Cooking By The Book [c]

Fleck's eyes slid closed and he enjoyed the feeling of Dick's cool breath against his spine, and the even colder fingers now teasing over his chest.

His breath caught and his stomach clenched as fingers teased over the sensitive skin of his navel.

He really did enjoy it when Dick took that little bit of control like this.

He grinned as he felt the muscles clench under fingers. He lingered there for a moment, the tips of his fingers moving in teasing small circles before they worked back up, fingers splayed as they felt over his abs and brushed over nipples in one smooth motion.

Leaving one final kiss to Fleck's spine, he began to walk. Circling around Fleck, letting his hand drop to brush over the curve of his ass. He stopped when they were chest to chest again.

He kissed the birthmark on Fleck's collar bone. Then stepped back. Blue eyes roamed openly up and down Fleck. He still blushed. Still bit his lip. But he didn't divert his eyes, hide away or try to admire in secret.

Blue met deep brown.

"Take your trousers off."

His muscles rippled under Dick's questing fingers, and he gave little breathy gasps and moans as they found sensitive patches of skin.

Involuntarily, he clenched a little when Dick's fingers brushed over his jeans where his scar was. He was far more relaxed about the scar with Dick than he had been with anyone else, but he still felt a little insecure about it and couldn't help his minute reactions.

He watched Dick as his boyfriend eyed him up slowly but surely. 

What had gotten into the Vampire? He didn't often show so much confidence and control.

Fleck was liking it.

His hands dipped to the button of his jeans and he opened them up, unzipping then letting the coarse material slide down his thighs. He was wearing tight red boxer briefs underneath, that he left in place as he kicked aside his jeans.

Dick watched, hooked, as Fleck undressed further under his command. His breath hitched as Fleck stood there, almost naked. Just a pair of bright red boxers that flimsily hid what was underneath.

He didn't make a move towards his boyfriend.

"Take them off too."

His eyes dropped again to indicate what "them" was. Not that there wasn't much left to take off.

His eyes ran slowly over Dick at that order.

He kinda liked the fact that he was pretty much undressed and Dick was still fully dressed. There was a little vulnerability to it.

With a quick motion his boxer briefs were sent down his thighs, and he was stood naked before his boyfriend, wearing just his desire.

Fleck licked his lips as he gazed back at Dick, waiting for his next move.

His breath hitched again and he exhaled slowly as his boyfriend stood fully naked in front of him. As clear as day, he could tell he was enjoying this as much as he was.

He chewed on his lip. The next set of words took a moment for him to form as he was caught in an internal debate.

Slowly, he drew his gaze back up to meet Fleck's and his lips parted.

"Walk back."

A few steps away from Fleck was the bed.

He hesitated, then added in the same slow tone: "Eyes on me."

His stomach clenched and he could feel his cock twitch when Dick issued his orders. He liked his confidence.

Eyes obediently on his boyfriend, he began walking backwards, until he felt the edge of his bed at the backs of his calves. 

Fleck sank down onto the bed, hands coming up to support his weight.

His tongue lashed over his lower lip as he waited again.

Dick spotted the tiny movements in Fleck's body. The twitch. The slightly sharper intake of breath. He didn't even touch him.

Seeing his boyfriend be so obedient to his orders was leaving him on a high. It was exhilarating. He was able to do all this without his strength.

Dick heard the bed creak and he watched his boyfriend's tongue flick out in what he assumed was anticipation.

He took a few steps towards his naked, semi-hard boyfriend until he was looking down at him. He was still fully clothed, but his pants were feeling very tight.

Now uncertainty was settling in. What did he want? What did his boyfriend want? What should he do next?

He let go of the lip he was chewing on. He will make Fleck wait.

"My trousers." His skin burned. "Undo them."

God, Dick was killing him. Dead.


He reached forwards, fingers finding the button of his pants, pulling it open as he leaned forwards to press a kiss to Dick's clothed navel.

The zip sounded sharply, and then he was pushing Dick's pants down his thighs.

His teeth caught a button of Dick's shirt, and he pulled backwards, dark eyes shining up to Dick's as he pulled back, letting the button go. He leaned back against, resting his weight on his hands as he waited for his next order.

His muscles jumped under Fleck's lips. He heard the sharp sound of the zip and swallowed. Then bit his lip, watching Fleck push down his jeans to reveal dark blue pants, his hardness clear under them.

He didn't expect his shirt to tighten around his back as Fleck tugged on his shirt with his teeth. With. His. Teeth.

Fuck.

Dick's mouth was dry when he looked into Fleck's dark eyes as he casually leaned back, awaiting his next orders.

He swallowed again.

"Not just my trousers."

Fleck grinned, his white teeth showing for a moment, then they parted, and his tongue ran over his teeth. His piercing rattled along the backs of his teeth.

He leaned forwards again.

His fingers slid into the waistband of Dick's underwear, teasing over sensitive pale skin, then peeling the waistband down, just enough to reveal the head of Dick's cock.

He pressed a little kiss to it, then flicked his tongue over it teasingly, before yanking Dick's underwear down to pool at his ankles.

His hands returned to Dick's hips, gripping them as he waited for the next order. He was enjoying Dick's little power play.

Blue eyes watched the silver ball clink, clink against white teeth. It made his cock twitch at the sweet promises it holds.

