[AU][C][M] Family Dinner

"I'm not pissy. I just like what I like. You're just particularly good at doing things I don't like."

In the background Giacinto gave a little huff. Clearly she had opinions on that comment.

Hank groaned, pressing back against Dick. His hands moved to grasp Sacha's thighs as his hazel eyes turned up to him.

Sacha tutted teasingly. "By my count, that's another couple spanks, darling."

At Sacha's words, he sat up, eyes on the pair.

"A couple?" He rubbed his thumb over the wet skin where his tongue had been. "I think another ten."

He took matters into this own hands this time - literally. A firm slap was delivered across Hank's ass, at a different angle from Corban's spanks.

Hank's head dropped when the two conspired against him, biting his lip in a mixture of dread and anticipation.

He gasped when Dick's hand connected with his ass, making the already hot flesh tingle with pain.

His nails bit into Sacha's thighs and the Frenchman groaned quietly. He enjoyed the bite of nails and being scratches.

Dick stroked the skin he lashed at sweetly, before striking it sharply again. He continued on, deliberately taking his time until one side would sting considerably more than the other. Each print was lost in the sea of reddened skin.

His eyes flicked up to the quieter one of his humans and raised a brow; what do you think?

Hank was slowly getting lost in the feeling of sharp stinging and the slow burn setting in.

When Dick turned to him with the question in his eyes, Corban raised his fingers to his mouth and gestured lightly. Verbalise. If they'd learned nothing else about Hank, it was that he enjoyed having things in his mouth, and he fell apart when he was spoken dirty to.

It was the only tip he could give him, really. Hank was enjoying this, just like he was intended to. Verbalisation would really be the only thing he could suggest to up the enjoyment for him.

Dick's eyes dipped to where Corban gestured too, understanding dawning on his face. He leaned over to kiss on top of the finger, flicking his tongue over it before returning his attention back to Hank.

Throwing blunt orders and insults he could do as easily as breathing. Being clever with his words and dirty talking wasn't always his strongest suit.

He took a fistful of hair and pressed against his back, his lips only just reaching his ear. "A part of me wonders if that was really a punishment for you," he spoke in a low voice, "do you like being used like this?"

He knew the answer. He wanted to hear it.

Corban's pale eyes lit up with lust when Dick's tongue flickered over his finger. He shifted, sitting more comfortably, leaning against the arm of the chair to watch the three of them.

Hank exhaled sharply when Dick tugged at his hair.

Was this really a punishment? No. Not at all.

"Yes," he admitted after a moment's hesitation. Yes, he enjoyed being used like this, as embarrassing as it was.

Dick nuzzled approvingly. It was a lot easier to get that out of him now compared to only a few months ago.

His free hand snaked around the broad chest to graze over a pierced nipple. He liked the exotic look of them and how fun they were to play with. He was rather convincing for all three of them to get one.

"Bet your cock is throbbing over the idea of being a slut. Tell me, how much do you want mine to be in your ass or Sacha's back in your mouth?"

He inhaled sharply as the bar of silver in his nipple was toyed with. He liked that Dick had developed an obsession with toying with it. Sacha had admired it, but didn't play with it much, and Corban was entirely disinterested in it. Apart from the times he played with himself, Dick was his only source of play there.

Dick's words had his mouth running dry and his cheeks flushing with blood.

Fuck. 


He didn't speak, but Sacha was there to embarrass him further, cupping his chin in a tight hold and pulling his face up. Their dark eyes met and Sacha grinned, pressing against Hank's lower lip with the pad of his thumb.

"The look in his eyes tells me he wants it a lot, Dickie."

"I don't him to tell us with his eyes. He has a mouth, he can use it - in more than one way"

He pressed a kiss to the tanned neck and pinched his pierced nipple sharply.

"Tell me how much you want us inside you, Hank. Tell us how much you want to be fucked from both sides."

"He can certainly use it," Sacha agreed with a deep purr. Hank was very good at using that mouth of his.

Hank gasped when his nipple was pinched, body jerking slightly, rubbing his ass against Dick's crotch.

"I want it... you. Both of you." His words were just as hesitant as before. He hadn't quite developed the knack of speaking so openly sexually. He wasn't nearly as eloquent as Sacha or Dick.

Dick let out a short breath as Hank rubbed against him. He had to catch himself not to get lost in the sensation. Not yet.

"How, how do you want us?" He pushed, darkened eyes flicking up to Sacha with a grin on his lips.

As he waited for his answer, he sucked lightly on the sensitive skin of his neck.

