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“Flambae, you really need to be more careful with your fire,” Robert says while pinching his nose.

He tries not to sound too angry but his voice gives away his chagrin. His team consists of ragebaiting assholes who jump at even the slightest hint of irritation and try to make it worse for shits and giggles. Robert isn't an easy man to anger but he knows that he does have a temper.

One that he is definitely losing rapidly due to a hot headed peace of shit he is currently dispatching. This is the second time this week Flambae burned someone on the job and it's only Tuesday.

Yesterday he gave a customer a first degree burn on their shoulder while pushing them out of the way, and while it was better than letting them get hit by an incoming vehicle speeding down the sidewalk, Robert still had to spend two hours of his free time settling the complaint. He luckily managed to convince the customer not to sue the SDN. He barely had time to feed himself and walk Beef before he had to switch the couch to a bed to get enough rest for the next day

The part that pisses him off the most about it, is the fact that Robert knows Flambae has enough control over his flames that it didn't have to happen. It just takes a little bit more effort, Flambae has never any issues with not burning children or infants. If that was the case Robert wouldn't send the man on so many missions involving them. No, he is amazing with children. He just doesn't care when it comes to adults. Oh, and the fact the asshole didn't apologize or even felt slightly bad about it.

“I don't know what you are talking about, Bobert, the mission was a success. Wow, I am so great, sometimes I even amaze myself!"

Robert grits his teeth, Flambae isn't even listening to him!

“Flambae, you hurt Invisigal. You burned her while taking down those robbers. That is not a success that-”

“Yes, yes I might have burned her a little bit but like, that's no big deal. Heroes get hurt, that's like the whole thing. Besides, it's just a tiny burn, it doesn't even hurt that bad. If she is still mad later I'll bring her a donut or something from granny's. She is still banned, right?”

Robert's left eye started twitching. At moments like this he really hated this job. He loves his team dearly, they went through a lot together. Fighting in a bar, getting tortured, saving the city, all those things really made them bond with each other. A therapist might call it trauma bonding but Robert doesn't care. This is the closest thing to a family he has had in, well, depressingly enough, ever.

That doesn't mean they don't make his work a living hell every now and then.
He can already feel a tension headache building around his temple and they're not even halfway through the first shift.

“Flambae I swear to god-”

“Bae, you do realize that burns hurt right?”

Great, now the rest of the team is joining in. Mal's teasing is followed by Sonar's whine “Yeah, dude! And it's even worse with fur.”

Flambae scoffs, “Like yeah, I know it hurts obviously. Bad guys cry for their mommy after I'm done with them all the time. It's really not that bad, they are like whiny babies. It's just uh, like a good punch, yeah?”

The comms are silent for a second before Prism's calm voice interrupts the silence, “No Bae, that's not what a burn feels like.”

Robert tries to stop the conversation from continuing further. The missions are starting to pile up and with Visi out for the moment they are currently one hero short.

“Okay guys lets all-”

“Okay but like how would I know that? I am the fire and the flame and my skin does not burn. I can't help that I am just too awesome to be burned like a little bitch.”

Robert mutes himself and spits out a few colorful words.

“Yeah lad I get that, burns don't hurt me either but I remember what it felt like before and it's definitely not the same as a bruise.”

“See! Punch up gets me,” Flambae's smug voice sounds over the line.

“Ehhh no, I wasn't agreeing with you lad,”
Punch up says but Flambae isn't listening anymore. He starts to rant to the rest of the team.

“All you bitches are just trying to trick me, jealousy is a disease bitch, get better soon!”

“Nuh-uh girl I know you are not talking about me right now,” Prism yells, clearly offended.

“OKAY EVERYBODY SHUT THE FUCK UP RIGHT NOW!”

Robert officially lost his temper. Now he has to reset the ‘days since Robert had to yell at the z-team’ counter on his desk. Chase's gift after Robert told him he wanted to continue dispatching the Z-team instead of joining the A-team as a hero.

Chase hadn't been able to keep a straight face while Robert unwrapped it. Robert had rolled his eyes at the text but couldn't help but chuckle as well.

“Everybody clear the line, this topic is over. Flambae, after today's shift, meet me in the conference room.”

Flambae grumbles something but it's spoken soft enough that Robert can't understand so he ignores it.

“Oooooohhhh dad's mad!”

“Sonar for that you just volunteered for the next sewer mission.”

“Aw man.”

~

The rest of the shift went a lot better. The nurses in the infirmary healed Visi swiftly so she joined the rest quickly. She tripped Flambae when he walked into the breakroom in revenge but after he brought her a donut like he said he would, everything was forgiven and forgotten.

