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He hadn’t meant for Robert to see it – it was an accident. The two of them had been lounging together on the sofa, Robert laid back against Herm’s damp chest, idly gazing at the video he had pulled up on his phone – he was showing Robert the recording of the press conference that he hadn’t been able to go to, the very first that Herm had been invited to as a hero on behalf of SDN. It had been a particular success, as public speaking wasn’t exactly Herm’s strong suit, and he had managed to get a good several sentences about the new SDN trainee program out with just minimal stuttering. Robert had kissed his cheek, telling him “See? Told you you could do it.”
It was after the video had ended, when Herman was scrolling through his saved tab to close it out that Robert saw the thumbnail.
“Hey, wait, is that me?” he asked. Herman felt the air rush out of his lungs.
“Hu– hm?” he asked, fumbling with his fingers to try to close the tab. They had dampened almost immediately upon hearing the question, delaying his ability to close the app before Robert took the phone from him and scrolled back to the video, tapping it and letting it play.
“Is that. . .” he asked, furrowing his brow. “That looks like the convenience store on Del Amo. This must be pretty old. I haven’t done any hero work there since like. . .” he trailed off, trying to remember.
“2016,” Herman supplied, mournfully.
“Yeah, that sounds right.” Herman knowing the year didn’t alarm him – he knew his brain was sort of like a filing cabinet of Hero facts, a database that documented even the most inane details about his favorite Heroes’ whereabouts throughout time. Though he didn’t quite understand it, he did find it endearing. And it had certainly come in handy at work, here and there.
“When did you save this?” he asked, and he minimized the video, looking for a playlist date that did not exist. “Recently? I’ve never seen this one.”
“It’s, um. Older. I have – save, a lot of Mecha Ma– hero, videos,”
“Sure, but this one? This wasn’t a very interesting bust. It’s one guy. A robber. I’m not even in the Mech. . . And the video kind of sucks, too,” he pointed out, nodding his chin toward the screen, video still playing in picture-in-picture mode over the list of videos in Herm’s favorites folder, descending in order of date. “It’s just CCTV footage.”
“They’re all interesting to me.” It wasn’t a lie. They were all interesting to him. But this one. . .
“In your favorites folder, though?” Robert asked, and he glanced to look back at Herm to make sure he wasn’t infringing too badly on his privacy before scrolling through the folder. He was making no efforts to stop him, and instead just laid there underneath his weight, biting his bottom lip.
“There’s only like 45 videos in the whole thing,” Robert said, and clicked back further to take a look at the list of folders.
“And you’ve got a separate one labeled ‘heroes’ right here,” he pointed out.
“Yeah,” Herman said, stupidly. “It’s just one of my fav– favorites.”
“Let me start it again. Maybe I did something cool I forgot about,”
Herm stayed silent while Robert tilted the phone sideways and maximized the video, starting it over from the beginning.
Robert was right – it wasn’t a very interesting bust, and there was just one guy. The footage was low quality, blurry, black and white, and silent. The viewer could make out Mecha Man, the assailant, and a glimpse of the cashier on the edge of the screen. There was an exchange of what seemed to be a brief dialogue, with Mecha Man putting his hands in the air easily, indicating that they could just talk this out, and that there didn’t need to be trouble. The assailant, however, reached for his pocket, drawing. Before he could even pull out the gun, Mecha Man lunged, tackling him to the ground. The assailant rolled, twisted on top of Mecha Man, and threw himself backward against him as an attempt to throw him off to regain his footing. There was a brief struggle, with the hero grabbing the assailant’s shoulder – and then, in an instant, Mecha Man hooked his leg over his shoulder, grabbed his arm, pulled it up, and then hooked his other leg around his neck. For the bulk of the video, all that was shown was Mecha Man holding the assailant in a rear triangle choke until he finally stopped struggling, seemingly unconscious.
Robert looked backward towards Herm, an eyebrow raised. “Is that i–”
Herman was a violent shade of red, worse than normal, with a visible water droplet rolling down the side of his nose. Robert furrowed his brow, tilted his head, started to ask, stopped, looked back at the video, looked back to Herm, and then —
“Oh!” he said, realizing, suddenly.
“Don’t – make fun of me–,” Herman began to beg.
“Oh my god,” he decided with a smirk. “You perv,”
Herman, completely and utterly found out, wilted, and buried his face in his hands.
