[C] Scheming

"I could," he mumbled, fingers still teasing and massaging Fleck's entrance, just the tip slipping in and out. "But to be on the safe side, I think we should keep you like this - just in case," he quickly insisted.

Really he was enjoying teasing Fleck far too much. making him moan and whimper. Especially knowing that there was little the man could do about it, hands tied up.

Fleck snorted softly, dropping his head back again, a silly grin stretching across his face.

"I should have never suggested this," he decided aloud. "I've created a bondage-loving monster. You're gonna use this every time you want to get your way. I just know it."

It'd certainly be an effective method. He'd crack very quickly under this sort of teasing.

He buried his face in the crook of Fleck's neck, blushing when he received some teasing himself.

"Shut it," he hissed, pressing two fingers into Fleck not all too nicely, then curling them.

He pulled them out to the tips then pushed them back in, finding a slow yet sure rhythm.

Dick's attempts got just to opposite of what he was hoping for.

The moment two fingers pushed into him, he gasped loudly, hands scrambling, then clenching. "Fu-uck!"

Some smart little part of his otherwise completely occupied brain realised that he was being incredibly loud and a good portion of his family was home.

He clenched his teeth again, giving a little moan as Dick began a slow rhythm.

Dick smirked against tanned skin at the loud gasp and groan. Unlike Fleck, he didn't think about the other people in the house.

He pulled himself out of the crook of Fleck's neck, after giving it a little kiss, and leant back. Blush heavy on his face he looked down at Fleck with the lust filled gaze.

Keeping the slow and steady pace, he brought his other hand to Fleck's cock and felt along the wet trail he had left with his slicked fingers. He continued to tease up and down the hard length, occasionally feeling the tip or massaging the base.

"Little shit."

Really, how could one tiny, sweet looking boy be such a ginormous ass when he wanted to be?

He was liking it far too much.

"Not gonna last long," he warned after particularly good brush of fingers against his head.

"Shame. Maybe I should stop?" He asked a little too sweetly.

Both hands paused at what they were doing. Just the tips of his fingers at Fleck's entrance and just one finger rested on the tip of Fleck's cock. Over the slit, slick with precum.

Fleck shook his head, jaw tense, but lips spread into a grin.

Little. Fucking. Shit.

He was so going to regret doing all this when he exacted his revenge. He was going to regret it so much.

But for now Dick could have whatever sort of fun he wanted.

He was going to bide his time before he exacted his revenge. It would be a cold dish, and oh so sweet.

Dick copied Fleck's grin and kept his hands still for a few moments longer. He didn't realise how deep his own breathing was until then.

Ever so slowly he dragged the finger on the tip of Fleck's cock down, smearing precum with it. Slowly, slowly until he reached base.

Drawing his bottom lip between his teeth, he pushed three of his fingers back inside Fleck, feeling his stretch around him. At the same leisurely pace until he was knuckled deep.

There was another pause, and he took in a few deep breaths.

Then he began to move his fingers, instantly going into a hard, unforgiving pace.

He shuddered when Dick drew a finger lightly down his cock, his body trembling slightly.

Holy shit.

The slow burn of the stretch the three fingers being pushed into him was something awfully fantastic.

His entrance clenched around the fingers buried inside of him when Dick went still.

His mouth opened in a near-silent cry when those fingers began an unforgiving rhythm and it hung open as he gasped for breath, back arching slightly and hips rocking.

Dick swore softly himself as he watched Fleck arch and gasp for breath, the ties knotted around his wrist and the metal bars strained.

He didn't ease up the unforgiving pace, the palm of his hand slapping against skin each time he was knuckle deep.

The hand by Fleck's cock curled around it. His thumb smoothed over the head before he brought it down to the base in the same fast, unrelenting rhythm.

The unrelenting pace of Dick's hands was too much.

And, a little pathetically he felt so soon after Dick had set this pace, he came with a glorious moan.

With a heavy gasp, he pretty much melted into the bed. He could feel the muscles of his thighs twitching, despite the rest of him feeling completely boneless and immovable.

"Told you I wasn't going to last long," he murmured in an almost slur.

He swore again as he watched Fleck came.

Only when he melted into the bed and his cock gave one last twitch did he pull his slick fingers out.

"You did," Dick agreed, grinning as he leant up to kiss the split lip.

