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He left the second hickey by the first. Then a third by on his collarbone.

Pulling his wrists down so they were pinned by his waist, he continued downwards to lick, bite and kiss. He teased his most sensitive nipple - the pierced one - not too kindly. It snagged on his teeth.

He went further down still, nipping at his hipbone before taking the head of Fleck's cock into his mouth to firmly suck. There was no drawn-out teasing this time. He just held onto Fleck's hands so he couldn't encourage him to take more.

Everything he had hoped to be done to himself.

A prideful part of his crowed as Dick left his marks and dragged his arms downwards with his own.

He'd really gotten to Dick this time.

A little hiss sounded when his nipple piercing was tugged sharply.

He groaned, long and low, at the feel of Dick's mouth around the head of his cock. With his hands pinned down, he couldn#t weave his fingers through Dick's hair like he liked to, but a little upwards rock of his hips pushed him just a little deeper into Dick's mouth.

Each time Fleck's hips rocked up, Dick followed the movement, not letting Fleck push any deeper in his mouth.

He kept teasing the head of the cock for some time before pulling back with a pop.

"Keep your hands here."

He squeezed before letting go. He reached over to the ice. It was mostly melted, soaking the bed. He picked up one of the larger ones, the chill not affecting his fingers much, and dragged it slowly down the centre of the broad chest.

"Yes sir," he responded with a teasing lilt of his mouth.

He kept his hands obediently by his hips when Dick pulled away, relaxing against the bed.

His relaxation didn't last long.

The ice drawing down his chest had his fingers curling and a hiss escaping through gritted teeth. His hands did stay where they were, though.

Shit.

Dick continued to leave a cool path down the centre of Fleck's torso. He bypassed his cock and traced the seam of Fleck's balls.

"Like that?" He asked, sliding the melting cube inside him.

He pressed his chilled fingers against Fleck's nipple, rolling it.

His thighs spread a little, encouraging Dick to do more than just press the sliver of ice inside him.

"Yessss," he hissed.

Yes, he liked this.

He didn't give Feck what he wanted. He reached for another cube.

"We're still playing a game."

The ice was guided over Fleck's lower. Then down his neck towards the pierced nipple.

"If you want more I'll give you more. But I'll stop playing with this one you tell me what it is."

His lips parted under the cool ice.

His fingers continued to twitch as Dick trailed the ice over his neck and chest.

"What if I guess wrong?"

Dick paused thinking. He hadn't thought about that.

His face split into a grin.

"Three strikes and you're out."

"Well, that's mean."

What was out? Would they just stop playing? Probably. What a mean thing to do.

Instead of giving a wrong answer, Fleck just stayed mulishly silent.

He wanted to carry on playing with the ice.

"Do you expect anything less?"

Besides, he was still a little miffed about the tease to nothing.

With Fleck's answer for the 'game' being left unsaid, Dick moved. He reached for the ice, the whole pillowcase full, and he turned. Instead of sitting between Fleck's legs, he sat on the top of his chest, clamping his arms together and blocking his view. The intention of what he wanted was clear.

He lifted the soaked fabric high over Fleck's cock and let the ice cold droplets drip.

Drip.

Drip.

"Never."

Dick was always going to be mean and tease him. It was Dick's natural state of being.

Fleck inhaled sharply when the icy water began dripping right on his cock. He squirmed and groaned.

Dick own cock twitched as he watched Fleck squirm. It was always a delightful sight.

"If you are not going to answer, you can at least keep your mouth busy."

He reached behind him to grasp Fleck's hair and tug him up.

The 'suggestion' and tug at his hair earned Dick a set of teeth sinking into the fleshy part of his ass.

He bit down firmly, then eased up to suck a dark hickey onto the pale skin.

Dick swore and hiss, hip jerking. Only enough to cause the teeth to drag. He remained still and tense as a hickey was formed.

The hand being held up dropped unthinkingly onto Fleck's stomach.

Fleck grinned at Dick's reaction and laid back a little so he could get a look at the bite mark.

It was nice and bright and big. Just what he wanted.

