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Humid was one way to describe the training facility. The stink of chlorine and the sounds of jetting water flooded the periphary, and honestly, one that put Robert off slightly. Here, he was here to watch his partner train for an upcoming competition, the first of his solo sculling. Maybe he was too early, as he was watching as Herman was with his team train their syncronization. It seemed easy, but he could see the exhaustion on their faces.
Pull with your arms, push with your feet.
Breathe out.
Pull with your feet, push with your arms.
Breathe in.
Pull.
Breathe.
Push.
Breathe.
Pull.
Breathe.
Push.
To say it was hypnotic was an understatement.
Robert's backpack slipped out from between his fingers with a thump, but the noise seemingly went unnoticed by the team. Their rhythm remained steady, until one member's hand slipped off the oar.
"Whup! Wait a second!" said the teammate as he reached for the since knocked oar, his hand missing the grab on the run back. With that the trainer asked for them to stop and break. With the focus broken, Herman looked up off towards the stationary rowing machines to see Robert staring at them. He gave a wave, calling out to him.
"Robert! Hi!"
Robert's trance broke with the call of his name, looking up and giving a warm smile in return.
"You can approach, its okay!"
Herm leaned forward and rested his arms over his legs, the sweat of the workout running down and making his skin shinier than normal. His face lay tucked between his arms, partially obscuring the smile that rested on his lips.
It sent a shockwave through Robert's heart…. and loins.
With how hard Herman has been training for competition, they haven't been able to spend as much time together. Herman had been given some exemptions from hero duties just for this, so Robert knew that Herman was using the time wisely, making good on the time off afforded to him by Mandy.
But Robert is pent up.
They do say distance makes the heart grow fonder, which to Robert's credit it has. He's gone out of his way to visit Herman more often between shifts, watching him train for an hour or so (bus schedule permitting, he was NOT driving his beater into this part of town to pay an obscene amount of money for parking, SDN doesn't pay enough for that.) before returning home to his shitty apartment an hour and a half bus ride from the facility, spending some time with Beef should Chase have not stolen him before heading to bed.
The distance has also made him incredibly needy. He's been fucking his fist every night for the past two weeks, sometimes more than once, blowing heavy loads over himself with a cry of Herman's name. Herman's given him some of his workout clothes to wash, but he can't bring himself to finish a whole load, not when the smell brings so much comfort and need out of him. Is it perverse to keep some of the smellier items? 100 percent. Does Herman notice one or two missing garments a load? Not one bit, or if he has, he doesn't ask. Either way, its making Robert's need for his partner hotter and heavier each passing day, and he's not sure how much longer he can last without him.
And what a meal is laid out in front of him.
"Robert? Hello? Earth to Robert?" Herman waved his hand out towards Robert's face, sitting up slightly with some concern. Sure, Herman could get up, but his feet are velcro-ed down to the rowing equipment and he'll be doing some more practice here shortly.
Robert shook his head and walked up close, grabbing hold of the waving hand, interlacing his fingers with Herman's.
"Sorry, just got lost looking at an angel." He cooed, taking Herman's hand and pressing a chaste kiss to the back of it. In turn, Herman's face turned a bright red.
"R-Robert! You can't say such things so easily…" Herman brought his free hand over his lips, gaze casting downward with slight embarrassment. Being flirted with right before a task needing his full focus was going to throw him off severely, and Robert was keen on taking advantage of it.
"Mmm, I can't? Would it make it harder for me to repent my sins later?"
"Robert!" Herman's water flow had kicked up slightly, hiding the sweat sheen from earlier.
"Sorry, you just give adorable reactions. You're easy to tease." Robert switched the position he held Herman's hand in, moving to cup his fingers and give caresses with his thumb.
"I wanted to ask if… you had some free time to stop by? Beef's not home." Robert flicked his eyes up to meet Herman's gaze, really hoping he'd have his Hermy for one night.
Herman's lips turned down to a soft frown, breaking the gaze to look at Robert's thumb. "No, I can't. As much as I want to, with the races being this weekend, I really need to focus. I will make it up to you, I promise." He brought Robert's hand up to his cheek, holding it close with both of his hands. The sight made Robert's heart ache, knowing that Herman really did want to spend more time with him, but this prior obligation needed to be cleared first.
