[AU][C][M] Family Dinner

"I like - ah - watching him flounder."

He nipped tanned skin, mind whirling. He glanced back up at Sacha.

"If you want to see him tied up so much, make yourself useful for once and get the rope yourself."

Sacha drew himself lightly to his feet and flounced off.

A minute later, a rope slid around Dick's throat and was pulled tight, not quite cutting off his breathing, but close. The rope slid upwards, forcing Dick's head upwards.

Sacha leaned down to kiss his Vampire's lips upside down.

Then he skited back, leaving the neck around Dick's neck, and returned to his spot so he could carry on watching.

The sudden sensation of being almost chocked threw him off guard, and he jerked into Hank while gaping. He tilted his head up and whined into the kiss. His brows furrowed just slightly.

As Sacha skittered back he watched hungrily, with his lip between his teeth. Red marks came up where the rope had been. He was panting.

Leaving the rope dangling around his neck, he took Hank's wrists. He pushed them to the front of his body.

"What looks better, the tied at the front? Or," he pulled them towards him, "the back?"

Sacha gave his Vampire a smug grin as he was watched with that dark, lustful expression.

Dick loved being challenged and proving that he was the better of the two. What was a challenge more than one of his submissive humans choking him?

"Behind. Much more vulnerable that way."

Pulling out with a shudder, he nudged Hank forward to work more easily. The wrists were lifted further up. Instead of resting on his lower back, they rested just under his shoulder blades.

Taking a moment to appreciate his effective work, he smoothened his hands down tanned hips and between his thighs before he pulled Hank back. He rocked his hips against him to rub between red cheeks.

"If you want me inside you," he purred, voice thick with lust, "you have to beg for it."

The twist of his wrists to get into that position, held up by his shoulder blades, was just the right amount of uncomfortable to offset and enhance the pleasure he knew was going to come.

He bit his lip when Dick pulled him back against him.

"Per favoure," fell from his lips immediately. His cheeks were red, but his shame was at an all-time low. He wanted this. "Ti voglio."


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Please
I want you

Now, was he speaking in his first language because he was so deep in pleasure, or was his speaking in his first language because he was too embarrassed to say it in any other?

Either way, it was hot.

"Say it in English, sweetheart, I don't understand."

He stretched up and nipped the lobe of his ear.

"I-" Hank paused for a long moment, hesitating.

"I want you." His voice was a breath, a whisper. His cheeks pinked further.

His back arched, pressing his backside against Dick's cock eagerly. "I want you. Per Favoure. Please."

Dick groaned as Hank begged and pressed against him. A hand drifted up his thigh to cup and tease his balls.

"Where do you want me?" He let out a short, stuttering breath. "Tell me."

His thighs trembled lightly under the delicate touch of Dick's fingers, and he groaned long and low in satisfaction as he was touched.

"Everywhere. Nella mia bocca. Nella mia culo. Ovunque."

He wanted it all. Everything Dick would give him and more.

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In my mouth
In my ass
Everywhere

He murmured a soft swear under his breath at that, which showed his understanding. That didn't stop the sting of a slap on Hank's thigh.

"English," he reminded him.

He inhaled sharply when he was slapped.

His thighs were trembling again. He wanted so much more.

"Everything," he repeated. Everything, he wanted everything that Dick was willing to give.

He squeezed his hand.

"Everything?" He prompted. He knew he said more than that in Italian.

"Everything. I want you. I want everything."

Sacha tutted. "He's not very original when it comes to dirty talk, is he? Especially not in English. Poor boy isn't as fluent as you or I."

Hank still very much struggled with English.

"He needs a much filthier mouth, Dickie."

Sacha's voice broke the little bubble he found himself in. He frowned at him over Hank's shoulder.

"I thought I said no commenting if you're just watching?"

Not that he was entirely surprised Sacha didn't listen to him.

"But it will get better over time," he said, pressing a kiss to damp skin. Implying both the dirty talk and the English. He predominantly spoke to his men in English.

"You did say that," Sacha confirmed dismissively. As if the things Dick says actually had any standing for him. Sacha was very selective about the orders he followed.

"It will." Sacha knew it would. Already Hank's English had improved by being with them. "But he's still so tame."

Dick hummed and pressed a kiss to his shoulder again for a moment. He was still rolling his hips and sliding his cock between his cheeks. He didn't make a move to push back inside him.

"You hear that? Sacha thinks you're being too tame." He nipped the skin. Putting his cock inside him wasn't the only thing he was eager to do. "You have an audience to please."

Hanks eyes raised to Sacha.

"No one can please Sacha, no matter how much they try," he breathed in dry Italian.

Sacha heard his name and perked up in interest. "He said my name. What did he say?" Sacha wasn't very good at Italian. It was too harsh a language for his delicate French tongue.

Dick blinked then laughed a little, his forehead pressed against Hank's shoulder. That comment was totally unexpected. Especially since all he had been since he walked into this room was breathy moans and cries of pleasure.

"I think you're my new favourite."

For that, he thrust his cock back into Hank, their skin slapping together.

Sacha pouted when Dick laughed. Whatever had been said had been said at his expense. He wasn't pleased with that.

"What did he say?" Sacha repeated, aggravated.

Hank reduced again to gasps and moans as Dick thrust back into him.

"What did he say?"

"Secrets," he simply said between shortened breaths.

There was a rhythmic slap as he set a steady pace. The hand not busy teasing Hank's cock slid up his front. His thumb flicked his nipple as he passed it before cupping his throat.

Sacha glared at his Vampire. "Don't be cruel. Tell me what he said." Sacha wanted to know what the newest of them was saying about him.

Hank's breath stuttered when a cool hand slid up his chest to curl around his throat. His muscles jumped in excitement as those fingers curled around him.

He muttered an oath under his breath.

Dick grinned as he felt muscles jump and heard the soft oath under Hank's breath. He would have to thank Sacha later for crafting ideas into his head. If he was feeling nice.

"Why?"

He applied firm pressure to Hank's throat.

Hank swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing against Dick's palm. His cock visibly twitched.

Of all the things that had happened tonight, Hank was clearly enjoying this the most.

"Because I want to know what he's saying about me. Tell me."

Sacha's gaze was firm. "Tell me. Tell me. Tell me. Tell me. Tell me."

Dick had hoped that he could block out Sacha. He could simply focus on Hank and his obvious enjoyment in breath play, if the twitching cock in his hand was anything to go by.

But Sacha was being Sacha.

Dick decided he wasn't going to be nice later.

"Can you shut the fuck up?"