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When he had found out that Robert Robertson, his dispatcher, the man that he was trying his best to not admit that he was attracted to, was in fact Mecha Man, the man who cut off his fucking fingers, Hafiz was beyond pissed. It wasn’t a “punch a wall and be okay” kind of pissed or a “take a walk to cool down” kind of pissed, rather it was a “almost destroy everything he’d worked so hard to build” kind of pissed. After quite literally trying to murder Robert, he’d flown off in a rage and set fire to some old shit he’d scrounged specifically for crashouts like this--something his mandated therapist had recommended.
A few days later, after Invisibitch (he didn’t care that she changed her name, she was still a fucking bitch who turned invisible) invited him to Robert’s “housewarming party,” he’d come to the conclusion that punching him once a month was enough payment for his missing fingers and missing tooth. And he was content with that.
Then Shroud and the Red Ring happened and he was forced to reckon with the fact that he did in fact have a fondness for the dispatcher, and that seeing Mecha Bitch fight in person was a little cool when they were on the same side. Only a little cool though. The fear he had felt upon watching Robert hand over both the real and prototype astral pulses had snuck up on him with such intense ferocity. He tried to tell himself it was fear of Shroud winning. It wasn’t a convincing enough argument.
After the whole ordeal ended, Shroud in custody and the Red Ring disbanded, he tried to fall back into routine, the steady pattern of answering calls and being the best member of Z-Team ever (he didn’t actually need to try for the latter part). Clean up after Shroud was a bitch and a half, but he could never voice the relief he felt hearing Robert’s voice in his ear, bossing him around, instead of some replacement following what could’ve been Robert’s death.
When it was time for Hafiz to punch the dispatcher for being Mecha Bitch, he still did, but he put noticeably less force behind it. Robert had barely even stumbled. Then Hafiz cooked him dinner, citing his superior skills and Robert’s flat ass as reason enough. Robert had complied, albeit very hesitantly. Not as though he didn’t want it, though, but rather that he wasn’t sure he should be allowed it.
He ate two helpings that night and brought leftovers for lunch the next day at Hafiz’s badgering.
When he had told Alice about it, she had lowered her visor to make sure he knew she was making eye contact and very pointedly asked, “Now when did I use my powers on you? Because there is no way in hell you should be this motherfucking blind.” And that had made Hafiz think. What made him so concerned about Robert?
Sure, he had a tendency to be a “mother hen,” as his sister often called him. And maybe he was always adamant that Alice had enough to eat, especially on days where she was dispatched more often than usual. So what? He wanted his family to be okay.
He just didn’t know when he had started extending that want to Robert.
What-fucking-ever, just because the man had beautiful hair--that was probably begging for an actual conditioning--and an attractive face with cute freckles, and a nice body--FUCK. Yeah, he knew what Alice meant.
Hafiz wanted to fuck his dispatcher. Who was also Mecha Man. What the fuck.
He wasn’t even sure if Robert was into men. But alas, while Hafiz might be a lot of things, a coward he is not. So he devised a plan.
Mecha Dick
hey
when and where do you want to punch me
Flambitch
Meet me outside your sad apartment in two hours. Wear something decent.
And change my name bitch
When Hafiz pulled up in his Pontiac Firebird, he noticed that Robert was very much wearing a work shirt and some cheap ass khakis. Thankfully, Hafiz prepared for this, and got reservations at a slightly less upscale restaurant than he’d have liked. That’s right, he was going to wine and dine this bitch. And hopefully get some dick out of it. But first, he had to rile the dispatcher up, just a little. So he laid on the horn.
Pissed, Robert ran towards him, aggressively pulling on the door handle. When Hafiz unlocked it, Robert was yelling. “I have neighbors, asshole! They already don’t like me, I can’t get another complaint. Fuck.” He sank into the passenger seat, slowly buckling and shutting the door with a soft “thump!” He turned to Hafiz and sighed. “Where are you even taking me? If you’re going to kill me, at least let me know so Chase can take care of Beef.”
