[AU][C][M] Family Dinner

Corban curled his fingers under Dick's chin, pulling it upwards so he could look down at Dick's upturned face.

His thumb ran over Dick's lower lip gently.

"Of course, darling. Show me what that talented little mouth can do."

Dick's lips parted as the thumb brushed over them. He flicked his tongue out over the tip of the thumb.

"Not with my hands at all?" He wanted to double check. He didn't want to slip up by accident now. Not now that he was on his last warning.

"No. Your hands are going to be much too busy."

That ugly look came back to Corban's face.

"I want you to tease yourself while you undress me."

Dick loathed that ugly look and everything it stood for.

He wished he had never asked.

"Of course, Corban."

One hand lightly took his own cock while he used the other to press two fingers inside him. He let out a shuddered gasp, taking a split-second to adjust, before leaning up to undress him with his mouth.

He felt like some sort of dysfunctional animal; uncoordinated as he tugged the trousers down desperately, growling and whining occasionally.

It was uniquely humiliating.

After a lot of struggling, tugging and having to change positions, he managed to pull the waistband band past the widest points of his legs. It puddled down on the floor with a few gentle nudges.

With a self-satisfied grin, he kissed Corban's calf.

Corban preened. He could almost physically feel Dick's loathing.

He smiled as he watched Dick struggle.

He licked his lips, enjoying the little changes in Dick's expression, listening to the little noises he made.

"Good boy." He ran his hand affectionately over Dick's hair when his trousers pooled under him.

"Feed, if you want." He ran the backs of his fingers over Dick's cheek, then patted his thigh in invitation.

Dick preened himself when the hand fell on his head. Everything suddenly felt worthwhile just for that affection.

Dick licked his split lip at the invite.

He didn't need to feed. It wasn't too long ago when he had fed well last, so he had got his full with Sacha.

But what could he say? He was greedy.

His tongue slid over the patch of tanned skin Corban had patted, littered with pin-prick scars he had given to him over the years. He teased it with his tongue, mouth and teeth, almost as if he was prepping it.

With a warning being a sharp nip, he sunk his teeth into Corban's thigh.

Anticipation ran through Corban as Dick's lips and tongue almost tenderised the area.

His thigh twitched and a tight noise of discomfort escaped his throat. His grip tightened slightly in Dick's hair. This reaction was no different than usual. Having teeth pierce your skin was never pleasant. There were just varying degrees of unpleasantness.

As far as this experience went, it was one of the least painful times he had been bitten.

Dick pulled his teeth out and let the blood trickle into his mouth. He wasn't so bloodthirsty and over-indulgent that he sucked firmly, but instead rather tenderly. His tongue would occasionally lap or put pressure on the wound to encourage the flow.

He had stopped teasing himself in favour of clasping Corban's thigh.

Corban didn't bring up Dick moving his hands away from his task.

Dick was always given freedom when he fed. This was the reason he was even here in the first place. If he restricted this act, then he wasn't likely to last long as Dick's human.

When Corban was in a dominating mood, this was the only time Dick got to do anything he wanted.

The initial first few sweet seconds of drinking passed before Dick's eyes flicked up to Corban. The corner of his lip turned up. The spark of mischief was back.

He knew the unspoken rule. One that Corban had seemed to put in place himself, yet he felt no need to correct.

The tips of his fingers drifted up further towards the hardened cock. In an act of revenge, he skimmed them around the base.

One brow arched when Dick's eyes glittered up at him with mischief.

What was this boy planning?

His eyes dropped from Dicks, down to the fingers stroking around the base of his cock teasingly.

Dick would have given Corban his own smug look if his mouth wasn't so occupied.

He continued to unhurriedly tease around the base of his cock, occasionally dipping down to his balls. Then his fingers took a different course.

Feather-light, he ran a finger along the underside of Corban's cock. Up, then down, then up again, and down again, and up. He flicked it at the head.

He groaned quietly when Dicks fingers teased and toyed.

The upwards and downwards motions against the underside of his cock had his breath stuttering, and his hips rocking forwards.

He grunted softly when the head was flicked.  He twitched, hips jerking forwards.

A soft curse in Greek fell from his tongue.

Dick had that same expression that he called ugly on Corban.

He let a moment pass where he didn't touch Corban's cock at all. He just watched it twitch from the corner of his eye.

Then, with just as much gentleness as he had been using, created a ring around the head of Corban's cock with the tips of his fingers, petting it.

Little shit.

That's what this Vampire was. He was a little shit.

His fingers weaved into Dick's hair, tugging slightly. Not enough to cause pain, but it was certainly a warning.

The tug on Dick's hair caused a soft groan.

He sucked firmly on the bite marks to show he hadn't finished, and a reminder of the rules that Corban had unwittingly set himself all those years ago. Dick was perfectly happy to keep playing by them.

The back of his hand skimmed down Corban's length and balls. Then he reached furthers back to press his finger against his entrance.

He inhaled slowly when his thigh was sucked firmly.

Fine. Dick wasn't done. He'd be patient and tolerant. As patient as he could be, at least.

He inhaled sharply and shifted so he was kneeling straighter.

His tongue ran over his lips slowly.

Corban enjoyed penetration. It wasn't something that happened too often, but a finger or two really enhanced the experience.

Dick wished he had chosen a better place to bite so he could look up at Corban not out of the corner of his eye. The heightened vampiric sight only went so far and didn't give him eyes at the side and back of his head.

With his thumb and his little finger, he spread Corban apart. He crooked his middle finger and lightly brushed over his entrance in a teasing motion.

Corban let out a shaky breath, hips rolling backwards slightly, encouraging Dick to push his finger in.

His head tipped back slightly, long hair shifting over his shoulders and flowing down over his back.

Dick's cock still throbbed and he ached to be fucked, but it was put on the back burner to be this; what Corban thought of him.

A little shit.

Unrelenting, he continued the soft, teasing touches. He appreciated the way Corban attempted to rock back on his fingers, and how his entrance twitched for him.

He tugged sharply at Dick's hair again.

Another warning.

This teasing was cruel. Dick was cruel. And with him sucking on his thigh like that, he wasn't about to stop him. Dick knew that, though. After over ten years of being with him, he knew that well and really exploited it.

Dick inhaled sharply at the tug of his hair but refused to relent. He still teased the sensitive ribbed skin with nothing but a gentle finger.

He hissed an insult through clenched teeth, tugging at Dick's hair again.

Asshole.
Little shit.

Why did he stay with this bastard?

Dick inhaled sharply again as his hair was tugged. Again.

Yet his little shit status remained intact.

A small, muffled sound of laughter came from him, delighted in the same way as he had played with his nipples.

"You're pushing your luck."

This teasing little asshole wasn't going to survive the night if he carried on being this teasing asshole.

His eyes narrowed down at his Vampire.