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Robert spent the vast majority of his life reading people, understanding them, investigating them. Things were rarely ever cut and dry, and he found himself picking apart weaknesses, strengths, likes and dislikes during his time both as Mecha Man and as the dispatcher of the Z-Team.
All in good nature when it came to his team, of course. And his observational skills extended far more intensely when it came to the object of his affection. Waterboy. Herman. Herm. Hermy.
Such a sweet young man that admired Mecha Man, but had the decency and genuine heart to see and learn about Robert. And Robert learned about him, the man behind the water powers and nervous stammer.
The passion came easily between them, but wasn't a surprise to Robert in the slightest once he got closer to him. Herm was forward with his emotions typically, honest and direct despite his nerves to the point where he was the one who asked Robert out for the first time.
He was a virgin when they first got together, but that didn't mean he was ignorant or necessarily inexperienced when it came to ideas of intimacy and sex. Just as he had been forward with asking Robert out, he was very clear on what he liked and wanted to feel in the bedroom.
Robert had never been with a man like Hermy before, but it was easy to follow his lead as he spread his legs and showed off a wet hole and fat, large clit that made the older man drool. He told Robert exactly where to put his hands and mouth to make him come.
And when the older man went to roll a condom on, Herm grabbed his wrist and said he didn't need it, there was no risk to be had between them, and he'd waited so long and wanted to feel Robert. All of him.
It was wonderful. Everything has been pretty fucking great, now with Shroud dealt with and Robert doing double duty as Mecha Man and dispatcher when SDN and the Z-Team needed it.
And, of course, the best thing was that he and Herm had moved in together just a couple months ago to a new apartment. With it going so smoothly, Robert thought he knew almost all of the major things to know about his open and honest boyfriend.
But one night he realized his exceptional observational skills and Herm's openness apparently had some limitations.
He was coming home later than Herm with dinner in tow, some pad thai and spring rolls. That was their deal if he was going to stay late working on the suit with Royd. He was responsible for dinner.
"Herm!" He called with no response. "Hey, Beef!" The fat chihuahua waddled over to be greeted with pets and pats. "Aww, who's a good boy? You are!"
Still, no sight of or sound from Herman. He knew his boyfriend was home, his set of keys hanging on the hook by the door. He padded through their apartment after he took his shoes off.
No Herm in the kitchen, obviously. Nor the living room. Nor bathroom. Well, that just left their bedroom, the door shut.
Robert didn't want to disrupt his boyfriend if he was taking a nap, but as he approached the door he heard something that was decidedly not napping.
In fact, he heard the buzz of a toy and the soft, bitten back moans of his lovely partner. Heat went straight to Robert's dick and yeah, dinner can wait.
Before he could second guess himself, he pushed the door open slowly. He had to quite literally bit his own bottom lip to hold back a groan at the sight. The beautiful, tall ginger was sprawled out on their bed with his boxers around his ankles, legs spread wide and one hand rubbing a small vibrator against his engorged clit.
The other hand seemed to be holding some type of book, but the cover was dark with a vague title. It gave him little clue to the contents of the book, but whatever it was had all of Herm's attention.
"Whatcha got there, baby?"
"Ah!" The younger man almost flew off their bed, snapped out of his euphoric trance, the vibrator abandoned to the blankets beneath him and his book dropped face down on the carpet. His hands shook while he tugged up his boxers. "R-Robert, you're here-home!"
"Shit, I didn't mean to scare you. Didn't need to stop on my account." Damn, the younger man sounded so breathless, like he was going to pass out.
"No, it's okay."
He crouched down slowly next to the bed, hand reaching for the book. "So what's got you all excited, huh?"
"No, d-don't open-look at that!" Herman scrambled to the side of the bed, legs like gelatine and unable to move as quickly as the older man at the moment.
Robert managed to snatch the book first with a wide, teasing grin. "What? This book right here, Hermy?"
Then all the desire to tease died when Robert looked up from the book cover to Herman's trembling form on their bed, legs pinned to his chest, face like he might cry. "Please don't..."
"Fuck, I'm sorry." Robert clambered onto the bed next to him, offering the book back to him. "Took it too far with the teasing, huh?" As much as he wanted to know what got Herm so enraptured, he would never let his curiosity be at the expense of the one he loved most.
"You didn't-couldn't know." The ginger shook his head as he accepted the closed book back. He seemed lost in thought, before he offered the book back to Robert. His gaze traveled between the dark cover and equally dark brown eyes. "You can see-look."