Hafiz scoffed. “I’m not going to kill you, Robitch. We are going to eat so you can get some meat on your flat ass. Now shut up and let me drive in peace.” He hesitated for a moment before tossing Robert his phone. “And pick something good for us to listen to. None of that stupid shit that Wetfartboy likes.”
Robert rolled his eyes but didn’t even bother chastising him this time. Instead, he scrolled through Hafiz’s Spotify before putting on his “4 the girls and the gays” playlist, Britney Spears blasting out of the very out of place carplay.
Hafiz laughed in surprise, happy with the turn of events. “Unexpected, but good choice. Good boy, Robert,” he purred, taking a peek at the other’s reaction. There wasn’t much evidence that the man had even heard it, besides red ears and cheeks. Oh, he liked that. “I should have you choose my playlist more often if you keep this up.”
Robert didn’t dignify him with a response, instead opting to look out the window, watching the buildings pass them by. When they pulled up to the restaurant, he shot Hafiz a panicked look. “Flambae, why are we at an upscale restaurant? We can’t eat here.”
Hafiz raised a brow. “First of all, I am off the clock. Do not call me Flambae, I have a name. Second of all, I told you, we are putting meat on your bones. Why are you being a little bitch about this?”
“Okay, Chad, maybe some of us get prettier paychecks than others. I’m broke. That what you wanted to hear? I can’t fucking afford this place.”
Hafiz clapped his shoulder, rolling his eyes. “Then it’s a good fucking thing you’re not paying.” He unbuckled and got out, ducking down to look at a dumbfounded Robert. “C’mon, Bob Bob, we’re going to miss the reservation.” He shut the door, but didn’t miss Robert mouthing the word “reservation” to himself.
Oh this was going to be a good night.
Instead of taking Robert back home after dinner, Hafiz drove back to his own apartment. The dispatcher didn’t say anything, instead sporting a grim look on his face as they headed inside, as if he were heading to his death. “Take your shoes off,” Hafiz ordered as soon as they stepped into the apartment. Robert grumbled, but complied. He strutted to the couch, occasionally checking to make sure his dispatcher was trailing behind him. “Sit.”
Robert complied, but not before asking, “Okay, you’re acting weird. What is this? When am I getting punched so I can go home?”
Hafiz groaned. “You are such a little bitch.” He turned so he was facing Robert. “I did not invite you to dinner solely out of the goodness of my heart--”
“Clearly,” Robert cut him off.
“Do not interrupt me.” He took a moment, testing if Robert would listen. When he did, he continued, “Good boy. Now listen. I did not invite you solely out of the goodness of my heart. I did have an ulterior motive. I have decided I cannot bring myself to punch you every month. However, I have something I’d like to do instead.” Robert didn’t interrupt him, but he did raise a brow, giving an otherwise deadpan look. “Robert, can I kiss you?”
Robert’s mouth opened slightly, dazed. He was still for a moment before nodding, whispering a small, “Yeah.”
Hafiz smiled and pressed his lips to the dispatcher’s, reveling in the soft velvety feel. Robert was a surprisingly good kisser, moving his lips in time with Hafiz’s, opening up when Hafiz’s tongue licked at the seam of his mouth. He let out a soft moan as Hafiz’s tongue entered his mouth, exploring the new area and dancing along the other’s tongue.
Hafiz slid a hand up to cradle Robert’s face and the man’s arms came to grip at Hafiz’s sleeves. His other hand went to Robert’s lower back and he groaned into Hafiz’s mouth at the feeling. Slowly, Hafiz pushed Robert back until he was laying on the couch, Hafiz hovering above him, still kissing him. When he finally pulled away for air, both men were on the verge of panting.
“I can’t punch you every month,” Hafiz started, running his thumb across Robert’s lower lip. “But I’d like to fuck you, if you’re okay with that.” The flush on Robert’s face only darkened.
