[C] Downward Dog

He whined, then whimpered a couple curses.

Dick's cool tongue felt fantastic against his burning skin.

His stomach tensed again, muscles jumping as the cool air hit him.

Fleck gave another quiet whine as he leaned up again. Best be on good behaviour.

Dick groaned as he felt Fleck's tongue flick across his entrance again.

He stayed as he was. So close to Fleck cock it would only take straightening out completely to place a kiss on his.

He reached out, not to Fleck's cock but his thigh, skittering his nails up and down the inside threateningly before he dragged them down harshly.

His thighs twitched in nervous anticipation when fingertips and nails teased over it. He knew Dick was going to scratch at them.

He tried to distract himself with his task at hand.

Fleck clenched his jaw and hissed sharply, back arching upwards when Dicks nails bit into his thighs.

Dick wasn't sure what was better; the reaction or the nervous twitching before hand.

He continued to tease at the skin for some time to see if he could make him twitch and flinch nervously again, but he didn't mark it again. Instead, took the back of Fleck's thighs and pulled them back, sitting up as he did so. Then guided them past under his arms to make them hook behind his back, relying on his own strength and Fleck's flexibility.

"Make me cum again like this and I'll give you what you want."

A finger teased around the slick ribbed skin of his entrance.

His thighs did twitched when Dick's fingers teased over them again.

He flinched quite hard when Dick pulled on his thighs, but after a moment he relaxed, realising Dick wasn't scratching him. With working out with Leo more, Fleck had found himself more flexible recently alongside his gained muscles.

The promised had his tongue moving a little more vigorously.

Dick tilted his head back and he let out a low groan. He rolled his hips upinto Fleck's hand, now awkwardly caught between both of their stomachs.

His finger continued to tease. Gently it made little circles and trialled up and down to Fleck's balls. Nothing more, nothing less. He was purposefully being frustrating.

He tried to block out the teasing, the gentle movements that weren't quite enough.

Fleck shivered, and thrust his tongue deeper. His thumb teased over Dicks head.

He was determined to make Dick cum.

Dick continued to roll his hips in little circles, his moans becoming loader again. Each lap of Fleck's tongue and stroke of Fleck's hand felt more and more intense.

"Fuck."

He paused the teasing, his hand curling into a fist and he swore. Little tremors went up his thighs.

"Yes, fuck, fuck!"

He came a second time, harder than the first. There was a sudden hot slickness on his stomach and his thighs continued to tremor.

"You always make me feel so good," he said with a satisfied groan, still panting.

Fleck loved the way DIck got more breathless and twitchy in his grasp the more he worked.

When Dick came with a swear, he continued to tease him through his orgasm, not giving up until Dick was twitching and pulling away from his hand.

Dick's eyes widened when Fleck's hand didn't stop stroking his suddenly over-sensitive cock. For a few seconds, he endured it. He gasped and writhed until he couldn't stand it anymore.

He pushed back away from Fleck's hand until he sat on the pillow above his head, pushing at the legs around his waist to make them lay flat again.

His legs dropped down and his head tilted back so he could look up at Dick without having to move.

A satisfied smile came to his lips.

"I think you made a promise."

Dick looked down at Fleck, cheeks flushed and still panting.

He still managed a teasing smirk.

"Did I? I can't remember any promise."

Fleck huffed and rolled over onto his stomach. His cock pressed between the soft sheets and his body.

He leaned forwards and nipped at Dick's thigh.

"Don't be an asshole."

"I'm not the one being an asshole here."

He tried to look sweet and innocent, and bat his lashes down at Fleck, but he wasn't exactly known for his poker face. The smirk stayed.

"Honestly, lying about promises I made. Shameful."

Fleck didn't retaliate verbally.

Instead he just leaned forwards again and sank his teeth harder into Dick's thigh.

Hard enough to leave intents.

Yelping in surprise, he pushed back, back pressing into the bars.

Free from Fleck's teeth, he didn't look pissed or annoyed. Instead leaned against the bars, relaxed. His legs remained spread, his spent cock hung between them and the bite mark on display. A bruise was beginning to form.

The smirk returned, challengingly.

"If you expected that to jog my memory, think again."

A pout came to Fleck's lips.

His boyfriend was so mean. So so mean.

He leaned against Dick's inner thigh, his pout deepening as he looked up at Dick.

Dick's thing twitched when Fleck's hair and beard brushed against his skin. Blue eyes lingered down. The smirk vanished as he pulled his lip between his teeth.

Unable to help himself, he cupped Fleck's jaw and bent down to kiss him.

"I think I remember now."

Fleck smiled when Dick cupped his jaw and pulled him up. His arms pushed him up so he could kiss Dick back eagerly.

"What is it you remember?"

He didn't want to believe that Dick would be more of a little shit, but Dick did have a reputation now.

Dick pressed another kiss to Fleck's lips, then tugged at his lip again, smiling.

"That I wanted to put those clothes I was wearing in the wash."

The corners of his lips stretched up further.

Fleck sighed.

Fuck sake. He knew Dick was going to do something like this. It was his MO by this point. Play the long game and torture him.

He shifted off Dick, rolling over to lay on his back, one arm thrown over his face.

"Go put them in the wash then."

Dick laughed at Fleck's resign, hiding his mouth behind his hand.

A few seconds after Fleck rolled over and his laughter subsided, he moved to straddle his chest. He leaned down to kiss his wrist.

"It can wait."

He pressed a kiss to his jaw, then to his collarbone.

"Me or the washing?"

His arm slid from his face, dropping to the bed over his head when Dick's cool lips brushed against his jaw.

Clearly the washing was waiting.

Dick hummed as he pressed a kiss to Fleck's chest, mulling over the question.

"The washing."

He pressed a kiss lower on Fleck's chest, and lower again. He shuffled his body down, feeling the drag of Fleck's cock along his body.

Fleck smiled.

He shifted, making himself comfortable as Dick began pressing kisses down his chest.

"Good."