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“I just-well- I wish things were-uh—” Waterboy frowned at the floor, his fingers finding a loose thread to pick at on Prism’s couch. “I wish it was easier.”
Robert turned his head away from the TV to face the man, a look of fondness settling onto him as he gently pulled the other’s hand away from the thread. Neither of them needed to incur the wrath of Prism if they fucked up her couch. “What’s so difficult?”
They were settled on her couch while the rest ran out to get food, Robert on his back with his knees pulled up slightly and Herman sitting cross-legged as he tucked himself as far into the corner as was comfortable. They were both out of their daily uniforms, with Robert in a simple long-sleeve and sweats and Herman in a hydro-lined hoodie and gym shorts.
The two hadn’t really had any time together, between Chad pulling the ginger away at any moment (which was still a whole different thing to unpack) and Robert being pulled in all directions. It was nice, comfortable, and something that they both knew deep down was needed.
“It-I—” Herman pressed his hands to his face, leaning his head back to rest on the top of the cushion. “Everyone else is— they make it look so easy.”
Robert knew exactly what he was implying. The intimacy, the closeness, both sexually and romantically.
“Here—” The brunette held out a hand to Herman. “C’mere.” He let himself be pulled to his feet, walking softly so he was standing over Robert at the side of the couch. A little yelp escaped his lips as Robert grabbed his shin and bent his knee, pulling him over to tuck that leg between his hip and the couch. “Sit, love.”
Herman knew about Robert’s pain, a panicked look in his eyes as he tried to hover over the other’s hips. “Aren’t— Your hips are your most unstable joint, aren’t they?” The other just smiled and placed his hands on the ginger’s hips, pressing them down until he was properly seated. They both let out a little sigh at the contact, the pressure between them releasing just barely.
“And unless you get squirmy, this shouldn’t be an issue.” Robert smiled softly at Herman, pulling his other leg up so the taller man was properly straddled. “And even if you did, it’d be worth it to see you like that on top.”
Waterboy’s face immediately flushed and Robert even felt a suppressed twitch in his hips, which was both absolutely adorable and needed to happen again.
“I-I— Umm— I really—” Robert absentmindedly massaged Herman’s hips as he spoke, which just made the water hero flush even darker. “Tha— I’m-um— that feels— uh, umm—” Any sentence that he tried to form melted away as the dispatcher started to use his nails, the light sting from the scratching sending even more heat between the two of them. The fond look in Robert’s eyes grew hungry as he watched the other slowly fall apart.
“Go on, sweetheart,” he purred, letting his nails trail down the hero’s thighs. “How does it feel?”
All that came out of Herman’s mouth was a squeak, his face flushing even further.
“I didn’t think you could get prettier than being pinned face down, but you look stunning like this,” Robert made a point to rake his nails up the inside of his thighs, even going as far as putting his fingers up the legs of the other’s shorts, watching as they shake and twitch from the contact. “Maybe I should make them be gentle with you more often, you seem to just fall apart from it.”
Herman tried to cover his face with his hands but Robert was quicker, grabbing his wrists and pinning them down behind his thighs. “Don’t go hiding from me now.” His tone was light and teasing, his smile brightening as the other’s hip twitching turned into one solid grind against him. “Good boy, take what you need, it’s alright.”
“I—I’m-I—sorry..” Waterboy’s voice was breathless, almost whining. “I’m—I—”
Robert moved his hands off the other’s wrists, knowing he’d keep his hands planted, and went back to guiding his hips softly. “Nothing to apologize for, darling, you look beautiful.” His voice was soft, taking in the sight of the hero on top of him.
There were a few more shaky grinds, the movements becoming more fluid, before they could both hear the chatter of the Z-Team down the hall. They stared at each other for a moment, truly debating whether to keep going. It isn’t like any of them haven’t done this and worse in communal spaces.
Herman immediately bent down, his head pressing into the space between Robert’s shoulder and neck. “Alice’s gonna kill us if we have sex on her couch.”
Robert smiled, running a hand through the other’s hair. “We aren’t, we’re dry-humping on her couch. Major difference.” He pressed a kiss to Herman’s shoulder, quickly adjusting the other so he was straddling just one of his legs instead of his entire torso. “Keep going, I’ll take the heat for it.”
“I—but-um, she’ll—” He cut himself off with a muffled whimper as Robert pressed his thigh roughly against Herman’s dick, moving it away slowly to encourage his hips to move.