“Fuck, yes, please.”
Hafiz grinned. “Baby, I’m going to make you forget your name.” He reveled in the way Robert’s breath hitched, fingers teasing at the buttons of his shirt. “Let’s get this off now, shall we?” Slowly, he began unbuttoning the shirt, taking his time going from one to the next, watching the way the dispatcher writhed below him, impatient.
“Hurry up,” he complained, although it came out more like a whine. “You’re so fucking slow.”
Hafiz peeled the shirt off of the man’s torso. “You take what I give you. If I say we go slow, we go fucking slow. Is that understood?”
This time, Robert actually whined. “Shit, yes.” Hafiz smirked as he leaned down for another kiss, fingers skimming Robert’s waistband. Robert hungrily returned the kiss until Hafiz’s fingers found the button of the pants. He pulled back in a hurry, avoiding eye contact. Hafiz opened his mouth to ask if he was okay, but the dispatcher beat him. “Shit, I forgot. Uh, I know you’re gay and only have sex with men…” Where the fuck was this going? “I’m… I’m, uh, trans. So I may have different… equipment down there than you’re used to. Or attracted to.”
What a dumb bitch. Hafiz grabbed his chin, forcing eye contact. “You’re right, I’m only attracted to and have sex with men.” Robert dropped his gaze again, biting his lip. “So am I going to fuck you or what? You’re a man, Bobert. And, somehow, I am attracted to you.”
Robert’s eyes flicked back up to his in surprise, pupils blowing at whatever look he saw on Hafiz’s face. “Yeah,” he laughed, breathless. “Fuck me, Chad.”
“Okay, we’re not doing that.” Robert’s face fell. “The name my mother gave me when I was born is Hafiz. Call me that, not my American name.”
“Hafiz,” he breathed like it was sacred. And fuck, Hafiz was hard now.
“Yeah, azizam. Good boy.” He was rewarded with a breathy moan and his hands rested at his waistband once more. “Now, one last thing, if it’s ever too much and you need me to stop, you say the word ‘red,’ you understand?” Robert nodded. “Good. Can I finally take these off?” Robert nodded vigorously, a small “yes” slipping out. He unbuttoned the pants and in one swift motion, took both his pants and boxers off, earning him a delicious gasp. “Fuck,” he swore at the sight. “So wet for me. So pretty, too.” It wasn’t a lie, the glistening folds framed by curly, but trimmed auburn hair. He kissed Robert’s tummy, just below the navel. “Can I eat you out?”
Robert’s breath hitched. “Please, Hafiz, fuck.” That’s all it took for him to dive in, licking at the folds with a fervor, hands exploring the torso above. He rolled a nipple between this finger and thumb, basking in the broken moan he received as the ex-hero writhed and trembled beneath him.
It didn’t take long for Hafiz to get Robert to his first climax of the night, but it certainly wouldn’t be his last. As the man pulsed beneath his tongue, he ran soothing hands down his sides, moving his head the moment the twitching seemed to turn painful, instead moving to kiss him again. Robert moaned at the taste of himself on his tongue and Hafiz dragged two fingers through the slick, and broke apart the kiss, pushing the wet fingers into his mouth instead.
He was rewarded with another delicious whine as the tongue dutifully cleaned the pads of his fingers. He slowly pulled his fingers out, dragging the mixture of fluids down Robert’s chin. Without warning, he dove back in, eating Robert out like a man starved once more. This time, he moved between lapping at the folds and sucking at the man’s little cock. Every time he did, the man’s hips bucked in small, aborted thrusts, and Hafiz had to hold his hips down, an action that caused more whines.
“Please, Hafiz, please fuck me,” Robert started begging. “I’ll be good, just please get inside me, please, please.”
