[AU][C][M] Family Dinner

"Yes, Corban," he corrected himself, blissfully unaware.

The words of praise had more of an effect on him than the act of slapping himself. Even though he had ensured it stung.

"Should I do it again? Or stretch myself more? I want you inside me, Corban, so bad," there was a whimper from him, "so bad."

It was the most he had spoken since Corban had almost silenced him with the light threat of leaving him here hard.

Corban's lips curled into a true grin, showing his teeth.

He loved how receptive Dick was to his teasing, how eager he was to please. He'd certainly never been like this with Sacha. Sacha would probably pout up a storm if he saw Dick like this.

"Stretch yourself. Nice and loose for me."

Dick bit his split lip and pushed two fingers inside him. Within the span of a few minutes, he had gotten very desperate. The teasing way he had with himself had gone.

He attempted to stretch himself comfortably with the two as quickly as he could. A few swears were uttered under his breath, mixed in with Corban's name.

Then he added a third with a little bit of force. He hissed, rutting on his own fingers, his forehead was bowed and pressed to the floor.

Corban watched the show for a few long minutes.

"That's enough. Come here. Bring the oil." Corban patted his thigh, gesturing for Dick to come straddle his lap again.

Dick lifted himself up and crawled back into Corban's lap. He was flustered and breathing deeply. Each movement had him aware that he had just fingered himself.

He had kept hold of the vial as he worked himself. The pattern and decor of the bottle had left red indents in his hand, which were revealed when he gave it to Corban. It was a minor miracle he hadn't broken the vial.

Unable to help himself, he leaned up to press some light kisses to Corban's throat.

He took the vial and set it down, then reached for Dick's hand again, stretching it open palm-up so he could look at the imprint of the bottle's details.

He traced the patterns on his palm gently for a few long moments, but was distracted when Dick leaned forwards and peppered his throat with kisses.

"You want my cock," he rumbled in Dick's ear as the Vampire kissed his neck. "Undress me."

He waited for a beat, then smirked. "With your mouth."

Corban had, as Dick had called it, that ugly look on his face. But he kept his mouth shut.

"Yes, Corban," he murmured against tanned skin.

No ifs, no buts. There was just the strong desire to please him.

He pressed a kiss to the hollow of his throat, then down to the centre of his chest. He shuffled back so he could have room to work.

Another kiss was pressed to the centre of his chest. Then there was a flicker of mischief. Glancing up at the human, he diverted his attention and nipped Corban's nipple.

"Good boy."

Corban ran his hand over the crown and back of Dick's head, effectively petting him like you would a good dog.

One thick brow arched when Dick's bright eyes glittered up at him, then he groaned softly, fingers weaving into Dick's long hair.

Dick had preened when he petted his head, and even more so when the fingers curled through his hair.

There was always a deep satisfaction in getting Corban hotter for him.

He continued to lave the nipple with attention. His tongue flicked and swirled over it, occasionally lightly nipping it. Then nipping it with more force.

Corban's breathing came in little pants, and eventually, when Dick's teeth teased at him, sharp little gasps.

He loved the feeling of Dick's tongue and teeth against his nipple.

"I've seen the way you enjoy Hank's piercings. Would you enjoy it if I had them?" Corban would be honest and say that he was interested in them himself. He'd seen well-decorated people sporting golds and silvers and gemstones pierced through different parts of their bodies all their life. He wanted to know what that was like.

Dick's eyes turned up to Corban's, dark.

"Yes."

The thought of Corban's wearing body jewellery for him hand his cock twitching, pressed against Corban's thigh.

Dick was, and always will be, a major fan of body jewellery.

He pressed a kiss to the centre of the broad chest.

"I would enjoy it immensely."

He lavished the other nipple with attention.

Corban's lips turned up at the excitement in Dick's voice.

He wondered why Dick had never bought this up to him in the past. The thought of it clearly excited him. He'd enjoyed jewellery on Sacha long before Hank had joined them.

Corban had watched for years as Dick lavished Sacha in fine jewels - gold and silver, rubies and sapphires and emeralds. He'd received not even a fraction of the jewellery Sacha had.

Part of him wondered whether Dick was attracted to the rough working-man vibe that Corban embodied, and that was why he rarely received fine gifts like Sacha, the delicate aristocrat, did. That part of him, a part that he tried to tamp down regularly, felt somewhat bitter. He wanted to be gifted fine jewellery and other luxuries the way Sacha often was.

