[c][m] Chub

It had been a particularly quiet day today. Most of the family were out, and most of the animals were with them.

Dick and Fleck hadn't found anything pressing to do between them, and at some point in the afternoon they'd found themselves laying on their bed, Dick on his back and Fleck laying on his side further down the bed, head cushioned on Dick's stomach.

His fingers were teasing the small patch of skin between the waistband of his pants and the shirt he was wearing. He pushed the hem of the shirt up a little more and turned his head to press a kiss to the pale skin.

Fleck peppered a couple kisses along Dick's stomach, rolling over onto his own stomach so he was more comfortable, resting his forearm against the bed on the other side of his boyfriend's hips so Dick was bracketed in.

Dick had definitely gained some weight since they'd begun dating. What was once a skinny, flat stomach now had a soft roundness to it. He liked that. He liked that Dick was starting to fill out some. He wasn't skin and bones any more.

Dark eyes twinkling, Fleck sucked at a patch of skin, eyes lifting to Dick's.

The fingers that drew a pattern in his skin tickled slight, but in a plesent way that made his skin tingling and caused his lips to kick up.

His eyes flicked down what Fleck shifted and kissed his stomach. There was a subtle change in his breathing as he watched.

"Again?" He murmered, interested, before inhaling deeply as Fleck mouthed and sucked at his stomach, causing it to dip. He held Fleck's gaze, warmth rising to his cheeks.

His hand had been idly playing with the loose strands of his hair. He dropped it to lightly stroke the shell of Fleck's ear.

"Again?" he rumbled against Dick's stomach. His beard scratched lightly against the skin.

"We haven't done anything today." They'd even foregone their usual lazy morning handjobs because Duke had managed to get into their room and wake them. Morning wood went down quickly when you had a giant Great Dane crushing the life out of you.

But Duke wasn't at home now. Chai had wrangled him and most of the other dogs up and had dragged them out for a long walk.

He caught the waistband of Dick's pants in his teeth and grinned as he slowly pulled it downwards.

"There was supposed to sarcasm in that somewhere," he murmured, eyes darkening. It was probably lost when he gasped.

Tugging his lip between he teeth, he lifted his hips and did nothing more to assist Fleck. It was equally entertaining and a turn on watching him. The glint in his eyes and the upturn of his lips sent a rush of blood down, apparent as Fleck exposed more than short shaven hairs.

He had been on the edge all day. He was sure if Fleck had asked him to come, he would have then and there.

Amazing what missing a morning mutual handjob could do to a person.

He wanted to make a comment back, about sarcasm losing it's effect when your mind is otherwise occupied, but he was as otherwise occupied as Dick was.

He was already halfway through drawing Dick's pants down his thighs.

Closer to Dick's knees, he abandoned the waistband, lips finding the inked skin, to kiss and lick teasingly. His hands took up the job of pulling down Dick's pants, and he found himself straddling Dick's shins as he shimmied his pants down and darkened patches of tattooed skin with hickies.

Dick spread his thighs the best he could. With Fleck straddling his shins and his underwear around his knees, his legs made a small diamond shape.

He propped himself up on his elbows to watch more comfortably through half-lidded eyes. This was, in all honesty, his favourite place to see Fleck; face between his legs.

He inhaled sharply and tensed whenever Fleck sucked too hard or was far too gentle with his tongue. Each unique sensation sent shocks up his thigh to his cock.

"You're taking your time," he said after a hiss, clenching the sheets when Fleck caused a hickey that would come up particularly dark.

"Yeeeep." He drew out the vowel, making the word nice and long.

His eyes sparkled as he nipped at the bruised skin again, particularly harshly now. He wanted Dick to give that little gasp and jerk of his body he did when he was just a little too rough with him.

"What you gonna do about it?" he challenged, chin tilted upwards.

Dick's response was as expected; a gasp and a jerk.

He wetted his top lip, stomach dipping at Fleck's challenge. It had just as much of an effect on him then the nip.

"Show you how to really tease someone in a second."

He didn't make a move.

"Yeah?"

His lips found pale skin again, skimming oh so close to his cock, tracing painfully lightly over his hipbone.

"I think that's bull."

He knew that wasn't true. Dick was fantastic at teasing people within an inch of their lives. But he also knew that Dick reacted marvellously to challenges like that.

It was one of the easiest ways to get Dick to throw him down and play with the confidence Fleck loved so much.

Dick closed his eyes and tilted his head back, lips apart. The lips and stubble ever so lightly tracing his skin felt both incredible and awful at once. It had him shuddering.

"We'll see," he said, voice thick with promise.

Right now, he was enjoying him.

Whatever was dealt with him he was sure to give Fleck twice as worse. No. Triple.