Hafiz gave a particularly harsh suck to his cock, and Robert practically sobbed. He pulled off and looked the trembling man in the eyes. “I told you, you take what I give you, dumb bitch.” That earned a particularly loud moan. “Oh you like that? Just like when I called you a good boy?” A beautiful whine filled his ears. “I should keep you like this, just a stupid little slut to use when I need to blow off steam. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, baby?”
Robert began to nod. “Yes sir, please, touch me, use me. Please, I need it.” Hafiz realized that he’d stopped touching Robert in his fun teasing the man. He apologetically rubbed his hip before pressing one finger in at the dispatcher’s entrance, waiting for permission. “Please, need you in me.” Hafiz took that as permission and pushed in, not needing lube with how wet the man was.
He started thrusting in and out, just getting him used to having something in him. He went back to sucking off the man’s cock, basking in the whimpers and groans he was pulling out of him. He pushed a second finger in, curling it to find a specific spot. He knew he found it when Robert let out another sob, followed quickly by another orgasm.
“Fuck,” Hafiz swore. “You’re so desperate to cum on my fingers, huh? So desperate to be good for me?” He hadn’t pulled his fingers out, instead letting the man clench around them. Robert nodded with a fervor, still riding the high of his second climax. Hafiz felt an uncharacteristic moment of softness and before he could talk himself out of it, placed gentle lips to Robert’s forehead where his bangs lay flat, damp with sweat. “You’re doing so good, baby.” Robert whined at the praise and Hafiz smiled against his skin. “Let’s get to an actual bed so I can fuck you properly. Think you can walk?”
Robert groaned. “Fuck, I don’t know. Think you turned my legs to jello.” Hafiz hummed, sliding a hand under his back, then slipping his fingers out. Robert let out a pathetic whine at the loss. “No,” he whimpered. “Need you in me, please Hafiz.” The man huffed out a laugh, hooking his other arm under Robert’s knees and pulling him into a bridal carry, moving them to the bedroom. “You’re so mean.”
Hafiz raised a brow, smirking at the naked dispatcher as he set him on the bed. “Oh, baby, you shouldn’t have said that. I’ll show you mean.” Robert shivered at the words, pupils somehow dilating even more. “Yeah, you like that? Should’ve known Mecha Bitch would be a goddamn whore.” He climbed on the bed and shoved his fingers back in with no warning, drawing a sharp gasp out of the man beneath him.
“Fuck, faster, please.” Hafiz’s grin grew, as he slowed his fingers. “What, no, no, please, Hafiz, sir, please I’ve been good, please.”
He began to place kisses on his abdomen, sluggishly trailing his lips up the scarred torso. “You beg so prettily,” he murmured. Then, softer, he added, “Just one more, okay? Then I’ll fuck you.” Robert nodded as he bit back a sob. Hafiz began to stroke the man’s cock between two fingers on the hand currently not inside him, still planting kisses lazily on his front.
After placing one last kiss on his sternum, Hafiz laved his tongue over a nipple, and Robert cried out a breathy, “Fuck!” as he tightened around Hafiz’s fingers. He pulled away from the nipple, just barely, blowing cool air on it, watching with great delight as Robert’s hips bucked involuntarily. He repeated the process with the other nipple, adding in some teeth and growing impossibly harder at the keening spilling from Robert’s throat. The sounds came to a head as he reached his third orgasm, hands flying up to Hafiz’s shoulders and gripping, tight.
“That feel good, Rob?” He only got a moan in response, the man still fluttering wildly around him. Hafiz chuckled. “I bet. But it’s gonna feel even better when it’s my cock.” He slowly pulled his fingers out, laughing again as Robert squirmed at the empty feeling. He shushed him by putting his cum-covered fingers in Robert’s mouth, smirking at the enthusiastic suckling. Shifting for better balance, Hafiz ended up with one clothed knee between Robert’s legs, just a breadth away from his drooling hole.