He ran his tongue over his teeth. His piercing clattered against them noisily.

"You bastard," he huffed. The clattering noise of the tongue piercing against teeth was taunting.

He kept his hold on Fleck's hair and sat back demandingly again.

The urging earned him a second bite, right next to the first.

He could do this all day, and he knew this wasn't hurting Dick at all. Quite the opposite, actually. Dick enjoyed biting as much as he did.

All this was doing was riling Dick up further.

Dick let out a hiss. Partly from frustration, partly from the surprise sting.

Although, he should have probably expected that one.

Which, really, riled him up more.

The fabric full of ice was dumped to the side and he stood, feet either side of Fleck. With strength and moment that was surprising for their differences in body type, he flipped Fleck over.

He sat back down on the lower portion of Fleck's back and delivered a harsh slap to his ass.

Fuck the game.

Fleck's body shifted with the disturbed weight on the mattress. His arms shifted outwards a little to balance himself.

Then he gave a yelp, arms flying out to try and balance himself.

The slap was delivered before he was even over the thrill of being moved so suddenly.

He gasped, jerking between Dick's thighs, fingers twisting into the bedsheets.

Fleck couldn't help the grin blooming on his face, and he hid it by half-burying his face in the sheets.

Dick's thighs tightened either side of Fleck's waist as he jerked.

He pulled at the skin with the flat of his hand, to reveal the print more clearly to him. A finger was traced the red print, from the tip of the highest point to the lowest.

That was a good one.

There was the same spike of delight that Fleck had when he bit him.

Which...

Dick bent down and pinched the soft flesh between his front teeth, sucking harshly. The fangs prodded, but not enough to break the skin.

Fleck shivered as the delicate fingertip tracing the handprint on his ass sent little shivers chasing up his spine.

Mmmm.

The sharp sting on the bite and dull throb the sucking gave had his wriggling a little.

Then he bit his lip.

"Will... Would... Would you take some photos?"

He'd been wanting to ask this for a while, since Dick got his new phone, really. He'd sent Dick some pretty raunchy pictures in that time, and Dick had sent one or two back, but Dick had never taken pictures of him while they were playing.

He kinda wanted to see himself from Dick's perspective. And see the marks and positions he was put in in ways that he couldn't see himself usually.

That, and posing for a picture during sex was really fucking hot.

Dick lifted himself up, a finger felt the little indents left by his teeth.

"Sure."

Taking photos felt illicit in the best way. He enjoyed taking them and receiving them, captured moments of intimacy.

Also, he just really liked looking at Fleck's cock.

Dick leaned over to grab his phone from the side. He took the first photo, a close up of the print and bitten bruise. He let out a little mutter before he changed the settings.

With the second photo, there was the distinct sound of the camera.

The third he took more artistically. It showed the contrast between their skin, his cock pushed down to align with Flack's spine and rest between his cheeks. The print and the bruise was still visible.

"You can look at them later."

His fingers slide between Fleck's cheeks and he pushed two inside. He rocked them inside him slowly. Once he took a satisfying photo, they were gone.

Fleck's body heated up with anticipation when Dick reached for his phone.

His eyes slid shut and he enjoyed the feeling of Dick shifting above him, and the quiet noise the camera made when a photo was being taken.

"Yes," he moaned, hips rocking backwards to meet the fingers pushing into him.

He was beyond excited to see what gorgeous pictures Dick was going to take.

Dick placed his phone down to reach for the vibrator. Adding more lube, he pushed it deeply, slowly, into Fleck.

With one hand he continued the slow thrust in and out. With the other, he had his phone in his hand again, snapping a few more photos, playing with what will be the best angle.

Since Fleck was seeing these later...

He held the phone high above him to get a picture of himself smiling deviously at the phone, what he was doing was still in shot.

He looked the photo over and made a pleased sound. Not artistically the best, but it was certainly flattering of himself. In fact, it took a little adjusting to recognise the person in the photo as himself. Doing an act was one thing, seeing yourself doing such an act was another.

Flicking the camera back to forward facing, he turned the vibrator on.