"Are you sure, honey?" A nod and then Robert accepted the book back. "Whatever is in here, it'll be okay, okay?"
Herman squeaked out a quiet "Okay" unable to meet Robert's kind, understanding eyes.
He waited, just running his hands over the cover. It was made out of some type of waterproof plastine material, not actual paper. Made sense, also made it pricey. Also made him wonder just how wet his water hero got when flipping through the pages.
A dozen thoughts ran through Robert's head from furry porn to foot stuff to a cheesy smutty medieval romance. It was none of the above and nothing like what he expected.
The book had minimal words, firstly, but was covered with complex and incredibly detailed illustrations. It really was gorgeous, lovely artwork. But it was what the artwork depicted that gave Robert just the slightest pause.
He couldn't help the smirk in his voice when he spoke, laying a free hand on Herm's uneasy back and rubbing circles there. "And here I thought I knew everything about my sweet boy. You never cease to amaze and surprise me, huh?"
"Oh my God." Was muttered out from where Herm was hidden in his knees.
Each page depicted a varying number of people, all different genders, sizes, races, engaged in a number of rough, sexual scenarios. Being stepped on, whipped, penetrated with toys and cocks at the same time, tied up, drooling. It definitely got Robert a little heated.
Some were dressed in leather, others in lace, some in nothing at all besides pretty glinting jewelry.
"What's your favorite page, hm?" Herm seemed a little too red to speak, and instead put up two fingers in one hand and four in another. Robert flipped to page 24.
The illustration was of a naked young man with sandy hair and wide eyes who was flushed all over and covered in bites and bruises, being tugged up by a collar around his throat by a fully dressed man who is playing with his sex.
It's a very pretty picture, Robert decided. He closed the book after taking the rest of the images in, semi-commiting them to memory.
Herman let out a shaky sigh, still obviously feeling a bit self conscious and shy about the whole thing. Robert clicked his tongue in thought before he spoke.
"Thank you for sharing this with me, love." He placed the book down on their bed, before wrapping an arm fully around his semi-damp boyfriend and pulling him close. "So, how do you wanna move forward?"
"What? I'm not sure what...mean, what you mean?" Herman laid his head on Robert's shoulder, not quite meeting his eyes.
"What I mean is, do you want me to forget what I saw in that book? Or do you want to have dinner, relax a bit, and then you can tell me what got you so hot in that book and what we can do about it?" Robert couldn't help a small chuckle at the look of surprise on Herm's face, gray finally meeting brown.
"S-Second, second option, please!" Herman stammered out. Robert would have respected what he picked either way, but he'd be lying to himself if he said he wasn't excited by the younger man's response.
After a dinner of reheated takeout, a walk with Beef, and a toasty shared shower, they laid cuddled together in their bed. Robert thumbed through Herm's special book, trying to find the words to explain what he liked about it all.
Robert made sure to keep his face neutral, almost monotone and clinical, to not freak out his boyfriend. "There's a lot of pain play here, dominance and submission, that sort of thing. So, let's start with the basics. Do you want to be dominant?"
Herman shook his head and Robert had to stop the shiver. He was a bit surprised by that, but again...maybe he shouldn't be. And that seemed pretty compatible with his own hidden thoughts.
"So, you want to be submissive." A nod, before a long finger ran over the current page, circling a collar around a woman's neck.
"Pain, too, I think I'd like... not too much, like blood or anything, but some. Flogging, I-I think it's called?" He swallowed hard. "I'm stronger-sturdier than I look..."
"Don't I know it." And he was, taking more of a beating than the rest of th Z-Team realized. Based on the latest field assessments, Waterboy was only behind Punch-Up and Golem in resilience and field endurance when it came to direct damage and combat.
That fact had made Robert proud, but as Herman swallowed while looking at a drawing of a wet, dripping pussy preparing to be paddled, the fact would probably just make the dispatcher horny moving forward.
"This one was your favorite, right?" Herm was basically straddling Robert now, one leg over him as the older man thumbed through the book for them.
"Y-Yeah, I like the collar here, too, and, um the fact one is naked and the other has...h-has clothes on. And the b-boots, they're good for..." He hid his face in Robert's neck for a bit, hips giving an involuntary twitch.
Robert could put two and two together, the implication was clear. And while he did appreciate learning so much about his partner's preferences (and perhaps a little bit of his own), he could tell they had discussed enough for tonight.
