[AU][C][M] Family Dinner

Dick's cheeks turned hot, but he laughed.

"I sound nothing like that."

He leaned forward, flushed against Hank's body, and nose to nose with Corban.

"Also, not very creative of you when I did the exact same thing earlier to embarrass this slut here."

He gave a slap to Hank's thigh so they all knew who he was talking about - just in case there were any doubts.

"I never claimed to be creative." Corban pushed forwards to give Dick's lips a little peck.

"And you sound exactly like that. Maybe you moan more. I'm good at leaving you speechless."

Corban gave Dick a teasing smirk then shifted backwards, pulling Hank along with him, away from Dick. When he was a good four feet away, he pushed Hank forward, unbalancing him and sending him to the floor. Corban's hands found the Italian's hips and he pulled them upwards so he was on his knees, cheek pressed to the ground.

"You look good on your knees for me." Corban's hands gripped and squeezed Hank's firm backside appreciatively. Corban appreciated slimmer bodies, but he could definitely appreciate a fine ass when he saw one.

He spread Hank's cheeks, holding them spread as the pad of one thumb brushed over his entrance, watching it spasm in need.

Dick pouted as Corban shuffled back until they were both out of his reach.

Sure, he let Corban do what he wanted with Hank, that didn't mean he wanted to be ignored.

He watched with keen eyes as Hank was pushed forward, and leaned back on his hands.

"He always looks good on his knees."

Corban took his time teasing Hank's entrance with light brushes of his thumb. He didn't let up. Not when Hank's hips bucked, or his babbled pleads got louder.

He pressed down firmly on Hank's entrance, rubbing in a small circle. "Do you want a finger, Hank?"

A slew of begs tumbled from the Italian's tongue.

Corban's gaze turned up to Dick. "Do you think he's desperate enough for a finger?"

Dick's were already on Corban as he turned his eyes up towards him. He tilted his head to the side.

"I don't think he is."

"Then you'll have to try harder, Hank."

Hank whimpered, tugging at the bonds around his wrists again. More tears slipped down his cheeks. "Please. Please." 

Corban was surprised he was still able to speak in English. Certainly impressed.

"He isn't making it very clear about what he wants," he said airily.

His eyes had dropped from Corban to inspect his nails. A little less interested in the situation now he had been taken out of it, and not in the right kind of mood to make himself go back in it.

"Hear that, boy? Be more specific. Beg."

Corban's hand dropped to Hank's thigh in a sharp spank that drew a sob from the man under him.

Hank drew a shaky breath, then searched out Dick with his gaze. It was difficult with the position he was in, but if he strained he could see him. "Dick, sono la tua putta ma uoi ah-avere qualsaiasi modo si desidera. Per favore non farmi piu aspettare. Per favoure, per favoure!"

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I am your whore
You can have it any way you want but please don't make me wait any more
Please, please

Dick turned his eyes to the pleading man. He hummed. Then turned back to inspect his nails.

"I still don't think he is being specific enough."

Hank crumbled under those words, descending into real sobs.

He'd been patient, endured being teased and tortured for so long in hopes of Dick essentially saving him when he returned. But Dick was contributing to this torture himself.

Corban watched Hanks back shake and jerk with his sobs.

Corban knew minimal Italian. Dick tended to speak to them in English - a language he had become quite proficient in recent years. Corban had no ambition to know any more than his Greek and English.

Dick blinked and his attention was diverted back to Hank as he descended into sobs.

There was some empathy lingering around in his emotions. Corban wasn't particularly kind when it came to teasing, and he supposed he wasn't being too kind himself.

"I guess that is convincing enough. Make him come," he said waving his hand. Nothing more than a trivial matter.

When the order reached his ears, Corban stopped everything. Even the gentle teasing brush of his thumb.

His eyes turned up to Dick and one brow arched.

Do not give me orders.


Corban didn't take to orders. He wasn't Sacha, or any other human he'd had in his possession. Dick had kept him because he was different and challenged everything Dick demanded from his humans.

With a purposeful gait, Corban moved backwards away from Hank, and sat comfortably against the wall, arms crossing over his bare chest.

As Corban pushed back he stood, to make his way over to him. He only stopped to reconsider the sobbing mess of a man on the floor. With a sigh, he bent down where Corban was before.

The lingering empathy managed to shine it's way through.

"You were not the one I was jealous of earlier," he said pointedly.

The teasing touch of Corban's fingers was replaced with sure hands. He pressed two fingers inside Hank and grasped his cock, coaxing him to come.

Corban's chin raised when Dick stepped towards him, and his lips curled into a smug grin when he stopped and instead turned to Hank.

If there was one thing he loved more than trying to get Corban to submit, it was a good needy asshole begging for him.

Hanks next sob was in relief. His hips rocked desperately and he groaned, eager to make the most out of the hands bringing hi towards orgasm.

Dick was very much disinterested.

He had a need to be fulfilled. One that he couldn't obtain because he was too nice to leave his newest human.

"Just take your sweet time," he said in the same airy tone, squeezing Hank's cock.

Almost as soon as Dick spoke, Hank came with a cry.

He'd been teased for so long that he couldn't hold back. It was over painfully quickly.

Hank slumped, legs sliding out from under him so he laid on the floor in the puddle of cum he'd just left, cheek still pressed into it, and hands still bound behind his back. His shoulders heaved in heavy pants.

Dick looked at Hank's shuddering form, considering just leaving him here. The sigh this time was frustrated.

His hands worked at the bonds he put together; difficult to get out of, but easy to undo. He bent up and pressed a couple of kisses between his shoulder blades, where they would surely be sore, as he did so. Th skin was salty with sweat.

"Grazie," he breathed, arms slumping when the rope was released, then moving up to rest by his face.

He groaned quietly.

He ached all over. It was a fantastic feeling.

One hand pressed massaging circles between the shoulder blades while the other was placed by Hank's face, supporting Dick's weight. He looked his human over.

"Are you okay?" He asked, switching to Italian for Hank's benefit.

"Si."

Hank felt fantastic. Sore and over-sensitive, but so satisfied. After just one orgasm, that was strange for him, but he was thoroughly enjoying the feeling.

"Good."

There was the consideration to leave him again. On the hard floor. Laid in his own cum. He looked happy enough.

"Can you stand? I can move you onto our seat."

Hank shook his head minutely.

"I'm content."

He didn't want to move. He wanted to stay right here and luxuriate in the aches and satisfaction he was feeling. He'd move when he was ready to.

"Okay."

There was a pause before he bent to kiss his shoulder. Then he stood and made his way over to Corban, back on the track he intended to be on.

"Wipe that look off your face."

One thick brow arched when Dick stood and began towards him again.

The demand had quite the opposite effect on him. Corban's lips curled into an even more smug smirk.

He did love it when Dick was annoyed with him like this.

He walked until he was towering over him. Instead of looking up, he had to look down. Either way, he always seemed to get a neck ache.

"You're all so annoying," he said with a grumble.

He rested his index finger under Corban's chin and pressed his thumb against the smirking lips.