“Keep going.” He had to stop a ‘yes, sir’ from tumbling out of his mouth at the tone, which made him even harder than he already was.
Just as the doorknob started to jiggle from Prism’s keys, Herman pressed himself further into Robert’s shoulder and let his hips move smoothly against the other’s thigh.
“You bitches better be decent,” Prism’s voice cut through the shuffle of paper bags and footsteps. “Cause I’m not above recording that shit and posting it on the Hub for some side-cash.”
“We are, mostly,” Robert called, craning his neck slightly to look at the group. “We’re clothed, and that’s about as decent as y’all are getting.” He smiled. “How’d shopping go?”
“No murders or blown-up buildings, so, good.” Mal smiled sweetly. “Where’s the Soggy Boy?” Robert chuckled at the nickname, petting said man’s hair as he felt the mild sting of teeth in his shoulder. Herman was really committing to not getting caught, and it was almost cute.
“Currently occupied,” Robert replied smoothly, a hint of mischief in his tone.
“Did you send him on a mission on our day off? Dude.” Victor looked at him for a moment, finally noticing his mildly tousled hair and still-hungry look in his eye. “No, you’ve got him hooked up to some fancy sex machine somewhere?”
Robert let out a proper laugh, accidentally dislodging Herman from the now-purple spot that he had bit into the other’s neck. Right as he was about to speak again, the hero let out a string of whiny moans.
“You better not be having sex on my couch, I paid good money for that bitch!” Alice spun around so fast that he thought she’d smack into someone.
“We’re still fully-clothed, no fluids other than the mild dampness from Herman here.” Robert dropped his voice to speak to him. “Isn’t that right, sweet boy?”
He managed to let out an agreeing noise, words clearly being too hard for him at the moment.
Robert put on a playful tone as he addressed the group. “Poor thing, he got all sad that he didn’t know how to ask for affection and next thing I know, he’s riding my thigh.”
“Y-Y—You’re the one that put me in you-r lap—” His protests were interrupted by a yelp as Robert pinched his exposed hip.
“I was just planning to snuggle with you, but you got all cute and blushy with my hands on you.” The tone he was using just made Herman’s brain even mushier, simply letting out a whine as he tucked himself back into Robert’s neck.
Prism pointed a large knife at him as she unpacked a collection of fresh veggies. “Second room on the right, and if there’s even a drop of cum on my goddamn couch, you will be sucking it out of the upholstery.”
“We didn't even get that far yet, and besides, I warned you that being clothed was going to be the closest to decent that we’d be.” Robert sat up slowly, trying to hold Herman close and also support himself. “Not my fault that y’all never told me how cute he can be when you aren’t railing his guts into his diaphragm or trying to aspirate him with cum.” Robert flashed his eyes at Chad for a split second, before helping Herman stand. He shooed the man towards the room, waiting until he was out of ear-shot to continue. “If you’ll excuse us.”
He ignored the buzzing chatter of the rest of the Z-Team as he went to the specific room that Prism sent him to, opening the door softly. Herman was just standing in the room, face still flushed and looking almost embarrassed that they got caught. Robert approached him, smiling softly with that same hint of mischief he had earlier.
It was one of the guest rooms he’d crashed in before, smelling lightly of vanilla and leather. He hugged the man, waiting for him to relax before lifting him halfway over his shoulder. The bed was soft and fluffed, with big soft pillows and a comforter that felt like it was stuffed with down feathers. It felt even softer when Robert all but tossed Herman onto the duvet. The hero’s sweater hiked up and revealed about half of his torso, his shorts pulled down right to the hipbones as a few tufts of hair poked out.
Robert took a moment to stare, the flushed look and wide eyes making Herman even cuter as his lips swelled red from keeping his mouth latched to the other’s neck.
Before he could even register it with himself, Herman’s knees were bent comfortably over Robert’s hips as they pressed as close as two clothed men could.
He took a moment to feel the mark on his neck, the mild sting settling hot in his gut knowing that the other didn’t mean to do it. His tone was low and sickly sweet as he leaned over the hero. “I think I owe you a bright mark to match, don’t you?”
Waterboy’s eyes widened, almost tearful, before nodding softly. “I’m so—I’m really sorry, I wanted to keep quiet.” Robert stayed quiet, waiting for his question to be answered.
“Please?”
If the last while didn’t light a fire in Robert’s guts, this surely did him in.
He didn’t even try to tease him more, pressing himself even closer as he bit down higher on the hero’s neck.
An evil little voice in the back of his head reminded him that it’d be visible even with his suit on, but that just egged him on.