He also knew Herman was not going to disappoint with making up for lost time. Letting the rejection sit for a beat, he brought his face closer to Herman's, gaze resting toward Herman's lips.
"Okay, I understand. Text me the details so I can watch your training pay off?"
"I promise, I'll do it when I get home." Herman took the hint and met Robert's lips, giving a gentle kiss to calm them both down. It took all of Robert's resolve to keep it that way, barely giving enough of a response before some other rowers barked at them from the locker entrance. Both their cheeks flushed from embarrassment, Robert letting out a soft chuckle.
"I'll uh, head back behind the barrier to watch for a bit longer before catching the next bus home. Good luck, Hermy."
"Thank you, let me know when you get home safely. I love you."
"Love you too."
Robert could not have shot off the text sooner, he'd barely stepped in the door before feeling this intense need to whack one out. It was the most contact he'd had with Herman all week, and it was breaking his brain. Thoughts about how soft Herman's lips were, the calluses built up on his hands from the equipment, how gently Herman held him close, how plump his cheek felt… Robert really was losing it if that was all it took for him to need to fuck a pillow pretending it was Herman. How he ended up in his bed naked was a mystery, but he felt so hot, so heavy, so…
Ping.
Ping.
His phone's notification shook him out of his thoughts, moving a shakey hand to the pillow where his phone lay. He fumbled with the swipe code before seeing an update to the chat he had with Herman.
"About to hit the shower, how do I look?"
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Holy fuck.
Herman was incredibly sweaty, his tank top looking nearly transparent with how much liquid it was holding. Compressed onto his form, his chest and abdominals were much more defined thanks to the tank top. His right hand gripped onto his shorts slightly, pulling the front down just enough to show some of his pubic hair over top. His face was flushed slightly, likely from having just finished up with training for the day.
Robert nearly bust just from the sight.
"Jesus, kid, you are going to kill me." He muttered to himself, unsteady hands moving to pen a response.
"You look like you could use some company. ;)" Cheesy, but it would get the job done. He followed it up with a photo of himself splayed on his bed, image focused on his own scarred chest, his left hand resting gently over his stomach. Yeah, that's a good one; Returning the favor of some good jerk off material.
Robert held his phone up for a few moments while staring at the blessed photo on his screen before Herman's contact came up. A phone call? Robert swiped to answer, moving to put his phone on speaker so he could keep looking at the photo.
"R-Robert…" Came a breathy voice on the other end of the line, the sounds of pressurized water filled the empty space between gasps.
"Hermy… are you alone? How naughty." Robert instead moved to take himself off speakerphone, pressing it heavily against his ear while his free hand slid down his abs to grip the base of his cock.
"Uff… Yea-Yes… I'm ahlone…" Herman huffed, seemingly more focused on… whatever it was he was doing to pleasure himself. Robert wanted to ask, but Herman spoke more before he could provide some direction.
"I want… I want to tell you… how to touch… agh… touch yourself… Please…"
"I'm in no position to complain, especially when you asked so politely."
"G-Good. Stroke yourself, slowly."
Robert did so, spitting in his hand to provide some lubrication before beginning the motion. His breath hitched as he brought his hand up slowly towards the tip, stopping right as his index finger brushed the underside of his tip before dragging back down. Between each slow stroke, he paced his breathing, trying to pay attention to the sweet noises Herman was making on the other end of the line.
He dragged his hand up.
Breathed in.
Dragged it back down.
Breathed out.
Up.
Breathe.
Down.
Breathe.
"Can you… nghh… tighten your grip? Pretend its… its me on top of you." There was some slick sounds in the background, slowly making their appearance with a steady rhythm. Robert did as he was told, pausing to grab some lube from the nightstand drawer. A low groan left his lips with the initial stroke, eyes shut to let his imagination do some of the heavy lifting.
"God… Hermy you're so tight. I want you to-"
"No. Robert, I want to be in control… I'm going to ride you slowly. Can you… Mmph… Can you grip your base and squeeze gently?"