"I want your cock," he answered quietly. His eyes flickered up to Sacha. "Your fingers."

His thighs trembled a little as lips teased against his neck.

"My fingers?" Sacha tapped them against Hank's cheek idly.

Dick moved up from Hank's neck, leaving a small red splotch, as he answered. The was a flush approvingly across his cheeks at the idea, despite not being a participant.

"You head what he wants," he readjusted his grip on the dark hair, tugging it tightly, "make him choke on them."

The tug to his hair tipped his head back a bit, pulling him up to look up at Sacha.

His mouth was already open in anticipation.

Sacha made no move to give him what he wanted, just continued to tap his fingers lightly against Hank's cheek.

"He's being so good for you and yet you still tease him," Dick tutted. Hypocritical coming from him. He wasn't known for being generous. In fact, he still toyed with the pierced nipple, instead of wondering his fingers south to oil and stretch Hank open.

"I suppose I learned from the best, Dickie."

Sacha arched a challenging brow at his Vampire. He hadn't been much of a tease before becoming Dick's, but the Vampire's playful nature had rubbed off on him.

His fingers moved, tapping his fingertips now across Hank's lower lip.

"Mouth open, tongue out," he ordered. Hank complied immediately. "Good boy."

Sacha pressed his fingers into Hank's mouth, making him gag and coating his fingers in saliva. Then he pulled away, shuffling backwards a couple of feet. He unlaced his pants with his dry hand, releasing himself from them, then began to stroke himself with his newly slick fingers.

"Now you have to choose between Dickie's attention or mine."

Dick watched with intense interest as fingers pressed into Hank's mouth, causing him to gag. He licked his own lips.

Then it was over too soon. A part of him wished he hadn't rubbed off so much on Sacha.

"He isn't a fool. He will stay with me."

Confidently, he let go of Hank's hair as he leaned back. His thumb trailed firmly all the way down his spine to press against his entrance. He glanced over at Corban in hopes he understood it as; get the oil.

"You're not a fool are you, Hank?" He pressed his thumb down.

Hank actually paused at the ultimatum given to him.

He floundered for a moment, a flood of drool dripping off the end of the tongue still outside his mouth. His oral fixation was his biggest kink. There was no way to hide that from anyone. To have fingers in his mouth, sucking them, drooling when he was gagged...

But Dick was providing his very own strong argument as a thumb pressed teasingly against his entrance.

His eyes slid shut, and he pressed back against Dick.

As much as he wanted to feel something in his mouth, his choice was Dick.

Corban returned to the little group, stopping beside Dick. He rolled the edge of a stoppered glass bottle along Dick's shoulder.

Dick waited with a suspended breath, which he let quietly go when he felt Hank press back against his thumb. He threw Sacha a smug smile, but his eyes did linger between the blond's legs.

He glanced down at the back of the brunettes head.

"Good boy," he murmured, pressing his thumb down even more so the tip of it pushed through.

A shiver crept up his spine as glass rolled against his skin, and he lifted his hand, cupped, expectingly.

Sacha pouted, looking away from Dick when he was given a smug smile.

"I'm not much one for speaking," Corban whispered in Dick's ear as he opened the bottle and poured some oil onto Dick's outstretched hand. "But I do enjoy the general decency of verbal communication occasionally. I'm more than an animal trained at the gesture of a hand."

He bit sharply at Dick's neck, then pulled back to let him continue teasing Hank.

Dick gasped and jerked as his neck was bitten. The motion caused a little bit of the cool oil in his hand spilled over and slid down the firm ass presented in front of him.

Corban had flustered him, but he also looked a little too pleased with himself for someone who had just been reprimanded.

His newly slick fingers pressed against Hank's entrance, rubbing it.

"If you want my cock, fuck yourself on my fingers first."

His muscles jumped as cool oil splattered against his skin.

Corban looked far too smug as he settled back in to watch the two of them. Sacha had relented and was watching from the sidelines, too. He, though, was keeping himself occupied with a hand around his cock. Corban hadn't so much as unlaced the ties of his pants yet.

Hank pressed back against the slick fingers obediently, pushing himself onto them. He groaned quietly as he did.

He teased him by just allowing him to push back on one finger, angling it down to that sweet spot inside him, but doing little more than that. He wanted to get Hank frustrated and fuck himself on his slender fingers.

"Show me how much you want this."

Hank groaned quietly, pressing back against the finger.

His cheeks flared as his hips began to rock. This was... It was lewd and embarrassing, and he couldnt help the moan that sounded from his throat. This was flustering him, making him feel hot and bothered.