He pulled his fingers out from Robert’s mouth, wiping the drool on his cheek this time, and now was unbuttoning his own shirt, leaning down to kiss him as he did. He took his time, enjoying the sensation of the kiss, slipping his tongue into the other’s mouth. He hummed contentedly into the kiss, and Robert responded with a groan. He almost had the shirt off when he felt a pressure on his knee and lower thigh, moving up and down rhythmically. Robert was grinding on his denim-clad leg.
He pulled away from the kiss. “Oh,” he breathed, awestruck at the sight. “And here I thought you were ready to get fucked by me.”
Robert whined. “Taking too long. Need you now.” He tried to pull away, clearly expecting Hafiz to finish undressing and finally take him, but Hafiz had other plans now.
“No, no,” he tutted. “You’re the one who couldn’t wait. You’re going to cum now from riding my leg, like the dumb mutt you are.” Robert flushed impossibly deeper at the comment. Hafiz rolled his eyes, spitting out, “Humping my leg like a damn dog, what kind of hero are you?”
Robert’s hips bucked right up against the denim. Hafiz motioned for him to keep going and so he did, red with arousal and shame. He tried to sit up for a better angle, but couldn’t keep himself upright. After his arms collapsed three times, he looked up at Hafiz with unshed tears in his eyes. “Please, sir, help me. I can’t… I can’t--can’t sit up on my own.”
“Good boy,” he muttered, “using your words so well.” He pulled Robert up and flush to his chest. “Now go on, ride me.” The dispatcher started moving his hips feverishly, chasing the friction beneath him. He turned his head to hide it in Hafiz’s neck. Now that wouldn’t do. Hafiz grasped Robert’s hair and yanked, causing the unshed tears to finally cascade down his face, a broken whimper escaping. “If you’re going to act like a whore, you’re going to sound like one too.”
“F-Fuck, Hafiz…” He tried to hold onto Hafiz’s shoulder, hands trembling from the three previous orgasms and the strain of chasing a fourth. Nails dug into Hafiz’s skin and he basked in the slight sting, even if there was really just minimal damage. “Please…” Neither man knew what Robert was even begging for, but he continued to babble pleas under his breath between whimpers and moans, grinding like the world depended on it.
Hafiz angled Robert’s head so he could capture his lips in another kiss, biting his lower lip as he pulled away, drawing more delicious noises from Robert’s throat. “Wow,” Hafiz laughed, “Who knew Mecha Man was so vocal in bed. Dumb bitch.” He spat the last words, smacking Robert’s ass.
“Ah!” Robert cried out, tears flowing down his face as his hips stuttered, reaching climax number four. He stopped grinding, but Hafiz grabbed his hips and forced him to continue. “Please, it’s too much… fuck…”
Hafiz faked a concerned look. “Too much, huh? Guess I won’t be able to fuck you then tonight.”
Robert, clearly too out of it to realize the game, panicked, pleas quickly switching tunes. “No, please, fuck me, I need you.” Hafiz laughed, laying the man back down. His jeans were probably ruined but it was totally worth it. He finally stepped out of his pants and boxers, removing them both at the same time. Robert groaned at the sight of the cock before him. “Fuck… Gonna fill me up so well…” He spread his legs preemptively, open and inviting. Hafiz stared, entranced for just a moment, before noticing how red and inflamed Robert was.
“Rob, pause for a second.” Robert looked up at him, confused. “Azizam, you gave yourself carpet burn. Are you sure you want me to fuck you?”
Robert groans. “Please, s’gonna hurt so good.” Hafiz mirrored his groan, grabbing his thighs and pushing them further apart. He reached towards his bedside drawer to grab a condom, but Robert’s hand caught his wrist. He pointed at a scar on his lower abdomen. “See this? Got my uterus out, can’t get knocked up. I haven’t had sex in years, I’m clean, I promise, please just fuck me raw.” Hafiz felt his dick twitch.
