robert liked hearing him moan.
He could vaguely register Robert praising him, though he didn’t understand the exact words he felt himself internally preening. He was obviously doing good if he was being praised, and he lazily smiled in response. He could feel Robert speeding his thrusts up, and in response more moans and whimpers fell from his lips, grabbing Robert’s shirt and hugging him a little tighter as he let the pleasure of being fucked wash over him. Eventually, Robert’s cumming inside him, relaxing his grip on Flambae’s waist and panting slightly before running his fingers through the hero’s hair. Flambae leaned into the touch, more bothered with chasing the comfort of being close to his boyfriend rather than cumming.
Robert gently played with his hair for some time - Flambae couldn’t tell how long nor did he particularly care - before shifting and wrapping his arms around Flambae to hold him up as he carried him to the bathroom, not pulling out until they got there so the couch wasn’t ruined. Distantly, Flambae mentally thanked him. He didn’t bother trying to tune back in yet, Robert would tell him when that was needed, and it was obvious it wasn’t needed right now. He could just contentedly float, no need to worry about anything when Robert’s taking care of him.
He comes back to slightly in the bath, Robert behind him gently washing his hair, ever so thorough as he massaged shampoo into the hero’s hair. Flambae let out a soft sigh, leaning into the loving touch as he got to further relax. It was nice, not having any expectations to live up to. No one to save, no need to pretend to be anything, he could just float and let Robert take care of him. And he was more than happy to let that happen.