[C][M] Distraction

Dick kept the vibrator held there, lifting his wrist up and down as he read one page, then two. Because the passage was particularly interesting, he read another.

"Sorry, I thought that was your ass."

Fleck couldn't see it, but he was grinning with his own amusement.

He brought the vibrator up to Fleck's entrance. He didn't push it in, just added light pressure on and off with a flick of this wrist as it hummed.

Five pages this time.

Fleck's hands clenched and his back arched, desperate to feel more, to maybe have the vibrator push into him.

He had been wrong.

Dick was being purposefully cruel to him. So, so cruel.

He whined into the gag after five minutes of the on and off teasing, hips rolling depserately against Dick's thigh.

Dick bit his lip. It was hard to read while his boyfriend was rutting against his thigh.

Once the five pages were up, he turned it off.

"You're distracting me. Try to keep still." He tapped the vibrator against his twitching entrance. "I won't turn this on again until you do."

He groaned in displeasure, pressing his thighs together as he tried to still the desperate thrusting of his hips.

It took a few minutes to reign himself in.

He exhaled heavily through his nose, body tense as he kept still.

If there was one thing that he could be patient with in life, it was when he was teasing his boyfriend.

He waited for him to still, then waited just a little longer more.

Words came up to this lips, then died down. He made himself bring them up again.

"Good boy," he said, experimentally. Then flushed darkly. It felt entirely wrong coming from him.

He cleared his throat and turned the vibrator back on. It was pushed inside Fleck, this time to be trusted shallowly in and out.

Just another couple of pages.

Fleck's breath hitched when Dick uttered the praise.

He'd found, in the time that he and Dick had been together, that he'd started to enjoy praise. With Rafaella, he hadn't much enjoyed praise. It was just another thing.

But with Dick? He loved it.

Maybe it was more the fact that it was Dick giving him praise. He loved Dick, he wanted Dick to be pleased with him, and any verbal confirmation made him feel incredible.

A keening sound of pleasure left his throat when the vibrator was pushed into him.

He couldn't help the small thrusts of his hips.

After two pages of rereading the same sentence numerous of time, he had decided he was done with it.

Didn't mean he was going to stop playing this game.

Kindle left on Fleck back, he turned the vibrator off and slapped his thigh sharply.

"Lift your self on your knees. You still can't seem to keep still."

He wasn't going to allow him to come by rutting against his leg.

He jerked when he was slapped and the kindle slipped from his back, landing, luckily, on Dick's lap rather than on the floor, and possibly destroyed.

The shift up onto his knees was awkward and fumbly. His thighs trembled and shifted awkwardly. Laid out like this, his cheek pressed further into the couch and his back arched deliciously, thrusting his ass upwards for Dick to enjoy.

He wasn't going to be able to stay too still like this, but it'd be more difficult to bring himself pleasure.

"Good boy," he forced himself to say. He wasn't about to let a word get the better of him.

Besides, he wanted to let Fleck know he had done exactly was he asked of him.

Vibrator back on, he thrust it in deeper, angled down to rub against the bundle of nerves inside of him. He watched, with an unsteady breath and a flush on his cheeks as Fleck would writhe around it.

He was carefully listening out to the sounds he was making and was watching the pattern of the twitches of his body was making. Waiting, for however long it took, for him to come.

Yet, just a few precious moments before he could, Dick turned the vibrator off and took it out.

The praise brought a little shiver from him. He loved it. 

He groaned deeply in satisfaction when the toy thrust into him. It didn't take long for him to start rutting back against the toy again, desperately searching for more pleasure.

He groaned and gasped, all muffled by the gag, biting down on the rubber firmly when the toy brushed against his prostate just right.

A little pool of drool was beginning to form under his cheek.

A whine sounded when the toy was pulled out of him. He grunted a curse, but it was unintelligible muffled by the gag like it was.

"Sorry, need to grab the charger for my kindle," he said breezily.

The kindle that was on his lap, on the horrifying percentage of ninety-seven.

He leaned over, peaking at Fleck's face now he that had a good view as he reached for the charger, and grinned. His freckled cheeks flushed and his cock twitched in his sweatpants. It had become half hard when Fleck was writhing in his lap.

As a show, he tugged at the charger, but it didn't seem to want to go much further than the armrest.

"Nevermind, I think it will survive."

He leaned back and leered at his boyfriend arched over him, waiting for him to come down from his impending orgasm enough so he could start teasing him again.

The vibrator brought down between them, he turned it on. Then up a level.

He touched the tip of Fleck's cock.

