[AU][C][M] Family Dinner

Corban frowned when Dick gagged but didn't drool or cry.

He pulled his fingers from Dick's mouth and wiped them along his cheek. "Don't disappoint me, Dickie. I want to see you drool."

He pressed his fingers back into Dick's mouth. He wanted to see the drool running down his chin.

Dick kept his mouth open, cheeks flushed, resisting the urge to swallow the wetness building up in his mouth.

He gaged noisily around his fingers again. The time the drool overspilled from his lips and dripped down the corner of his mouth. He kept his eyes open, gauging his reaction.

A smile came to Corban's lips.

He smeared the dribble of drool across Dick's cheek with his thumb, licking his lips slowly in appreciation. He loved the look of it, how obscene the smear of drool across Dick's skin was.

"My little slut," he crooned.

Heat crept up his neck and prickled his scalp. The freckles were almost obscured by the redness.

Yet he didn't shy away. He pushed his shoulders back, straightening his body up. He was pleased by the slight praise he was given and was angling himself for more.

Still gagging on the fingers, he pressed his tongue against them to purposefully cause more drool to overspill.

"Good boy."

He withdrew his fingers, catching the tip of Dick's tongue between them and pulled it, so it was sticking out. "Keep it there. Don't swallow anything."

He withdrew his fingers completely now, wiping drool over Dick's chest.

If his tongue wasn't so obscenely out, he would have had the same expression as he had earlier when he provoked Corban enough to make him lash out a little; pleased. The most obvious indicator was his cock twitching between his legs.

A bit of drool dripped down his tongue and ran down his chin as he waited in anticipation.

His eyes were purely and solely on Corban. It was easy to forget everything else that was going on in the room.

Corban leaned back comfortably against the wall, eyes running over Dick's body slowly, appreciatively.

"I bet this-" He pressed the tip of his index finger to the slid of Dick's cock, pressing his cock to his navel, and pinning it there with his fingertip. "-whats attention."

He whined, loud and clear, as the tip of his cock was touched. He squirmed again, grasping for more than just a teasing touch. Yet it was frustratingly pinned to his navel.

"Uhuh," was the noise that came from him as he nodded.

"Work for it."

His palm pressed to the length of Dick's cock, keeping it pinned to his navel.

Corban smirked, green eyes dark with lust.

"Rut."

There was a second of hesitation. Then he began slowly rocking his hips. The prickle of pleasure had him quickly and shamelessly rutting against Corban's hand.

Dick felt exactly as what Corban had called him earlier: A slut.

He kept going, face flushed, only stopping when he began to chock on his own build-up of spit. He spluttered, and by sheer willpower, kept his tongue out of his mouth.

His head was bent forward when he managed to compose himself, panting. His eyes stung. A single tear had fallen down his cheek.

"So pretty," he crooned quietly.

His free hand lifted. His fingertips ran over the Vampire's wet cheek, wiping away the tear.

"Does it feel good, Dick?"

He was already flustered, but he straightened himself up again as Corban spoke to him. Praised him.

Yes, he was pretty. Beautiful. Desireable.

He leaned into the fingers as if to kiss them before realising his predicament.

A noise that was supposed to be a yes came from his throat.

"You're a good, needy little slut," Corban crooned.

The most vocal Corban ever was was during sex. He was a quiet person usually, but during sex he had no end of things to say.

"Dripping all over yourself." His hand ran low, dragging through the drool on Dick's chin and smearing it down over his neck and chest.

"So hard, rutting against my hand." 

His lips curled upwards. "So desperate for more."

Yes, he was needy. He was good. So good.

He let out another low whine.

There was a need to reach out and touch Corban. Run his hands over his chest. Weave his fingers through his hair. Play with his nipples. Kiss his neck. He wanted to do all of this.

But he didn't.

He remained as he was, doing all as Corban said, letting him touch his body. He did nothing more because he wasn't sure he was allowed to do more. He wanted to be good.

Corban watched Dick, admired the deep blush on his cheeks, spreading down his neck and onto his chest.

He pressed his thumb against Dick's tongue, then tapped it a couple of times. "Put it away."

His hand slid tenderly down Dick's neck.

"Do you want more, Dick?"

Dick pulled his tongue back into his mouth and swallowed. His jaw ached a bit.

As fingers drifted down his neck, he tilted it, eyes on Corban.

"Yes, fuck, I want more. So much. Please."

His hand slid from Dick's throat and came to rest in his own lap.

"Go fetch the oil," he ordered with a tilt of the head towards where the oils were kept in the room.

There was that second of hesitancy again before he obediently stood up and made his way over.

He was hot and hard with dried spit on his body, and there was still blood on his lip and chin. Yet he still walked in a dignified, unrushed manner. His head was held high.

Grabbing the vial, he turned and made his way back to Corban to settle in his lap.

As soon as Dick began lowering himself into his lap, Corban started shaking his head.

"Oil your fingers up. I want you to bend over and stretch yourself for me."

He patted Dick's thigh gently, nudging him to move off of his lap.

"Oh," he exclaimed. Then as Corban's words settled in and he patted his thigh, he exclaimed more loudly; "Ooh."

There was a second before Dick twisted out of his grasp and crawled forward. He curved his back and spread his legs in what he thought would be the optimal view.

He looked over his shoulder at Corback, his own braid tickling his back.

"Like this?"

"Just like that."

That was a beautiful sight. He didn't want to ever forget that sight.

"Stretch yourself for me. Let me see how needy your ass is for me," he crooned.

He was needy and hard, yet he teased himself.

With a slick finger, he circled his entrance and made himself twitch with a pleased noise coming from his throat. He continued to do that, over and over, slicking the outside before gently pressing into the muscle - not even pushing a full digit into himself.

He had tried to look at Corban as he did all this, but his neck ached after some time. So he simply closed his eyes, tossed his head back and enjoyed the process of stretching himself with the knowledge of Corban watching. Leering.

A little bit at a time, Dick fucked himself deeper, still with the one finger, until he had one, two, then three digits inside him. The backs of his legs were trembling a little.

He pulled the one finger out and began the process again with two fingers.

Corban's eyes trailed slowly over Dick, eyeing each self-teasing movement with eager appreciation.

He relaxed against the wall, his hands shifting over his thighs to find the lacing of his trousers. He plucked at the lacing, loosening it enough to make his hardening cock a little more comfortable.

When the one finger pulled out, Corban spoke up. "Slap yourself. I want to see your lovely ass nice and pink."

Dick bit his lip and refrained from fingering himself again, despite twitching needily for Corban to see.

"Yes, sir," he said it quietly, cheeks hot. The words were only for Corban's ears.

It was a little awkward to slap himself, and the first time was nowhere near satisfying. So he did it again, leaving a wet, red print against pale skin.

Corban's nose wrinkled at the whispered words.

"Corban," he corrected. He'd lived his life as a slave, calling every mother's son sir. There was nothing glamorous about living that way, being beneath others. He didn't want that to seep into his sex life. In fact, he was more than happy to avoid it. Forever.

He drank in the sight of the skin flushing under the second slap.

"Good boy."