First Impressions (Nicio + drunken Rico... disaster?)

"Enjoying that?" he purred, massaging a little harder, head tilting a little more to the side, eyes sliding shut.

His other hand slid up the man's tanned chest, grazing over a nipple before rolling it between his fingers.

Ignicio ground his hips forwards against the man's backside roughly.

He bit down softly on the skin to muffle a needy moan, his hips rolling into the man's hand quickly and back again to tease him, shuddering as Ignicio massaged him harder through his trousers.

"Y-yes..."

He let out a shaky breath as fingers grazed his nipple, squirming against the other man, whimpering softly into the skin.

"Good," he purred in the man's ear.

He continued to abuse the nipple as his hand abandoned massaging him to run down over his thigh again. It trailed up to brush over the muscles of his stomach then dipped under the waistband of his pants, tracing over a strip of flesh teasingly.

"Do you want me to continue~?"

The werewolf held back a disappointed whine as the hand left his erection, shuddering at the abuse to his nipple. He jolted as the hand slipped beneath the waistband of his trousers, hips bucking up impatiently, breath hitching at the back of his throat. A tongue trailed over his lips, head spinning.

"Ye-es."

He grinned and pulled away from the Wolf, strolling back towards the bed.

His fingers hooked under the material of his boxers, sliding them down his hips then dropping them to the floor, stepping out of them and strolling towards the bed with a slight sway in his hips.

"Say, Rico, do you know how to lap dance?" he looked back at the man over his shoulder with smouldering eyes before sitting down on the bed again, making himself comfortable against the headboard, baring all.

Rico watched him undress, cheeks darkening, biting down on his lip softly to hold back a groan of anticipation. He padded over to the bed, climbing up to straddle his legs, eyes full of undisguised heat.

"Is that a question, or a request?" he teased with a smirk, sliding his bolero off his shoulders to throw it carelessly on the floor.

He grinned, leaning up to kiss the man roughly, tongue parting his lips and delving into his mouth.

"A request."

His hands slid up his thighs, paused to squeeze his cheeks then rested on his hips. "Dance for me, Little Wolf."

He moaned, kissing back with almost as much force, teeth raking along the man's tongue teasingly. The werewolf jolted as hands squeezed his cheeks. Silver eyes closed softly and he gathered himself before placing his hands on the vampire's shoulders, kneeling up with a seductive glance. He had not lap-danced before, but essentially it seemed to be the same, fluid movements as those above the waist for belly-dancing, except not as intricate, and without as many arm movements.

He pressed against the elder man, rolling his hips in a gentle swaying motion, his body twisting, almost serpentine in the shadows of the room. His hands left the man's shoulders, sliding up his own chest to slip into his hair, leaning his head back, eyelids fluttering gently as he wet his lips slowly.

He grinned softly, leaning back and enjoying the show.

A low purr rumbled in his chest as his hands began to explore the younger man's body. Fingers trailing over rolling muscles, dipping into the dimples of his back, trailing up his spine, curling in his hair.

His hands slid down and around to the front of the man's trousers, toying with the button, gazing up at him with smouldering red eyes.

He let out a blissful sigh at the hands slipping over his body, arching into them, shuddering slightly at the feathery touches. His eyes fluttered open again, meeting Ignicio's gaze with a faint smirk, batting away the hand to undo the button, a little clumsily from the alcohol.

He slid the trousers down so that they were hanging from his hipbones, barely covering what needed to be covered, not wanting to bare all just yet. Pressing against him, he let out a soft moan, fingers tightening in his hair as he rolled his hips faster, leaning back a little to emphasise the shape of his body.

His eyes flickered down to watch the man slide his trousers down his hips.

He uttered a disappointed mutter when Rico stopped.

The Incubus' slid up again, curling around the trousers, gazing up at the man as he began to slide them down slowly.

He chuckled, nipping the end of Ignicio's nose playfully. "So impatient."