“When’d you save this?”
“...”
“Was it recent?” he asked.
“. . . no,” he admitted, muffled through his fingers.
“Before we got together?”
Herman nodded into his hands, and thin streams of water pooled off of the edges as he did. The poor thing was dripping out of embarrassment. Robert twisted a bit in his lap, angling himself to be able to face him better. He was squished neatly between the cushions and Herman, who was trapped in place beneath him.
“How long before?” Robert asked, and he poked at his hands, signaling him to move them away, so he could look at him. Herm was silent, and Robert poked him again. He took his head out of his hands, looking stoically miserable. “Hey, don’t hold out on me. And don’t be embarrassed,” he said, waving a hand dismissively. “It’s kinda hot.”
“Hot?” Herman questioned, agonized.
“Well, you were jerking off to it, weren’t you?”
Herman whimpered, and put his head back down into his hands, which Robert then pulled down and away, wiping them with the edges of his own sleeves. He waited for an answer.
“On. . . just special occasions,” he managed.
The grin on Robert’s face was wild. “Special occasions?”
Herman shoved him, gentle. “Just – not often,” he corrected, though special occasions was far more accurate. He hadn’t wanted that particular video to lose its charm from overexposure. Usually, if he pulled it out, it was after a particularly rough day at work – ones where, before, Robert had perhaps raised his voice at him, or had beaten him particularly decisively during training spars. “I’m not, er, especially proud. Of that particular. Of that one,”
“I’m surprised you don't have it in a secret tab or something. Just smack dab in the middle of your favorites folder,”
Herm was grimacing in the way he did, with one eye squinted, as if it were twitching. “It looks normal, to most, uh. People who are not you,”
Herm seemed to have calmed down a bit – Robert was acting amused, more than anything else. He felt relieved. He was horrified he had found out – but he couldn't have stopped him. He hadn’t wanted to lie about it. But, still, it wasn’t a great look, to have had been–
“Really, though, how long before you met me?”
Unavoidable. He sighed, hard. “When was it post– uploaded?” Herm asked.
Robert glanced back at the phone. “Says August 2016,” he told him, looking back.
“Um. Late 2016.”
Robert broke out into laughter. “Holy shit. Okay. Wow,” he said. He did some quick math in his head, and then laughed again. “So you’ve been jerking off to me since you were 17?”
Herm put his head back in his hands.
—
“Are you sure that–”
“Absolutely positive,” Robert interrupted in a firm, but reassuring tone. His expression was easy, comfortable, and he was sitting on the very edge of his bed, feet flat on the floor, spaced just about shoulder width apart. “Unless you changed your mind?”
“No! Um. Definitely no,” Herman answered, probably too quickly, kneeling atop the cheap, increasingly damp rug spread over the concrete floor of Robert’s apartment. He was slotted in the open space between Robert’s knees, gazing upwards. They had tried a variety of different positions, and though all of them had resulted in Herm getting very hard, very quickly, Robert had ultimately decided he wanted to be able to see his face. After that, they had tried the sofa, but the logistics had been wrong – even kneeling, Herm was nearly five feet tall. In their short test, Robert had had to angle his legs upward – unideal for their intended purposes.
Robert’s responding chuckle affirmed that he had, in fact, answered a tad quickly. “Show me what I told you to do if you want me to stop,” he said, and he swung his legs up onto Herm’s shoulders, resting them there, loose and casual.
Herm tentatively reached a hand up, resting it at the side of Robert’s hip, and then tapped rhythmically three times. He was trying and failing to ignore the hot feeling running down the center of his body, pooling and settling in his groin. As per usual, he felt so. . .easy. The entire scenario, though it had yet to truly begin, was already working horrifyingly well for him, and the material of the Mecha Man suit was sleek, stretchy, and surprisingly soft. A far cry from the thick, frictional latex of his own hero costume. He let his fingers linger, feeling lightly at the smooth fabric. Robert had warned him that it wasn’t the same one had been wearing at work, lately, telling him it was an older version. He hadn’t wanted to check it out from the SDN storage because he probably would’ve had to have explained the reason why. Herm could mark out the most noticeable differences between the two suits — this one bore a slightly larger logo, and a lack of zipper down the middle of his chest where it usually was. It had taken Robert a while to get into it, as it had lots of small zippers throughout, trying to maintain the illusion of invisibility. He could see why he switched to the new one, as this one was inconvenient and impractical. But it was also kind of awesome, as, though he wasn’t sure if Robert had realized, it was the same one he had worn in the video.