It was something he had never expressed verbally to Dick. He didn't want to accuse him of treating his humans differently, poorly in comparison to each other, because truly he didn't. Corban enjoyed the way Dick treated him.

Now, that he would soon have a piercing, would Dick begin lavishing him with jewels to wear?

"When we dock next, we can seek out someone who will do it."

Dick was oblivious to Corban's wants and desires. He had gifted Sacha, many times, only because he was a whiny brat that needed appeasing. Although, he did look good in them.

Corban had never been vocal with him about jewellery before. So he didn't think he treated them unfairly, and just assumed the man liked the simple things in life.

Dick was certainly liking the new turn of events.

"Maybe get someone on this ship to do it, so we can enjoy it faster." There was a joking tone in his voice. He didn't trust anyone on this ship to go near his humans with anything pointy.

He sat back up in Corban's lap. He still ached to be fuck, but he could put it off a little longer, enjoying this rare power he had over Corban. Both hands had a nipple between their fingers, which he teasingly twisted, pulled and pinched.

"As soon as we dock, we will find someone," he promised. "Then you will have an excuse to drink from me for a reason."

That idea was dismissed quickly with an arch of his brow. No, no one on the ship was going to be piercing his nipples.

Corban's back arched a little, and a low noise of pleasure sounded deep in his throat as his nipples were teased together with deft fingers. He loved the feeling, and his cock was hardening in his trousers to an almost painful degree.

"I don't need an excuse to drink from you. I do it when I want, because we both enjoy it." What more excuse or reason did he need beyond seeking and fulfilling pleasure?

"I can't argue the logic in that."

He leaned forward to kiss his neck again. The few light pecks. Then he opened his mouth to suck at the skin, a strong determination set in him to bring a darker splotch on dark skin.

His fingers still teased. His hips began to rock against the hardened cock pinned under Corban's trousers.

"Only fools argue with logic. Leave that to Sacha."

His hands found Dick's hips, pressing him down against his cock, seeking out friction he desperately needed.

His hands gripped tightly at Dick's hips, tight enough to bruise Dick's pale, delicate skin.

Kneeling on the floor, Dick's stronger body had the advantage.

He pushed his hips up, against Corban's hands. If Corban wanted him to grind against him hard, then he will just do so softly. He would barely brush his skin against him for as long as Corban allowed him. Or, rather, how much he can push Corban's limits.

With a wet sound, he pulled back from the neck and grinned. Where his mouth had been had taken on a warmer hue.

Corban wasn't so tolerant to teasing as Dick himself was.

It only took him a few moments to give Dick's backside a sharp spank. The Vampire's skin flamed red and the crack echoed through the room.

"Sacha's had plenty of time to rest now," he said pointedly.

Dick cried out and jerked as he was spanked.

It was far more satisfying than slapping himself. It stung more, too.

He pulled on his lip, which didn't hide the smug smile, and he lowered himself more heavily into Corban's lap.

"I'll be good," he promised and leaned in to kiss him deeply.

Corban broke the kiss too soon.

"I won't be so lenient on the third mishap."

Three times. That was all he would allow before he left Dick to his hand, or worse, to Sacha. Sacha always caught a second wind after a short nap.

"Put that mouth to use."

"I'll be good," he promised again, pressing a kiss to Corban's stubbled chin that tickled his lips, "I'll be good."

His hands dropped from Corban's nipples to his hips, and his trail of kisses was not diverted this time. He created a straight line right to the hem of his trousers.

Luckily it seemed Corban had already undone the ties, so it was just a matter of loosening the laces by pulling at them with his tongue or teeth. He worked dutifully at loosening them. The fabric it held together became wet as he mouthed at it.

"You should be."

He let Dick move down his body, fingers curling in his hair when his teeth began to pull at the laces of his pants.

"Bad boys don't get cock. You wouldn't want to go without, would you?"

He knew the answer to that.

Dick shook his head, rubbing his nose against Corban's crotch.

"No."

Face down, he pushed himself up on his knees and curved his back in what he hoped to be a more pleasing position for Corban to view, rather than him just laying flat.

"I want it so bad. I want you so bad."

"Then behave and undress me."

He really wasn't going to be lenient anymore. Dick needed to behave and do what he was told.

He nudged Dick backwards and drew himself up to his knees so Dick could pull down his trousers easier.

Dick lifted himself fully up on to his knees so his mouth was at Corban's waistband. Or, at least, close enough.

"Still with my mouth?"

He spoke with his lips next to his crotch.