This time he allowed the vampire do as he pleased, undoing the button to slide them off his hips. He sat back on the older man's lap, continuing to roll their hips together, moaning deeply at the intensified sensation of skin on skin.

"Don't complain," he growled softly, bowing his head to take a nipple into his mouth, teeth scraping and tongue laving over it.

One hand cupped a bare cheek, squeezing it as he pulled the Lycan's hips closer to his own.

His free hand cupped the other cheek, one finger pressing against his entrance.

He let out a loud moan, eyes screwing shut as he tried to thrust down against the finger, rocking his hips against the other man. A hand fisted into Ignicio's hair to pull him closer, whimpering at the overload of sensations, his other hand grasping at the man's shoulder, nails digging into the skin.

"P-please..."

He pressed a finger into the younger man slowly.

"Is this what you want?" he purred, thrusting his finger slowly.

He grinned wickedly and bit a nipple a little harshly, finger curling within the Lycan, thrusting his hips up against the younger man.

He moaned, arching as he was entered, shuddering at the slow thrusts. "Ye-es..."

A strangled cry escaped him as teeth clamped down around his nipple, writhing in the other man's lap. He bit his lip hard enough for it to draw blood, arms curling around Ignicio's shoulders to pull him in closer, grinding up against his abdomen impatiently.

"Please..."

The Incubus pushed a second finger, scissoring them wide as he continued the abuse on the younger man's nipple.

He moaned lowly, grinding his hips back up against Rico's, dropping a hand to curl around Rico, pumping him tortuously slowly.

He wanted to rile this man up so much he was sobbing to come. It wasn't very often he was dominant in a relationship; he wanted to make the most of this.

He hissed under his breath as another finger penetrated him, his hips rocking faster against the man's fingers, breaths shaky in his chest. He moaned softly as a hand curled around his arousal, trying to thrust more quickly into the fist, but it was... too slow. He gave a soft whimper.

"F-faster..."

If he were sober, he never would have begged like this. But then, he wasn't.

"Nu-uh. We go at my pace," he purred, thumb brushing fleetingly over his slit.

He curled his fingers within the man as he continued to grind his hips upwards, intent on teasing the man until he couldn't think straight.

"Tell me exactly what you want and I'll think about doing it." He grinned crookedly at the Lycan.

The werewolf growled softly "Bastar-!"

He was cut off as he cried out loudly, spreading his legs wider in an attempt to push down against the fingers, rocking against the man's hand. His head fell to bury in Ignicio's shoulder, groaning quietly in frustration. The young lycan flushed at the elder man's words, growling again.

"As if I would!"

"You're not the first to call me that," he chuckled quietly.

He pulled his fingers away slightly when the younger man pushed against his hand. "My pace," he reminded with a grin.

He pushed his fingers deep, scissoring them widely. "The we'll just carry on like this."

He let out a whimpering growl of frustration as Ignicio pulled his fingers away, still trying to press down. The werewolf bit down on the man's shoulder, hard, yelping into the flesh in surprise and pleasure as the fingers pushed deeper inside him, trying to thrust against them. He moaned softly, head rolling back.

He groaned as the man bit into his shoulder.

His fingers curled within the man as his free hand ran up his chest, fingering over a nipple slowly.

He continued the torturous, slow movements.

The werewolf let out a desperate whine as the fingers curled inside him again, jolting in the man's lap with a sharp cry, rocking against him.

"...Please..." he begged softly, his voice muffled in the man's shoulder.

He needed some kind of relief from the tension. Maybe... he could... one hand left the man's shoulder, slipping between their bodies to linger over his erection. But then... that was embarrassing... and he would only regret it in the morning... but... he needed it...

His eyes flashed in amusement as a shiver ran down his spine.

That whimper was addictive.

"Whimpering and whispering won't get you anywhere," he chuckled softly, eyes dropping to watch the man's hand linger over himself.

"Take the action into your own hands."