Robert thought back as he sunk his teeth in softly, feeling him squirm, about how Herman never really got more than a quick fuck (or marathons with mildly-questionable aftercare, in the case of Chad stealing him away). He never got pampered or held gently or marked, like he is now. This must all be so new and probably scary to him.
All of that is probably why he didn’t initiate and found it hard, because he knew what was coming no matter what happened. He very clearly didn’t seem to mind, as he had told people ‘no’ before, but it doesn’t mean he isn’t deserving of this experience; and maybe that’s why he came to Robert specifically. Whether it was in group settings or hearing stories about one-on-one encounters, he had seen the dispatcher play both roles in very specific ways. Robert could absolutely be a whiny power-bottom bitch when he wanted to be, but he was a very caring and doting top. He’d adapt to whatever his partner wanted, whether it was something harder or just a need to be coddled, but Herman had never really been on the receiving end of it purely on his own.
And he was about to get Robert all to himself.
Robert pulled away from Herman’s neck, placing one last kiss to the dark purple mark he left behind. The hero shivered under him, clearly not sure of what to do.
“How’re you feeling?” Robert cupped his face with his hands, massaging his cheek with his thumb. “You look like you’re having fun, but you also look like you might pass out.”
Herman took in a few deep breaths, and tears were rolling down his face in the next moment.
“I—I’m, um,I—” His voice cracked in his stuttering. “It’s new?”
“Do you not like it?” Robert’s tone was genuinely concerned, about to pull his hands away from the other’s face, but Herman reached up and pressed them harder into his cheeks. “Because I’ll stop if you don’t, this is all for you and I want you to enjoy it.”
His face scrunched up as a sob bubbled up out of him. “I love it so much.” He tried to suck in another breath, but it was cut off by another shuttering sob. “I—I don’t know what-wha—what I’m supposed to be doing.” The man above him gently wiped away his tears as he spoke.
Robert smiled down at him sweetly, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “All you have to do is sit back, enjoy it, and tell me if there’s something in particular that you liked so I can keep doing it or tell me to stop.” He smiled, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “In fact, you’re not allowed to do anything except the list I just gave. You have no role to play or needs to fulfill other than having a good time and getting some good sleep after, okay?”
“Yes, sir.” Robert decided at that moment that Herman’s now the only one allowed to call him that.“I— Can you—umm, eh-I—can I have ano—another kiss? I get little pecks occasionally but I don’t get to—” Robert didn’t even let him finish his sentence before pulling him into a deep kiss, keeping the pace slow and gentle. It felt nice for the first few moments, before Herman started to ache for more.
He pulled at the collar of Robert’s shirt, a soft whine seeping into the kiss. The latter pulled away for a moment, smiling softly at the expression of need. “Such a good boy, you keep telling me what you need, baby.” The second kiss was everything Herman wanted and more, firm and hungry.
His hands went from the man’s collar to wrapped around his neck, trying to pull him down closer. Robert’s arms snaked around Herman’s waist and pulled him closer, rolling his hips firmly against the other. The ginger broke the kiss to throw his head back, shivering slightly at the contact.
Robert smiled, trailing kisses up his exposed neck and stopping right at his ear lobe. “Do you want to do penetration today, or save that for another time?”
Almost instinctively, Herman shook his head no. “I— I don’t prefer it, if that’s alright?” Robert nipped his earlobe, earning a whiny yelp from the man under him.
“As I said, your wish is my command. You don’t want it, we won’t do it.” Robert kissed back down his neck, leaving little nips here and there just to feel the hero squirm. “Is there any way that you’d prefer to do this, then?”
Herman shook his head. “Just need you, please.”
He smiled sweetly at the man, relishing in how pent up he must be. Poor thing probably only gets to cum once or twice during his regular encounters, if at all. He made a mental note to torture Chad extra hard the next time he came to Robert for sex.
“And when do you want to stop? After the first one?” He already knew what the man’s answer was going to be, but he wanted to hear him say it.
“No, no,” the hero whined softly, “‘til I’m— I-I— I’m empty, please.”
There’s the answer he was looking for
“Of course, my darling, whatever you need.” He hooked his fingers in the waistband of Herman’s shorts, making sure he caught the band of his boxers too, before looking at him for the go-ahead. Herman simply nodded, and his shorts and underwear were thrown off the bed. A sharp breath was let in as the cool air hit his already-leaking dick, the shiny substance making Robert’s mouth water slightly.