"That reminds me..." Robert purred, shifting a little so Hermy was back against their bed, him kneeling over the younger man. "...I interrupted you earlier, didn't I?"
"I-It's okay, you didn't know..." God, his face was so red, he was so damn sweet that Robert just wanted to eat him up like a Twinkie.
"No, but I think I owe you a little something before we go to sleep, don't you?" He slipped a muscular thigh directly between those slender ones and Herman gasped. "I know it's got you all bothered, thinking about the things I'll do to you, the things in your little book. And we'll get there in time, I promise."
"Oh God..."
"For tonight, though, I think what I owe you is an orgasm." He reached a hand over and gently brushed Herm's red hair out of his eyes, giving his forehead a kiss. "How would you like to come, baby?"
"Your tongue-mouth, fingers, maybe?" That was a treat for both of them. Robert would never get sick of the delicious taste and feel on his tongue, the noises his boy would make. And it gave him the perfect space to shamelessly hump against their bed because this felt like one of those nights he could come from Herm's reactions alone.
"Gladly, sweetheart." He slid down the length of his body, leaving little kisses and licks here and there, before tugging off cute pajama shorts with rubber ducks on them.
Perhaps Robert underestimated how much that book got his sweet boy going, because he was absolutely soaked, large clit throbbing. The older man delved in without hesitation, tongue slipping along his folds, starting with two fingers in his hole because he knew Herm could take it.
"F-Fuck, on, please!" The ginger cried out and Robert groaned, tongue latching onto his length. It usually took much more to get the hero cursing like this, but Robert would more than happy to oblige, bopping his head while Herm thrusted into his mouth and clenched around his fingers.
They both came in record time and there was no shame between them. All Robert could think about when they were cuddled after is that it was a perfect excuse to shower together again in the morning and maybe coax a few more pointers out of his lover's desires.
The following days and weeks they talked about what they really wanted to try for their first exploration into this side of their relationship. Each time it got a bit easier, less awkward. Sure, Robert didn't think he'd ever be talking about nipple clamps over the kitchen table or degradation kinks while spooning in bed, but the excitement shared between them just kept growing.
Ever the observant planner and strategist, though, Robert explored some things exhaustively and Herm did a great job at being clear, honest, and expressive. They would use both a safeword, Honeydew, and the color system. Certain hard noes and soft yeses were expressed. A general outline of how the scene would playout was agreed upon by both partners, but there was enough to fill the space for some small surprises for Herm.
They both agreed that Robert would be the one to choose the first time and initiate it. Herm could refuse, of course.
But a few weeks after the book reveal he found the perfect time to propose the scene for his lover. It had a been a long week. Not a bad one, necessarily, but busy. The type you really needed to decompress from. Chase also had Beef for the weekend and neither Herm nor Robert had plans on Saturday or Sunday.
So, while Herm was finishing washing the dishes from dinner, Robert came up behind him and kissed the back of his neck. The taller man chuckled, loving the attention to that ticklish spot.
"I have something for you, baby." He hummed, giving him another kiss, this to the bottom of an earlobe.
"O-Oh, yeah?" After he dried off this hands, Robert placed a box in them. He gasped when he opened it, taking in the sight of a bright blue color, nearly aqua to match his suit, with a waterdrop shaped pendant that said 'Hermy'. "Is this...?"
"If I put that on for you tonight. Our scene will start." Robert laid a gentle hand over Herm's t-shirt chest, rubbing circles into it. "Do you want that?"
"Yes, please, yes!" He was already so breathless, it excited Robert so much that something simple like a collar could already get his partner excited.
Robert met his eagerness with a tender, soft kiss to those damp lips. Then he took the collar from those larger, trembling hands and began to buckle it around his lover's throat. "Now, do you remember your word?"
"H-Honeydew."
"Your colors?"
"G-Green means I'm good, y-yellow means we pause and c-check, and red means we stop."
"That's my good boy." With the collar secure in place, Robert ran his fingers over the inscription on the tag. "Now, I want you stand here and count to 30. I'm going to get ready and get some supplies from our bedroom. Once you're done counting, you're going to walk to our living room. There's a tarp on the ground. You're going to take off and fold all your clothes next to the tarp. Then you're going to sit with your back to the bedroom door and wait for me. Understood?"
"Y-Yes."
Robert ran his thumb along Herm's bottom lip, wiping off the water that had slipped out and pushing it back inside. "Yes what, baby boy?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good."
