[AU][C][M] Family Dinner

Sacha tutted with teasing scolding severity. "That is the pot calling the kettle black, Dickie."

They were both attention whores. They'd both accepted that particular flaw in themselves many moons ago.

Sacha was quite proud of it, actually.

His dark eyes gazed down at Dick when he knelt in front of him, and he bit his split lip when lips skimmed his thigh.

He continued the trail up, with tiny gaps in between each kiss. It made it timely. He didn't rush each kiss, either. It was one of the few things he was patient with.

Carefully avoiding Sacha's cock, with only a few loose curls tickling it, he swapped his lips for his tongue. He followed the clear-cut line of Sacha's hip.

ANticipation built with each little kiss.

By the time Dick had reached his cock, his breathing was ragged. He gave a broken whine when Dick skipped over his cock in favour of licking a line over his hip.

His fingers curled in Dick's hair, pushing slightly to try and guide Dick towards his cock.

Dick wonder exactly how long ago it was since they started. If he was still with Hank, he would probably be coming, or at least close.

That wonder died down as soon as he heard the whine, and he grinned up at Sacha.

"You asked me to tease you, then whine about it," he said, resisting the push on his head.

A hand slid up his body to pinch a nipple.

He groaned in satisfaction when his nipple was pinched.

"I want more, Dickie. I always want more." He could never get enough of Dick and his touches. He wanted so much more from his Vampire.

He tugged on Dick's hair, trying to guide him again.

He pinched a little harder.

"Greedy."

He let Sacha guide him - to a point. Hovering in front of Sacha's cock, he flicked the tip of his tongue over the head, blue eyes leering up at Sacha's face.

"Always," he replied with a little grin.

Greed was the greatest flaw in Sacha's personality. He was always greedy - always begging for more.

Sacha whined again when his cock was teased, head dropping back to thump against the wall as his hips rolled forwards, the head of his cock bumping against Dick's lips, and another quiet groan sounding.

Dick leaned back as Sacha pushed forward. He gave nothing more than the tip of his tongue to the tip of his cock. For a moment. Then he gave nothing at all.

He licked his lip.

"You commented on Hank's dirty talk earlier. Why don't you give me a demonstration on how it's properly done?"

The issued challenge made Sacha's lips curl upwards.

Dirty talk.

Now that was a game he was good at. 

His head tipped back, so he was looking up at the ceiling, and his pal body flushed a little. Like Dick, he blushed fairly easily. It was a curse of fair complexions. 

"Will you touch me, Dickie?" His tongue ran over his lips. "I want to feel you - your fingers inside me, stretching me - your mouth on me, your teeth. Your cock as you fuck me."

His legs spread a little in invitation. "I want your fingers. Doigtes moi, s'il vous plait."


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Finger me, please

His tongue swiped over the length of Sacha's cock. Then he pressed it to his torso to capture a rivulet of blood as he stood.

This close, at his full height, he had to tilt his back just slightly to look up at the other blond.

"You're certainly convincing."

The fingers of Sacha's nipple skimmed up over his skin until they touched the wet lower lip.

"Open your mouth for me."

Sacha's lips curled upwards into a smug teeth-showing grin, and his tongue ran over his teeth slowly.

He knew he was convincing. He was damned good at talking dirty.

His lips parted obediently for Dick's fingers.

Dick kissed his jaw before sliding two of his fingers in, watching from the corner of his eye.

He was hyper-aware of each sensation as he pushed his fingers into wet heat. The tongue was smooth against the pads of his finger. Teeth scraped knuckles and caused a spark up his wrist.

The constant blush on his face warmed.

He pushed his fingers deep into the mouth, pressing down on the tongue.

Sacha gagged, hands flying up to grip at Dick's sleeves. Little tears prickled at the corners of his eyes.

Sacha wasn't one for being made to gag. He enjoyed it occasionally, when he was getting really into a blowjob, but not so much like this.

He whined quietly.

Dick kissed his cheek as he gaged and whined before easing up.

A little apprehensively, he pulled his fingers out slick with saliva and dropped them between Sacha's legs. Not taking his time to tease since spit dried up so quickly, he pressed two fingers against Sacha's entrance. In, out and back in again; pushing in a little deeper each a time.

He kissed the bloodied side of his neck as he did so.

His legs spread further, accommodating. 

"You're so mean to me," he muttered, lips pushing into a pout now that his mouth wasn't otherwise occupied.

"Why are you so cruel, Dickie?"

Dick huffed against pale skin, curling his fingers inside Sacha.

"I can't do anything without you deeming it cruel."

His hips rolled downwards, into the curling fingers teasing him.

"If you were nice to me, I wouldn't call you cruel," he pointed out logically. It was simple enough. If Dick was nice, he wouldn't call him cruel.

Dick's tongue ran up the tendon of Sacha's neck, curling his tongue back into his mouth just under his ear, flicking a dangling earring. An old gift he gave Sacha.

"Maybe I would be nice if you were nice to me."

He kept his fingers deep to tease the inside of him. He wished he had taken the vial of oil from Corban now, rather than provoking him.

He shuddered as the cool silver filigree casing the deep red ruby of his earring whipped over his heated skin.

"I'm always nice to you. It's my defining trait." He could only say that with a straight face due to practise. If he hadn't bullshitted that exact lie so many times in the past couple of years, he would have cracked up.

His hips rolled again.

"It's not that much further to our room," Sacha hinted.

His lips quirked up and he let out a small huff of a laugh.

That was total bullshit.

"It's not," Dick acknowledged but made no move. He stayed where he was, fingers deep in Sacha and lavishing attention to his neck.

"We'd be much more comfortable fucking on a bed," he hinted a little harder.

His voice was getting more breathy, his hips rolling with a little more vigour. 

"Luxuries. Pillows. Oil. Restraints, gags." He gripped at Dick's arms and whimpered, biting at his already split lip.

"Maybe I enjoy fingering you in the corridor?"

His pulled his face from Sacha's neck to nip his chin.

"Let everyone see what a greedy slut you are."

Although, the promise of oil was very appealing. Most of all to his twitching cock.

"I enjoy it, too." 

He dipped his head to give Dick a sweet little kiss.

"Dickie, I will bend over and show the entire crew what a greedy slut I am for you as long as we have oil," he promised through a moan.

It was a true promise, too. He would walk right onto the deck and bend over and beg if that was what Dick wanted, and he would enjoy every second of it.

Dick groaned and kissed him back slow and long for that. Sacha declaring that he was his and only his pulled something deep inside him.

He pulled out of Sacha and tugged him towards his room.

Sacha moaned into the kiss, enjoying Dick being tender with him. it didn't happen too often.

A smile bloomed on his face when Dick pulled away from him and began pretty much dragging him to their room. He was almost skipping to keep up with Dick's fast pace, but didn't breath a breath of a complaint.