[AU][C][M] Family Dinner

"He wasn't getting pissy about taking a boot off. Plus, he was quick at it."

He slid so he sat in the chair, instead of perching on the armrest, sprawling across the couch. His legs were crossed over where he sat, and his rested an elbow on the other armrest.

"Besides, there is three of you now, I have to spread my attention. You have to earn it a little more."

Sacha huffed at the explanation.

After steadying a firm look on Dick, he turned and kneeled in front of Hank. He pressed his lips to the Italian's as his hands followed Corban's down to tease his cock.

Hank gasped into the kiss, hands clenching into fists on his knees.

A pout of his own formed on Dick's face as he watched Sacha up and leave.

What he had planned for this evening had fallen flat on its face, but interest sparked in the new direction it was taking. He watched with keenly, still sprawled on the chair.

This was difficult for Hank.

One handsome man behind him, slowly running fingers up and down his shaft and kissing gently along his neck. Another handsome man in front of him, kissing him so sweetly, and teasing him with the occasional pinch to the head of his cock. And a third handsome man watching them all.

He hadn't even known that he enjoyed people watching him like this until he'd joined these three.

A particularly sharp pinch delivered by Sacha had his hands flying up to the Frenchman's ribs, nails biting into his pale skin.

Unable to be still, he shifted again so he was sprawled on his front in what could be a slightly uncomfortable position, arms crossed over the armrest.

This wasn't what he wanted, and it was all happening too quickly, but he could work with it. He was adaptable.

"That was mean, Sacha," he tone lacked annoyment, and his eyes drifted over to his flustered human in the middle. "But I did say not to move your hands, Hank. Corban, how many slaps do you think that deserves?"

Sacha pulled back, smiling when Hank followed him, trying to kiss him again. "He doesn't think it's mean. He loves it rough, don't you, darling?"

Corban hummed against Hank's neck, hands smoothing up Hank's stomach. "At least ten." Tne nice form spanks would make his ass nice and stingy. It'd be a great start to a fun night.

Fleck made a quiet noise, looking up at Sacha almost pleadingly.

Dick made no attempt to stop Sacha as he tormented Hank. The faces and noises he was making were too delicious. They were about to get even more so.

"Ten is good, we can up them each time he forgets himself."

He waved his hand; proceed.

"Make sure they aren't weakhanded."

Corban turned a disbelieving look up to Dick.

Weakhanded?

Corban shook his head slowly, then let his hands move to Hank's hips. He gave them a firm tug, dragging him until he was bent over on his knees.

Sacha grinned as Hank came very close to his cock. "Am I still to refrain from getting even a lick to my cock until we reach solid land again, Dickie?" he asked as Corban delivered the first firm spank.

Hank jerked forwards, gasping. His nails scraped against the wooden floor.

Dick just returned Corban's disbelieving look with a grin.

He pulled on his lip as he watched Corban deliver the first firm blow, not able to take in all the delicious reactions Sacha speaking up.

"You didn't walk out. If you want to fuck his face now you can. Just don't complain if you're totally spent too early, I'm not the one giving out blood this evening."

"You've spent seven years with me, and you still think so lowly of my prowess?" Sacha was insulted.

That was exactly what Dick had intended.

"I've been given permission, so open your mouth lovely." Sacha ran his thumb along Hank's bearded jaw as Hank opened his mouth obediently, just to gasp as another slap was delivered.

Two more slaps were delivered before Hank realised Sacha wasn't going to make him suck his cock just yet. He tried to swallow the saliva building in his throat, but it spilled over, dribbling down his chin.

The fifth slap made Hank gasp and moan loudly.

"You're being mean again," he said, rather approvingly as saliva dribbled down Hank's chin. What a sight.

The loud gasp and moan had his cock throbbing, uncomfortably now trapped by tight clothing. But he endured it, out of pure stubbornness.

"To you? Always." Sacha gave his Vampire a bright grin. He would always be around to be mean to his Vampire.

The slaps continued, and by the tenth he was twitching a little, hot and bothered, and drooling quite a lot.

"And now we can play, darling," Sacha purred, cupping Hank's chin and guiding him forwards. Hank was more than eager.

Dick's lips turned into a thin line as Sacha gave him a far too bright grin. The shit.

His eyes dipped to watch Hank eagerly take the cock with intent interest, pulling his lip between his teeth.

Today his cock outweighed his stubbornness.

He lifted himself up from the seat and made his way over to his three humans. Slender fingers skimmed Sacha's skin; over his shoulders, up his neck and followed the line of his stubbled jaw.

He continued on past him to where Hank was bent over Corban's knee. He kicked Hank's legs open wide to settle down between them. Two cool hands smoothed over heated skin, a flush on his own cheeks.

"Adequate."

He flicked his eyes up teasingly at Corban.

Sacha leaned into the teasingly light brush of fingers over his neck and jaw. For all his big words and flippantry, he enjoyed attention - Dick's attention most of all.

