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Chad’s apartment is a cozy one.
Not the kind of place you’d expect from Mr. Show Off, though Robert definitely couldn’t judge. From the living room contained a pull out bed in the couch, to the fire proof blackout curtains, and fancy rug that Robert felt bad to step on even with his bare feet— it was… welcoming. The open floor plan bled into a well used kitchen, made the space seem bigger than it really is. Sort of like Chad, homelier than it at first appeared.
Home, in a way that Robert hadn’t been in a long time.
Chad’s place was where they go for most dates, most hangout, most anything.
His favorite spot was the bedroom itself— not just cause the many fun activities they’ve done within. The bed was comfy, especially compared to his gifted couch at home. And how warm it was once he and Chad were in there together.
The soft bed greets his back as Chad hovers over him, freshly out the shower and naked, compared to Robert’s still dressed. He’d taken a shower back at SDN, at least, but his day clothes weren’t making him feel the most sexy.
Above them, a sight that almost makes him laugh again despite seeing it multiple times already— a damn vent hood like in a restaurant. He knows it’s just an accommodation for Chad, but it’s still a little funny. He leans up, arms around broad shoulders as he meets his lips with his own. “How was work, eh, babe?” Robert asks, knowing the answer as he pulls back. Chad smirks down at him, kissing him again.
“I was the fucking bomb.” Chad groans out at his own words. It’s sort of cute, how aroused he gets at any sort of compliment. “Isn’t that right, mi corazón? You thought I did good, right?” Okay, never mind, it’s very cute, the way he sought Robert’s approval so openly. He can’t help but admire that about him, brows upturning as he chuckles and nods.
“Yeah. You were amazing,” He peppered more kisses along his jaw, stubble tickling his lips. His hand travels up into Chad’s freshly washed mane of hair, tugging gently, smelling like shampoo and fragrance. He was here before Robert, since there was always some paperwork to finish before a shift ended— which gave Chad time to freshen up. Despite The fact Chad is naked, it makes Robert feel underdressed. “Mhm, great, fantastic, handsome and heroic. No better combination.” Chad practically purrs at the words, a rumble going through the firm chest pressed against Robert’s. It’s nice, how easy Robert can get him worked up with just simple words, his knee rising to rub between his legs. “My good boy, aren’t you?”
“Nnnff…” Chad engulfs him in another kiss, his breath hot now, like steam rising from a freshly cooked meal, vapors visible when they part. Robert gasps, looking up at Chad, because how can he make kissing so hot? That brilliant orange glow… it’s always something to get lost in. Lost enough that he doesn’t notice the other take his hands in his own and pull them up beside his head. “Let me take the lead tonight, Robbo.” He whispered into Robert’s ear, a soft command. “I want to take care of you.”
Robert had been prepared to top, or just do a messy make out until one of them fell asleep— his stamina wasn’t what it used to be since the coma— but that didn’t sound bad at all. “Since you’re asking like a gentleman… Sure, why not?” He agrees, melting back into the mattress as Chad moves to the dresser bedside. Robert glances at the cock he pulls out for today, not the usual black silicon, but a double ended one with a fancy texture, and amber like his eyes. Robert undresses while Chad straps it into place, before grinning as he gives it a testing stroke, hand slightly aglow.
”Careful, bae, don’t melt it.” Robert says with a grin, as Chad climbs back over to him, moving to hold both of Robert’s hands in one. With the other, he pulls Robert’s face up by the chin. Their eyes meet, and something in his grin makes Chad seem extra mischievous today.
“Just warming it up for you.” Chad says, before throwing himself back into kissing along Robert’s neck, nipping on flesh, pulling back as if to check if that was doing anything for the other. He squeezed Robert’s wrists, before lifting himself up some more. ”Baby, I’m going to rock your world tonight. Eres mío.” Fuck that was cheesy. So damn cheesy. Chad really thought speaking Spanish would make him sexier.
Damn the fact it works on him.
So he responds by squeezing the hand holding his tightly, nails digging into flesh, testing his grip. Chad holds firm, but not tight enough that Robert couldn’t escape if he really wanted to. There’s a safety in that, a relief that he can trust the other. Robert let his head fall to the side, grinning up at him as he bit his lip, and rose his knee again. “You’re corny as hell, you know that right?”
“Oh, fuck you.” Chad hisses out, taking the bait and moving to bite down on the strip of flesh that was Robert’s shoulder, pain deliciously sparking under his teeth.