At least, for the team. Robert on the contrary hadn't forgotten the screw up. He was trying to think of a solution for Flambae's habit of carelessly burning people. Most ideas he thought of were immediately scrapped.

Taking away points was not something Robert wanted to do, it didn't feel right, especially after the whole cutting fiasco.

Making him apologize was never going to work, even if Robert got him to say he was sorry he wouldn't mean a word of it.

A firm talk was not going to happen. Flambae would laugh in his face and not learn a thing.

Robert really didn't want to get Blazer involved. He has gotten to know Mandy a lot better over the last couple of months and she and the team are understanding of each other. She is still terribly corporate on the clock and he isn't sure that telling her Flambae is burning people will go over well. He wants him to get punished and learn a lesson, not thrown back in jail.

Somewhere in the back of his mind a voice reminds him that technically Flambae burning people is really bad and Robert definitely should go to his boss about it. That it was a villainous thing to do and Robert should put a stop to it. The voice sounds a lot like his dad and Robert is ignoring it more often than not after becoming a dispatcher for the Z-team.

He could say that the team is influencing him but that feels like shifting the blame. He never liked the strict rules and the black and white mentality heroes were expected to have. It was one of the reasons he never liked working with other heroes while he was Mecha Man full time. Sometimes he felt a slap on the wrist wasn't enough and sometimes you needed to look away to really help people.

After fifteen years of hero work and seeing a part of the world most normal people don't know about, he was quite good at seeing the difference between a person who was forced to do bad vs a bad person.

Sometimes people needed a listening ear and some solid advice, and sometimes they needed a good beating to see how they were wrong.

Robert freezes, his hand that was tapping his pen while deep in thought stops moving.

That's it! Flambae doesn't need words, he just needs to feel what it's like to be burned. If he understands how it feels, that it does hurt, he most likely will be more careful in the future.

Robert sits back and watches the team get ready for their lunch break. He finishes up the last mission report and stands up to stretch and finally get some feelings back in his legs. His fingers search for the five dollar bill he found between the couch pillows this morning while he tries to think of a plan. He makes his way towards the vending machine deep in thought.

How do you burn an unburnable asshole?

He chuckles at the immediate immature thought that if your asshole burns it's time to visit a doctor. He stops walking at the second thought that pops up, making the person behind him bump into him.

Ah.

Robert apologizes to the man behind him while turning around towards his desk, lunch forgotten.

The boss makes a dollar while I make a dime, that's why I google bdsm punishment on salary time.

The thought has him giggling to himself. The sound makes Chase look over from his cubicle with a raised eyebrow.

Robert just shakes his head at him until he turns away, he has work to do.

~

The second shift went a lot better, there were only a few hiccups but that was more due to unfortunate circumstances that nobody could foresee than mistakes from the team. Like a balloon rescue that turned out to be a shapeshifting villain disguised as a child.

Robert watches the last few missions pop up before the evening shift takes over.

Coop just finished up a mission with Punch up and Waterboy just reached his destination. Robert checks Flambae's icon and sees that he too is finished with his last mission.

Time for Robert to begin with the plan.

Robert switches to the private line on his headset.

“Flambae, can you fly past the supermarket real quick? I need you to pick something up for me.”

“What? No! I am not an errand boy Bob Bob! Do it yourself,” Flambae says.

His icon stops moving on the screen. The crackle of fire is heard in the background.

“Please Flambae, I'll pay you back, I might even look the other way if you leave early the next time your niece has a dance rehearsal.”

The line stays quiet for a few seconds and Robert grins. Gotcha.

“Fine bitch, what do you want? Using my niece against me. Are you sure you were a hero, Bobert?”

Robert ignores the jab at his hero identity and tries not to sound too smug while responding. The scoff on the other end of the line proves he wasn't successful at hiding it, “Just a large piece of ginger, that's all.”

~

Robert walked into the locker room, intercepting Flambae before he could sneak off. He knew he would find him there because Flambae always uses the gym before he leaves for the day.

The only reason Robert knows this is because they bumped into each other a few times before. Robert had made a joke about Flambae stalking him and he had to listen to a whole rant about ‘building perfection takes discipline’ and ‘how Robert wished Flambae would stalk him’.
There were a few creative uses of the word ‘bitch' thrown in there too, for prosperity Robert guessed.

Why that interaction stuck with him is besides the point. Robert tells himself he is just very perceptive, that's all.

“Flambae, I hope you didn't forget our appointment?”