As Fleck moved forward, Dick couldn't hold an act of indifference. Unable to stop his body from responding to each teasing touch. The skimming fingers. The kiss. The lick.

He swore under his breath as his clothes dropped down the ground.

He kicked them behind himself, hyper aware of the hands on his hips and the expecting look in Fleck's eyes.

The next set of words were difficult to form. Despite how often they have done this, he never outright asked - or ordered. Always kind of indicated, or just nudged Fleck down slightly. Not that he ever needed much prompting.

There was a heavy silence in the air as he rehearsed the words in his head.

"Su-" He cleared his throat and took in another, slow, deep breath in and out.

"Suck it." It wasn't quite in the same demanding voice he had been using. He couldn't even bear to indicate what "it" was. He added on, a little more firmly: "You know what I like."

He couldn't even say it. Fleck found that s endearing.

He'd been so demanding and confident until now, but now he was flustered and couldn't even bring himself to say cock.


He really did love how flustered Dick could get.

His lips parted around the head and sealed around his shaft just below the head. The ball of his tongue piercing ran slowly up and down the underside.

Blue eyes watched intently as Fleck parted his mouth and took him in. He rested his hands on Fleck's broad shoulders.

"Fuck," he breathed.

Fleck always looked so good with his cock in his mouth.

Closing his eyes, he groaned as the ball of the piercing rolled against the sensitive skin. It was always a sweet contrast to Fleck's rougher, yet softer tongue.

There was only so much he could take before he started to roll his hips in small, restrained, circles.

Fleck didn't even waste a breath after Dick swore.

He pulled back, grinning widely.

"That's not dignified language for a prince, Dick," he teased, squeezing Dick's hips. Dick was never going to get to swear or be 'common' ever again. Fleck couldn't help himself. He had to tease.

He swore again. This time not in pleasure, but in frustration.

"Fleck."

It was the first time Fleck had spoken up since Dick had ordered him to take his shirt off. A part of him was surprised he didn't speak up sooner, but he was pleased he didn't. It helped him focus.

He squirmed in Fleck's hands as his hips were squeezed, frowning, cock throbbing.

He didn't want to play this game. He wanted a blowjob.

"You shouldn't be questioning the language a prince decides to use."

He pushed into the large hands.

"Or wants you to do."

Fleck's eyes glittered with mischief.

"Coarse language is unbecoming of a prince, Your Highness."

If Dick thought that it would be easy to get Fleck back on track now, then he was in for quite a shock.

His nose crinkled up slightly in that way it did when he was having too much fun.

When Dicks hips rocked forwards, he grinned and gripped them firmer.

Dick's nostrils flared.

Why was his boyfriend such a little teasing shit?

"And unless you are the King or Queen, it is not your place to say."

He rolled his hips forward again, more strongly, pushing against the palms. Thrusting into nothing but hoping to get his point across. He wanted his cock back in Fleck's mouth. Now.

Fleck shrugged, still grinning like an asshole.

"Im still saying something. We wouldn't want people thinking the worst of their Prince, would we?"

Now he was just pushing Dick. He knew exactly what Dick wanted, and he wanted to see if Dick had the confidence to take what he wanted, or to start throwing orders again.

Dick growled in frustration, bearing his teeth.

His cock was still throbbing. Fleck was still grinning like an asshole. His mouth was still not doing what he wanted it too.

"I really don't fucking care."

Fleck's grin widened when Dick bared his teeth.

"Dick," he gasped through his grin. "Such terrible, terrible language. Really, you kiss my mother with that mouth. How could you?"

He was being painfully, cheesily over-dramatic now, but he still couldn't help himself.

Too much fun.

Fuck this.

Dick grabbed Fleck's hands and pushed with his whole weight so Fleck's back hit the mattress. He followed, pinning Fleck's hands either side of his head.

He didn't give him time to think.

Straddling a thigh, he rolled his hips against Fleck, pressing and rubbing against his cock, kissing him hard.

First, he just used just his lips. Then his tongue was between. Until finally he pulled sharply on Fleck's lower lip, leaving it swollen. Not stopping there, he worked his way down, sucking on the sensitive skin of his neck, adding another small bruise. Then another.

He stopped. Hips still. Nose to nose with Fleck, red face and panting.

"Just do as I ask, or I swear to God I am going to just leave you like this."

He used his whole weight to keep the larger hands pinned down. He may be stronger, but he was still lighter.

Fleck grunted when he was pushed down onto his back.

He opened his mouth to give Dick some witty nudge, but was silence before he could get a breath out. He groaned into the kiss, giving back in kind, thoroughly enjoying the roughness of Dick's frustration.

His head tipped back when Dick's lips ran over his neck, and he bit his swelling lip as he gave little breaths of pleasure.

His own frustrated sound filled the air when Dick went dead still.

But that didn't last for long. Fleck grinned, tongue sticking out. His piercing clicked against his teeth. "Yes, sir."

Dick zoned onto the piercing clicking against teeth, and his cock twitched.

He firmly kissed Fleck again.

"Good."

Sitting up tall, straddling a thigh, he looked down at his boyfriend and chewed on his lip as he decided his next move. They were in a completely different position to what they were in. Unless Fleck had developed superhuman abilities, there was no way his boyfriend was able to give him a blowjob like this.

He rolled off the thigh to sit on the edge of the bed, resting his weight on his hands. He looked over his shoulder.

"On the floor."