He ran a hand down one of Robert’s thighs, almost reverently, before grabbing both ankles and tossing them over his shoulders. He rubbed the tip of his cock against Robert’s a few times before finally pushing in, Robert letting out a breathy gasp as the head breached him and Hafiz following it with a groan. “Fuck,” he drawled. “You feel so good. So tight.” He continued slowly pushing in.
Robert somehow found the energy to smirk--Hafiz would have to fix that--and purred, “Just for you, Hafiz.” The cadence of his voice when he said Hafiz’s name made his dick twitch and with a growl, he suddenly thrusted in, bottoming with no warning, causing the dispatcher beneath him to sharply gasp. “Shit,” he moaned, hands twisting in the sheets below. Hafiz took the opportunity to lean over Robert and kiss him, while effectively pressing his knees almost to his shoulders, folding him in half.
“Gonna fuck that smirk right off that face.” That was the only warning Robert got before Hafiz started thrusting, slow, steady, but hard and was instantly rewarded with a long, high pitched moan. “Fuck, s’like you were made for me.”
Robert whined at the words. “Hafiz--shit! I can--hah… I can feel you in my throat.” His hands scrabbled to Hafiz’s shoulders, nails digging into the skin there as he desperately hung on. “Fill me so good…”
Hafiz nipped at his earlobe, relishing in the pitchy moan right next to his ear. “Of course I do,” he purred. “I’m going to fuck you so well, you’ll never want anyone else’s dick in you again.” He moved one hand, the one with missing fingers, to Robert’s cheek, caressing it a few times before placing his thumb on his lower lip. Robert opened up before even having to be told and Hafiz chuckled, settling his thumb on Robert’s tongue with a particularly harsh thrust as reward. “You’re so eager to please, a well behaved slut, all mine for the taking.”
Robert whimpered, nodding as tears began to well up again, seemingly overwhelmed from all of the sensations. Hafiz’s other hand started stroking his flank, helping calm him somewhat. Once satisfied, he removed his thumb from his mouth and placed it on Robert’s lower stomach, right where he was fucking into, and pressed, earning the loudest moan of the night. “Fuck, Hafiz!” he shouted, thighs beginning to tremble, but from exertion or getting close to orgasm, Hafiz wasn’t quite sure.
He left his hand there, a light, but constant pressure, to remind Robert of who he belonged to, while also speeding up his thrusts. He wasn’t entirely cruel though, leaning down for another kiss, this one longer and more calming. The hand on Robert’s side moved to wipe the tears that had fallen down the sides of his face, then stroking it, laughing gently as Robert struggled to choose whether to lean into the hand or the kiss. He pulled back from the kiss, huffing lightheartedly at a whine from Robert, who was looking up at him with his big, sad, cow eyes. “Shh, you’re doing so good for me, azizam.”
Robert flushed even deeper, a beautiful red overtaking his face, neck, and upper chest. Hafiz placed a kiss to the dip of his collarbone, suckling slightly at the skin, reveling in the moan that vibrated beneath him. “Ha--Hafiz… ‘M close.” He wasn’t the only one. The familiar sensation of an impending climax was building in his gut, threatening to overtake all of his senses--and he was ready to welcome it.
He ran his thumb across his dispatcher’s bottom lip, reverently. “I’m close too. Just let go, baby.” Robert poked his tongue out to press against the pad of his thumb, silently begging Hafiz to push it in his mouth. He silently complied. His hips began to lose their rhythm, inching closer and closer to a precipice of pleasure.
Robert sucked fervently on the digit in his mouth, eyes beginning to unfocus as he neared his own climax. Another tear escaped, making its way down his cheek. His breathing began to shift, short inhales followed by long pauses before exhaling, a pattern Hafiz had picked up on during his previous four orgasms. Robert was extremely close.
“Rob, baby, where should I--fuck--where should I finish?” He removed his thumb, much to Robert’s chagrin, to allow him to respond.