His tongue skimmed all the way up his cock so painfully slowly that even he was struggling with it.

Dammit, teasing was so easy yet so hard.

He wanted to dive right in and suck his boyfriend's cock, but he just couldn't bring himself to give Dick what he wanted right away.

He pulled away before he could reach the sensitive head that he knew needed attention right now.

Fleck licked his lips in satisfaction as he pulled back.

Dick groaned and twitched when he felt Fleck's tongue make its way up his cock. He lifted his head to keenly watch the last drag of his tongue before whining when it didn't make a satisfying finish to the tip.

He wanted to reach down and guide Fleck's mouth to where he wanted it.

He clenched the sheets again.

"Tie me up."

A flush spread to his ear at his impulsive demand as he looked at Fleck expectingly.

Fleck was just hunching his shoulders to bring his face to Dick's unblemished thigh when the demand tumbled from Dick's mouth.

He froze.

"I- uh-"

He stumbled over his words, not knowing quite what to say.

Dick remained silent as Fleck stumbled over his words. Then he turned redder as a heavy silence hung between them.

Had he done something wrong?

He turned his head to the side.

"Never mind," he said quickly.

Fleck floundered for another moment as he tried to compose himself, then leaned down again.

His best bet for composing himself after that blunder was to bury himself in what he was doing.

And right now that was Dick.

His lips, then his teeth and tongue teased at the skin of Dick's thigh again, marking it up just like the other one.

Dick closed his eyes, the mouth working at his skin still felt good, but he mind was preoccupied. He couldn't let it go.

He lifted his head and looked at Fleck again.

"You've done it before."

Sure, it was never by request-

Was that what made it weird? He didn't think Fleck ever requested being tied up - other than make a heavy suggestion here and there. But the times Fleck had bound him were so few and far between he was getting sort of impatient. The newfound confidence made him take direct action.

He frowned at Fleck, confused.

Fleck pulled back again, and shifted uncomfortably.

A frown was slowly pulling at the corners of his lips.

He shifted again, chewing on the inside of his lips, frown quite firmly in place now.

How could he explain?

"I just-" He couldn't find the words, and the more he tried, the more uncomfortable he felt.

"It's not as-" he tried again, then abandoned. No, no.

"I've got to be in the right..." This was a little better. "...Mood," he finished a little lamely.

It wasn't quite right, but it was the closest he could come up with.

It was strange watching his sex confident boyfriend blunder over something. It tended to be the other way around. Or, at least, it used to.

"... oh."

He tried not to feel the sink of disappointment. It didn't do well for keeping the blood south.

"What mood are you in?"

What mood was he in?

A jumpy, agitated, uncomfortable one. He was starting to lose the chub he'd been sporting and felt awkward.

Not something he often felt around Dick.

The request had just thrown him.

"Maybe some restraints. Just... not on you."

He tried to shrug off the uncomfortableness and shifted upwards so he could press a light kiss to Dick's lips.

This whole mood of Fleck's was strange. Beyond strange. A simple, "no, I would rather it be the other way round," would be no less disappointing, but a lot more... normal.

Not being all unsettled.

He frowned when Fleck kissed him, and he tried to ease it off his face when they bumped noses.

"What about a blindfold, too?" He asked, a little too gently. He leaned forward to steal a kiss from Fleck again. "I think you'll look nice on your front."

His tongue ran over his lips at the suggestion, and a rumbling noise sounded deep in his chest.

"I think," he muttered, then paused to accept Dick's kiss, deepening it until they were both breathless.

"That you're trying to kill me," he rasped. Tied up, blindfolded and at Dick's mercy. His cock twitched at just the thought.

"What use to me will you be then."

He set back, pleased to find Fleck relaxing and the mood returning. That's good. He never liked to see him antsy.

"If you would like that so bad, you need to suck my cock first." The gentle tone in his voice was gone and it was almost a purr.

He lifted a thigh and pressed it between Fleck's legs.

"I dunno, but I suppose you'll find out."

Especially if he carried on talking in that silky purr.

His hips rolled loosely, rubbing himself against the thigh pressing up between his own, and he pressed a kiss to Dick's neck.

"I need to suck your cock, do I?"

Dick tilted his head to the side, exposing the collum of his neck. The kiss had sent a shiver down his spine.

"Don't make it sound like your mouth isn't watering at the idea. I know you'll have it in any way possible."

There was a pause.

"Well, I know there is one way you would definitely like it, but you have to earn it."

Fleck chuckled softly.

He nipped at Dick's throat lightly, leaving the skin blushing red.

"Earn it? What all do I have to do to earn it?" He knew Dick. A blowjob wouldn't be the only thing he'd have to do to earn it. He'd have to jump through metaphorical hoops.

He'd enjoy every minute of it.