Hank's legs shuffled open when Dick kicked them open, bunching up the fabric of his pants, that Corban had pulled down to his upper thighs so he could deliver more satisfying slaps, even more.

He groaned when cool hands stroked over the stinging flesh, back arching a little, pressing his backside into Dick's hands eagerly.

"If my ability to spank another is only adequate, perhaps then I should practise on you, so you can direct." Corban's hand found Dick's shoulder, and his fingers skimmed down his back. When they ran over his ass, he squeezed a cheek firmly.

Giacinto gave a little tut as she watched the four of them play. "It must be exhausting being owned by three humans," she threw out lightly. Watching their interaction, Dick was so thoroughly owned by Sacha and Corban that she wondered how Dick ever believed that he had control over either of them. Hank she couldn't get a read on yet, but she was certain he would follow behind Corban's lead. Quieter than Sacha, but no less disobedient.

Dick twitched under Corban's hand and squeezed the soft skin pressing against him reflexively. He looked partly considering.

His whole face flooded red at Giacinto's comment.

"I own them," he said firmly. Stubbornly. A little too snippy. "I just don't want to keep them on a tight rein - where's the fun in that?"

"Knowing you can have what you want without a procession around it?" Giacinto suggested. "You're hungry, you drink. You're horny, you bend one of them over and fuck them."

She shifted to stand and strode over to the group. "But you? You have to make them all happy enough to be agreeable to feeding and fucking." Giacinto cupped Corban's chin, guiding his face up so she could look down at him. Red met green. She made an appreciative sound, thumb running over his lower lip. "It's a shame. These boys are all so beautiful. They'd make wonderful sluts if you trained them right."

Dick narrowed his eyes as she cupped Corban's jaw. His hand shot out to grip her wrist. There was no contest of strength, but he wasn't about to roll over and let her smear her hands all over his men.

He didn't like sharing.

"They are mine, and I treat them how I want. Find your own men to make sluts out of."

"I have done, Dickie, and they're very well behaved." Theatrically, she released Corban's chin and waited for Dick to release her.

Sacha gave a big huff. "Dickie, you should be playing with us, not arguing with maman." He reached forwards, making Hank gag on him with the movement, and grasped Dick's free wrist, tugging on it to bring him back round to the three of them instead of Giacinto.

He released Giacinto's wrist as Sacha tugged at him, his glower lingering before putting his whole attention on his humans. He wasn't about to let his little spat with Giacinto sour his mood.

He tugged on the wrist holding his, leaning forward over Hank, to kiss Sacha fiercely. His hips pressed flushed against the exposed ass, reminding him of his own ignored desire.

Giacinto tittered quietly to herself as she left the four of them to it. Really, you try to help...

The fierce kiss had Sacha biting roughly at Dick's lower lip, and gripping firmly at Fleck's loose hair. All of their hair was loose. Along with a partial ban on shirts, Dick tended to ban hairties as well. He enjoyed loose hair on his men, watching it flow, and tugging them around by it. 

Hank grunted around him when his hair was tugged.

Dick whined into the kiss, his lips sore, and he rocked his hips against the redded ass. He enjoyed teasing, and that extended to himself.

He retaliated the bite, accidentally snagging the plush lip on his fang. A happy accident.

Gripping the back of Sacha's head to keep him in place with a fistful of hair he was so fond of, he continued the kiss, lapping at the broken skin and tasting just the hint of blood.

Sacha hissed when his lip was split and sucked on.

Dick never did have it in him to be gentle when he was riled up. Both he and Corban had numerous scars on their bodies. Both of their thighs were dimpled in puncture scars. It would only be a short amount of time before Hank joined them there.

Hank pressed back against the hips pressing firmly to his ass. He wanted more.

Another groan rose up his throat as Hank rubbed against him.

He broke the kiss with Sacha but he kept eye contact with him as he bent to kiss Hank's shoulders. Only closing his eyes when he physically couldn't look at him anymore.

The kisses down Hank's spine were slow, pointed. There was a kiss to each vertebra. All the way down until he had to prize apart soft flesh to continue southwards.

This wasn't something he often gave, but that didn't mean his tongue was no less clever. Blue eyes turned up to catch Sacha's gaze, he flicked his tongue over Hank's entrance in tiny, quick and teasing movements, with the occasional long drag of the flat of his tongue.

Sacha watched as Dick leaned down and began teasing light kisses down Hank's back.

He settled back when he saw the flash of Dick's tongue, pulling out of Hanks mouth. He grinned, lifting Hank's face up with a finger under his chin.

"You're so spoiled, Hank. Dickie never does this for me anymore."

"Maybe I would if you weren't so pissy all the time," he said, before returning to the task at hand. The red flesh was readjusted in his grip so he could open him further apart to lick more eagerly at the sensitive ribbed skin.