Robert ran the palm of his hand over the head of Herman’s dick, thoroughly coating his hand in the sticky substance before wrapping his hand around the base and stroking slowly.
Even this slow pace had Herman whining and squirming. “You’re worked up just from this, sweetheart?” Robert saw how this tone affected him earlier, might as well weaponize it just a bit. “Such a sweet thing, I’m surprised you didn’t cum in your pants when you were wrapped around my thigh.”
“It—I, I tried my best to keep it together.” His voice was soft and shaky, almost teetering into a concerning tone, so Robert tried to shift away conversationally.
“You did such a good job, darling, keeping the mess in until I could take care of you properly.” His hands knew what to do, changing pace and intensity without even needing to think about it. “For your first time receiving like this, you sure have settled into it well. You look so pretty.” Watching the thoughts and ideas slowly leave his brain was the most entertaining thing to Robert, he was watching the man lose brain cells in real time.
“Thank you, sir.” God, all Robert could think about is how broken his voice sounded. He knew that Herman would be the only one allowed to ever call him that. “I want to be good for you.”
Oh, this is where we’re headed.
Not that Robert minded in the slightest. He definitely expected this to be more of a “teach him how to be okay with being touched” thing, but Herman’s mind is so far-gone that that might just have to be a conversation for another day.
“You’re always good for me, sweetheart.” He leaned forward and pressed another soft kiss to Herman’s lips, the man trying his best to reciprocate even with his brain actively melting. “You always do so good.”
He could actively feel the man relax when he said that, like his mood hinged on whether or not his actions were deemed “good”. Which is also a conversation for another day. He pressed more kisses to the man’s face and jaw, feeling him start to shake under him.
“How’re you feeling, darling?” He pressed a kiss to the man’s cheek as he asked, knowing he’ll get a jumbled answer. Herman just needs to be reminded that Robert cares, at least according to the latter. His question isn’t acknowledged as the man’s moans get louder and shakier. “I can’t keep going if I don’t know how you’re feeling, my love.”
“Tryi—Trying to no-o-t—not—” He can’t even finish his sentence without whines and whimpers, but Robert understands enough to answer.
“You don’t have to stop yourself, you do whatever feels right.” His tone is firm but reassuring, because this seems to be a deeper issue than he can’t handle properly with Herman’s dick currently in his hand. “I’m not stopping you from cumming.”
“But-But you haven’t to—” In a last ditch effort to snap Herman out of this odd haze, Robert threads the fingers of one of his hands into the man’s hair and tugs firmly back to pull him into making eye contact. Not enough to break strands or injure, but just enough to sting.
There’s this look in his eyes that Robert can’t seem to place, but before he can think to, the familiar warmth of cum runs down his hand. He smiled sweetly and released his hair, kissing his forehead. “Good boy.”
While letting Herman catch his breath, Robert massages the man’s hips again. “You don’t have to ask, by the way. Just tell me when so we can avoid a crazy mess.”
Herman looked almost guilty and tried to look away, but Robert brought his clean hand up and gripped his chin. “I’m sorry.” His voice was clear, holding a guilt that didn’t make sense. “It’s a force of habit.” Robert simply nods, filing that away in his brain to talk through when they’re clean and relaxing.
The dispatcher kissed his forehead again, before resting their foreheads together. “But really, how are you feeling?” Robert’s voice was soft and a little breathless.
“Really good.” Waterboy smiled. “I definitely think you’re the only one I’d let do this—not that I don’t trust the others, I just—” Robert puts a finger up to his lips to shush him.
“I understand, don’t worry.” He smiles. “If it’s any consolation, you’re the only one allowed to call me ‘sir’ in bed.”
Herman suddenly looks horrified. “Oh god, did-di— did I do that?” His face flushes even brighter than it had before, which is adorable to Robert.
Robert laughs. “You’ve done it twice today, but I’m sure the first one was complete instinct.” His laugh settles softly. “Do you want to keep going?”
“I want to help you,” Herman states boldly, “I can’t imagine you’re completely flaccid after all of this.” Robert kisses his cheek and leans back, adjusting his sweatpants a bit to be able to pull them down.
“Now, I can’t let you do that alone, because I promised to take care of you and I don’t want to go back on my promise.” Robert chuckled at the disappointed whine he heard from Herman. He pulled the waistband down the rest of the way, leaving his pants still tangled up slightly at his ankles. After a few moments of adjusting, he had both their dicks wrapped in his hand. “But I know how badly you want to see me, so we can compromise.”