Robert crosses his hands and cocks his hip. Raising one eyebrow while he leans against the doorway.

Flambae smacks his head against the top of his locker and curses while turning around.

“What? Pshh. No of course not, I was just about to uhhh grab my bag so I wouldn't have to go back down after we're done! Yeah, you know, like a smart person bob-bert,” Flambae says.

He is subtly trying to shove his workout clothes back in the bag. Robert pretends not to see it.

“Hmhm, sure. So when you're done I would like to see you in the conference room in five to ten minutes,” Robert says.

He turns around and leaves to set things up. He walks into the breakroom to grab a teaspoon and a towel. He slips the utensil in his pocket and walks to the barely used room in the back of the building.

Conference room five is shit, the wood of the door is warped due to years of humidity so you have to jam it open, the airconditioning and the heating both barely work, most of the chairs are in various stages of just not broken enough to get replaced and the table has a burn mark and a few cut marks on it.

Oh, and the stars need to be aligned for the projector cable to connect properly to any laptop or tablet.

In simple words, it's a shit room. That's why it's perfect for Robert's plan. No chance of interruption. It's far enough from the night crew that they wouldn't hear anything, and the room is so rarely used that Robert doesn't have to worry about any janitors walking in.

He sits down at the head of the table and waits.

Fifteen minutes later the doorknob rattles before a loud bang announces that Flambae has arrived. The door slams against the wall, deepening the dent that was already there, and he walks in while glaring at the offending object.

“Stupid piece of shit, why is it not replaced yet,” He mutters before his eyes slide over to Robert.

He hesitates for a brief moment, something Robert catches because he is watching him closely, before walking further into the room.

“Sooooo, you wanted to see me, small boss man? Let me guess, you need some hero tips, yes? After all, I am a really good hero Bob, no need for jealousy.”

Robert stays quiet and watches as Flambae keeps on running his mouth. He is fidgeting, almost as if he is nervous about something.

“You wouldn't know-”

“Flambae,” Robert interrupts, “Do you know why I called you here?”

Flambae stops talking and runs his hands through his hair.

“Uh, yes. You were mad about the Visi thing. Even though it's solved already. I apologized like a good hero… so, no, actually I don't know why I am here,” he shrugs.

Robert feels his left eye twitch again.

“Actually Flambae, you didn't apologize. You shoved the donuts in her hands and said and I quote, ‘I'll try not to hit you next time bitch’, Robert deadpans. He continues before Flambae can interrupt him, “You're just lucky Invisigal didn't really care about the burn and really fucking loves donuts.”

Robert leans forward and points to a chair.

“Sit.”

Flambae's eyes flutter and after a quick hesitation, drops down into the chair. A bit too stiff to feel casual, more forced than relaxed.

Interesting.

“This isn't only just about Visi, this is also about all the other times you burned someone,” Robert says.

Flambae scoffs, “I am the fire and the flame Boberina, it's literally in the name. An occupational hazard.”

“No, I know you can control it, so that doesn't work on me,” Robert says.

Flambae looks away. He bites his lip.

“But-” Robert continues.

His eyes slide back to Robert, waiting for him to keep talking.

“I also vaguely understand that someone who doesn't know what a burn feels like, doesn't really understand the severity of the issue.”

Robert stands so he can look down on Flambae. The action has Flambae swallowing, he clears his throat.

“So I've decided that the best way to show you is with punishment and a lesson.”

Flambae visibly shivers and lets out a nervous giggle.

“Punishment? So what, you going to spank me or something, perverted bitch,” Flambae says, voice cracking.

Very interesting.

“I didn't say anything about spanking, that's all your idea,” Robert grins. “What? You want me to bend you over this table and spank you like the brat you are? You want me to put you in your place?” Robert says, studying Flambae's reaction to his words.

Flambae lets out a shaky breath and bites his lip. His fidgeting is getting worse and so is Robert's hold on his self control.

Even though he googled bdsm punishments, he wasn't planning on actually starting a scene with Flambae. That just sounds like a HR nightmare, and even though Flambae has almost stereotypically bratty behavior, Robert wasn't about to assume.

But he sure is assuming now.

He glances down and sees Flambae trying to hide his crotch behind his hands.

“Hmmm, so I wasn't going to but you gave a great suggestion."

Robert walks over to him and grabs his chin. The fact that Flambae lets it happen is another sign this is something he is into.

“Before we begin, I work with the stoplight system. Are you familiar with it?”

“What, Robert what are you-” Robert grabs Flambae's ponytail and pulls it back roughly. “Not what I asked, try again.”

