[AU][C][M] Family Dinner

"You're doing so many wonderful things to his poor, repressed soul, Dickie. It's how you draw us all in. You're new and different and oh so confident."

It was what drew Sacha in, for sure. Much like Hank, he had been a repressed noble who wanted far more than what he had. Dick had given him that and he hadn't looked back.

"Do I get a reward if I tell you, darling?" he purred, always ready to take advantage of a situation.

Dick grinned at the flattery, cheeks pink. Finding poor repressed souls and building them up had accidentally become his speciality. The had been many men like them even before Sacha.

His eyes were dark and heavy-lidded as he took in Sacha's request.

"Of course, whatever you want, darling."

"Whatever I want?"

That was too good to be true.

Sacha was a very self-centred person, and his favourite thing was to be lavished with attention and crude whispered insults as he was fuck. Dick tended to not give one person all his attention.

It was like a challenge for Sacha - one that he'd never quite been able to conquer.

The hopeful tone of Sacha's voice was a little too obvious.

Dick hummed in thought, rolling his eyes up. If his fingers were not so busy, he would have tapped his chin.

"Depending on my mood," he said cheerily.

Sacha pouted, his cheeks puffing out.

If it was dependent on Dick's mood, Sacha would never get his way. Dick was too playful, too fickle, to ever give Sacha what he wanted.

It was simple, though. If Dick didn't give him what he wanted, he wouldn't give Dick what he wanted.

Dick simply blew a kiss at Sacha, as he leaned forward to pull at Hank's hair - the waves mused even more so from the number of times fingers had been threaded through it.

"You should come back over here. His mouth is better than your own hand."

Sacha stuck his tongue out. He wasn't impressed with Dick's teasing.

Hank perked up when Dick spoke, very interested in the thought of Sacha coming back into play.

"No. Our boy has to choose one of us. Fingers in his ass, or fingers in his mouth." Sacha gave Hank a wicked grin as the younger man pouted his plump lips.

Dick's lips turned into a thin line before he gave a nonchalant shrug.

"Fine, enjoy your own hand. Corban?"

He flicked his eyes over to the quiet man and raised an eyebrow. The last time he spared him a glance he still had his trousers firmly laced.

"I will. Enjoy the boy that's lusting after my fingers."

Corban still had his trousers laced, but he was watching Dick with darkly intense eyes.

When an eyebrow was raised at him, he raised one back.

He let their staring match go on for another second then two, before rolling his eyes.

"Surely you must want to finally take your cock out and put it in this boy's desperate mouth?"

He jerked Hank's head to encourage him to look at Corban. There was a rather dramatic way in which he spoke and act, saying; look, I am using verbal communication with you.

"I've never been much of a fan of mouths."

Or following orders.

Corban's denial was clear. He didn't want to use Hank at Dick's demand. He was a man that did what he wanted when it came to sex. No prompts or demands were ever heeded unless they were something Corban wanted himself.

It was his turn to pout.

"You're no fun - either of you."

Dick liked playing games - his games. Playing other peoples games were never as fun... most of the time.

He leaned forward so his lips were against Hank's ears.

"Looks like it is just you and me," he murmured. "Stay still for a second."

He nipped his ear and gave his ass a slap with oil slick fingers. He had taken them out so he could begin to pick at his laces.

"I'm the most fun you've had in years," Sacha denied with a wave of his free hand. Sacha knew he was fun.

Corban just shrugged his broad shoulders lightly. He wasn't here to be fun. He was here to feed Dick, and fuck him when he wanted some domination.

Hank stilled when Dick whispered in his ear, jerking slightly when he was slapped, but stilling again immediately.

His tongue ran slowly over his lips.

Dick unpicked his laces and pushed own his trousers mid-thigh. A low sigh that was borderline a moan left him as the hardness between his legs was finally freed.

With what was left of the oil on his fingers, he slicked his cock up before placing his hands on the hips in front of him to guide them toward him.

"Sit up. Let everyone see how much you enjoy this."

Hank swallowed thickly when the order reached his ear.

His eyes flickered over Sacha's, then up to where Giacinto was watching the scene with a half-smile on her face.

He let out a shuddering breath as he pushed himself up to kneel. His trousers clung to his mid-thighs, and his cock was hard and heavy between his thighs, damp with streaks and dribbles of precum.

His cheeks and neck were flushed with obvious enjoyment.

Dick pressed a kiss on Hank's shoulder.

"Good boy," he purred.

Lining his cock up, he swore low and long as he pushed the first inch into tight heat, his forehead pressed against shoulderblades.

He wasn't one to be quiet, and he certainly wasn't one to silently fuck someone. Each reaction had very little restraint to them. The only time he showed restrained reactions was through a game or bet - but it didn't come easily to him.

Hank gave a shuddering gasp, his head tipped back, as Dick pushed into him slowly.

His hands clenched and flexed by his sides, not knowing what to do with them. He wanted to touch himself, tease himself, but he didn't want any repercussions. He didn't want Dick to stop.

Fortunately for Hank, Dick didn't stop. Wouldn't have stopped. The haze of desire had taken over him.

He undoubtedly wanted to fuck and feed on Hank.

As he worked is way deeper and deeper, he groaned, rolling his hips in a steady but slow rhythm. His arms slid around Hank's torso, oil slick fingers reached for his heavy cock. It felt hot and thick between his fingers. He gave it a squeeze.

"He's so pretty like that," Sacha crooned. His fingers teased his own cock. "But he's not writhing nearly as much, Dickie. Torture him a little, won't you?"

Sacha wanted to see Hank writhe and moan in blissful torture.

If he wasn't getting his fun, then he wanted a show.

"Torture him yourself," Dick said, eyes peeking over Hank's shoulder.

His free hand was making it's way up the broad body, appreciating what years of carpentry had done to it. It inevitably found a nipple. He toyed with it lightly, gently rugging and tubbing on it, before he gave it a hard yank.

"I'm content to watch. I can see all his reactions from back here."

Hanks muscles twitched under Dick's light fingertips, and he gave a shuddering breath when those fingers teased at his nipple lightly.

He gasped, his back arching when his nipple was yanked. His body shuddered.

"Then if you -" he was cut off with his own gasp and groan as he felt Hank shudder around him. He swallowed thickly. He hadn't timed that right.

"Then if you are content to just watching, stop commenting."

Not needing to talk, he gave a nipple another sharp pull.

"Just sharing my skill, Dickie. You need the advice." His voice was dry and insulting at best.

Hank gave a quiet noise when his nipple was tugged again. His hands twitched again, then one raised to cover Dick's hand on his cock, squeezing firmly. He gave a hiss of satisfaction.

"I don't need advice from a brat."

A shudder ran through himself from the chain reaction Hank squeezing himself caused. He had half the mind to let himself keep touching himself - the idea of it appealing - before he swatted the hand away.

"No touching."

Sealed with a sharp slap to Hank's thigh.

Sacha watched the moment unfold.

"My advice is to use a nice length of rope," Sacha suggested with a pleasant smile, watching with eager eyes as Hank jerked under the slap of Dick's hand.

Hank's eyes flashed up at Sacha's suggestion and darkened.

"Ohh, he likes that idea, Dickie."