Normally, Robert would be the one giving instructions to Herman, whether on shift via a private channel under his breath, or when Herman wasn't training as hard for these meets and happened to be home alone. Seeing him demand to be in charge was certainly new, and for whatever reason it really heightened the sensations when he was being told to conduct on himself. He liked this initiative and wished Herman brought it out more during their normal dispatching hours.
Robert's hand started gently squeezing the base, his breath picking up lightly as he imagined Herman on top of him, slowly rolling his hips around whilst Robert's dick stood tall inside his tight ass.
"Fuck, you're gorgeous on my cock."
"Hmmn!! Its almost like… my fingers… your cock is brushing my insides…" Herman cried, the rhythm of the slick sounds increasing as he chased his own pleasure. Robert in turn started to pump his fist in time with the noises, imagining it was Herman finally bouncing on his cock.
Imaginary Herman lifted his hips up.
Breathed in.
Slammed them back down.
Cried out.
Up.
Breathe.
Down.
Cried.
Neither was going to last long with this pace, Herman letting out a long string of moans and groans as the slick rhythm picked up speed once more, losing focus on his want to be in control and instead focusing on his release. With one final moment of clarity, Herman ushered his final command.
"Fuck! Fuck… Robert… Imagine you're cumming in me. Cum… now!! Ah!" Herman cried, the slick rhythm ceasing as his orgasm washed over him. Robert, like a dog, did as he was told, crying out Herman's name loud enough he was sure the neighbors could hear it, his essense spilling out with powerful spurts over his abdomen, nearly hitting him in the face. Heavy breathing filled the empty space in the call as both came down from their highs, Robert letting out a soft chuckle once his breathing slowed.
"Shit… I need you do that again sometime. Makes me greatful that I'll have your full attention Saturday night." He purred, his sticky hand resting in his mess as he rested in the afterglow.
That damned giggle that Herman has after sex made it's appearance over the phone, and Robert cursed to whatever deity there was that he couldn't see the smile that accompanied it. However, it seemed Herman had a request, keeping on brand with his want to have some control, at least until Saturday. "Saturday's 3 days away, can you-do you think you can keep your hands off for that long?" Robert could sense that Herman was batting his eyelashes at him, and yet he couldn't find it in himself to back down from this challenge.
"Sure, I'll do it. I won't lie that it will be a struggle though, I almost fucked a pillow had you not call me when you did."
"Don't worry… I miss you just as much, but I won't make it easy for you." Robert knew that Herman would follow through on that threat.
"Can't wait. As much as I want to keep talking, I want to clean this mess off." The bed creaked as he forced his body upright, his toes barely touching the wood floor of the bedroom.
With that, the two of them exchanged "I love yous" before the call ended. Robert sighed, thinking about how difficult the next 3 days were going to be with a constant tease within arms reach, yet he promised he wouldn't do anything about it.
"He's actually going to kill me one day."
Herman definitely kept his word and was NOT making this easy on Robert. Herman had scheduled messages with photos meant to tease Robert, having woken up Thursday to several messages from the night before on the hour showing Herman in various states of undress, from clothed teasing in the locker room after his training to fully nude on his bed spreading his cheeks to show off his winking hole. It was not at all fair.
To make things worse, he'd started slipping second shift on Thursday since he'd put his phone on silent to even attempt to focus on dispatching and not think about how badly he needed his partner. Come lunch, he went out to his car out of the perview of the cameras to catch up on the hourly messages, with the focus being some photos of Herman in lingerie he hadn't even known he'd owned.
Robert was in a hell of his own making, and he was loving it.
He'd ended up staying after at the SDN gym, doing some workouts to burn off the excess energy he had from being horny for the past 24 hours, using some of the assisted lifting machines so as to not accidentally kill himself after hours before he got to his prize on Saturday. The weighted plates rattled on the deltoid press with each rep, clicking against each other to fill the empty air. Robert also spent some time on the treadmill, setting the one to his right to a slower pace so Beef could join in, his walking trot a counter to how his heart raced in more ways than one this day.
By the time he'd showered and gotten home more messages flooded his phone, all hitting at once as his phone started up, and his horrifically sexy demon entangled himself in Robert's mind once more. Maybe he'd give Herman a call, he should still be up? Robert took a breath pulling up Herman's contact and dialing, moving to sit on his gifted couch with Beef lazily jumping up to the other side where the pillows lay.