“Ah!” Robert bites back, on the lobe of Chad’s ear. It proves an ineffective retaliation, as Chad just chuckles. He must have grabbed lube and a condom, cause Robert hears a wrapper right by his head.
“That’s right, bitch.” Chad reaches down carefully, pulling back just enough to see what he’s doing. He still keeps one hand around Robert’s wrists, even as he pops the lid off the lube with one hand. “Lift up, Robbo.”
His leg goes up as far as it can, which isn’t as far as it should be able to. “Ugh. I need to sit less.” He mumbles, before feeling a warm hand slide down his thigh.
“You do.” Nipping softly again, Chad bites back up Robert’s jaw, mumbling between each one. “That’s my stick up the ass, don’t know how to enjoy himself bitch.” He says into his ear, before trailing his tongue back down over the trial of bites, until he finds himself at Robert’s clavicle. Letting his head drop down Robert’s chest, Chad bends to circle his lips around one nipple.
The combination of teeth softly biting down and the more intimate endearment went straight to Robert’s cock. Biting out a groan, he wraps his legs around Chad’s skinny waist. Chad smirks, pressing their foreheads together, as hot pants combined.
“That’s fucking right, moan for me, baby,” Chad whispers, pressing his lips against Robert’s rough ones. Robert moans into the kiss, before Chad pulls away once more, steam escaping behind a a grin. “And don’t close your eyes. Look only at me.” His lubed cock presses against him with a testing push, and Robert hisses out.
Chad reaches down, fingers wet, and he pushes them in instead. It’s not the first time Robert’s bottomed but he’s still a little tight— the kind that comes from stress, not lack of use. Robert bites his lips, letting out little whines as Chad works him open, using his good hand just to stretch him out, while the other teases his cock gently. Once he’s opened to Chad’s satisfaction, it’s a much easier glide in— all encompassing, so good.
Squeezing Chad’s waist with his thighs, Robert pulls the smug asshole close. Chad glowers down, his fiery gaze a spotlight Robert can’t seem to escape. So instead, Robert leans up and bites back.
He’s rewarded by burning on his lips, Chad’s saliva hot enough to sizzle on his tongue. He loves when he gets rough and painful— they both do. It stokes the others flaming ego, and Robert likes taking the consequences. And there’s a familiarity in the occasional acts of degradation that come with it. He feels those lips prance along his jaw, sucking in a breath as he starts to speak. Robert’s stomach coils, expecting to hear the filthiest of words.
“God, you’re getting fucking beautiful, baby. You’ve been the one doing real good, haven’t you?” Chad’s free hand ran down Robert’s chest, every other word punctuated with a slow thrust. “Been taking care of yourself. Look at this chest, these muscles. You been putting in work, bitch. Work with me, for me. And I’m so fucking proud of you.”
Robert gasps, blinking, brain freezing at the words. Heat and cold bristles up his spine, but it’s not from Chad’s powers or his movements. “Huh?”
“Uhhnnff…” Chad bucks into him, delivering another bite onto the side of his neck. “You’re a great dispatcher, baby. A fan-fucking-tastic hero, too.” All there is is friction, overwhelming heat, contrasting with a weird, twisting chill in his stomach as Chad keeps on, Robert unable to process what’s being said to him in this type of setting. “You’re so good to me. The best fucking boyfriend in the world. Love you, so so much, you know that right?”
Robert needs to close his eyes, face aflame, a feeling he should be used to with Chad, but it’s accompanied by his vision getting blurry and that damn tightness in his chest. ‘What’s wrong with me? He says stuff like this all the time.’ The thought does nothing to help as Robert pulls limply with his hands, but suddenly they’re so weak— unable to get out of Chad’s grasp so he could cover his face, break free, something. It’s— It’s too intense! Chad is just focused on moving his hips, unaware how he’s completely wrecking Robert, eyes closed like a hypocrite as he whimpers out another wave of love sick praise. “So fucking good to me, everyday I’m so grateful you love me,” he grunts out, feeling like flame against Robert’s chest, so much, engulfing.
It pisses Robert off. It makes him want to swoon. His legs squeeze, try to, to bring him closer— but just like his arms, all strength has drained, and they fall apart, helpless.
Robert tries to snap, to veer things back into familiar territory, maybe say something snarky. “Chad!” What comes out is decidedly none of those things, the whine surprising himself. “Aaahn, god, fuck!” His sweet voice, of course, only encourages the man more. Robert can see his ears practically glowing from the pleasure and the movement. Every thrust, stroke is a flame Chad happily stokes, a fire that burns, but Robert, as much as he feels, wants to say it’s too much— doesn’t want it to stop.