“And if for whatever reason you can’t reach my hip?”
“Knock on your thigh. Or wherever else,” he murmured, still staring at the fabric at Robert’s hips, fingers wandering curiously upwards to examine the space on the suit where his utility belt would normally rest. He hooked a long finger through one of the belt loops, watching it tug ever so slightly with the weight. He knew it was the same suit because the loops were a dark yellow — the only variant of the suit with that design. He smiled to himself, giddy.
“Your hand’s wandering,” Robert reprimanded, and Herm dropped it, quickly, eyes flickering off of his waist and focusing instead on his eyes. Herm knew Robert wasn’t opposed to the touch – but Robert also knew that once Herman really started thinking about the suit it would be hard to regain his focus.
“Good boy,” Robert said, easily, and Herm hummed softly, sheepishly, under his breath. “You can check the suit out after,”
“Really?” he gasped, and Robert could’ve sworn he saw a sparkle swim in each of his eyes. The corner of his own mouth raised in a smile.
“Really. I feel bad it took me this long to offer,” he admitted, pushing Herm’s hair back, up out of his face, resting a hand at the top of his head. His legs were still draped over his shoulders, bent at the knees. He swung them a bit, casual. “I guess I didn’t realize it was that big of a deal for you. I didn’t realize you had been getting off to it,”
Herm felt his face get hot, and cast his eyes downwards, fixating on the belt loop at his waist. There was no doubt, now — Robert definitely knew it was the same suit.
Robert grinned. “What do you do normally? When you watch that video of me?” he asked.
“Um,” Herm started, and Robert tugged gently at his hair, directing his gaze back onto him.
“Last time I. . . The – the tie that you. Um. Tied for me,”
“Uh-huh? What about it?”
“I put it on. And –”
“Did you ever untie it?”
“. . . no,” he admitted, and Robert tugged his hair again, harder this time, when he tried to avert his gaze. Dating or not, it felt particularly vulnerable to tell him that he had been pervving out about him since the day they’d met. Even though the truth, which Robert knew, was that it had been happening long before even that.
“Cute,” Robert said, which made Herman flush even harder. “A little creepy. And once you had it on? What’d you do with it?
“It’s not. . .creepy,” he murmured, halfhearted. “It’s –” he bit his lip. It was a little creepy. But Robert seemed to like it. He moved on.
“I pulled it tigh– tighter, um, on my neck,” it was getting harder not to stutter. Robert’s expression was cool and even on his heated face, listening with great interest, sharp eyes trained unflinchingly on his own. He wasn’t saying anything, so Herm continued, even though he knew he already knew the answers to his questions. “To make it, um. Pressure. On my neck.”
Herm felt Robert’s legs twist together at the ankles behind his back, still relatively loose around him, but pressing him closer, throwing off his balance and forcing him to scoot forward on his knees. Robert’s thighs rested against the edges of his jaw, not pressing, but touching. They were warm, and astonishingly solid, heavy over his shoulders. He let out a shaky breath, eyes still trained on Robert’s as he let go of his hair and trailed his hand downward, lightly cupping it over his throat, where his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, hard. He felt water trail down past the sleeve of his t-shirt, dropping off his elbow and onto the carpet. He shuffled on his knees ever so slightly as his cock, eager and excited, rubbed up against the material of his pajamas.
“Like this?” Robert asked. There was no pressure on his neck, just a warm hold.
“Tighter,” Herman said, pathetically, and a soft noise escaped his lips when Robert’s hand tightened instantly around his neck, applying a light, but firm, pressure. He kept his eyes trained obediently on Robert.
“Probably still tighter than this, huh?” He asked. His middle finger and thumb were gently squeezing at the sides of his neck. A shiver went down Herman’s spine, and he nodded against the pressure, the underside of his chin brushing the crook of Robert’s hand as he did so. Robert eased the pressure, rubbing his thumb ever so softly down the side of his neck, soothing. He pressed again, suddenly, tighter than before, and Herman gasped, nodding to indicate that he had gotten to the point of replication. His head felt nice and floaty around the edges, and he put his thumb between his fingers and squeezed, an outlet for his excitement.
