[AU][C][M] Family Dinner

Corban alternated between light kisses and little flicks of his tongue.

He was very much the same as Dick. When people begged, he wanted to push. It made him feel power. He'd never been in power in his life. This was something he had, no matter how minuscule.

Dick couldn't help all his reactions. He continued to squirm, pull on his lip and raise his shoulders when it felt oddly ticklish. Occasionally his breath hitched and that was all he allowed himself.

He resisted every urge to whine, plea and to tug at Corban's hair again.

Out of pure stubbornness, if anything else.

Corban was in no rush.

He would continue to tease Dick until the Vampire imploded if that's what it came to.

He was happy like this.

Dick resisted for one minute. Then another. Each kiss, lick and puff of Corban's breath felt as intense as the next until Dick swore on a gasp and pulled on his lip in an attempt to silence himself, but every word fell out.

"Fuck, Corban. Corban." He clung to his human tightly. "Shit, please, fuck me. Suck my cock. Ah- anything."

He ignored the begs.

He wasn't going to move at all until he was good and ready. Dick would have to deal with the painfully slow pace.

Corban's tongue teased lightly over Dick's pale skin.

Dick continued to beg, mostly made up of swearing and noise that couldn't be deciphered as words.

He didn't dare push and pull on Corban now. The threat of stepping out of line one time too many loomed and he didn't want to be left with his hand. Not when he felt like he was so close.

His shoulders hunched as the tongue traced over his skin and he gripped Corban's hips tightly.

His tongue trailed lower, to the base of Dick's cock, then back up his navel.

He was going to make this torture.

And Dick was too scared to do anything but accept it. He loved it.

"Fuck," Dick cursed, jerking when the tongue trailed low. It was so frustratingly close and Corban's stubble teased at the sensitive skin in a way that made it even more painfully frustrating.

"Fuck fuck, please, Corban."

It took willpower to resist grabbing a fist full of hair and shoving him down.

Not nearly good enough for him.

His lips teased, then he nipped at the skin, scraping it with his teeth.

His tongue ran gently over the irritated skin.

Dick gasped, hissed and writhed as Corban teased. The muscles under his mouth jumped under each new sensation.

He tilted his head forward to look down, cheeks hot and his brows turned up.

"Corban, just fuck me, please. How many time do I ha- have to fucking beg? Please."

Corban pulled back a little.

His lips quirked upwards for a moment and his pale eyes turned upwards.

His lips puckered and he blew gently on Dick's damp skin, sending an icy feeling flowing over him.

Dick jumped and took a tiny step back, cock throbbing.

Screw begging.

"You're an asshole. A fucking asshole. What is an asshole in Greek again? Kώλος? Kώλος kώλος kώλος."

In his flustered stated he butchered the word the first time round. Then it became less and less recognisable the more he chanted it.

Corban winced when Dick butchered his language. He just started shaking his head, sat back on his feet.

No. No, that was truly awful.

"Wait, no, I'm sorry," Dick said, the pleading tone returning, misunderstanding the reason for the distance between them.

The sudden lack of attention was worst that the torturing teases.

"You should stop speaking Greek."

It would be a mercy to all if Dick stopped butchering his language.

Dick kneeled, spreading his legs either side of Corban's hips so he could settle in his lap with their arousals between them. A shaky breath was taken in as he continued to resist the urge to position them how he liked - to make Corban do something useful with his mouth and cock.

"Okay, I'll stop. I'll be good."

"Good."

His palms curved around Dick's jaws gently and he leaned forwards.

Corban's kiss was slow, verging on the point of sweet; unhurried and gentle. It was almost languid, lazy.

Dick matched the tender kiss. It wasn't what he wanted, but it was better than nothing.

His arms curled boldly around Corban's neck and he tentatively rocked his hips, their arousals caught between them. He inhaled sharply, lips against Corban's.

Corban groaned softly into the kiss when Dick's hips rocked against his own.

His hands shifted down over Dick's chest and to his thighs. He gripped firmly, tight enough to bruise the pale skin, and hoisted Dick upwards.

With extraordinary balance, Corban bought himself to his feet without pushing himself up with his otherwise-occupied arms.

His teeth caught Dick's lower lip as he span, pressing Dick against the wall with the length of his body, situation Dick's thighs more comfortably around his waist.

The kiss turned rough under Corban's ministrations, and his hips rocked firmly up against Dick's.

Dick's humans' show of strength would, forever, be a turn on. Even more so when they were showing it off using him.

He knew that he outmatched them all in strength, but he still couldn't help but get a thrill.

Letting out a small sound as his back thudded against the wall, his ankles hooked behind Corban's back and he returned the kiss with eager roughness. He took Corban's lip and tugged firmly on it before Corban could get to his own. The taste of blood hit his tongue as his fang accidentally snagged on the soft flesh.

Corban hissed when his lip was snagged with a fang, and jerked.

His hips pressed harder against Dick's as he pushed harder into the kiss, forcing Dick's head back against the wall.

His hands slipped upwards again, slipping into Dick's hair, tangling in the curly locks.

Dick whined and his thighs tightened around Corban's hips.

His own hands slid up to grip the roots of the dark hair, forcing Corban to stay put himself as he attempted to make the kiss more of a chance of feeding. He sucked and lapped at the cut none too gently, and pinched at it between his teeth, fighting against the force of Corban's own mouth.

The sharp tang of his own blood on his tongue egged him on as Dick tried to hold him still.

He gripped tightly at Dick's thighs, hips rocking firmly.

One hand slid down Dick's thigh, and moved inwards until the tips of his fingers found Dick's entrance. He rubbed at it firmly.

Mouth still occupied with Corban's, he swore. He attempted to rock down against the fingers, twitching against them, wanting - needing - more then a tease.

A hand dropped down the length Corban's arm to grip his wrist and encourage his hand to do more.

Corban did as he was bid this time. When the encouraging hand pressed to his wrist, he pushed a finger slowly into Dick.

His hips rocked again, rubbing his cock against Dick's hip, trying to find some relief as his finger teased.