[C] Brrrr

Fleck snorted, and gripped Dick's wrist to stop him from poking him.

He leaned in, pausing right before their lips brushed. "Yeah, memory jogged."

His lips brushed gently against Dicks.

Dick breathing stuttered a little. He returned Fleck's kiss at the same gentle pace. 

"That's good," he said between kisses, their noses bumping together.

There was slow movement from his hands to break from Fleck's grip to run them up his biceps. One travelling even further to scratch lightly at the back of Fleck's neck.

He hummed in agreement, yes sliding shut when Dick's fingers stroked at the back of his neck.

His lips searched out DIck's again for a slow, sweet kiss.

Dick's lips captured Fleck's lower lip, sucking on it lightly. Lips were quickly exchanged for teeth - carefully, so not to rip the delicate skin. He tugged on it slowly and firmly until it sprang free.

He butted the tip of Fleck's nose with his own.

"Kiss me elsewhere."

Fleck sucked on his smarting lip.

"Please," he prompted, lips brushing against the corners of Dick's lips gently, intending not to move until Dick gave him what he wanted.

Dick's hand dropped to smack Fleck's ass. The other cheek this time. It made a funny splashing sound with the water running down their bodies.

"It's a demand, not a request. Besides, who made you in charge?"

His hips reflexively pressed forwards against Dick's stomach.

"You catch more flies with honey than vinegar, Dick. Please kiss me elsewhere," he prompted again, just because he liked riling Dick up like this.

Dick rolled his eyes.

"You're so insufferable. Please," he dragged the word out, and in an annoying tone for good measure, "kiss me elsewhere?"

"And proud," was his unconscious reply. It was his reply every time Dick said it now.

He still needed to get it on a t-shirt.

His lips pressed to Dick's jawline then he nudged the Vampire's head up, kissing down his throat, then lower, dropping until he was on his knees, kissing down DIck's stomach slowly.

Dick groaned as Fleck kissed his throat. Then lower and lower and lower. His stomach dipped as it was kissed. His cock was half hard in front Fleck.

He leaned forward to press his hand onto the glass panel to steady himself as he looked down to watch Fleck. The other rested on top of Fleck's head, pushing the hair back that would get in his face.

Fleck ran his tongue slowly up the length of Dick's cock, eyes turning up to meet with Dick's as he did so.

His movements were deliberately slow, but he wasn't withholding any pleasure like he usually did.

Dick rocked his hips forwards, cock brushing against Fleck's tongue and check. He could see the silver ball of Fleck's piercing. His cock jumped.

"Those piercings were the best decision ever," he mumbled.

He tugged on Fleck's hair to see his face better.

Fleck's tilted his head back obediently when his hair was tugged, sticking his tongue out so Dick could see the piercing in it.

He had to agree. He loved his piercings. He was glad Dick had talked him into getting them done.

It wasn't long before he returned to licking Dick's cock again. He wasn't in much of a teasing mood tonight, despite how the situation had started.

"Wait, I want you to-"

He turned, pressing his hand on the opposite panel. 

There was hesitation on his lips. He still hasn't found the right words to ask for what he wanted. He arched his back and hoped that Fleck would understand.

No, he probably would understand.

It's if he wants to be an annoying tease about it.

Fleck paused, eyes searching Dick's for a long moment.

Then he gave his cock one last lick before trailing a little lower, pressing kisses to his inner thigh, and running his tongue over the skin gently.

His hand slid over one of Dick's thighs, coaxing it up to rest on his shoulder as his lips trailed over his skin.

There was a squeak as his foot slipped an inch. He readjusted himself slightly, thigh on Fleck's shoulder, and relaxed. Even if he slipped, it wasn't like he was going to go far.

"That's good."

He scratched Fleck's head gently.

His eyes slid shut, enjoying the gentle scratching as he pressed forwards.

His lips brushed against Dick's entrance, then his tongue, stroking and teasing it without pushing into it. Yet.

Pleasure crawled up his spine at the teasing sensation and he sighed. He twitched against Fleck's tongue. The fingers tightened in his hair.

"That's good," he repeated.

Soon eagerness took over desire to be slow.

His tongue pressed deep into Dick, and he gripped at his thigh firmly to hold him in place.

A deep groan sounded in the back of Fleck's throat.

"Fuck." His head tilted back, making a thud against the glass. "Fuck." A tremor went through the thigh Fleck gripped. 

Dick was still certain it was some type of witchcraft that Fleck was pulling on him. The teasing and intimacy of it were overwhelmingly good. 

His cock ached when Fleck groaned. He took it in his hand to stroke it steadily.

Maybe it was witchcraft. Fleck would never tell if it was. Let Dick think that he was just that good at eating ass. (He was)

His grip tightened on Dick's thigh, fingertips holding the pale skin tight enough to make the skin underneath red. Not quite bruised, but maybe they'd become bruised if he held much tighter.

His tongue pressed into Dick firmly.

Dick squeezed his eyes shut and cursed, clenching around Fleck.

"God, you make me feel so good. So, so good, fuck."

He jerked himself relentlessly; grip loose and occasionally rubbing his thumb over the slit as Fleck teased him good with his tongue. The heat was tense in his stomach. Everything felt tight.

Dick pulled on his lip and groaned as he slackened his grip around his cock. He gave Fleck's hair a tug.

"Suck me off."

Fleck leaned back slightly when his hair was tugged.

He looked up at Dick with lustfully-dark eyes and combed his wet hair out of his face.

Licking his lips, his gaze turned down to his boyfriend's cock.

His tongue ran over his lower lip slowly.

"Fleck," he whined, too close for teasing and slowness now. 

His cock twitched under Fleck's gaze. If it wasn't for the shower, it would have been glistening with pre-cum. 

"Fuck, just suck me off." He stared down at Fleck, panting, with his eyes just as dark. "Please."

"That's almost a beg," Fleck pointed out, grinning his own shit-eating grin that got let out occasionally. "Should we mark it on the calendar?"

He leaned forward and up, carefully running the ball of his tongue piercing up the underside of Dick's cock, trying to not touch him with his tongue.