Thankfully, Herman picked up, some light rustling on the other end like fabric rubbing against itself before Herman responded. "H-Hi Robert." His tone changed slightly, sounding as though he got caught doing something. "You're still awake?"
"Yeah." Robert shifted to prop his head up with his arm. "You've got some nerve sending me an onslaught of new outfits and I can't even tear them off you."
Herman let out a soft giggle. "Well, isn't that the point? To make you hard- make it harder for you to complete my challenge?"
"You're following through on your threats… I want you to bring that energy out more often outside of us as well." Hopefully his attempt to distract from the little devil telling him to give in would help him survive the day.
"Mm… Maybe if I got a big, hot and heavy reward for my efforts Saturday I'll consider it." Herman's tone was dripping with desire over the phone, and with how things have played out, it was most certainly intentional. If this kept up Robert would blow a fuse soon.
"You little tease." Robert growled in response, shifting up off the couch to distract himself from the heat pooling between his legs.
"You love it… But I'm going to leave you with that for now. Good luck~." Herman ended the call after that, leaving Robert to deal with the unresolved tension himself. Would it be so bad to lie about keeping his hands off to relieve some of this pressure? Robert was genuinely contemplating it, but if his Hermy was making good on his threats then surely there would be some punishment if he gave in.
Saturday could not come soon enough.
Friday was much a repeat of Thursday, with the added difficulty of the compounded tension from the night before. Robert had to restrain himself from calling Herman that night otherwise he might have combusted with just the thoughts alone.
Saturday, though, he felt some reprieve. Herman shared the details of the hotel room he'd booked for the weekend, saying it was easier to stay close by to the lake but they both knew that wasn't entirely true. Should Robert even bother taking him out to dinner first for his efforts? Maybe a breakfast date would be better, after all he wasn't sure they'd even get much sleep.
Robert entered the coastal race area and found a spot close to the railing, shoes starting to sink into the slightly damp sand. He'd done some reading on how the sport actually plays but he still didn't quite get the excitement for it. Maybe seeing his Hermy go would help him understand it better. In the meantime, he pulled his phone out to look at the schedule since he was early. Looks like the Men's Solo Beach sprints were up first, and he noticed that Herman was in the semifinal A. Looking up, he saw boat handlers putting the boats out on the water, so the race was about to start soon. Robert shoved his phone back into his pocket and leaned on the temporary railing separating the race area from the spectator area.
Herman was speaking with his coach, doing some light stretching to keep his body warmed while waiting for the race officials to give them the go-ahead to line up to start. Robert couldn't really make out much of the conversation, however with the way Herman shook out his arms he seemed nervous. If Robert was in the position of potentially qualifying for world class races, he probably would be nervous too.
Approximately 15 minutes later the officials had the contenders line up to start the race. Robert noticed it was Herman versus someone else of similar stature, wondering where the other competitors were at. Before he could ponder too much about it, the race announcer started speaking.
"Hi hi! Welcome to the Los Angeles Olympic Rowing Selection Camp!!" came a cheery female voice. "We're just about to get started with our first race here in a few minutes, but first, let me explain the course for everyone. All of our races this morning will consist of 2 racers sprinting to their boats, then both board and row past the right side of the first buoy, then on the left side of the second, to a 180 degree turn around on the third buoy 250 meters out. It's a straight row on the way back, and then the boat handlers will catch the boats close to shore before one final sprint past their flags to hit a button behind the line to stop the timer! The loser is knocked out from the running!"
Robert listened intently, but his brain circled back to one of the first things the announcer said. 'Olympic Selection… Oh shit, no wonder Mandy gave him time off for this, the stakes are pretty high!' Somehow this made it all click, and the horny washed away from his brain just to hone in on the competition. It made sense why Herman, even if he had some spare time, turned him down.
"The water's currently a bit choppy, but once the flag hits the ground, our runners will go!" With that, Herman and his opponent got ready to go, and the official threw the flag. It made a soft tuft in the sand, and both runners bolted. Robert was stunned with the raw speed Herman exuded, impressed with the confidence. Herman really looked like he was in his element here.
