House Party [AU][M]

He knew that Sacha had probably shared everything he knew about Fleck's preferences with Dick when he'd talked about hooking the two of them up.

The fact that he was about as much of a receiver as you could get really wasn't a secret.

Still, to save Dick the embarrassment of confirming that he knew that their mutual friend was an over-sharer about everything he shouldn't be and catch him out, Fleck just nodded.

"Fuck yes."

"Okay," he nodded to himself, still flustered, "okay."

He pulled the rest of Fleck's trousers off so they were both buck naked. He nudged his thighs apart to settle between them.

"Move back."

With a little more room, he bent his head to lick the crease of the inside of his thigh. Then lower. He took the back of Fleck's thighs to push them. He nipped the soft skin of his cheek. Without hesitation, he pressed the flat of his tongue over Fleck's entrance.

Fleck let Dick nudge him into place, and hips lips quirked upwards slightly when Dick settled between his thighs.

He shuffled back so the armrest of the chair was pressed into his back, resting one elbow on the armrest. The other hand rested on the back of Dick's neck, fingertips teasing at the pale skin.

Dick teased Fleck for some time; gentle lapping and tracing the skin, switching between the flat of his tongue and tip. More than generous in making it slick.

In on smooth motion, he made a strip from Fleck's entrance, over his balls and to the tip of his cock. His eyes flicked up to Fleck before his tongue curled in his mouth. He flashed a smile.

Bringing his fingers to his mouth, he sucked on them before he brought them down to Fleck's entrance. With his index finger, he pressed against it gently with his eyes keenly on Fleck, assessing.

His head tipped back and he gasped, moaned and writhed under the teasing of Dick's tongue.

His hips jerked under the determined lick of his cock.

"Fuck!"

He shifted at the wet slurping sound, propping up again so he could watch Dick suck at his own fingers.

Fuck, that was hot.

Dick leaned up and kissed Fleck as he pushed a finger inside him. His movements had slowed. The finger was pressed in gently and he kissed him softly. It would have been called romantic if he wasn't fingering a stranger on a couch just over an hour after he met him.

"Is this good?" He asked, curling the finger inside Fleck, searching.