Robert had to make sure to take his time, to remain calm, but he was pretty damn excited himself. "C'mon, Robertson. Keep it together. Your boy needs you."
He tugged on his outfit for the night, then gathered the duffle bag from their closet he had packed specifically for tonight. It didn't have too many things in it, not wanting to overwhelm either of them tonight, but enough to make it interesting.
A quick peek outside the bedroom door and he sees that Hermy has already followed his directions, being greeted with mile long nude, pale skin. Robert took in a deep breath, ran the highlights of the scene through his head once more, then pushed their door open.
His boots tapped against the carpet, then clicked on the tarp. He dragged a chair over to behind where Herm was sat upright on his feet. He placed the bag by the chair and sat down.
"Turn around and face me, boy." Robert kept his voice firm, even, but not unkind. He knew he would have time to tease and mess with Her my, but he wanted to ease the younger man into it all.
Herm did we directed without complaint, a grown captured in his throat as he tilted his head down, beginning to take in what Robert was wearing.
It was of his old Mecha Man costumes, from right when he came out of the coma. Deeply cleaned, of course, and tight where he had filled out in the year sense. The white boots were heavy and thick, the pants and shirt stretching tight against his thighs.
He swore he could see a puddle forming under the submissive man, but as their eyes met, something nervous and why shifted in the younger man.
Robert waited, patient, hoping his love would speak up if something was wrong. The Mecha Man costume wasn't something they agreed or even discussed before, but he thought it would be a nice touch. Maybe not?
"Yellow? I'm s-sorry, I-"
Robert leant forward and smiled, relaxing his stern stance and expression. "God, sweetheart, don't apologize. What's up?"
"The Mecha Man clothes a-are...so hot, b-boots are perfect. Like...fantasy come to life, b-but...can I see your face?" He asked shyly. Robert took his chin in his hand and strokes gently, before tugging the privacy hood off.
"Better?"
Herm nodded with a flush, a small smile spread across his lips. He looked so shy and sweet. Robert couldn't wait to take him apart.
"Ready to start again?"
Another nod. Robert let his chin go and say back upright, expression falling to something impassive, neutral once more. "There are three rules for tonight. 1. You must use your colors or your word. If you're unsure, err on the side of using them. 2. You call me sir. Nothing else."
Herm swallowed at that, upright and attentive like the good boy he was, nodding along at the dominant as if it came to him naturally. How long had he wanted this? How long had he waited to be taken care of?
"3. You can orgasm as much as you want, but you must not hold back a single noise. Every moan, every cry, every scream...they're mine. And you won't withhold them. Understood?"
"Y-Yes, sir, yes..."
"Good whore." Robert tried out the salacious pet name and the soft little groan in response let him know it was appreciated. His glove crinkled as he reached a hand forward, grabbing a handful of ginger hair. For now, he just held it. "Unzip my suit and take my dick out."
Herm's eyes were a mixture of hungry and dazed as he obliged, large hands going to the zipper of his pants. They trembled and moved slowly as he pulled his cock out. Of course Robert didn't bother with underwear.
The younger man took his cock in one hand, leaning in to suck, but Robert pulled him back by his hair, leading to a delicious little gasp. "Did I say you could do that?"
"N-No, sir, I'm sorry." The ginger gasped, flush high in his cheeks, arousal still clear. It was strange to be so unkind to such a sweet boy, but when Robert saw how excited he kept getting at such simple things, how could he not indulge him?
"Then why did you?"
"W-Wanted to...to make you feel nice-good, sir." Robert smirked, trailing his hand down from Herm's hair to his throat, rubbing along his neck gently.
"I don't believe that. You're just a little slut, aren't you? You'd grab at any cock shoved in your pretty little face, wouldn't you?"
Something unexpected happened, then, and big, fat tear drops suddenly appeared to stream down his red face. Robert almost hesitated, unsure if he pushed too far. But then he noticed the subtle movements of Herm's thighs, the way he was spreading his legs, more and more wetness gathering under the tarp. "O-Only you, sir...o-only your cock! Never-no one else's slut, sir."
"Good boy." Robert praised and Herm trembled, years still falling but his breathing started to even out. Fuck, he looked so pretty crying like this. Seemed like Robert was learning a bit about himself tonight, too. "Very well. You can suck, until I tell you to stop. Say thank you."
"Thank you, s-so much, sir." And then that hot, lovely mouth descended on his cock.
Tonight was off to a lovely start.