Victor Stone/Cyborg

Cyborg is in his bedroom, changing from his regular clothes to some workout gear. He managed to get as far as his compression shorts when Wildfire crashed into the room.

Wildfire looked at the tall, bulky man of metal before him, and was overcome with lush desire. Immediately springing up, the nude orange alien glides over to Cyborg, and caresses his chest--the flesh pec bulging with muscle, the metal pec firm with refreshingly cool steel. Cyborg stares with an exceptionally shocked_ what-the-fuck-just-happened _expression, nearly not noticing as Wildfire's hands go down to Cyborg's abdomen--half soft-yet-muscular belly and half forged metal.

Wildfire looks up at Cyborg's stupefied expression and holds his face to press their mouths together. Cyborg's instinct is to push Wildfire away, but the warmth of the kiss seeps through his skin and metal, and the alien boy's nude fame feels so good agaisnt his body. Cyborg holds Wildfire by his bare waist. Cyborg's tongue pushes against Wildfire's, french kissing the boy deeply.

Wildfire abruptly pulls away to introduce himself. "My name is Ryand'r. But you can call me Wildfire. I learn language through kissing. Thank you for teaching me English."

Recognition sets in Cyborg's eyes. "You're Tameranean. That explains it."

They sit together on Cyborg's bed.

"You are familiar with my species?"

"Yeah, you could say that," Cyborg takes off his shorts. Wildfire doesn't notice at first.

"I am looking for--" Wildfire stops midsentence when he catches sight of Cyborg's dick.