[C][M] Decorations

Angela pressed the bottle of oil against Adrian's back and pinned it in place with her chest as she pressed against him. Her arms slid around Adrian. One hand began teasing at his stomach, scraping her nails along the ridges of his abs. The other slid downwards to fist his cock.

She teased him with languid strokes as the two men kissed.

"Dick," she repeated, eyeing him.

The hand scraping along Adrian's ribs retreated, and with a teasing flick to the head of his cock, her other hand retreated.

She stepped away from Adrian, strolling around him with the oil bottle in her hand again.

"Angela." She held out the bottle to him again.

Adrian twitched in his wife's grasp. It didn't distract him from kissing the, admittedly, beautiful man - but enhanced it. Like most, it was a favourable position for him; one side his gorgeous pain in his ass of a wife, and the other another pretty thing.

He jerked and groaned when her hand left him. Flustered, his cock had become fully hard. It hadn't of lasted as long as he hoped.

"Adrian," he introduced himself.

His eyes lingered as he watched Dick take the bottle and strut off towards his meal.

Dick place the bottle in easy reached and glanced up and down his human in appreciation. His fingers drifted over where metal met skin, then down towards his healed nippled. He gave it a flick.

Angela also watched Dick go. Not even a thank you. How rude of him.

Corban's pale eyes found Dicks when the Vampire approached him. This was something he was almost dreading. When Dick was preoccupied with other people, he wasn't teasing him to death.

Now Dick had his sole attention on him, he was a little nervous.

The flick to his nipple had his gasping and jerking against the chains.

Fuck.

Corban was a sensitive man as it was. His nipples were already very sensitive. With the bar through them, and the sensitivity that came with freshly healed flesh, the feeling of them being flicked was incredibly intense.

Dick was incredibly pleased with the result.

His fingers drifted down to grasp Corban's cock. He lightly teased it before sliding on the cock ring on. With a little bit of force, he pushed his balls through it too.

"This is going to make things quite difficult for you," he promised.

He took a few steps back to admire bound human. He licked his top lip slowly. It was a rare sight that he wasn't going to forget anytime soon.

The gold and emeralds truly looked stunning on him.

His hips rocked upwards, a shamelessly desperate move to gain even the slightest bit more pleasure.

He was looking to get any pleasure he could before Dick teased him to madness.

A whine, an actual embarrassing whine, sounded, and his hips jerked backwards, trying to get away from the ring constricting him. He grit his teeth as Dick fit it around his cock and balls without mercy.

He muttered an insult under his breath.

Angela stepped up in front of her husband, arms sliding around his neck. "Pick your jaw up off the floor, darling." She toyed with the short hairs at the nape of his neck, nails scraping lightly against his scalp.

Dick was loving this. He was getting a power high that he just didn't get with Sacha and Hank who were much more willingly submissive. Even more so with how noisy Corban was being.

"How often do you remind me not to insult you?"

It didn't go unmissed to his keen ears.

He took another step forward and prowled around his human. The tips of his fingers grazed over his skin, dipping down to grope his ass when he reached it.

Adrian turned his eyes from the two men in the middle down towards his wife. He rested his hand on her hips and groaned as his head was scratched.

He closed his eyes and tilted his forward.

"It wasn't on the floor to begin with."

His muscles twitched under Dick's teasing, prowling fingers, and his ass clenched visibly.

Corban was overly sensitive. He knew this.

It was one of the reasons why he liked being more dominant. Dick couldn't take advantage of his sensitiveness and loud reactions when he was the one dominating the situation.

Angela laughed lightly, scratching at his scalp still.

"You lie," she responded simply.

Adrian was gawking hard at the two beautiful men in front of them.

"You have a perfectly good wife in front of you that needs that attention." She pushed herself to the tips of her toes and pressed a light kiss to his chin.

Dick gave Corban ass a light spank, just hard enough to make it bounce.

He stood back in front of him a with a grin, bottom lip pulled between his teeth.

Both hands rested on his hips and he stood in his space. There was too much of a height difference for him to stand up on his toes and kiss him on the mouth. But he was was at a perfect height to mouth Corban's nipple and flick it with his tongue.