“Dangerous to do alone,” Robert chided, clicking his tongue. He eased the pressure entirely. With the pinkie edge of his hand, he lifted Herm’s chin, tilting his head up and to the side, getting a good look at the long expanse of his neck. Herman took the opportunity to glance at the ceiling for a moment, a merciful break from all the eye contact.
“Besides,” Robert said, and he unwrapped his legs, sliding the right one off the slope of his shoulder, letting his foot drop between them and stretch downward, heel grazing the crotch of Herman’s boxer shorts, to which Herman whimpered, eyes still directed upward at the popcorn ceiling. “You were hard from what I gave you the first time, anyways, weren’t you?”
Herman nodded in his grasp again.
“You’d probably be hard just from me talking about it, huh?”
Another nod. Robert let go of his chin.
“Show me,” he murmured, and he stretched his heel downward, grinding it momentarily against Herman’s tented pants as he reached to fumble with his waistband below him.
Herman had actually been hard from the moment Robert had put his legs on his shoulders — between the close quarters contact and the Mecha Man suit, he had never stood a chance, especially as overactive as he was. A strong breeze had the capability to get him hard. Hands shaking, he pulled his cock free from his pants, bunching the waistband down underneath his balls, stretching it awkwardly as it rested against the edges of his hips. The bottom hem of his t-shirt slid downward without the resistance of the waistband to keep it at his waist, and the damp hem brushed tantalizingly against the base of his cock.
“Take those off,” Robert said, gesturing at his boxers with his foot, and Herm shuffled backwards immediately, awkwardly reseating himself to slide off his pants, bare ass touching the carpet as he sat back to do so. The fabric clung to his legs as it went, and he stuffed them underneath his knees as he sat back up.
Robert’s eyes roved over him, looking pleased. Herman loved that he looked pleased. He loved the way he could nearly feel the heat of his gaze all over his skin as he trailed his eyes up, down, and – well, mostly down. Robert snuck his foot up the bottom hem of his shirt, grazing his cock, which was standing eagerly at attention. Herm shuddered, sensitive. Robert lifted the shirt up ever so slightly with his suit-clothed foot, and bounced it lightly to get his attention. “This too,” he ordered.
Herm complied quickly, and Robert lifted his other leg for him to quickly pull the shirt up over his head, watching him discard it with little to no thought as to where it wound up.
He smiled, placing his leg back on Herm’s shoulder as he enthusiastically got back into position. He watched as Herm reached downward instinctively to touch himself, and kicked his hand away harshly, right before it made contact.
“Ah-ah,” he warned, and Herm flushed, looking chastised. Slowly, as if to showcase chaste intent, Herm put his hands to rest on the tops of his long, lean thighs. Robert gazed at him for a few long seconds, taking him in, fully exposed, swinging his leg in front of him leisurely and minutely.
One of the cutest things about Herman is that his nipples, seemingly unfailingly, were always hard. Robert wondered if it was because the dampness of his skin made him cold – but that couldn’t have been true, because every time he drew him close, at least in situations such as these, the wet feeling of his skin was always accompanied by an addictive heat. Maybe it was the closeness that allowed him to see in the first place that was what got him so riled up.
Herm bit his bottom lip in the silence, seemingly unconsciously, looking up at Robert expectantly. After a bit, Robert reached for him again, down between his own legs, tweaking at Herm’s nipple. He whined, sweetly, squirming out of surprise and pleasure, and with his other hand, Robert reached for his neck. This time, he tilted Herm’s head up gently, craning his own back down awkwardly to press his lips to his. Herman hummed, pleased, and his lips parted for him nearly instantaneously. Robert kissed him for a few moments, holding his chin, feeling Herm shift his weight underneath him from knee to knee out of excitement. He traced his thumb more tenderly over his peaked nipple, listening to him whine into the kisses, which didn’t stop coming.
Only when his back started to protest did Robert break the kiss, pulling back, getting a good look at Herm’s hazy eyes, at the flush on the tops of his cheeks.