“Yeah, ahn, I know I’m making you feel real good—“ Chad toots his own horn, before, torturously freezing in place. Robert whines, thinking it’s some form of teasing at first, until their eyes meet and he sees Chad’s concern, fear even… “Why the fuck are you crying?”
“Huh?”
All at once, Robert’s hands are free, his thighs painfully empty, as the other moves to check on him. He speaks fast, too fast. “Did I hurt you? Are you burnt?” Robert feels more than sees Chad check, his hole, his thighs, his everything. But there’s no damage. “What the fuck, Robbo, what’s the matter?” Chad grips his shoulders, eyes wide. “Fucking talk to me. Why are you crying?”
He wants to say something to diffuse the situation, make a joke, ask him back— ‘oh, so now you’re worried about burning me?’— But instead, he reaches for his face— it’s wet, and not from sweat. “I don’t… I don’t know.” Fuck, his voice cracked, and Chad looks like he might cry now. He can’t possibly snark now, Chad would just take it to heart. “I’m okay.”
“You are not okay.” Gently wiping his cheek, Chad leans in close, making Robert look in his eyes. “Talk to me, Robbo. You’re gonna give me a fucking heart attack if you don’t, asshole.”
Robert flinches, looking away. That’s right— he can’t just shut down on him. That would make it worse, he knows Chad would spiral, because Chad is the kind of guy who needs reassurance. Robert sits up, pressing against the headboard of the bed. “Hhhaa… You started… being real mushy. It was too much.”
There’s no response. Robert lifts his head, and Chad is staring at him like he’s got three. “I was being too… mushy?” He pressed his hands together, and Robert could tell he was using all his mental power to not start cursing. “Explain.”
“It was… embarrassing.”
Owlish blinks meet his response. It’s not the right word, but Robert can’t find any that make sense. “Are you fucking kidding me. Robert? I was literally fucking you. Is that—“
Robert covers his face again, unable to make eye contact with that gaze that literally glows. He doesn’t know how else to explain this, why he was so… overwhelmed. “It’s just… too much, it was too good and I didn’t know how to handle it.”
Chad actually stops, and Robert can sense impending frustration.“ “You… do that for me all the time. And it’s not like, fucking BDSM, I’m not spanking you or shit, you can’t handled being… complimented? Am I right?”
Robert decides now is not the time to mention he’d like to try that. “It’s not the same, you— you like it a lot, and I just… I don’t know. It feels…” He can’t say it. He can’t say it feels fake, unreal, when Chad is looking at him, holding him like he‘s worried he broke Robert somehow.
“You don’t like being told you’re hot shit?”
“No, I do—“
Chad grabs his chin, making him look up at him. “Then, you just haven’t been praised enough, azizam.” Robert likes that Farsi term, the way Chad says it even softer than when he postures with Spanish. ”Maybe insulted too much. By me. Maybe.”
Robert chuckles a little. He is cute, a little, like this, being concerned. “Aaw, you’re not feeling bad are you?” He leans back in to Chad, pulling him close, letting his head fall. He still feels a little bit like his limbs have been replaced with jelly, but he manages to wrap his arms around Chad’s shoulders. “C’mon. You know I like it rough. You like giving it rough, at least I thought so. You don’t have to feel bad.”
“I fucking don’t. I just... But sometimes… Agh, whatever.”
“No, no, tell me.”
“Sometimes it’s like…”Chad sucks his teeth, before squeezing “You really believe… the harsher things I say?”
Taking in those words, Robert huffs out a breath. Shit. He feels like he’s been caught, for some reason, about to get in trouble. Because sometimes he does. And he didn’t realize that was a problem, because why would it be? But Chad was looking at him. It makes him want to hide. “Hmph. But aren’t I a dick, bitch, asshole, or whatever one you feel like calling me during work?”
“Oh fuck off. I call everyone those. It’s more like… If I go like this,” Chad reaches out, and suddenly grips Robert by the neck. Robert freezes, blinking up at him as he continues to speak, “And start talking shit, or even getting real crazy about it, like I’m gonna choke you— You don’t… You just accept it.”
Robert pauses instinctually, biting his lips. His cock jerks at the touch, Chad’s eyes flicking down before back. “No, we’re not going there right now. You freak.” He said, though Robert could see the way the flush returned to his ears, his hand pulling away.