The opposing racer got to his boat first, with Herman not too far behind. Unfortunately for the opposing racer, he was pushed in to the water on a bad wave, giving Herman a slight advantage on the way out. Robert watched Herman's stride, remembering back to what he watched earlier when he visited Herman at the training facility.
Pull with your arms, push with your feet.
Breathe out.
Pull with your feet, push with your arms.
Breathe in.
Pull.
Breathe.
Push.
Breathe.
Pull.
Breathe.
Push.
The annoucer's voice cut through his focus, gaze shifting to see what was going on with the opponent.
"Oh no! It looks like Leon missed the buoy on the left, that'll be a penalty." Sure enough, it looks like he'd barely missed it on the left side, as if he misjudged how hard the next wave would be and made too tight of a turn. As the race continued to progress, it seemed Leon made some headway and caught up around the 180 degree turn, leading to a dead heat on the straight row back to shore. Robert's cheers got drowned out with everyone watching.
Both teams of boat handlers caught the racers at nearly the same time, letting them quickly hop out and make a dash back to the finish. With a final dive, Herman barely hit his button first to stop the clock, Leon nearly colliding with him unintentionally as he reached for his own button.
"And our winner is Herman! He'll move on to the A Finals. Good job to both of our racers!"
Leon had been able to get up to his feet first, offering Herman a sandy hand to help him up. "Nice rowing, you got me even without the penalty."
Herman took the hand, turning it into a firm shake. "Likewise."
Leon and Herman walked back to rinse off some of the sand on their bodies near the beach showers, and the annoucer introduced the second semifinal for group A. Robert pulled his phone out to shoot a text off to Herman, congratulating him on his win.
The next few races passed like a blur, and it was finally time for the Final sprints.
"I can't believe I came in second." Herm groaned between bites of pasta, resting his head in his free hand. "I get it was super close, but I'm still upset."
Robert took a moment to swallow his bite before responding. "Sure, but he hurt himself to beat you, so he pulled out from going to represent us at the olympics. You're going, not him."
Herman huffed, letting the fork fall from his hand with some annoyance. "I just… I don't feel like I earned it, you know? I thought I'd get there on my own merit, not as an uninjured runner-up."
Robert shifted to grab his phone from his pocket. He'd gone to the youtube channel to pull up the recent footage, though still grainy from the 4k resolution not being uploaded fully. He scrolled to the end, where the camera captured the dive the rival runner did in order to win. The other runner ended up dislocating his shoulder because of it. He turned the phone to show Herman what happened.
"Hermy, I love you, but please just look at this stunt he did out of your perview. It's not fair to say you didn't get there on your own merit. He took himself out because of the competition. I'm just glad you're okay and I get to watch you compete on the world stage."
Herman held the phone in his hands, visibly recoiling when he saw the nasty dive. He took a deep breath.
In, and out.
"…Yikes, okay… I see your point." Herman wiped off Robert's phone with a dry napkin and handed it back to him. "Maybe I did really earn it."
"You did, and I'm going to reward you like you did." Robert purred, leaving the phone on the table as he met Herman's gaze. He had half a mind to get up right now and go back to the hotel room with how needy he felt, yet social convention says he should stay, get the energy to fuck Herman into the mattress, pay for their meal, and skedaddle. Herm's flushed face made sticking to the social contract even harder.
Herman reached for the water glass to clear the lump in his throat, taking a big swig before responding. "Just… please finish your food… I don't want to jump you here."
No other words had to be spoken, they ate in tensed silence, if one of them said anything, they both knew it was game over.
Robert paid the bill, and they high tailed it back to the hotel room.
The door barely shut before the pair were on each other, hungry lips feasting on each other with greedy hands reaching to pull off clothes. Their dance had then end up on the bed somehow, with Robert underneath Herman on the bed, barely making enough time between kisses to get their shirts off. Herman's top landed on the floor with a wet slap.
Herman growled between hungry kisses, his greedy hands making a beeline for Robert's waistband, wanting to unwrap the prize he'd been promised. "Off… Take them off…" Herman tugged on Robert's lower lip, earning him a gasp from the older man.
