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“The usual?” Sportacus asked as Robbie’s hands fumbled with the s-engraved belt holding his pants up.
“Yes, yes of course.” Robbie had the belt undone and was starting work on the buttons. “Whoever cums first has to leave town forever”
Sportacus laughed and gave Robbie his patented Look. “Naturally,” he replied, bringing his hands to Robbie’s own absurdly high belt.
Robbie growls, “look Sportafuck, if you can’t handle it you can walk away and I’ll find some other way to kick you out of town forever.”
“I think I can manage” Sportacus asserts as tosses Robbie’s belt onto the ground.
They shimmy out of their pants until they’re both on their knees in Robbie’s shag carpet. Sportacus had been pretty sure of what he was in for when Robbie lured him down to his lair; Robbie had basically sent him the superhero version of a booty call. Not that Robbie knew that. Robbie thought he was really rather clever to pretend to be in trouble, even if he had only sent Sportacus a letter reading “Emergency. Personal. Come help or whatever.”
Robbie roughly shoved Sportacus’s underwear to his knees and saw that his rival was already starting to get hard. As confident as he was in his ability to win, Sportacus felt his dick twitch under Robbie’s scrutiny.
Robbie laughed, although Sportacus hadn’t missed the dazed look in his eyes when he first laid eyes on Sportacus’s half erection. “Look at you, already half hard thinking about my hands on you”
Sportacus shrugged, “To tell you the truth Robbie, I’m always a little turned on around you.”
Robbie sat still for a second. “Well, that’s your problem,” he muttered before running a finger down Sportacus’s shaft. Sportacus jolted and Robbie laughed as he noted the shiver that visibly shook his body.
Sportacus moved his hands from his sides to behind his head.
“What are you doing?” Robbie asked.
“I’m giving you a head start of course” Sportacus gave Robbie a confident grin
“Pfft, I guess you’re tired of Lazytown. Whatever, your loss.” Robbie rubbed his thumb over the slit and Sportacus thrust forward into Robbie’s hand, causing another laugh from Robbie. “You’re really underestimating me, Sportacocky. I’ve had a lot of practice.” He pumped Sportacus twice to accent each sentence.
“Robbie,” he whispered strained through his teeth.
At the sheer suggestion in the tone of his name, Robbie involuntarily squeezed Sportacus tighter. Sportacus was having way too good of a time. He had to remind him this was a game and he was going to win. Robbie kept the tight grip and pumped Sportacus harder, frustration evident.
Sportacus sucked in another breath at Robbie’s grip around his shaft. “Oh, you’re so good at that, villain.”
Robbie screwed up his face a little and suddenly had to fight to keep his other hand from palming his underwear.
Sportacus noticed his hand twitching idly and grabbed it, bringing it to his own face and licking from his palm to the tip of his finger, then popping the finger into his mouth and sucking deeply.
Robbie let out a groan, and before he realized what was happening, his underwear went down to his knees and his erection sprang out.
Sportacus whistled, “that’s an awful big erection for a man who hasn’t been touched.”
Robbie grew red “You’re cheating! Shut your mouth and stick to your hands” He brought both of his hands to Sportacus cock.
“Yes, sir” Sportacus said, teetering the line between obedient and infuriatingly cocky. Sportacus pumped Robbie with one hand and held Robbie’s hip in his impossibly strong grip with the other. His movements were slow, agonizingly slow, but intense.
Robbie jerked Sportacus harder, and he could see it getting to Sportacus, but not nearly as quickly as he wanted it to, certainly not as much as it was getting to himself. Luckily, he had a trick up his sleeve. With a devilish smile he pushed Sportacus backwards, his back landing on the shag carpet with a thud. Robbie hardly gave Sportacus a moment to comprehend his new position before his head was in his lap and his mouth was taking in Sportacus’s cock.
“Robbie” he drew out the name beautifully in a way that made Robbie’s abdomen tighten. Robbie bobbed up and down, not bothering to make eye contact with his victim, focusing on keeping the suction and the movements of his own tongue.
“Oh, fuck.”
The sound of a curse which Robbie had squeezed out of his squeakie-clean enemy pushed a moan instantly from Robbie’s throat and vibrating across Sportacus dick.
“Robbie, I’m close. You’re actually going to do it. You’re going to make me cum and I’m going to have to leave town forever. You’re better than me, Robbie. Fuck, that feels good. It’s going to be worth leaving town.” He thrusted into Robbie’s mouth and sat up.
Robbie felt stars appear in his vision at Sportacus’s words, but before he realized it, there was a hand on his dick and Sportacus was whispering in his ear. “Robbie, I’m going to miss you. You’re so much fun. You’re such a good villain.”
Robbie came all over Sportacus’s hand.
They sat still for a second and Sportacus, although he was visibly shaking laughed as he propped Robbie back up right and licked the cum off his fingers.
“Sorry, Robbie, maybe next time you’ll get me. I had a lot of fun!” He stood and pulled his underwear and pants up over his erection, which still looked very painful.
Robbie sat in stunned silence as Sportacus pulled himself out of the lair.
“You cheated!” He called up the tunnel. “I’ll get you next time you, you, you blue balled tease!”