Ora Pattiniamo [C]

Fuck fuck fuck.

His teeth gritted hard, and he tugged at Dicks hair.

Fucking asshole. How did he grow into this little shit? He was so shy just a few months ago.

A little groan vibrated his throat as his hair was pulled and he sucked on Fleck's cock more eagerly, bobbing his head. Still careful not to pull him in too deep and cause himself to choke, or become too eager and make loud sloppy noises.

His jaw ached and he couldn't help but enjoy it. Even as the men laughed loudly. Then, finally, finally, they left.

This was intense, and the more Dick teased, the more tense he became, until he was almost shaking with the effort to keep quiet.

"Fuck!" he hissed when the door shut.

He tugged at Dick's hair sharply again.

Dick inhaled sharply through his nose, feeling a sting from his scalp the went straight through him to his cock.

He pushed back against the hand, a string of saliva connected his lips to Fleck's cock.

In a moment of impulse, blue eyes still looking up at Fleck, he sucked on his own fingers.

Fleck's mouth fell open when Dick looked up at him and very deliberately sucked his fingers.

"Holy fuck," he breathed. 

His cock twitched. His head thumped back against the wall again.

Doing that should be illegal. Holy fuck.

Dick's own cock twitch as his boyfriend looked at him swore. Not even touching him and he was having an effect on his boyfriend.

His hand moved from hip to cheek. The fingers sunk into the scared flesh, spreading it. There was a light noise from him and he squeezed appreciatively.

The fingers slid out of his mouth, wet and dripping. No time was wasted as he pressed the fingers against the Fleck's entrance, circling it. Eyes still on Fleck, he pushed the two fingers all the way in, knuckle deep.

Without lube, it wasn't slick and easy. He couldn't tease or Fleck with his vigorously with his fingers. He was limited. Instead, he curled them and rocked them in tiny, fast motions against the sweet spot inside him.

Fleck's teeth sank into his lower lip brutally as fingers pushed into him.

His back arched, hips pushing forwards desperately, hoping DIck would take him back into his mouth as he began to finger him with brutally efficient fast strokes.

His hands clenched, both in Dick's hair now, tugging at the strands.

Dick wanted to watch each flicker of expression on his face, but his view was obscured by both of his arms, and the sting on his scalp sharpened. His hips twitched.

Parting his lips, he took in the head that bumped against his lips and cheeks. He sucked eagerly, sloppy, trying to keep his head far back enough to have some semblance of control.

When Dick sucked, he was lost.

He shuddered, hips bucking involuntarily upwards.

"Fuckkkkk," he groaned, releasing his abused lip.

His fists tightened, and his entrance flexed and clenched around DIck's fingers. Heat and pressure pooled in his belly.

"Shit. I'm gonna cum soon," he warned.

Dick chocked as Fleck hit the back of his throat and squeezed the flesh in his hand harder, eyes pricking.

He ignored Fleck's warning. Spurred on by the swearing and feeling him clench around his fingers as he ruthlessly rocked them against his prostate, willing him to come. In that moment, there was nothing he desired more.

He could feel the hard grip on his ass, knew that the fingertips would probably bruise him. That only drew a sharply pleasant reaction out of him.

It wasn't long, when Dick was spurred on, before he came, jamming a hand against his mouth to try and muffle the noise that came form his throat.

SHitt.

Dick chocked and gaged as Fleck came in the back of his throat, not entirely prepared. His eyes squeezed shut and he forced himself to stay, keeping as much of Fleck's cock in his mouth as he could. Drool and cum drizzled from the corners of his mouth and down his chin.

His fingers kept going, then slowed as Fleck became a twitching mess and he pulled out, gripping his hip.

Simultaneously with a wet sound, he leaned back from Fleck's cock, his lips swollen and his cheeks flushed. His eyes pricked again as he swallowed what was in his mouth.

Fleck would have slid down the wall and right to the floor if it wasn't for Dick's firm grip on his hip.

His thighs were shaking by the time Dick pulled away from him.

"Shit, you're fucking dangerous now." A little confidence had made the vampire a very dangerous person to be around when he was horny.

Dick hummed, a smiled on his lips. Unthinkingly, he wiped his mouth on the sleeve of his jacket.

He lifted himself from the floor, pressing a kiss just under the hem of his shirt. Then he pressed a kiss to the Fleck's stubbled jaw. A little bit of pride and satisfaction coursed through him.

"You like it though."

"Too much," he agreed.

He loved this confidence Dick now exuded, and he loved every moment they shared when Dick wasn't held back by shyness and insecurity.

Even when those moments were in public.

"You want to wash off that sleeve," he suggested.

Dick hummed in question and looked down. He swore.

His first instinct was to rub it. That, obviously, didn't work. It just made the smudge of white worst. He needed to see if he could run it under water and use the bathroom soap to try and get it off.

Then he realised that his trousers were still around his ankles, his arousal prominent and his he was very much turned on.

This happened in all of the space of five seconds.

"Later," he said, his hands cupped Fleck's jaw to drag him down for a kiss.

Fleck's lips quirked upwards.

"Don't complain to me if it stains," he commented lightly in the breath between Dick cupping his jaw, and their lips meeting.

Fleck pushed into the kiss eagerly, demanding as much as he gave as his hands came up to weave his fingers through Dick's hair.

Dick hummed in the kiss and broke it to ghost his lips along the tendon of his neck.

"If it does, we would have to wait a while," he pressed a kiss to tanned skin, "until we can dress like this again."

He pulled Fleck down with his hand cupping his nape to kiss higher up his neck.

"You'll have to appreciate this now."

He nipped Fleck's unstretched lobe.

"I appreciate it."

He groaned lightly when Dick's teeth scraped over his earlobe, and his hands found Dick's hips, pulling him closer.

"Very much."

"Show me," he murmured against Fleck's ear. His fingers weaved into his hair, musing and partly pulling out some strands.

"Show me how much you appreciate it."

His nose bumped against Fleck. His eyes flicked down to Fleck's lips.

"How much you appreciate me."

"Stealing my phrases isn't cool," he snorted softly.

He captured Dick's lips in a languid kiss, fingers stroking through his hair gently, teasing the light strands.

He didn't push any further, though.

Dick just responded with a cheeky grin before they kissed. It wasn't the heated response that he wanted; fingers softly stroking his hair and Fleck kissing him softly. No. He wanted - needed - something more desperate than that.

Making a noise crossed between a groan and a growl, his fisted Fleck's hair tightly, and pushed for a faster pace in the kiss.

His teeth caught Fleck's swollen lip and tugged harshly on it.

Fleck inhaled sharply when Dick tugged at his lip, but just pulled back, as much as the hand in his hair allowed.

He grinned and, after a moment, leaned in to continue the slow kiss again.

He was in no rush now, since Dick was in a rush.

Fleck's grin was met with a throw. It was purely a growl behind his lips as they kissed slowly again. The kiss barely lasted a few seconds before he broke it.

"Fleck," he hissed.

He tilted his neck up and pushed Fleck into the crook of his neck.

"Little more urgency?"

Fleck chuckled quietly.

His lips ran gently over Dick's neck, nuzzling his shirt collar out o the way so he could press little kisses along his neck.

There was absolutely no urgency.