Adrian's eyes had wondered, but the turned them back down to his wife to kiss her, having to lean down as she pushed herself up on her toes. He kissed her the same way he kissed Dick; lazily and sweetly.

Corbans head tipped back, the arch of his throat becoming more pronounced.

His back arched, his chest pushing out, then jerking as the tongue flicked against his pierced nipple. They were so sensitive.

Laziness was not something Angela would accept. Her teeth caught his lip in a punishing grasp as one hand slid from his neck to pinch a nipple roughly. She wanted to draw a strong reaction out of him. She knew he had it in him. More than once she'd been pushed against the closest hard surface and ravished by her husband. Adrian certainly had it in him to show passion.

Dick smirked and continued to tease the nipples. Not harshly, just with gentle flicks and licks of his tongue. Occasionally, he would mouth it and suck on it lightly. Corban seemed responsive enough to just the gentle touches. Deliciously responsive.

Adrian, this time, wasn't distracted by the show. He gasped as Angela, all five foot of her, made him writhe.

He got the memo, and kissed with more vigour.

Corban jerked and writhed, both trying to get closer to, and further away from Dick.

He was caught between a rock and a hard place - wanting his vampire's attention, and not wanting to be driven to insanity.

Angela would always be able to draw a reaction out of her husband. She knew how he worked after so many years. She reciprocated the much more enjoyable kiss eagerly.

Her fingers teased lightly now at the nipple she'd just tortured.

Dick reached around to grasp his ass and squeeze it, keeping him close. Stop his writing away - not that he would be able to get that far in the first place.

Adrian still continued to flinch and let out a little gasp as his nipple was played with.

He pulled back, face flushed. His eyes almost matched in darkness.

"It is a bit fucking unfair that I'm only one in the starkers."

Corban bit his lip.

Dick holding him in place was not a good sign. That just assured him that Dick was planning on torturing him, and writhing was going to put a strain on those plans.

"It's a bit unfair that I'm the only one that has to wear a corset, but you rarely find me complaining about that, do you?" Angela countered.

Corsets were awfully inconvenient. Stripping naked then redressing again quickly was near impossible for anyone wearing a corset. Particularly someone wearing a corset as heavy-boned as the one Angela was currently wearing, pulling her waist in so tiny that Adrian's hands could almost meet if they wrapped around it. She needed it so small to fit into the dresses she luxuriated in.

"Don't bite your lip, I want to hear you moan for me." He took the nipple in his hand and tugged at it. "Whine for me." He twisted it, his other hand still gripped his ass firmly. "Beg for me."

Adrian raised an eyebrow at his wife.

"I heard you complaining about it this morning," he said dryly.

He personally couldn't give a shit about luxury clothing and the fashion of the high court. As long as it kept well and he was comfortable, he was happy.

Ironic, considering he owned an enchanted jewellery and accessory shop.

His teeth kept his lip captured and he groaned.

His body jerked, trying and failing to get away from Dick's teasing, with the restraints on his wrists and the hand grasping his ass firmly.

"Then you know how unpleasant corsets are and how much I don't want to undress and redress today." She patted his cheek with a bright smile. "Work around the corset."

It was easy enough to do. Adrian would just have to be not lazy for once.

An amused smile graced his lips as Corban groaned.

"You're being far too quiet. I need an excuse to gag you."

He slapped Corban's ass again. Much harder this time, enough to leave a lovely red mark.

With a sigh, Adrian moved out of her grasp and sat down in the chair and patted his lap invitingly.

Corban Jerked and gasped when his ass was slapped. He writhed a little, enjoying the burning sting that set in.

An imprint of Dick's hand was already forming on his skin.

Angela watched Adrian give up and sit down with a self-satisfied smile.

Usually he was such a stubborn soul when dealing with other people. He was strong-willed. He had to be to have the job he had, dealing with the mess of the supernatural.

It always amused her how easily he gave in for her.

She seated herself sideways in his lap, arms slipping around his broad shoulders. Her lips caressed his jawline.

Adrian tilted his head to the side. From this view, he couldn't help but watch.