Flambae closes his eyes and groans at the tight grip on his scalp. Robert nudges Flambae's knees apart and watches how his cock keeps getting harder under the tight fabric.

“Ah~ yes I know it! I've used it before,” Flambae says.

“Good, this is the time to back out if you want to. If I read the room wrong and you're not actually into this or for any other reason you don't want to do this, tell me now. No consequences if you refuse.”

Flambae opens his burning eyes and stares into Robert's brown ones.

“Flambae, what is your color?”

“Green”

Robert grins. “Good boy”

Robert twists the dark locks around his hand to get a good grip and he pulls Flambae up by his hair. Flambae gasps and his hands fly up to grab Robert's wrists. He's too tall for Robert to keep pulling him up so he just pulls Flambae's head to the side.

“No, hands down,” Robert commands and Flambae listens.

Good. He stares up at the taller man and gives himself a moment to really look. Flambae's eyebrows are furrowed and his eyes are burning. His ears and chest are flushed. A few strands escaped his low ponytail after the rough handling and his bottom lip is red from biting it.

Robert wants to bite it too. He wants to replace the indents on them with his own teeth.

So he does.

He pulls Flambae down and bites down on his bottom lip. Flambae gasps at the sting and Robert uses the opportunity to lick inside his hot mouth. God, he is just burning inside, his tongue feels like fire against Robert's own. Soft puffs of air brush against his cheek and it reminds Robert to breathe through his nose too.

He explores Flambae's mouth with his tongue, feeling his teeth one by one. He licks Flambae's palate and slides against his tongue with a mix of desperation and aggression. Drool slips down his chin but Robert doesn't care. Flambae lets him lead and kisses back enthusiastically.

Robert pulls back and when Flambae tries to follow he stops him with the hand still gripping his hair. Robert is pleased to see that Flambae's lips are even more swollen than before, it fuels a feral thing inside him.

“Shit, sweetheart, I could kiss you for hours but unfortunately we don't have time for that,” Robert says.

Flambae shudders at the pet name. His ears are still flushed, and his eyes look down. His lashes are dark and angled down. They are thick and long and Robert loves the way his eyes look while staring through them.

Robert can't wait to make them wet with tears.

He pulls Flambae down by his hair to move him to the table, using it as a handle to steer him into the position he wants. The position is bent over the damaged wood with his belly just on the edge.

“Stay down, hands on the table, and arch your back so I can see that round ass you're always flaunting around.”

Flambae groans and follows his command perfectly, his perfect ass lifts up in the air while his chest lowers to the table.

The position doesn't only show off his ass, his bulge also peeks out underneath. Robert can't help but give it a good squeeze, making Flambae moan. Robert rolls his balls with his thumb through the material of his suit. He reaches higher and gives a hard press to his taint before moving on.

Robert has to adjust himself in his pants, the feeling of control and the sight of the top asshole of the branch presenting like a bitch in heat for him, has him feeling more aroused than ever before.

He reaches out and slides his hands down over Flambae's shoulders, down his spine. He feels the hard muscles underneath his fingertips, admiring them while going lower until he reaches his hips. Flambae leans against the touch but doesn't move from his position.

“Good boy, now, how many hits do you deserve Flambae?” Robert asks.

His hands are sliding up and down over his hips, just feeling him up more.

“Hnnn- call-call me Chad when we're…” Chad trails off, clearly not knowing what to call this thing between them. Robert also has no name for it. A session, a scene or a fuck? But that's a worry for later, he has more important things to focus on right now.

He slaps Chad's right cheek, testing how hard he can take it and punishing him for not answering his question. Chad jumps at the feeling and lets out an embarrassing loud squeak.

“Thank you for telling me, but you didn't answer my question Chad. How many hits do you deserve?”

“Fuck, I don't know bitch, you're the dom, you tell me!” Ah, there's the bratty behavior he expected. Chad hadn't called him a bitch in a hot minute and Robert almost started to worry.

“Alright, I was thinking of twenty and for that response I'll make it twenty-one.”

“Wait, no-” Robert spanked him mid-sentence, making Chad's voice break and turning his ‘no’ in a gasp.

“Color?”

“Green.”

Robert slaps both cheeks multiple times in quick succession and watches the slight jiggle after each hit with a sadistic fascination. Unfortunately Robert can't see if he leaves handprints with Chad's suit in the way, so he has to fix that.

“That was number five, you're doing so well. I want to see how beautiful your skin flushes red sweetheart. Go ahead and strip for me.”

Shaking fingers reach to pull the suit down, the movement clumsy and Robert can't help to think how cute he looks this way.