“Pretty boy,” he thought aloud, to which the man underneath him looked extremely pleased, smile stretching in a wobbly line. Dropping his hand from his chest, Robert beckoned his head forward gently as he finally swung his other leg back up over his shoulder, carding his fingers back into his hair and pulling Herm’s head so that his chin came to rest on the inner side of one of his thighs. Herm was leaning forward, now, weight still resting mostly on his knees, but being kept steady against Robert, solidly between his legs, where he appeared to be very happy to be. It almost seemed to relax him, even, as he learned further forward, tilting his head to the side and pressing his face against the crook where his thigh met his groin. In no time, he was pressing his mouth over him, kissing reverently, searching over the surface of the Mechman suit. Robert pulled at his hair, pushing his head downward, pressing that lovely nose of his against the fabric, to which Herm moaned enthusiastically, and began lapping at him, desperately. He let him mouth at him for a bit, breathing softly but heavily as he soaked the crotch of the suit with water and saliva that would eventually mingle with the wetness Robert was starting to generate in earnest himself. He could feel his dick pulsing with excitement, thrilled to have been introduced to the wet heat that was soaking through the spandex. He huffed a breath, and then tugged at Herm’s hair, watching his eyes lift languidly to his in question, tongue still lolling out of his mouth, dragging over the slight bulge of Robert’s dick.
“Touch yourself,” he told him, and he felt Herman’s shoulder move with a swiftness as he eagerly reached between his legs, felt his breath hitch against him as his wet palm made contact with his cock. His eyes stayed fixed on Robert, intense and simultaneously hazy, unfocusing as his shoulder moved.
“Slowly,” he added, after realizing he probably needed the addendum, a concern that was reaffirmed as he felt his pace slow down drastically underneath him. He watched his eyes slide shut while he closed his lips around the wet bulge under his mouth, sucking and lapping at Robert at a pace roughly matching the long strokes of his hand. Though it would be nigh on impossible for him to finish with the suit still on, it wasn’t any less tantalizing to feel Herm so desperately try to make it happen. He wasn’t sure which one of them was enjoying it more. Slowly, in an effort to regain control, Robert twisted his legs together loosely behind his back, both thighs touching again at the sides of Herman’s jaw. He squirmed, eager at the feeling, eager for more, to stop being teased. His free hand came up to grab greedily at the side of Robert’s thigh.
“Are you this excited when you do it yourself?”
Herman nodded fervently against his thighs, eyes closed, moaning his confirmation against him, making Robert shift his legs ever so slightly.
“Do you even need me here?” he teased, and Herman’s eyes flew open, his grip tightening on his thigh, like he was afraid he was going to run away. He lifted his head up to look at him more easily.
“Yes! Very – I really do,” he assured him, desperately, and Robert laughed, because he had known the answer already. He pushed his bangs back out of his face, getting a better look at his brows underneath, and his thick, wet eyelashes. “It’s – the real thing is. . . I could finish just from. . . like this,” he admitted.
“From sucking me off through my suit? Jerking yourself off? I haven’t even started choking you yet,” Robert pointed out.
“I – yeah, but. You’re just so hot,” Herman whined, earnestly. God, he was perfect.
“Say please,” Robert commanded.
“Please,” Herman begged. He didn’t even know what he was begging for – for Robert, he would do it regardless.
Robert pushed his head back down into his crotch wordlessly (to which Herman went ‘mmph!’), and tightened his thighs around his neck, granting him the pressure he so dearly desired. He was rewarded instantaneously by a completely and utterly lewd choked sound that vibrated against his soaked groin as Herman’s mouth fell open against it.
As if he couldn’t help himself, he began stroking himself in earnest underneath him, moaning helplessly against him, head tilted to the side, water leaking slowly out of the side of his mouth and onto the fabric beneath. He was murmuring between gasps and moans, a steady stream of desperate ‘thank you’s that made Robert have to tilt his head momentarily towards the ceiling to reorganize his thoughts.
Looking back downward, he idly wished he could see better from his vantage point – everything but Herm’s face – cute and desperate as it was – and the edges of his shoulders, was blocked from view out of necessity of the position – an unfortunate side effect, given how humongous Herm’s cock was. He liked watching how much effort it took for him to play with it properly, though Herm seemed to have a habit of playing with just the tip, fondling at his balls. Strange, maybe, but weirdly addictive to observe. After a moment of breathless observation, coming to a compromise in his head, Robert loosened his legs, and Herman whined immediately, eyes jumping pathetically to his, betrayed. He felt his shoulder still as his hand slowed on his cock, and watched as his head lifted a bit, searching.