“Inside, please, need you to fill me up. Please, Hafiz.” And shit, if that didn’t spur him on, nothing would. Like a man possessed, he grabbed both hips and began to slam into the man, using his hands to pull Robert off and back down onto his cock as he thrusted into him. “Fuck, I’m coming, Hafiz--” Robert let out a scream as his back arched, fingers clutching the sheets, knuckles white, as he came around Hafiz’s cock.
The spasms milked his dick as he thrust once, twice, thrice more into the heat around him before burying himself deep and spilling into his Robert. He groaned as he came, hands gripping hips hard enough to bruise, forehead resting on the clavicle beneath him. “Fuck, azizam, you were perfect.” When there was no response, he lifted his head, looking to the man beneath him.
Robert’s eyes were closed, fingers still gripping the sheets, clearly not yet down from this high yet. That was okay, he didn’t have to be back on Earth just yet. He pulled out with care, ignoring the loud whimper from Robert at the sensation of being empty. Hafiz briefly entertained the idea of eating his cum out of Robert, but since he wasn’t lucid yet, he wasn’t going to do that. Perhaps another time.
Gingerly, he made his way into the bathroom, turning the water to warm and running a bath for the dispatcher. While the water ran, he searched his drawers for old clothes that might fit Robert with mild success. The sweats would probably fit, although the shirt may be too big. And he thankfully had a pack of mislabeled, too small boxers that he’d been too lazy to return (he lost the receipt and didn’t want to argue with a minimum wage worker who hadn’t done anything wrong).
With impeccable timing, Robert only came too right when the bath was ready. “‘S happening?” he slurred as Hafiz took him in his arms, carrying him to the tub.
“Shh, I’m getting you cleaned up.” He gently set him into the water and a triumphant smile crossed his face as Robert groaned, sinking into the heat. “Feel good, baby?”
He nodded, face reddening at the pet name. “Baby? We’re not going another round, are we? I don’t know if I can handle it.”
Hafiz chuckled as he rubbed shampoo into Robert’s hair. “What, am I too much for you?” he teased. Before Robert could answer, he demanded, “Head back,” rinsing the soap from Robert’s head once he complied. “How fuzzy is your brain still?”
Robert blinked but responded, “Mainly back online. I think I leaked my brain all over your cock. Seriously, five orgasms? Dude, I didn’t even know I could do that.”
Hafiz hummed, “Okay, you can put your head how it was. One, don’t call me dude when I had my dick in you not even five minutes ago. Two, I would’ve drawn more out of you if you would’ve let me.” Robert groans at the idea, half turned on, half scared of the notion. “Three, this is aftercare, bitch, and that includes the pet names and other nice shit.” He languidly drug his nails across Robert’s scalp as emphasis. “Let me take care of you,” he murmured.
Robert blinked, borderline confused. Then he huffed. “Whatever you say.” A moment later, he tacked on, “Thank you.”
He tenderly finished with Robert’s hair before moving onto his body, allowing him to do his own lower half after much insistence. With great care, he maneuvered the man out of the tub, drying him off with his powers, and trying to help dress him, with no success. He had much more success in wrangling him into bed, though, despite his protests.
“I can just sleep on the couch, I’ll be fine, I promise.”
Hafiz huffed. “What did I just say about aftercare? Get in bed, bitch.” He only laid down once Robert had, gently pulling him in to cuddle. The warmth drained all the fight out of him, because he laid there, pliant, as Hafiz ran his hand up and down his clothed spine. “So stubborn until you get cuddled with, huh?”
Robert groaned. “Feels good on my back. Those cracks you hear aren’t just dramatic effect, y’know.”
It was Hafiz’s turn to groan. “Take your shirt off, turn onto your stomach.”
“I thought we weren’t going another round,” Robert whined, but complied anyway. Hafiz filed that away to worry about later, focusing instead on taking care of his dispatcher.