“Please,” Chad whispers.

Robert grins, and asks even if he already knows what Chad wants, “Please what?”

“Please help me, I can't-”

Robert watches him struggle for a bit more before helping him out. He pulls the suit down to Chad's thighs and leaves it hanging above his knees. Robert is surprised to see no underwear.

“Commando?” Robert teases, looking at him with a raised eyebrow.

Chad looks away, “I was going to shower at home but after you called for me I grabbed a spare suit and showered here. I didn't have any spare underwear with me.”

Robert chuckles, “That's why you smell so good.”

Robert looks down at the skin he just uncovered and is disappointed to see only a light flush on Chad's ass.

“Seems like I haven't hit hard enough for a mark, you can take a bit more right Chad? Be good for me?”

“Yes! Yes I can take it!” Chad says, turning his face to look at Robert. He's pouting and lifting his ass up higher. He wiggles it side to side, silently begging for more.

“Stand still Chad, otherwise you won't get rewarded.” Robert rubs his thumb over Chad's hole to insinuate what kind of reward he's talking about and Chad stops moving. He still looks back at Robert, now with a hopeful look on his face.

“A reward?” He asks.

Robert smiles. “Yes, if you're good, I might let you come.”

Chad shuddered. “Please.” He begs. He stops moving and rights himself into position again. Pressing his chest to the table and resting his face on its side. He is biting his lip in anticipation.

Robert doesn't wait. He slaps him hard, his hand stings but he ignores it. The way his handprint appears on Chad's ass is all he can think about. Chad clenches his fist and lets out a loud curse. His breathing is erratic and loud in the empty room.

Robert spanks him again and again, almost losing count. Not that Chad would notice, with every slap his moans become louder. He is completely unraveling under Robert and it gives him this high. He can't get enough of him.

Robert switches up his attack on Chad's now bright red cheeks to the sensitive skin on his inner thighs. He adjusts his strength but the hits still make Chad scream. His thighs are starting to match his ass in color. Robert can't look away.

Chad hasn't stopped begging him for more this whole time between gasps. He takes the pain so beautifully well, Robert feels proud.

Robert kicks his feet apart further and carefully cups Chad's balls. He waits a moment to check Chad's response. Chad seems to understand what he is waiting for and starts to talk.

“Oh my god, Robert- mhhhh, green! Green! Please! I can- I can take it,” he babbels.

He tenses up and shifts his feet to ready himself for the slap on his most sensitive part.

Robert slaps Chad's sack and his reaction is so strong he has to hold him down. Chad's bucking up and moaning, letting out gasps of hurt. Robert kisses his spine and pets his hips to help him ride through the stinging pain. Hopefully Chad's too out of it to notice how romantic the gesture feels.

After a moment Chad calms down a bit Robert stops leaving small marks on his back and looks at his face. His hair is barely in the ponytail anymore so Robert decides to pull the hair tie loose entirely. Robert can't help slide his fingers through the silky soft strands that cover his broad shoulders like a fancy curtain.

“Are you with me Chad?” Robert asks.

He gets a shaky nod and a soft uh-uh from the hero under him and Robert can't stop the smile creeping on his face.

“Good, that was number twenty. How are you feeling?”

He tucks a strand that has fallen over Chad's face behind his ear and looks at him. Chad looks back with teary eyes that are slightly glazed. He seems aware but dazed. Almost as if in a submissive headspace.

Robert loves this look on him but it's not what he wants for this next conversation. He might have gone a bit overboard with the spanking, but Chad was responding so well to the punishment and Robert might have gotten sidetracked. I almost forgot about the reason they were here in the first place.

“Feels good.” Chad says, his speech is a bit slurred.

Blinking slowly. Robert waits a bit longer until Chad seems to get less dazed and more aware of him waiting.

“Hello sweetheart, good to have you back, Robert smiles. “Normally I would have let you go fully under but I have to ask a few questions and I need you to be aware enough to answer them.”

Chad groans, and gives him a side eye.

Robert winces, “Sorry Chad, a mistake on my part.”

He is straight up petting Chad's head now but the man doesn't seem to mind. In fact he seems to lean into the caress.

“You're a normie bitch, can't help it. Forgive you I guess.” Robert chuckles, there is the brat he likes. Not that he would ever tell him that, he is already insufferable enough without him knowing.

“Okay, so here is the question. Do you still want the lesson today or another time? Because this already was an intense scene, I can understand if you want to do it another time. You'll still get to come, so don't worry about that.”

Chad thinks for a second. “No, I want the lesson today. I'm not a weak bitch, Robert.”

