[AU][C][M] Family Dinner

Even sitting behind him, he could see the red splotches creep up his shoulders a neck - the part currently no covered with hair. He made a low appreciative sound after Hank moaned.

"That's it, show everyone how much you enjoy this," he cooed. A second slender finger was added.

He gasped as a second finger pushed into him and the coo hit his ears.

He dropped to his elbows, and buried his red face into his forearms, trying to do just the opposite.

Hank had spent many years being repressed. He still had times when he closed in on himself and couldn't accept the great amount of pleasure all these lewd acts (ones that would drive his father to an early grave if he were to ever know) gave him.

"Don't hide," he said in the same tone, nuzzling his shoulder.

"You look so good like this. I bet he is making some pretty faces, isn't he Sacha?"

He flicked his eyes up at the man in question.

"I don't know," Sacha replied, tilting his head to the side. "Pull his head back, and I'll tell you."

He gestured for Dick to pull Hanks hair. It was a move that all three of them would enjoy. Hank, probably, most of all.

Dick took a fist full of hair and yanked back sharply to lift his head and expose his face to Sacha.

"Better?"

Hank gasped when his hair was yanked sharply, his hooded, lust-darkened eyes meeting Sacha's.

"Mmmm, now that is a pretty face," Sacha purred. He licked his lips, watching as Hank gasped and jerked, pushing eagerly back against Dick's fingers.

"Keep your head up, sweet, Sacha want's to see every face you pull, don't you?"

He eyes hadn't left Sacha, wandering up and down his form - pointedly at the hardness between his legs.

He leaned back again, releasing his hair to test Hank's will, and drifted his fingers lightly down a cock much closer to him.

"Most certainly, darling." Sacha wanted to see every twist of his expression.

Hank kept his head up when Dick let go of his hair, but his cheeks were dark and his eyes dropped a little. Filled with equal lust and shame. He jerked when fingers skimmed along his cock. Fuck.

Sacha hummed in appreciation.

"You're so hard so this," he said as he squeezed around the thick length, "so hard for me to fuck you."

He began to stroke the cock methodical, slowly. His thumb pressed against the slick head each time he lifted his hand. As he did so, a third finger was added. All three pushed down and rubbed on his prostate.

"Yes. Si," Hank admitted.

Sacha grinned. "Dickie, you have in speaking in Italiano. You're making a mess of the poor boy."

The poor boy was falling apart under their eyes. They all loved it.

Dick could speak Italian fluently and easily. He didn't switch over to make it easier for the Hank.

"He was speaking all sorts of profanities when we first met, thinking I couldn't understand. Thinking I wouldn't know."

He squeezed the tip of Hank's cock.

"He was all like; oh, yes, fuck me, fuck me now please, you're cock feel so good inside me. Oh god, oh fuck, you're going to make me cum so hard." He moaned loudly around his words for effect. Not the dirtiest thing to come out of his mouth, but enough to cause an effect.

Hank gaped when his words were repeated. His cheeks flushed darker still.

He whimpered when the head of his cock was pinched.

Sacha perked up in interest. "Our little Hank has such a dirty mouth? I must try harder to bring it out of him."

"I'm just a better fuck than you, isn't that right, Hank?"

He sped up his hand around the thick cock. If someone didn't know him, they would have thought he was bringing him to orgasm.

Dick had different plans.

Hank just gasped and moaned in response.

Sacha wasn't having any of that shit. "Vampirism-related stamina isn't nearly as good as actual skill, darling. Hank just hasn't had enough experience to know the difference."

"Finally something the Frenchman and I agree on," Giacinto commented, grinning at her husband, who uttered a curse at her.

Dick frowned at Sacha, and took it out of Hank by fucking him a little too harshly.

"One minute you call me addictive and get pissy over not getting my full attention, then the next you're insinuating I'm not a good fuck. Would be more believable if you are a bit more consistent."

Fleck grunted, not an entirely pleasured sound.

"I want your attention because I should be your favourite and always have your attention." He said it with such simple confidence that you could almost believe that he was still the aristocratic Frenchman that got everything he wanted.

"What makes you think a prissy noble is my favourite?"

He bent down to press a kiss to Hank's shoulder.

"I think I like a more rustic charm, and he doesn't insult me at every opportunity."

He sweetened his touch, almost rewardingly.

"Because you chased after me when we met, fought that werewolf man for my attention, and kept me after that first fuck." He grinned, chin tipping upwards. "You're far too prideful to do that for anyone else."

Dick didn't chase. He saw and he conquered. 

"He insults you often enough. He's one of us."

Dick knew that Hank insults him, or at least snickers at Sacha's insults. He was just trying to ruffly Sacha's feathers, but his answer just gave him an excuse to have a little more fun.

His hand left Hank's cock to tug on his hair. He continued to fuck him with his fingers to the best of his ability in this position. Sometimes it was a curse liking taller men.

"Have you really been insulting me?"

Sacha pouted when Dick blanked him in favour of teasing Hank.

That was just rude.

Hank swallowed thickly, wisely keeping quiet at the question. He knew he'd be in deep shit if he answered that one.

Dick let the silence follow thickly. Pink lips turned into a grin.

"I take that as a yes," he said cheerily.

He leaned back and slapped him. The use of his left hand was not less gentle. His right hand was busy still fucking him. He always had a knack for being able to coordinate both hands.

Hank gasped and jerked when he was slapped.

Damned if he did, damned if he didn't. He would have been punished if he had spoken, or punished if he hadn't.

"He enjoys insulting you almost as much as I do, darling," Sacha crooned.

Dick tutted.

"If you are going to insult me, say it to my face. Why don't you start now?"

His hand came down for another sharp slap. Then another. His fingers remained deep in inside and rubbing against the sweet spot.

Hank was crumbling under the rough ministrations, melting into a moaning pool of lust.

Sacha was almost gleeful as he watched them. "Our darling Hank is quite stage shy, Dickie. He's still so new." Soon he'd get comfortable enough to insult Dick to his face. Sacha and Corban both had.

"The way he's moaning wouldn't suggest that," he said between slaps, then continued them. By the end, his left cheek would have matched his right if the redness hadn't gone down - then more. He kept slapping him after the current tenth mark.

"Until then maybe you should tell me when he is being rude."