[C] Brrrr

Dick snorted. Chocked. Then pulled back when it was just a little too much.

He took a breath and cleared his throat.

"I'm the ass? I'm not asking you to do do a song and dance."

He pushed just the very tip of his finger in, barely past the first joint.

"Dick." His voice was a growl, deep and husky and thick with frustration.

He tugged on Dick's hair again, trying to physically urge him onwards. He wanted more.

He didn't want the tease any more.

Dick let himself be tugged, only for the head of the cock to slide right past his cheek. He battered his lashes.

"What?"

Sweet, sweet revenge.

Fleck took a deep, steadying breath.

Dick's smug little face was getting to him in all kinds of ways.

All the frustration left him, and the muscles that had started to tighten and tense and bulge relaxed.

"Please," he breathed.

Dick tugged on his lip as Fleck exhaled. The calmness was unexpected.

He pushed the finger in, slowly, all the way to the knuckle. He kept it still.

"Go on. Keep telling me how much you want this."

His muscles clenched and relaxed, flexing eagerly around the finger pushed into him.

"Please, Dick. Please."

"Keep going."

The finger curled and pressed at the bundle of nerves. He leaned forward to take Fleck back into his mouth and tried to establish a rhythm in time with the insistent nudging of his finger.

Fleck gave a strangled whine, hips bucking desperately. He knew that'd probably overwhelm Dick, but he couldn't help it right now.

Fuck!

"Please, please, fuck please please please please." What started off as strong pleads quickly devolved into a continuous whisper.

Dick gagged and gripped Flecks hip tighter out of reflex, eyes squeezed shut. 

He felt he was right there with Fleck, close to climax, despite being half hard. It was as if he could think intently enough on it, he could will Fleck to come. Not just by the relentless fucking of his finger- two fingers - and letting Fleck's cock rub his throat raw.

Dick's willing was just about enough.

It was the stimulation, the fingers and the wet heat around his cock that pushed him over, though.

He made a choked noise deep in his throat as he came, unconsciously gripping at Dick's hair even tighter.

Dick groaned and held Fleck deep, swallowing him down, resisting the urge to gag and have the cum dribble down the corners of his mouth and chin. The fingers remained insistent as he guided Fleck through his orgasm.

And still, as he pulled back and his lips stretched into a grin.

"Good?" His voice was a little rasp. His scalp was a little sore too. It would all dull down in a second.

Fleck's chest heaved, and when the shower sputtered above them and started pouring out cold water, he reached out blindly to shut it off.

"Good," he breathed, slicking his wet hair back out of his face. t clung to his neck and chest, dragging over the wet skin.

Dick felt a pleased warmth pass over him. Not that he expected Fleck to say otherwise, but it was still good to hear.

He stood and cupped a hand on the back of Fleck's neck to pull him down for a kiss. Slow and sensual. 

"Have I ever told you how gorgeous you are?"

His hands slid over Dick's cool skin when he was pulled down, settling on the slight curve of his hips.

"You could stand to say it more," he joked in a rasp, pressing another kiss to Dick's lips.

A thoughtful look passed Dick's face.

"If you stopped being a shit all the time I probably would."

He pecked Fleck's lips.

"Making me cum on my own," he huffed.

He planned to remain salty about that until infinite.

"That is the ox calling the Donkey horned," he snorted.

Fleck being a little shit? When was the last time Dick looked into a mirror? Dick was the definition of little shit.

"You survived." His thumbs rubbed in gentle circles over the skin of Dick's hips.

Dick stuck his tongue out and blew a raspberry. 

"That's what you think."

He leaned his whole weight into Fleck, arms curled around his neck.

"I'm slowly withering away."

His hands slid downwards slowly, stroking over the soft skin of Dick's ass and upper thighs.

"I best find another boyfriend then, huh?" he asked, pressing light kisses over Dick's cheeks and nose.

His hands braced on Dick's thighs and hoisted him up, wrapping Dick's legs around his waist, then stepping away from the shower wall to pad across the room, lips still teasing over Dick's cheek, moving down to his throat.

He managed to open the bathroom door pretty easily and got them as far as his own closed bedroom door, pressing Dick against the cool wood with a firm roll of his hips. He nipped at the shower-flushed skin of Dick's delicate throat.

Being lifted up didn't take him by surprise. Carried out off the bathroom did.

"Fleck," he hissed as they made their way out onto the landing, everything on show. It was difficult to keep the annoyance in his voice. It wavered as he felt soft lips and coarse hair against his neck. Then he was pressed against a door. There were teeth scrapping at his neck.

"Fuck."

Fingers waved through Fleck's hair and held tight to keep him at his neck. His head tilted back with a thud. 

"You better see it through this time."

Fleck grinned against Dick's throat.

"Maybe," he crooned.

Wasn't life more fun if there was a level of uncertainty to things? Nothing was as fun if you knew what to expect.

He kicked Fleck's backside with his heel.

"Don't be a dick."

It was much harder to ignore the warmth that had been pooling in his stomach since going down on Fleck now.

Fleck chuckled.

"That's your job, isn't it?" He could be witty sometimes. This wasn't one of those times.

He nipped sharply at Dick's throat, hands squeezing Dick's thighs firmly.

A mix between a growl and groan came from his throat. He was going to kill his boyfriend.

... After he came.

Fleck himself was laying quiet comfortably, staring aimlessly up at the dark ceiling, one arm resting on his stomach and the other laid above his head.

When Dick curled up against him, his hand slipped from his stomach and wriggled under Dick so it could rest on the Vampire's back, holding him to his chest, to his heart.

"Gennaro has a lot of love to give, but it's not always to the right person."

Dick frowned against as he tried to dissect those words.

"Did you... not love him?" He asked slowly, not entirely sure if he came to the right conclusion but he hoped it was. The other possibility pissed him off.