Robert sighs, and tries to tell him that's not the point.

“You're not a weak bitch if you-”

“I want it.”

Robert stops, and really looks at Chad. He is still flushed and his eyes are slightly shiny but not glazed. He looks wrecked but not out of it. He is telling him that he wants it.

“Okay, if you're sure let's move on to the lesson.” Robert says.

Robert reaches into his pants pocket and pulls out a chapstick. Not the best lube he knows, but he is sure that Chad rather has this then no lube at all. Robert is grateful he even has the chapstick at all. It was a present from Alice.

With present he means she threw it at him while insulting his lips.

‘At least fix your dry ass chapped lips Roberto. You can thank me later, when you can talk without them bursting open with the tiniest movement.’

She said and walked away before he could respond. Now he is definitely thanking her later. Not that she would know what he really is using it for but what she doesn't know doesn't hurt her.

He pulls off the cap with his teeth, Chad looks back at the sound. “Bitch you can't be serious.”

Robert chuckles, and spits the cap on the ground.

“I don't have anything else. Want me to stop?”

“…no”

Robert breaks the stick. He throws the tube on the ground as well, and breaks the wax like cylinder in half. He puts one half on the table for later and places the other half on top of Chad's ass.

“Spread your cheeks for me and make yourself hotter,” Robert commands.

He watches as Chad grabs his ass cheeks and pulls them apart. Robert feels the heat that starts coming off him and he can feel himself sweating through his work shirt. He hopes he doesn't end with embarrassing pit-stains, Chad definitely won't let that go uninsulted.

The chapstick starts to melt and oil starts to drip down Chad's crack over his hole, making the muscle shiny and slick.

“Cool down,” Robert says.

“Fuck, this is embarrassing,” Chad whines.

The heat starts to ebb away. Robert catches a droplet of oil that dripped down his taint and slides his thumb up to push it back to Chad's hole. He massages the oil on his rim, feeling the muscle twitch and soften under his finger.

“I can't believe I'm letting you fuck my ass with chapstick. It's for your lips Bob Bob, not for lube!”

“Oh is it?” Robert smirks. He leans down and kisses Chad's rim. Robert always loved eating ass and this one is the best by far.

Chad moans, “Fuck, Robert you- ahh.”

Robert licks inside the hot muscle and starts eating him out. The chapstick is flavorless so he only tastes Chad on his tongue. He wasn't planning on eating ass tonight but he just can't resist. Robert can feel how Chad's relaxing around his tongue, his burning insides are inviting him even deeper.

No, Robert can't get distracted again. He forces himself to pull back and stop fucking him with his tongue so he can move on. He can't help giving the hole a quick kiss before he moves away.

“What are you doing?” Chad asks. He is trying to look over his shoulder without moving his body.

“Preparing your punishment.”

Robert grabs the spoon he stole and the ginger. Chad picked out a good size, not too big but certainly not small either. Perfect for a nice stretch.

Robert watches as Chad starts to fidget. He has to force his eyes away from those perfect red cheeks to focus on the task at hand. While he peels the ginger he kicks Chad's foot to the side.

“Stand wider.”

Chad chokes off a sound and spreads his legs further.

“Good boy” Robert stops peeling to pat his ass and Chad moans at the praise.

“Do you know what figging is Chad?” Robert asks.

He's finished peeling the ginger and wipes his hand on his pants. He rubs his thumb over Chad's hole, making him shiver. He pushes the tip of his thumb in and stretches the rim to the side. There is enough lube inside for him to easily stretch the muscle open.

“Such a pretty color.” he mumbles, wishing he could take a picture. Chad is beautiful like this, bent over with his suit on his knees, ass and thighs bright red with a finger stretching his rim open.

“Ah~ Robert.” Chad gasps.

His ass clenches around him. He's trying to push back on the finger to take more. Robert pulls back and slaps him on his taint.

“Ah, ah, I asked you a question, didn't I. I want an answer.”

Chad knees jolt and he keens. “Sorry! Sorry. What-what was the question?”

“I said, do you know what figging is Chad?” Robert asks again.

He starts pushing his pointer finger inside. Chad's hot insides squeeze around him.

“No, I don't know.” Chad says.

Robert grabs the rest of the chapstick.

“Hand,” he orders.

Chad gives him his hand and Robert gives him the chapstick. Chad starts melting it immediately and Robert smiles. He is being so good.

“Lube yourself up for me,” Robert tells him.

Chad nods. He coats his middle finger and pointer finger in the oil and pushes them inside.
He is just slowly trusting them back and forth, sliding them further in with each push.

