Ora Pattiniamo [C]

The feel of Dick pressing against him through the cloth of his pants had Fleck groaning. He loved the friction of cloth against his sensitive cock.

His hips ground down firmly against Dick's as he pressed harder into the kiss.

Dick gasped as hips pressed down firmly, momentarily breaking the kiss. Then he parted his lips eagerly for Fleck as he pushed for a harder. He sought out the pierced tongue with his own and slid over the metal ball with a groan.

But there was only so much kissing he wanted to do.

Without bounds to stop him, he took Fleck's shoulders and nudged him firmly down into the direction where he wanted his mouth the most.

Fleck resisted the push on his shoulders, looking down at his boyfriend with a grin.

"What if I don't want to suck your cock, hmm?" he questioned with an arched brow.

He still planned to be difficult.

Dick looked up at Fleck in disbelief with a hard line between his brows. There was the urge to scream again.

"Then that will make two of us dissatisfied tonight," he said in a level tone.

He raised an eyebrow back, challengingly. Not particularly threatening when his face was flushed pink, his pupils were wide and dilated, and his glossed lips were parted as he breathed deeply.

Fleck's brows shot up.

"You're getting grumpy," he teased with a grin, leaning down to peck the tip of Dick's nose.

His head bowed slightly to kiss Dick's lips again as he rolled his hips firmly against Dick's, brushing the coarse material of his not-so-expensive pants against Dick's cock.

The peck on his nose caused it to scrunch.

"I've been-" He sucked in a sharp breath, unable to meet the kiss properly, arching up into the body above him.

He tilted his head to the side so he couldn't be interrupted by a kiss again. There was nothing he could do about Fleck grinding against him.

"I've been grumpy since the first time you refused to put your lips to better fucking use."

"Better use?"

Fleck smirked and stopped, just hovering over his boyfriend.

"And what better use would that be?" he questioned with a teasing sort of innocence. As if he didn't know.

Red-faced, he glared, a reluctant to say. He knew Fleck knew exactly what he was on about. It didn't take a genius.

He glanced away.

"Sucking my cock," he finally said, feeling if he said it in English it would be a less embarrassing. Instead of the words rolling off his tongue, as the would have done in Italian, they came out blunt.

His lips twitched up into a smirk.

He loved being able to push Dick to say things that he knew were embarrassing for him. It was a power he held over his boyfriend.

"You want me to suck your cock?" He head tipped to the side as he awaited his answer.

His blushed darkened, and he suddenly decided that the bluntness was far lewder now he heard it out of Fleck's mouth.

"Yes," he stressed, still speaking in English. Then he quickly tacked on; "Please."

Fleck pulled himself up and off Dick, and then off the bed.

He took a couple steps backwards, hands descending to his pants as he did. They dropped, and he kicked them and his underwear aside.

Then he lowered himself to his knees, naked, in the middle of the floor, and opened his mouth.

Dick pushed himself up onto his hands and watched appreciatively.

Not for a second did he think his boyfriend would kneel in the middle of the floor, waiting for him to put his cock in his mouth. It was obscene. His own mouth felt dry. He swallowed.

Slowly he stood up, knees already a little weak, and made his way over to his boyfriend.

The opportunity was presented to him so nicely, he couldn't help gliding his thumb across Fleck swollen lip from side to side then to centre. The pinkie under the stubbled chin and his index against the cheekbone.

Biting his lip, he pushed his thumb in slightly to scrap it over Fleck's bottom teeth. His breath shuddered and his cock twitched. He snatched his hand away.

That wasn't what Fleck had his mouth open for.

Placing both hands atop of Fleck's head, he guided him down to the tip.

While Dick's mouth ran dry, Flecks began to water when Dick made his way towards him.

With his mouth open like this, he couldnt swallow.

So when Dick pushed his thumb into his mouth, and Fleck's tongue met it with a flick, a little string of drool dribbled from his lower lip.

Fleck's head moved easily under Dick's guiding hands, and his lips wrapped around Dick's cock. He sucked gently, eyes falling shut.

Dick moaned loudly around a swear, and his hips bucked forward uncontrollably. This what he wanted all night, what he had been anticipating for, and this time it wasn't accompanied by a chilled sting.

"Fuuuck," he moaned again, slightly quieter, "fuck."

Fingers tightening in the hair, he bent forward. He almost wanted to sob in relief as he rolled his hips in Fleck's mouth. Already he was so, so close.

Fleck gagged when Dick's hips rolled, and his cock pushed to the back of his throat.

Fuck.


Fuck that felt good.

His hands moved up to grasp Dick's hips as he sucked harder, eyes falling half shut in his lust.

Dick cried out, voice unrestrained, as he came, hard. His navel pressed to Fleck nose as he spilt inside his mouth until he was left shuddering and panting.

He coultn't think for a moment. His knees felt weak. He wished he had a wall or bed to slump onto.

He slouched forward and managed one word; "Fuck."

Fleck swallowed when Dick came, his grip tight on his boyfriend's hips when he slumped over.

He breathed in steadily through his nose, then pulled back slightly.

His grip on Dick's hips was steady as he pulled away completely.

He licked his lips then grinned. "Feeling less grumpy?"

A shudder coursed through him when he pulled out, his cock sensitive to the slight touch or movement. He hummed in answer, low and long, satisfied and sated.

He relaxed his grip on Fleck's hair and slowly joined him down on the floor, pushing him back so he could lie on his chest, ignoring the hardness between them.

"I think I can sleep for a week now."

He laid back when he was guided, arms wrapping around Dick.

"If you think that's the end of tonight-"

Fleck rolled the two of them over, pinning Dick down. "Then you're sorely mistaken."

He pressed a kiss to Dick's nose.

Dick grunted as he was rolled and pinned, and it took him out of his happy daze a bit.

His nose wrinkled as it was kissed and he hushed Fleck.

"I'm basking," and he was going to bask in the afterglow for as long as it takes. He felt he deserved it.

Fleck's brow arched when he was hushed.

He huffed, and leaned down, nuzzling Dick's neck firmly, then kissing it. The kisses soon melted into nips and wet sucks, leaving a myriad of marks on his pale skin.

It wasn't just his cock that was left oversensitive. His throat vibrated as he made a small noise while his neck it was nuzzled and kissed. Then he gasped and arched as kisses turned into nips.

"I don't know what you are trying to achieve here." You could hear the grin in his voice. He was using the exact same tactic Fleck had used; ignoring your far more frustrated boyfriend.

"I'm trying to achieve turning your neck purple."

He pulled back to admire his work. A collar of red marks. They'd purple nicely.

He grinned down at Dick. "I'm doing quite well."

Cheeks turned from pink to red.

"Oh."

He couldn't help but touch his throat, over the oldest mark Fleck had just made. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed.

"Are you? I would have thought you would have been done quicker with that big mouth of yours."

"I'm savouring the moment."

He pressed a smacking kiss to Dick's lips.

"Let me bruise your throat to fuck slowly, thank you."

Then he dipped down and returned to marking up his throat.