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With Shroud defeated, things started to get a bit…slow. When things get slow, things get boring. You know who hates boring things? The Z-Team. So of course after another back and forth between Robert and Flambae, they decide to heat things up and trap the two in the breakroom. “Look, Flambae—just be patient. It’s not like they can keep us in here all day,” Robert said, glancing at the door.
“Are you talking about the right team? The same ones who have gotten us banned from almost every fucking bar we’ve been to?” Flambae snapped back, muscles tightening in anger. Robert frowned, crossing his arms. “Half of the time it was your fault. Why are you being so pissy today?”
“Me? Pissy? Please, Mecha Bitch—you haven’t seen shit.” Flambae kicked at the door, but didn’t break it since it would most definitely come out of his paycheck. Robert checked the comms…and no one was even in the building. He grimaced before putting them down and looking up at Flambae, sighing.
“Sooo…bad news. We’ve been deserted. As in the entire team is,” Robert checked their locations, “currently celebrating at the one bar we haven’t been banned from…yet.” Flambae stormed up to Robert, grabbing him by the collar and pulling him in close. “Lisen here, Bob Bob. I’ve got better shit to do than stay in here with your pathetic twig ass,” he spat, breath hot on Robert’s face as he glared at the shorter man before smashing their lips together. This wouldn’t be the first time they’ve hooked up in the break room.
Flambae began tugging at Robert’s stupid SDN shirt, and Robert tore Flambae’s hair tie out. When they finally broke the kiss, Robert stared up at Flambae. The man was panting and looking at Robert with unadultured lust, radiating a heat that bordered on uncomfortable. The two made quick work of their clothes, Flambae struggling for a few seconds to unzip his suit. Robert watched in amusement, which earned him a scowl from the taller man.
Once Flambae finally got his suit off and on the floor, he wasted no time grabbing Robert, spinning him around and slamming him face first against the wall. He grinned with delight at the low grunt Robert made—he loved every sound that came out of the man’s mouth. “Not so funny now, eh?” Flambae said, before shoving two fingers in Robert’s mouth without preamble.
He made a sound of protest, but he couldn’t do much but try his best not to gag since Flambae was holding both his arms hostage with ease, even though it was his right hand—the one missing two fingers. Robert eventually bit down on Flambae’s fingers, smirking as the pyro hissed and finally withdrew them from his mouth.
“Fucking bitch. If you wanted it dry, you should’ve said so.” Robert barely had any time to process what Flambae said before two slightly wet fingers were shoved into his ass. “Shit—aggressive t-today, aren’t we?” Robert managed to tease, which only earned him a sharp slap to his right cheek before Flambae grabbed his arms again. “Shut the fuck up, Bobert. If I wanted to hear someone yap my ear off, I would be hooking up with Sonar.”
Before Robert could retort, Flambae leaned over slightly and spit right into his crack before adding a third hot finger. He twisted and scissored Robert, before finally finding the spot that made the doe-eyed man tense up. “There it is,” he cooed mockingly, before abusing the bundle of nerves. “Ngh—f-fuck—just f-fuck me already!” Robert snapped, glaring at Flambae. It was bad enough Flambae was abusing his prostate, but the man’s fingers were so warm. It spread throughout Robert’s stomach, making him feel hotter than he already was.
Flambae just grinned, tutting before finally letting go of Robert’s arms—just to spit on his hand and grab Robert’s dick instead. “Nah. I don’t think so, Mecha Dick. Today, I’m going to take my sweet time with you,” he drawled, beginning to roughly stroke the man. Flambae didn’t stop, even after Robert had come twice. Only when he had the man panting and begging did he finally slow down, chuckling to himself. Robert looked debauched. Strands of hair were plastered to his forehead, and the wall was painted with his come. He was flushed from head to toe, relying almost fully on Flambae to keep him up.
Robert groaned, leaning against the wall. “Ugh…my knees are—” “What’s UPP, bitches! Are you two—oh, damn!” Prism said, sniggering before snapping a photo. “Guess who’s getting paaid tonight! Knew you two would be fucking. Thanks, babes!”
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Well, it wasn’t the first time the two have gotten caught, that was much was true—but did that make it any less embarrassing? For Robert, no. For Flambae? He couldn’t give a flying fuck about who saw the two banging each other.