"Fuck, I don't need to be told twice." Robert's head was spinning with the fast pace, feeling the rate at which his dick was taking over from his sensible brain. "Hermy, baby, give me some room." he breathed, reluctantly removing his hands from Herman's back to shimmy his now drenched pants and underwear off. God, even from this angle, Herman looked like a needy puppy, his water droplets looking like sweat in the warm light of the hotel room.
Herman used the moment apart to finish removing his clothes, helping Robert get adjusted to a more comfortable position on the bed before the pair resumed their sloppy kissing. Dry hands explored the wet expanse of Herman's back, gliding down to cup the muscular cheeks, kneading them with heated roughness. Herman's hips bucked in response, with Robert's grip trying to hold him in place until his finger dipped to… oh?
Robert broke the kiss, now moving to grab onto the cool metal situated in Herman's hole. "Did you wear this all day?" His fingers wiggled the back end of the plug, causing Herman to let out a heavy breath.
"Hoo… no, just… just until after the… ooh, races. Fingered myself open before… before we went to eat…" Herman's noises were music to Robert's ears, playing his asshole like a fiddle before finally removing the plug, letting his fingers sit on the rim, feeling as it clenched on nothing.
"Feels like you're already ready for your-" Herman pressed a wet finger to Robert's lips.
"Shush, I want my reward, and I want to reward you for your efforts." The devilish grin that rested on Herman's face told Robert he was in for a treat. Herman reached over to the nightstand, pulling the drawer open and grabbing the bottle of lube from inside. He tossed it to his other hand and shut the drawer.
"It's… It's flavored. Cherry flavored. I want you to eat your mess out of me." Herman popped open the cap and squirted some of the cool semi-liquid on his hand, his natural water lowering the thickness significantly before rubbing it all over Robert's cock, slowly jerking his hand up and down with a twisting motion. Robert let out a low groan, biting his lip to stifle any of the noises before they really got to the fun. Then, Herman lined up the tip to his already stretched hole, and sinking down with heavy hips, nearly slamming them down on Robert's own. The couple both threw their heads back with a loud moan, Robert's hand flying to grip Herman's thighs as Herman wasted no time in riding Robert like a man starved.
"Sh..Shit, Hermy, slow down! I don't want to cum so fast!" Robert cried, desperate to think of anything to stop him from blowing his three-day load right then. Puppies, cats, Herm's grandma, Herman- Fuck nothing was helping! His thumbs unconsciously dug into the meat of Herman's thighs in a bid to get his attention. All that did though was cause Herman to jolt from the surprise, knocking him off his fast rhythm for a moment.
"Robert… I need you so bad… please…" Herman begged, his hands finding purchase on Robert's chest during the pause, instead moving to grind his hips slowly to try and entice Robert to thrust up into him.
Robert, however, was doing his damnest to not move, to resist that wet heat he desperately wanted to take the nosedive into and pound Herman senseless. "Hermy… Hermy please give me a moment…" He took the moment to catch his breath.
Breathing in.
Holding.
Breathing out.
Holding.
Robert looked up towards the angel nested on his lap, glistening with sweat and water. He felt flushed, Herman just kept getting even hotter with each passing moment. "Can I… I want to give you your reward." Robert sounded unsure of himself, his usual bravado out the window now that Herman's dominant side lay out for them. Herman nodded, biting his lip to stifle the grunt as he slowly pulled off Robert, both moving to swap positions such that Herman was now splayed out on the bed, his hands holding his thighs open to silently beg for it, and who was Robert to deny such a display? He grabbed the lube bottle from the corner of the bed to top up before he lined himself up with Herman's entrance. He gave Herman one last look, his eyes nearly daring him to fuck him into the mattress. With that, Robert got the head in and slammed forward, his hands cupping the back of Herman's knees for leverage. Herman howled, the new position causing Robert to hammer his prostate on the first go.
"Robert! More! Harder!" Herman begged with each punishing thrust, his hands flying to grip the pillow underneath his head.
The squelching noises filled the room like obscene music, their collective moans and hollers adding the cherry on top. The headboard slammed into the wall rhythmically. The room stunk of sweat and sex. Herman's normal water started mixing with his and Robert's dripping sweat, watering down the precum that lay across his abdomen, Herman's cock slapping more with each heavy thrust.