He watched what he could of Dick theatrically reaching for the charger and giving up. Slow breaths escaped him, like he was trying to hold back any bubbling annoyance.

His boyfriend was an asshole. A cruel, cruel asshole.

He resigned himself to waiting the long haul for anything, and laid there silently as the buildup of arousal faded, leaving behind frustration.

Resigned to the wait, he didn't expect the touch of the vibrator against his cock. He jerked and yelped, hips rocking desperately as the vibration ran through him.

Dick let out a small laugh as he boyfriend jerked and yelp at the vibrator touched the most sensitive part of his cock. A little too gleefully. Maybe a bit evil.

He placed his hand between tense shoulder blades. It was to both be soothing and to keep him down.

He ran it up the underbelly of Fleck's cock, then pressed it and rubbed it at his balls.

His thighs twitched, his jaw clenched, held open by the ball of rubber lodged into his mouth.

His hips jerked as well as they could with him being held down like he was. The vibrations felt fantastic.

His cheeks began to pink when he started rutting the air, hoping to feel more of the teasing vibrators running up his cock.

Then the vibrator moved and his back arched,  pressing himself back against the toy teasing his balls.

"You look good like this," he murmured, testingly. Yet his voice still had the notable notes of being thick with lust.

He brought it away from Fleck's balls and trailed it up the back of his thigh, skimming for a split-second back over his balls at this different angle.

The vibrator, still on the second level, was pushed back into Fleck. Dick thrust it into him with promise; angled just right, being pulled in and out at a good speed.

"You can come now," he assured, "I won't pull it out or turn it off."

Whatever Fleck had thought at that moment, Dick kept his promise.

He hummed in pleasure when Dick praised him again.

His thighs twitched as the vibrator skimmed up the back of one, anticipating more.

His back arched, hips rocking eagerly as the toy was thrust into him hard and fast.

Fleck's hands clenched and the links of the cuffs rattled. 

The rhythm of his hips stuttered as he grew closer and closer to his orgasm.

Dick kept going. One hand firmly between Fleck's shoulder blades. The other thrust the vibrator in and out of Fleck with intent.

His own cheeks were hot. He tugged at his lip, watching and hearing all his boyfriends reactions.

"Come for me, Fleck."

He came with a cry, thighs twitching and jerking violently.

His cum soaked into Dick's sweatpants, and his thighs twitched as he tried to keep himself up and out of his cum.

Fleck groaned, a long, satisfied sound.

Dick's cock twitched under his now stained sweatpants. He let out an unsteady breath.

His hand stayed on the Fleck's back. The other kept thrusting the intense vibrator in and out. Non-stop. Even as Fleck became no more than a twitching mess, signalling his orgasm had finished.

"Since you felt so neglected, I thought you would like to orgasm again," he voice took on a more confident tone now. Anyone could hear to too-sweet, sugar-coated tone in his voice.

Fleck's eyes widened when he realised just what the little shit was planning.

He writhed, trying to pull away from him and from the strong vibrations running through him.

He shuddered as the toy continued to thrust against his prostate, building him up again.

Fleck's eyes squeezed shut and his hips twitched, caught between thrusting back against the toy to bring himself more pleasure, or pulling away and stopping the over-sensitive feeling washing down on him.

Dick crossed his legs under Fleck. Not the most comfortable position for himself, but it just helped to stop Fleck from rolling off him as he writhed.

"This is my apology to you, for ignoring you." He held the vibrator deep inside him, pressed firmly against his prostate. "You know what I get like when I read a good book."

He went back to his steady pace as best as he could as Fleck jerked around on top of him.

Fuck.

Fuck Fuck Fuck.


He was starting to lose rational thought as his hips jerked, now pressing back against the toy eagerly. The puddle of drool under his cheek was slowly growing.

Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck


He came a second time with a deep, guttural sound.

It was thrilling making Fleck come in only a matter of a few minutes.

"Good boy," he said soothingly. It still felt a little bit exhilarating to say that, but at least he wasn't combusting. Much.

The thrusts turned shallow, so they wouldn't be as intense. Yet he still left it on.

"I think you deserve to come again. Just one more time? For me?"

His eyes turned to Fleck to try and gauge where he was at.

Fleck shook his head desperately.

God, no. He didn't think he could stand another orgasm right now. He needed a moment.

And honestly, now he had Dick's attention, he wanted something else. He wanted to really play.

"Next time."

He turned it off and placed it on the side table. Then bent to kiss his back before undoing the cuffs, putting them on the side too, then he undid the wet gag.