“We’re not.” He didn’t offer any more of an explanation, instead warming his hands and beginning to work the knots in Robert’s back, drawing moans and whines out of the man. “Damn, Bob Bob, you’re even more vocal now than you were when we were fucking,” he teased.
Robert let out a petulant whine. “Fuck you, it feels so good…” His voice devolved into another groan as Hafiz hit a particularly stubborn knot. “This is not normal aftercare.”
Hafiz briefly paused, leading Robert to whimper, missing the sensation of hands rubbing his stress away. “You’re right.” Robert stiffened. “It’s not typical aftercare.” He placed a hand on Robert’s back again, this time rubbing it up and down slowly while maintaining the heat.
Robert melted at the touch, but seemingly kept his brain in tact, because he was able to keep talking. “Then why go through all this trouble? Especially for revenge sex?”
It was Hafiz’s turn to stiffen. “Robert. Please tell me you don’t think that I fucked you to get back at you.”
“Well you’re doing it instead of punching me so I just assumed it was a different form of revenge…”
Hafiz’s voice was particularly stricken as he asked, “And you just went along with it? You were okay with the idea of letting me use you?” He suddenly felt sick, acid rising in his throat.
Robert turned his head to look at Hafiz over his shoulder, seemingly shocked at Hafiz’s horrified reaction. “Uh… yeah? I mean, it’s just sex, and you’ve already been much more kind and attentive to me than my partners in the past.”
“What the fuck. What is wrong with you? I--” he started sputtering, upset at so many aspects of this fucked up situation. “No, Robert, I didn’t bring you to a fancy dinner and eat you out and fuck you because I want revenge. I did it because I fucking like your normie ass and want to date you. And I thought we were on the same fucking page.”
There was silence. Then, “Oh.” Robert’s voice was small, not scared, but more so shocked, scared, unsure. He opened his mouth and closed it a few times, but finally said, “I didn’t know you felt that way. Not sure what you see in me, you’re much out of my league.”
Hafiz sighed. “Bob Bob, sweetheart, you quite literally saved my life by making me turn it around for the better.” Robert looked ready to argue, but Hafiz continued before he could. “But, even if you hadn’t, you’re still a fucking genius with a heart of gold, an outstanding example of a hero. You’re the bitch who holds the Z-team together and who gave us all second chances, despite how horribly we treated you.
“You are so kind, sometimes to a fault, and you barely understand what it means to be selfish. You’re witty and sarcastic and you know just what to say, even if its a fucking inspirational speech at the most annoying of times.” He cupped Robert’s face, cradling it like it was a treasure. “And it doesn’t hurt that you’re fucking gorgeous. Scars and all. You’re beautiful, azizam.”
Robert’s bottom lip was trembling, his eyes glossy, but he minutely shook his head before crashing his lips into Hafiz’s while turning onto his back. He hooked his arms around Hafiz’s shoulders and pulled him down, tangling fingers into long, silky hair. Hafiz didn’t react at first, mind still buffering, but the moment he realized what was happening, he reciprocated, bringing his other hand to rest on Robert’s lower bicep, humming into the kiss. When they finally pulled apart, Hafiz was treated to a wonderful sight--Robert, staring up at him with his big cow eyes, lips swollen and slightly parted, face flushed.
“I’ve been interested in you for a while,” he admitted softly. “I never pursued you though, because I never thought you’d want me in return.” An ache made itself known in Hafiz’s chest at the confession. How could he not have?
“Azizam, I want you more than anything in the universe.” He drug the back of his fingers against Robert’s cheek with a featherlight touch.
Robert’s flush deepened. “You can have me, you already do.”
“You’re mine?” Robert nodded. “Mine. You’re mine.” He pulled Robert in and rolled them onto their sides, pressing his face into his shoulder, hand possessively covering the back of his head. “I’m not letting you go, y’know.”
Robert hummed into his shirt. “Good, because I never want you to.”