Herman's hands reached for Robert's shoulders, trying to pull him close as he came with a silent scream, his spend hitting both of them nearly in the face. Robert fucked him through it, chasing his own orgasm, dropping Herman's legs to pull him into a rough kiss. With one final thrust, he buried his cock as deep as he could inside Herman and let out all that built up seed. In the back of his mind, he felt like he was trying to get Herman pregnant.
The kiss broke so the pair could get some air, their breathing slowing down in the now humid room. The wet sex smell spurred Herman back to life, the metahuman refractory period be damned. He needed more, and Robert needed to pull out to give himself a chance to recouperate before Herman decided he was going revive and milk him for everything he had. Robert shuddered as he pulled out, watching as his cum leaked out of Herman's delicious asshole. A wonderful appetizer.
"God, I almost want to demolish you again, sometimes I wish I had a short wait time like you do so I can get it up faster." Herman giggled at that, moving to rest his feet back on the bed. "I think you have another way you can demolish me, remember?" He shifted on shaky legs, flipping so his ass was prone. "Dessert's ready."
"Jesus Christ, you might kill me." Robert could feel his spent cock twitch, not enough to get hard just yet, but fuck it really tried. Robert's hands moved to grip Herman's ass cheeks, spreading them enough to get a glimpse of that bright red hole, now covered in cherry-flavored lube and his spend. Herman shuddered under his grip, trying in vain to wiggle his hips. "Please… Robert…" he begged, letting out a low groan once he felt a wet appendage circle his hole, hands gripping the sheets under him for grounding. As much as Herman wanted to bury his head into the sheets to muffle his moans, he knew that his music would spur Robert back faster for another round.
Now, Robert wasn't necessarily a fan of how he tasted. Obviously, his poor diet led to his semen tasting bad in his opinion. Herman said in times past he didn't mind it, but god the cherry flavor was doing so much heavy lifting for him, Robert wondered if he could ever convince Herman to let him use syrup on his ass sometime. But he continued, Herman's moans and the way his thighs tensed when Robert's tongue pathed close to his prostate left him praying some deity would give his cock the strength to stand upright sooner than normal. Robert's mouth left Herman's hole for some much needed breaths, his left hand snaking down Herman's thigh to grip his dripping member, slowly stroking it before diving back in, thrusting his tongue in and out in time with the strokes. Herman tensed, begging and pleading until he came once again, watery cum ruining the top sheet.
Robert pulled off once he was sure Herman was spent, helping him flip back onto his back before being roughly pulled into a kiss, Herman's tongue taking advantage of the surprise attack to slip into Robert's mouth and taste the dessert remnants. After a few beats they separated, chuckling slightly to themselves with just how hot that sex was. Herman pulled Robert onto his chest, running a wet and sweaty hand through equally sweaty hair.
"That was… so good…" Herman breathed, so thankful that he got to finally relieve all the energy he'd been holding for the past few weeks.
"Was?" Robert questioned, moving sit up on his arm. "I don't think I'm through with you, give me a little bit and I want to rock your world again."
Herman's cock twitched.
The sun breached the gap in the curtains, barely ghosting over Robert's eyes, but it was enough to wake him up. Doing his best to not wake the sleeping soon-to-be Olympian in his arms, he padded for the clock on the nightstand.
10:30am.
"Shit, we really did go all night. Hermy, baby, we gotta clean up so we don't pay a fee for late checkout." Robert proceeded to press kisses to Herman's head in rapid succession, the gesture successfully getting the taller man to wake up.
"I wish I could stay here a bit longer…" Herman groaned, burying his face in Robert's chest.
"I do too." Robert ran his calloused hand through Herman's damp hair. "But we fell asleep sticky. At least let me help you clean up."
"Mmph." Herman took advantage of his strength to hold Robert close, not ready to leave just yet.
"Nu-uh. If you don't get up we'll miss the surprise brunch date I came up with just now." Robert snickered at both his joke and how stubborn Herman was when he was tired. His joke had the intended effect, getting Herman to loosen his grip on Robert so they could both get up and get ready, but not without some huffing and puffing about not caring about the late fees.
The sounds of gushing water could be heard from behind the bathroom door as the pair stepped in together.