The precum from the two of them was more than enough to allow his hand to move smoothly, and he watched Herman fall apart all over again. Even with his hand moving, the hero under him couldn’t help but thrust up into his hand. The little noises he was letting out spurred Robert on even more, letting out his own noises purely because of how good it all felt.
“You-Y—Your v-voice is-s-s—so sexy.” The compliment is so quiet that Robert almost doesn’t hear it, but it goes straight to his dick regardless.
“F-Fuck, is it alright if I cum on you?” Robert’s voice is strained and breathless, like he’s moments from completely losing control. “Not sure if you like it messy or not.”
Herman’s eyes sparkle with need. “Please, please do that, I need it—”
In the next moment, they’re both sticky with each other’s cum. Seems that simply asking him tipped him completely over the edge. Robert’s head is still spinning as it leaks over the top of his hand, Herman’s dick twitching in mild overstimulation.
“Th-Thank you,” Herman whines softly, smiling up at the man. “I think… I think I’m empty.” His voice is so soft that Robert almost doesn’t want to move in case he falls apart again. He simply leans forward and kisses the man again, intending on never pulling away.
They kiss for longer than they can really measure, who knows how long this has actually been? Eventually, Herman pulled away and shivered slightly. “Ge-Getting kind of cold.” Robert nods softly and moves to stand, pulling the man into one more kiss before going to the attached bathroom for towels.
Before Herman can even start to think about what’s transpired today, the man returns with warm towels. He braces himself to catch them, but is startled by feeling Robert clean him.
“Did you think I was going to make you clean yourself up, sweetheart?” Robert’s tone was playful, but there was something serious in his eyes.
“I-It—It’s what I no—normally do.” Herman felt almost ashamed of admitting that, but Robert simply finished cleaning him up before starting on himself. After a few moments, he got up and put the towels in the sink to throw in the wash, before walking back and flopping onto the bed.
Robert eventually adjusted himself and Herman under the blankets, pulling the man to his chest and holding him tightly. “I hope you had a good time, Herman.” It made his chest warm that he was asked, “and you can stay snuggled in here as long as you want, I want to get my snuggles in before I go get you food and something to drink.” He kissed the ginger’s forehead and held him even tighter for a moment.
“I’ll go get us food, you’ve done nothing but take care of me for who knows how long today.”
“They’re going to interrogate you, you know that, right?” Robert was genuinely worried about this, as he didn’t want to overwhelm the man while he was still recovering.
“I promise, I can handle it.” Herman moved to grab his shorts and boxers, sliding them on easily. He leaned down and kissed Robert’s forehead, and almost got away before Robert grabbed him by the front of his hood and kissed him. After a few moments (and Robert’s tongue doing a bit of exploring), he pulled away from the kiss and headed out into the hall.
It was a weird feeling, he didn’t feel bad or gross like he had after sex previously. He actually felt pretty good.
On the kitchen island, he saw two plates had been made for them. In the living room, however, he saw them all in a circle whispering. They turned to face him as soon as he stepped into the evening light coming through the window.
“Soooo…” Alice smiled. “How was it?” Her tone was as loaded as her bank account, but he just smiled at her.
“It was really good,” he replied confidently. “I’m just grabbing food for us.” There was a chorus of ‘oooo’s. He popped the first plate into the microwave.
“Makin’ you do all the aftercare, hm?” Visi teased, clearly trying to get under his skin. “Typical man.”
“No, I offered to grab it,” he replied firmly. “He cleaned us both up and got us settled, and he just spent most of the day doing something that almost none of you tried to, so it’s the least I could do.” It was weird, feeling himself speak without a stutter, but he was confident about everything he was saying. He swapped the plates out to warm the other one.
“And what is that, Water-Bitch?” Chad’s voice grated against his eardrums, and he visibly flinched as the noise hit him. “Because as far as I know, we’ve done a pretty damn good job keeping you well-cared for.”
His annoyance boiled over. “He actually considers my feelings in his actions, he almost stopped the entire thing because I panicked for half a second.” Herman crossed his arms. “Sounds like something you told me to ‘suck it up’, hm?” He clicked his tongue. “And he initiated with more than just a look or by barking orders.” He grabbed the second plate and two forks. “We’ll bring the dishes and laundry out when we’re done.”
Robert gave him all the praise in the world for speaking his mind to the others as they ate, making a mental tally of the things he needed to discuss with them as partners.
But for now, he was snuggled and full of good food, which is all he could ask for.