“P-Please?” he offered again, unsure.
Robert ruffled his damp hair reassuringly, then leaned backwards against the bed, reaching his free arm up to feel blindly for something on top of the duvet. He arched a bit out of necessity, and felt Herman’s hand sneak back up to his belt loop as he did. It took him a moment of blindly groping around, but eventually his fingers closed around the little bottle of lube, and he sat back up, popping the cap open with one hand.
“Gimme your hand,” he said, and Herm’s brow furrowed, but he obeyed, offering the one that was closest. Robert held it at the wrist, and squeezed some of the lube into it, then tossed the bottle off to the side of him on the bed. Herman looked puzzled.
“Um?” he asked, and Robert pushed his hand down at the wrist, jerking his chin downward as a gesture.
“Put that on your cock. I want to hear you jerking yourself off. If I can’t hear it, I’ll stop,”
Herm flushed. “Oh,” he said, lowering his hand, transferring the lube off of it awkwardly onto his other hand.
“Get real sloppy with it,” Robert recommended, grabbing his shoulder and squeezing it encouragingly, jostling him a bit. Herm looked at him with his mouth slightly agape, one eye squinted, still breathing a bit unsteady from all the excitement. He was confused, but not unenthusiastic.
“I– yes sir,” he said, accepting it, and he kept his gaze trained on Robert as he spread the lube over himself, producing a loud, wet, experimental pump. He bit his lip, waiting for approval, and Robert grinned maniacally.
“Just like that, yeah,”
After a couple more squelching pumps, accompanied by some intense eye contact, Herm only managed to say “ple–” before Robert laid back a bit, propping himself by his elbows and hooked his leg around his neck properly. It was tighter than before, this time, a proper choke, though Robert was certainly modulating the pressure more carefully than he would with a villain. Even with as much as Herm might’ve wanted him to, he wasn’t going to make him pass out.
Besides – as always, whatever he offered to Herm was more than enough. He sighed with strangled satisfaction below him, and let his head fall forwards back into the warmth of Robert’s crotch. His range of motion was restrained by his thighs, suspending his head ever so slightly above the fabric. Robert couldn’t see his eyes, but judging by the way he was stuttering out moans, he imagined they were rolled back into his head. The rhythm he maintained as he touched himself was accented with scandalously wet sounds. It was filthy, and the sound made him bite his lip.
“You love this, don’t you? You pervert,”
Robert heard the wet sound of Herm fisting his cock intensify, serving as a sufficient answer to his question. But he nodded anyways, the best he could. His mouth was open, and a slow, steady stream of water was dripping out, highlighting the previously vague outline of Robert’s swollen dick, straining against the skintight suit. Herm was really doing a number on him. He felt a flush spread over his own cheeks, privately thankful that he was too distracted to see.
“You like being called a pervert, too, don't you?”
Herman whined, and his whole body was wiggling underneath him – he was fucking his own hand, now, shoulder stilled, hips bucking into his fist as he breathed raggedly against Robert. He probably wouldn’t last much longer – it was kind of a wonder that he had lasted this long to begin with. Robert eased the pressure ever so slightly, alternating between tighter and looser to make sure he was consistently getting enough air. Herm didn’t seem to notice, either way, lost in the pleasure of the moment.
“Answer me,” Robert ordered, and Herman gasped.
“Y– yes,” he managed, and it came out desperate, meek.
“Rutting into your own hand,” he said, denigrating him fondly.
“Feels so good,” Herman moaned. His words came out quickly, like they were being forced from him. The wet sounds from underneath him had faded, and Robert began to unhook his leg before they resumed with a swiftness, faster than before, more desperate, as if Herm couldn’t bear for him to take away the weight on his shoulders, around his neck. The whine that came from his throat served as a plea.
“Good boy,” Robert murmured, fixing his legs, the already sloppy sounds underneath him growing sloppier, turning erratic. “Are you close?”
“I – yes,” was all he managed, panting, voice strained as he focused on trying to breathe.
”That took you no time at all, did it?”
Herm simply whined in response. It was too regular of an occurrence for him to bother being embarrassed. Especially with how quickly he bounced back. In an unusual diversion from the norm, Robert usually found that he had a hard time keeping up with Herm, rather than vice versa. Plus, his quantity still seemed to be of quality. His brow was furrowed, hard, teeth gritted. Robert could feel the fabric around his thighs grow heavy as they were soaked with the water soaking into them from between him.