Robert watches Chad's finger himself. His own hand moves down to Chad's balls and massages them.

Chad's breathing hitches at the feeling. Robert rolls the sack in his fingers, feeling the balls under the skin. He could spend hours playing with them. Feeling them move under his hand, seeing how Chad reacts to a soft teasing finger tickling the fragile part. How he would respond to a harsh flick to the underside.

Unfortunately they don't have time for that today. Robert tries not to think of ‘maybe next time’ even though the thought makes something warm bloom in his chest. He returns to the lesson

“As you like to remind everyone: your skin can't be burned by heat. So to teach you a lesson, I had to get creative.”

Chad's hips suddenly jolts forward, and he gasps. Robert pauses his massaging and presses down on Chad's hand. He groans and his hips twitch slightly, like he tries to stop from grinding on his own fingers. Robert lets out a soft hum.

He pulls Chad's hand away and replaces it with his own. He finds his prostate pretty quickly, listening closely to Chad's moans.

Suddenly he presses down hard. “Ahhhh~ fuck! Fuck, Robert please!” Chad's nails are scratching on the table, making more stains on the already dirty table. His hips try to escape the assault on his prostate. They can't move far thanks to the wood under him and Robert simply follows his movement. After a few seconds he stops pressing down and Chad slumps down.

“Thank you,” he groans.

“Good boy, so polite.” He slips out his fingers and grabs the ginger.

“Luckily I had the world wide web at my fingertips and lots of curiosity, so I found a solution to our problem.”

Robert hovers the root over Chad's hole. He takes a moment to ready himself and squeeze his own hard cock in his pants before he gives the root a hard push.

“When the sensitive skin inside the anus gets in contact with ginger, it gives a burning sensation. Also known as figging.”

The root slides inside in one thrust. The muscle protests a tiny bit but Robert uses enough force to make it open up and take the ginger until his knuckles touch Chad's ass.

Chad's reaction was beautiful, his head flew back and he screamed. Robert was thankful that the office was empty because they would've definitely been caught otherwise.

“Ohh~ fuuuuuuck! That's so big! hnng~ ahh~ Robert!” Chad moans.

He arches his back. Robert can't stop staring at his rim, stuffed full and twitching around the ginger. He lets go of the ginger and waits until Chad starts feeling the burn.

Chad starts humping the air to try and fuck back on the root, and whines when he realizes Robert let go of it. He looked back at Robert with furrowed brows. He looks wrecked. Glossy lips, red face and a wet look in his eyes. Robert feels his pulse at the thought of breaking him completely.

He holds eye contact and sees the moment Chad feels it.

Chad brows stop furrowing and start raising, his eyes widen and his mouth drops open.

“Wait, what-ohhhh~ that feels weird.”

He starts squirming and Robert grabs him by his scrotum. Not hard but tight enough so they can't escape out of his grip. He rubs his thumb over the seam and just keeps watching.

Chad moans louder and his voice breaks. His hips are moving faster and more desperate.

“Ahhh, ahhh~ that tingles. What is happeni-nhgggg~ ohh shit. Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

He keeps clenching around the ginger. His neglected cock is leaking onto the floor. He is mindlessly rutting against the air, unable to get any relief on his cock.

“It's so warm, it feels weird~ ohh~ please~ it's getting hot! Robert! It's- its-”

Chad lets out a broken sob.

“It's burning!”

Chad starts moving away to try and escape the feeling but Robert was ready for it. The grip on his balls tighten and he pulls him back.

“No, this is your lesson. Chad, stay,” Robert tells him.

He slides the other hand over his spine until he reaches Chad's hair and pulls his head back so he can look into his eyes.

Tears. Beautiful big tears are streaming down Chad's face. His amber eyes shine bright behind his lashes and drool is dripping down his chin. He looks debauched. Ruined for anyone else.

“I can't! Ahh~ It's too much!” Chad sobs, “Please, I'm sorry!”

Robert grabs the ginger and pulls it back an inch before thrusting it back inside.

“Noooo~ Please, please~”

Robert ignores Chad's begging and starts fucking him with the ginger. Angling it down so it hits his prostate with every thrust.

“No baby, this is your lesson. You keep burning people. I've warned you so many times but I've run out of patience. Even if I pull out, it will keep burning. There is nothing you can do. So let go.” Robert tells him.

Chad's fully leaning on the table, his legs have given out underneath him. His cock is slapping against the underside of the table, the head flushed so dark it looks painful. He makes these broken ‘ahh~ ahh~’ sounds between sobs and struggles to take full breaths.

