Spooky Scary Skeletons [C]

Dick disregarded what an awkward position this would be for Fleck. All that mattered was Fleck's lips were on his. Bodies pressed together. Arms tight around Fleck's neck.

The only time he paused was a moment to take a breath.

Fleck was ignoring the ache pretty well. There were definitely more important things to think about.

His hands slid lower, over Dick's hips then dropping to his thighs.

He braced himself then pulled Dick upwards by his thighs, straightening out and holding Dick close.

That got rid of that ache.

Fleck was ignoring the ache pretty well. There were definitely more important things to think about.

His hands slid lower, over Dick's hips then dropping to his thighs.

He braced himself then pulled Dick upwards by his thighs, straightening out and holding Dick close.

That got rid of that ache.

He broke the kiss. Jumping as hands slide over his bare thighs, gripping them. He let Fleck pull them apart and up around his hips. He squeezed ever to slightly to hold himself there.

Readjusted, his lips eagerly captured Fleck's again. Then lower. Pressing kisses along Fleck's jaw and down his neck - following the pulse under the skin.

Fleck's chest heaved as Dick's lips released his own. His head tipped back as Dick's lips trailed lower.

He took a careful step back, followed by another and another until he bumped against a wall.

He leaned ht majority of his weight back on the wall as his hand slid upwards to tangle his fingers into Dick's dark hair.

With each step Fleck took, Dick paid no notice. Only opening his eyes for a moment as his knees grazed against the wall. 

Dick's spine curved as the hand ran up his back and cup the back of his head. There was a tug when Fleck's fingers threaded through his hair. He hummed a noise of approval against Fleck's neck. 

He took to pressing more kisses against it, mind wandered to the garden. With his back against the hedge. Fleck's mouth on his neck. knees weak.

A desire to evoke a similar response from Fleck crashed through him.

Experimentally, he sucked at Fleck's neck.

Fleck made a low, breathless noise that wasn't quiet a groan at the faint sucking feeling against his throat.

Damn, when did his sweet, nervous boyfriend get so confident?

He was certainly liking this confidence.

Dick picked up on the breathless noise and tightened his hold on Fleck. Heat traveled lower and his thighs tightened. He wanted to draw out more of those slight groans from Fleck. 

His lips stayed against Fleck's neck for a moment more. Then he leaned back, accidently knicking Fleck's tanned skin with his teeth.

"Shit." Fleck gasped, his hands grasping tighter at Dick's hair and the back of his shirt. His hips gave an involuntary upwards rock.

The sharp sting in his neck dulled a little, but he felt no less turned on for it.

Shit, he hadn't expected that at all.

Dick took in a sharp breath as well. The hand pulling at his hair and the feeling of hips rock beneath him was all too much. His own hips twitched in response.

His eyes turned down to his handy work. A bruise was blooming, darkening in colour. Next to it was a scrape. It wasn't deep. But deep enough that little bit of blood glistened from it. 


"Fuck." 

He drew Fleck blood.

It made him feel a bit sick.

His hands cupped either side of Fleck's face.

"Are you okay?"

From his response, it was a dumb question. Fleck was obviously more than okay. He just needs that little confirmation.

"Are you fucking kidding?"

One arm slid down from its spot at the middle of Dick's back, to wrap around his waist, and jerked him forwards against his chest.

His cheeks were visibly flushed and his brown eyes were almost black with their hooded lust.

"You've got sharp little teeth." He leaned up to take Dick in a deep kiss, running his tongue over said sharp little teeth.

His hand fisted in the fabric of Dick's underwear, pulling at it to try and guide Dick's hips to rock against his own.

Dick's hands relaxed his hold on fleck's face, smoothing down to grasp his shoulders.

The look Fleck gave him was better than any almost groans. No, hotter. It made his breath hitch.

He let himself be pulled into a deep kiss. His hips jerked again at Fleck's guidance. A little moan got mixed into the kiss. 

Fleck's words swirled around his mind.

His teeth were sharp. Inhumanly sharp. Technically, he could kill Fleck with them. No. He has killed people with them.

He pulled away out of Fleck's reach. Lips swollen and breathing heavily.

When Dick pulled back, Fleck's head lolled back to hit the wall.

His chest heaved.

"Probably should stop, huh?" Even he wasn't quite so open to having sex with his family so close, and if they carried on the way they were, that was exactly what was going to happen.

He ran his tongue over where Fleck's tongue had just been.

"Yeah."

Dick wasn't too sure what to make of the feeling of relief and then disappointment. 

His finger traced over the little graze.

"You sure you're okay?"

"Dick, that was ridiculously hot."

He leaned up to give Dick's lips a little peck. "A little nip like that isn't going to kill me, don't you worry."

Fleck grinned. "Now, I think we better get to bed before we decide to give this another go." He patted Dick's clothed backside. "C'mon."

"I will try not too."

He wasn't going to make any promises. Worry if what he liked to do best.

His thighs loosened their grip around Fleck's waist and his slid down. Going from looking down at Fleck to his looking back up at him.

He pulled down on the front of his shirt.

"I'm just going to go to the bathroom first."

Fleck laughed and nodded.

"Hurry back. I need a cuddle buddy."