Robert took a deep breath, closing his legs and sitting up. “I’m sorry, bae. It doesn’t make much sense to me either.” He cups Chad’s face— so warm, five o’ clock shadow a little rough to his palms, and pulls him down for another kiss. “I promise you didn’t do anything wrong. I’m just… not used to be treated…” He struggles to find the words, pondering what exactly about being told he was loved and being showered in affection was so hard to handle. “… softly. Usually that’s what I do, not the other way around.”
Chad grimaces, and lets himself fall against Robert, laying his weight on him. It helps, a little, the solid pressure. He just watches as Chad furrows his brows intensely. “Robert, that is the saddest fucking thing you’ve ever said. Do not try to one up it.” He cut Robert off just as he opened his mouth. “Your past girlfriends and hook ups sucked. How about this? Just… tell me what you want, okay? Right now, I mean.”
“I… want you to feel pleasure. And not to feel like I’m ruining this by being a cry baby.”
Warm arms engulf him then, Chad tucking his head under his chin. “Oh, shut up with that bullshit, Robbo.” Chad pointed out. “You’re not ruining this. But you know what would make me feel pleased right now? Making you feel good. Telling you I love you until you believe me.”
Robert’s breath hitches again, and he closes his eyes. Chad waits for him to respond, but when Robert doesn’t, he keeps going. “Can you… tell me, Robbo, what would help me do that?”
Robert bites his lips, before nodding into Chad’s neck. “Could you… keep saying it like you were earlier? All soft and shit— but you give me a hand?” He feels selfish asking, because Chad deserves some pleasure too. But evidently, he can’t handle being fucked and talked sweetly to at the same time.
A warm palm slid down to Robert’s thigh, as Chad whispers, “Alright. Let me take care of you. We’ll go slow, azizam. A little at a time, yes? You tell me if it’s too much. Promise.”
Robert gulps, feeling the heat of supernaturally hot fingers just above his shaft. “I will, I will. I promise. Please, Chad.”
“Good boy.”
Robert shudders, and he’s not sure if it’s from the words uttered so softly, or the way Chad’s hand wraps round his cock, beginning to pump, softly at first. His other hand runs up and down Robert’s back, and he leans into it, letting the other support his weight. He feels like he’s in the middle of a fire place, a hearth— just so surrounded by Chad’s warm and affection. “Mngh…”
“I love you.”
He jolts again, as Chad strokes, and strokes, soft fingers continuing their motions. “I love you, Robert. Do I say it enough for you?
Robert groans into the touch, hips grinding against his palm. “You do… But do you mean it? You mean it right?” He whines, desperate. He feels pathetic. But that’s okay, right? He’s allowed to be, with Chad. ”Tell me you mean it. Please.”
“Of course I fucking mean it, I love you, babe.”
“Please.”
Chad bites his lips, sucking in a breath like he’s the one getting a handjob. ”I fucking love you. Come here.” He moves his head down to grab Robert’s lips in his, biting softly on chapped skin, before pressing his tongue in as Robert continues to whine. When he pulls back, their breath steams around them. “You’re doing so fucking good, Robbo. My good boy. I love you. Want you here forever.” He kisses a tear that slips free from Robert’s eye. “You good? Want to keep going?”
Robert can’t fight the whine that escapes him, looking at Chad, the way his lips move as he says more praise. “Yes, yes, please, please. Don’t stop now, please.”
Chad’s hand keeps moving, teasing and stroking Robert’s cock. His touch is scalding, in the way that stings so good— like a too hot shower.
When he comes to, his head is tucked into the crook of Chad’s neck, and he feels his broad, warm hand rubbing back and forth, back and forth. “You’re okay. I got you, beautiful. You deserved to feel that, right?” Chad seems to be murmuring more to himself, but Robert nods along anyway.
“Mhm.”
“Good job, you did so good. See? You can handle it, right, mi corazón?”
He nods through the fog. “I… like it when you call me stuff like that…”
“Oh, do you now? Well, I’ll call you everything sweet I can think of, azizam.” Chad kisses his chin. “Mi amor.” Then his lips. “My beloved.”
Robert gets absolutely peppered in affectionate pecks as he comes down, Chad continuing to whisper soft praises. By the time they’re done, Robert’s laid on Chad’s chest, a sticky mess between them. “Ah…” Robert feels like he’s floating on a cloud, and when he looks up at Chad, all he see’s is a big, shit eating grin. “Love you. Even when you look like a smug asshole.”
”Hah. I’m just proud of what I’ve done. Now come on,” Chad moves, pulling Robert up into his arms, lifting him from the bed. “We aren’t doing this ruin the sheets shit. Bath time, bitch.”