“Are you gonna cum for me already? Are you gonna cum all over yourself?”
Herman gasped out an apology, earnest and desperate, and Robert rubbed his temple with his thumb. “‘M sorry — I can’t — I need to— I’m. . . I’m,”
Robert cooed. ”That’s okay — I like when you make a mess of yourself,” he assured him, legs still tight around his neck, watching with a smile on his face while Herman’s free hand grabbed at his thigh, pawing at it, as if trying to anchor himself without having him ease up on him. His face had gone red. “You gonna make a mess for me?”
“Robert,” he sobbed, sweetly. As if he were begging. His voice had grown weaker, but the slick sound of his hand on his cock was just as strong, if not stronger, than it had been before.
“I’m right here,” he soothed, smoothing his hand through his hair. “Go ahead, sweetheart. Let me hear you,”
“nn – Robert,” he cried, again, and for a moment he seemed to hold his breath entirely, shoulder flexing and hips bucking before he suddenly went rigid in Robert’s grasp, to which Robert began to ease the pressure on his neck gradually but immediately. He slumped against Robert, whimpering and panting, cock twitching rapidly and insistently as he spilled all over the floor – and all over the cheap, but new, rug underneath him. Oh well. It was probably soaked by now anyways. He’d figure out how to clean it later. For the time being. . .
Robert slid his legs off of Herman’s shoulders, pushing himself up off his elbows, leaning forward and reaching under Herm’s arms to try to tug him upward, get him off his knees, which were surely aching by now, even if he hadn’t noticed, or had managed to forget.
“mm – Robert, let me –” he began, but Robert shushed him, to which he protested.
He was dazed, hair sticking up in odd directions from the fingers that had been in it, and his eyes looked pleased and faraway. “No, I – Let me help you,” he pleaded, reaching up, palming at him, squeezing.
Robert’s breath got a little heavy. “The suit’s a pain in the ass to take off,” he assured him, with admitted disappointment.
“Don’t take it – keep it on. Doesn’t matter,” he said, and Robert laughed at his gumption.
“Not everyone is as easy as you, Herm,” he said, fondly, to which he flushed. He managed to coax him upwards, off his knees. He stood with shaky legs, and Robert pulled him up onto the bed beside him, and into a kiss. Herman moaned into it, insatiable. Probably something about being naked, with bare skin pressed against the sleek spandex of the Mecha Man suit. His hands were sticky, tacky with half dried lube and precum. It was just a little bit gross, and Robert leaned forward to pick up his discarded boxers from the rug, using them to wipe off his hands, feeling vaguely guilty about it. He’d get a proper towel in a bit, for now he felt it best to get Herm grounded again.
He was attempting to bargain from his spot on the bed, laying on his side, looking at Robert with reverence. “Let me just – you don’t even have to fin– cum,” he pleaded. “I just wanna. . .”
“Wanna what?” Robert asked, half smiling. Good lord.
Herm took a really deep breath, the first since Robert had taken his legs off from around his neck, seemingly trying to come back to himself. “You’re hard,” he said, pathetically.
“And you’re lightheaded,” Robert told him, shuffling backward on the bed, laying down beside him. Herman huffed a laugh.
“A little,” he conceded, with a goofy smile on his face. “But I’m still like. Here. Mentally,”
“Not a consent thing, Hermy,” he said, and Herman curled into him sweetly as Robert pulled him close. He crooned at the nickname, nose touching his side of his throat. “I just mean you’ll probably pass out down there, with your level of enthusiasm,”
Herm laughed again. “I. Yeah, maybe,” he admitted. He didn’t sound the slightest bit upset about it. In fact, he bit his lip, considering.
“Don’t worry,” Robert said, in an attempt to distract him, “I’ll fuck your face at the next available opportunity,”
“That sounds good. Sounds great,” he sighed, happily, seemingly satisfied at the prospect. He clutched Robert’s bicep with one arm, closing his eyes, mentally telling himself it would only be for a moment. Robert was rubbing gently at his neck, soothing where he had squeezed. It was supremely comfortable. Herm took another deep breath.
“Maybe we can do it in the mech,” Robert joked, beside him.
Herman immediately sat up straight, newly invigorated.
Oops.
The End