Robert can't help wishing he carried a condom so he could fuck Chad, his hand is starting to cramp and he can't fuck him as hard as he wants in fear of the ginger breaking.

Fuck, he needs to see more.

He stops his hand and uses every strength he has to roll Chad over on his back. He lifts his legs up until his calves rest on Robert's shoulder. This angle shows him everything. This is a sight he will see every time he jerks off for the next few years.

“Please~ I'm sorry. I won't burn good people anymore~” Chad hiccups. “I promise! It feels so good and bad! I wanna come~"

“Yeah, you wanna come baby. You think you learned your lesson? Want me to jerk you off with my hand that touched the ginger? Do you want me to set your poor cock on fire too?” Robert whispers, leaning down to Chad's face. Chad nods, sticking out his tongue.

“Please~”

Robert rewards him by licking Chad's tongue before kissing him filthy. Chad's sloppily trying to kiss back. His hand reaches around Chad's cock and he starts jerking him off roughly. Chad's sobbing and whining in his mouth, while Robert pulls him right over the edge.

Chad screams inside Robert's mouth, the sensation of his cock and ass burning too much. He jerks, eyes rolling back while riding wave after wave of his orgasm.

Robert pulls out the ginger and starts rutting his clothed cock against Chad's sore hole. He is so close it only takes him a few thrusts to come as well.

It's the best orgasm he had in a long time and it's inside his boxers. He tries not to think about how embarrassing that is.

He drops down onto Chad and lets himself catch his breath. Chad is still sobbing, every now and then he keens and shudders and his poor soft cock twitches in overstimulation. It still burns.

Robert pulls himself up and looks at the man he just fucked with a vegetable and he can just see the HR violations flash before his eyes. He really shouldn't forget to wipe the security tapes before leaving.

A loud sob breaks through his internal dilemma and he quickly remembers that he should focus on the situation at hand.

“Robert- was I good? Are you still mad? It still burns but less.”

Chad's voice is shaking and he is sniffing pathetically. It's not supposed to look that cute on a grown man, a meta-human nonetheless, but it shoots straight through Robert's heart.

“Shhhhh, baby you did so well for me. I am so proud of you Chad. Come here sweetheart.”

Chad leans up and clumsily turns around so he can sit up against the table. His hair is a mess and tears are streaming down his cheeks. There is a red spot on the right side of his face from lying on the hard surface for so long and there is a drool on his chin.

Robert hasn't seen anything more gorgeous in his life.

Robert grabs the towel he also stole from the breakroom and wipes most of the mess off Chad and helps him with pulling his suit up so he isn't standing with his dick out in the open.

“Can I get a hug?” Chad asks.

The thought of denying him doesn't even cross Robert's mind.

“Of course, take what you need. I'm here.”

He pulls him in and it's a bit awkward with Chad being taller and broader so Robert can't fully hold him. His arms don't reach all the way around his muscled back but Chad relaxes against him anyway.

Robert slides one hand in his hair to pet him and softly scratch his scalp and rubs his side in comfort. He whispers a few more praises and encouraging words in Chad's ear until the shaking completely stops

And if he still holds on a few minutes longer nobody has proof of that.

Chad takes a deep breath and rises from his hiding space. He looks Robert in the eyes and searches for something on Robert's face. Robert waits for him to break the silence they were resting in. It feels like a pretty important conversation is needed.

“I need a bath.”

Robert snorts, alright maybe not. Seems like they're not having a serious conversation.

“Shut up bitch-bob and let me finish,” Chad whines.

Robert waves his hand to sign to keep going.

“I need a bath but I can't be alone right now after such a heavy scene. Especially since I wasn't mentally prepared for it.”

Robert winces, yeah not his best moment. He was just so angry and horny to really practice the ‘safe, sane and consensual’ he normally uses in scenes.

Chad rolls his eyes.

“Stop worrying Rob. I didn't do anything I didn't want to bitch.”

Chad sighs and takes a deep breath,“I'm trying to invite you over, okay? We could clean up, have a drink and maybe even have a talk.”

Robert's eyes widened in surprise. He didn't expect that. He was kinda preparing for a punch or a HR write up. Or even a ‘thanks for the sex, let's never talk about this again’.

“Oh.”

Chad tenses up and looks away. Taking Robert's tone as rejection.

“Nevermind, forget it. I didn-"

“No, wait. I want that too.” Robert says, before Chad spirals.

Chad blinks and then blushes.

"Oh, Okay. I still need a moment though. My toes are still tingling."

Robert laughs.