He grabbed a few tissues and sat back again.

His eyes wondered over his boyfriend's muscular body, admiring it. The white cum looked gorgeously lewd set against the deep olive tone of Fleck's skin.

There was a painful throb between his own legs, a reminder that he wanted his own release. He ignored it. He had managed to so far, he could do it a little longer.

Gently he cleaned Fleck's front, then kissed the soft hair of his navel when he was done.

"How's your arm?" He asked as he moved to release both the tie with a couple of quick yanks.

"Great."

He didn't even pause when his arms were released, just reached forwards to grasp Dick's hips and pull him closer, dragging him right where he wanted him and reversing their positions, so Dick was laying flat on the bed, and he was leaning over him.

"Now are you going to let me have my way with you, or am I going to have to tie you down?"

As he asked this, he shuffled down until his own lips were hovering over Dick's navel.

Dick gasped in surprise when their positions were flipped. He was sure Fleck would be sedated for a little while more.

At Fleck's words, his muscle twitched in anticipation. There was another throbbing ache between his legs again, much more painful that it had been.

He lifted his hips to encourage Fleck to kiss his navel, rather than just hover there, not answering his boyfriend's question. His fingers threaded through bleached blond hair.

He debated teasing, denying Dick with a playful comment.

But he decided against it, instead reaching to pull open his boyfriend's pants. No, he was going to bide his time with his revenge. Let Dick almost forget, then go in for the kill.

He feathered tender little kisses down over his navel as he slowly slid Dick's pants down, leaving his underwear in place for now.

The feeling of just his trousers being undone was enough to have him jerk a little, making a noise between a sigh and a groan as the pressure was released.

Denying and ignoring himself for so long, it now came crashing down on how desperate he was.

He murmured his boyfriend's name and pushed down on his head to make the kisses trail lower. His navel shuddering each time Fleck's lips pressed against it.

He kissed lower obediently, lips travelling down, down and further down, until they ran over the Vampire's clothed crotch.

He traced the outline of his cock with a firm press of lips, so he could feel the touch of them even through his underwear. 

"Is all this for me?" he crooned against the cloth, lips curling upwards. "You do know how to give good gifts."

His tongue lapped out, running over the cloth, dampening it, making it stick to the skin beneath it.

Feeling the lips press firmly down his cock, he whimpered and bit his lip. Hips rolled up to meet the mouth.

His body warmed at Fleck's crooning.

"Don't so- so-" He was cut off by his own moan, head tilting back into the pillow.

"Hmm?"

He pulled back just enough that he could look up at his boyfriend's flushed, upturned face.

"What was that?"

His head tilted to the side.

Dick cool glare was toned down wit the heated lust.

He couldn't even remember what he was going to say. he just wanted Fleck's mouth back on his aching cock.

"Horrible. Teasing. Insufferable."

He gave Fleck's hair a light tug each time he spoke to pull him back down between his legs.

"Name calling is cruel."

And he decided to show how not-cruel he was by laving his tongue over his clothed cock slowly again.

Then he peeled away his underwear, just enough that the head of his cock was revealed. He let go of the underwear, and the waistband laid across his cock, pinning it in place against his navel.

His tongue teased at his slit, lapping up the beading precum there.

"That's the point," he gasped again the tongue laved slowly. Too slowly. The soles of his feet ground into the bed, musing the sheets, as he attempted to stop himself from writhing so much.

There was a cuss when he underwear was peeled back. Then another when the band pinned his cock too is navel.

A string of soft moans spilt from his mouth as Fleck's tongue teased the slit. His attempts at keeping his hips still becoming more and more futile.

His tongue continued to tease. He decided he was going to be slow and thorough. Lick and tease every last millimetre of skin of his boyfriend's cock nice and good before finally finally taking him into his mouth.

So he set to work, slowly pulling down Dick's underwear and running his tongue over the newly revealed flesh.

He alternated between flat-tongue licks that dragged his piercing over the skin and tiny little swipes with the tip of his tongue.

Dick continued to moan, grunt, and cuss. The more of his cock that was revealed and teased, the less his already unfiltered mouth become.

His hips rolled into tiny circles as he tried to encourage Fleck to take him fully. Yet he kept on with relentlessly teasing. The slow, alternating licks drove him up the wall.