As he did a hand pushed up her skirt and felt the inside of her thigh. He continued to caress up it until he reached between her legs and he teased the folds of her skin with a single finger sliding between the wetness there.

Dick made an approving noise as Corban gasped.

"Louder."

He gave Corban's ass another slap. Then another. And another. He tugged sharply on a nipple.

Angela relented, her gaze turning to the pair in the centre of the room.

Her thighs spread slightly and a shudder ran through her breath as Adrian's finger teased over her.

Corban moaned louder. How could he not with Dick giving him such great attention?

His skin burned and his sensitive nipples felt hot and tight with arousal and abuse.

His fingers continued to tease her as he watched. Not for too long, he soon gently rubbed circles on her clit. He was never one for teasing, and always one for pleasing. His wife was more insatiable then him.

"That's more like it," Dick purred. "Do you like this?"

He slapped Corban again.

Angela leaned against Adrian's chest, her eyes sliding half-closed as her thighs spread. Red was beginning to seep into her cheeks, flushing them a pretty colour.

One hand slid up into his hair, curling her fingers in the dark locks, while the other delved under the piles of fabric her skirts consisted of, searching for his cock.

It took some shifting around and awkward manoeuvring before she found it, giving it a firm squeeze before she began to stroke it firmly.

Corban jerked with a gasp when he was struck again.

"Yes!" Fuck, but he did! As dominant as he tended to be, he was sensitive and this burning and teasing, and the audience watching him was all turning him on. His cock stood hard and proud between his thighs, constricted by the ring around it.

Adrian groaned low when Angela took his cock into his hand. He dipped his fingers lower to push two fingers inside her, and fuckers her slowly with them. He kissed her neck as he did so.

He watched Dick's mouth curl into a smile.

"Oh, and here I was thinking I would have to work that out of you more."

Dick moved so he stood to the side of Corban. His hands roamed his body freely, enjoying the feeling of muscles pulled taught with his arms over his head.

"I wonder how many times you have slapped me?" He asked, caressing Corban's finely shaped ass. "Ten years worth of me over your knee. Maybe we should make the gap smaller?"

In a good rhythm, he began to spank Corban firmly over and over again. His other hand was splayed on the front of his stomach to keep him still.

The little witch shifted in Adrian's lap, rocking her hips to push back against the fingers fucking her.

Her nails scraped gently up the length of his cock, then teased at his heat - an odd juxtaposition between sharp scrapes of nails and teasingly light touches.

No. If he kept that in and let Dick work for it, it would just cause him more torment. That was exactly what he wanted to avoid. He was strung up and embarrassed and completely out of his element, but he was still smart.

His breath hitched at Dick spoke in a sweet tenor, caressing his ass. He was going to try and make up for ten years worth of spanking and teasing in just this one sitting. Fuck.

Corban's body jerked, but got nowhere with the hand pressed firmly against his stomach. He was forced to just stand there and take the spanking. His cheeks flushed scarlet, his breathing got less and less even and precum began to build at the tip of his straining cock.

Adrian felt, somewhat, pity for the meal taking the spanking. It was also pretty obscene being privy to this in a way that caught his breath.

He arched in the seat as nails scrapped up his cock. He buried his face against her shoulder. The bit it lightly, teeth scraping the skin.

Dick kept slapping him, over and over, until both cheeks and the back of his thighs were red. There was no distinctive handprint.

"You're taking this so well," he praised.

His hand caressed Corban's ass, feeling the heat radiating from it. With the same trick he showed off earlier, he cooled the palm of his hand to sooth the heated skin.

"But you hardly made a sound. That's disappointing Corban. You should take notes from Hank."

Angela made a small sound when her shoulder was bitten, nails scraping a little more firmly against the head of his cock.

Corban gasped and writhed and even gave a little dry sob as he was slapped.

He flinched away from the cold hand pressing against his heated skin before relaxing into it. That felt good. Soothing.

The words came out of his mouth before he had a chance to stop them. "Perhaps it wasn't my poor study but your poor performance that kept me quiet." He couldn't help it. A challenge was never left alone between Dick and Corban.