[C] London

Fleck certainly hadn't expected the rather sudden ejaculation.

He pulled back, caught between swallowing and coughing. His hand jumped to his mouth as he swallowed, then cleared his throat. He licked his lips, then his hand where he'd spluttered.

"How's that for a peasant's blowjob, my prince?" he asked as he pushed himself back upwards so he was hovering over his dazed boyfriend.

He pressed a few little kisses to Dick's face, his cheeks and chin and lips.

"Feeling okay?"

Dick made an appreciative noise when kisses were peppered against his face.

"More than okay," he said, after catching his breath. Colour graced his cheeks at his own honesty.

He pushed himself up for a leisurely kiss, tasting himself on Fleck's tongue. He surprised himself for not being as grossed out. It was quite the opposite; he liked it.

Bringing his hands up he smoothed them over and down Fleck's chest and stomach. Fingers running over the dips and curves of muscle and fat. They came to a stop at his waistband, skimming over the top hesitantly.

"Good. Good." He'd been sort of worried he'd crossed a line there, and Dick had been too nervous to speak up about he. He didn't want to do anything Dick wasn't ready for.

And thinking back, he'd pretty much jumped him. Probably not the best move.

But it hadn't ended with Dick pushing him away.

His hand came up to cup Dick's cheek when he leaned forwards for a kiss.

The muscles of his stomach clenched and quivered under Dick's gentle fingertips, and his breath caught when they played with the waistband of his pyjamas.

His fingers tips continued to dance teasingly across the skin in uncertainty. Experimentally dipping under the elastic and pulling out.

The teasing fingers landed on Fleck's hips.

"Roll onto your back."

His muscles continued to jump, clenching and unclenching under Dick's light fingers.

At the order, his lips quirked upwards. "Yes, sir," he purred.

He shifted around to lay on his back, holding himself up on his elbows so he could watch Dick intently.

The purr left him hot, and his lips parted slightly in surprise. The words sounded so lewd from Fleck's mouth.

With a swallow, settled himself between Fleck's leg. He pulled his jeans and underwear back up as he did, not bothering with the zip.

Blue eyes raked over the gorgeous body in front of him. From his dark eyes, down the tanned torso, then landing on the hard outline beneath Fleck's cotton pyjamas.

Licking his lips, he met Fleck's eyes again.

He splayed his hands over Fleck's chest and kissed the corner of his mouth. Curiously, his fingers swept over the hard buds while kissing downwards on his jaw and then the dip in his collar bone.

Fleck's legs spread to accommodate Dick slipping between them.

Dick's blue eyes burned over his skin and he shivered. He licked his lips slowly in time with Dick. God, that was sinful to watch. That mouth...

Before now, he'd suppressed any thoughts about Dick's mouth, knowing that Dick wasn't quite ready for that sort of reaction for him. But now?

He bit his lower lip as the thoughts bombarded him.

Fleck groaned, eyes falling shut. His back arched slightly, pressing up against the fingers teasing at his nipples. His head tipped back as kisses trailed over his neck, and hair tickled at his skin.

The moan Fleck's chest arching into him spurred Dick on.

One hand resting on Fleck's bicep, his thumb rubbed little circles around the nipples.

The other hand dragged the tips of his fingers, feather light, down Fleck's body towards the hem of his pants. Unpausing, they glided over the hardness under cotton. Backwards and forwards, just the tips of his fingers, his own breath catching.

Pulling away from Fleck's neck, he palmed him through his pants.

The delicate motions atop his clothed crotch were too much for him.

He bucked his hips, one hand flying up to Dick's back, fingers curling in the back of the shirt Dick still had on.

"I knew you'd be a horrible tease," he accused a little breathlessly, rocking his hips upwards against Dick's palm.

"No, I'm not," he said, pulling his hand away.

He buried his face into Fleck's neck, grinning, delighted that he could work Fleck up as easily as Fleck worked him up.

Letting Fleck calm down, he brought his thumb and the tip of his either side of the length and felt along it. Harder than the feather soft touches. Just gentle enough to still be teasing.

"You have never been so full of shit," Fleck declared.

His head dropped back and he gave a long, exaggerated and obnoxiously loud groan when Dick pulled his hand back.

If Dick was going to be cruel, he was going to be annoying.

The groan cut off when Dick's hand returned, and he inhaled sharply.

Dick laughed lightly against Fleck and pressed a firm kiss to his neck.

One of his favourite things about Fleck was his humour. He can relax and ease any situation with it.

He snapped Fleck's waistband, this time with intent, and pulled back.

"Take them off."

He was flushing at his words, but he didn't divert his gaze from Fleck.

He hissed a breath when his waistband was snapped against his hip.

"Fuck me," he moaned quietly.

Whatever had gotten into his boyfriend, he hoped it stayed. This sexy, demanding Dick was hot as fuck.

He lifted his hips and dipped his hands under his waistband, pushing his pyjamas down teasingly slowly.

Hot from Fleck's words, he attentively watched the pyjamas being pushed down teasingly slow. The lower half of his navel revealed; dark and shortly trimmed hair framing the base of his cock.

He chewed on his lip intently. Anticipation growing he clutched his hands.

When just a little bit of his cock was revealed, Fleck just smirked and stopped dead.

He kept his grip on the waistband, and just grinned as he waited out Dick's reaction. He was sure there's be a lovely expression on his face when he realised that Fleck was going to lay here like this until Dick did something about it.

Dick's eyebrows pinched into a frown at Fleck's smirk.

"I didn't say stop."

Oh, now he liked that.

Dick getting frustrated and demanding with him.

"You didn't," he agreed. His thumbs ran along the waistband, but didn't move it anyway.

He really wanted to see how Dick would react.

His eyebrows pinched further together, blue eyes following the thumb tracing his waistline.

While he was impatient, he was more so stubborn. He wasn't going to rip off Fleck's pyjamas after Fleck teasingly followed through his demand - even if it was for only a moment.

Besides, he was still a little too shy to take them off himself.

"Keep going then."

Fleck gave a little chuckle and decided not to push his luck.

Dick was doing incredibly well, but if he pushed too hard, Dick was likely to recoil. Now they'd reached this milestone in their relationship, there was time to explore this sort of thing in the future.

He slipped his pants further down, stopping around mid-thigh when he'd need to sit up and shift around to push them any further down.

All the important things were uncovered anyway.

Dick held his breath, colour high on his cheeks.

It wasn't like he'd never seen another cock before - unfortunately. Living over five centuries didn't allow it; whether it was seeing someone pissing off a boat or walking about with their dick out in a tavern. They were never the more pleasant experiences. It was never intimate like this. It was never Fleck's.

He let go of his breath slowly, his hands grasping Fleck's hips as he closed the gap between them with a heated kiss.

Fleck purred into the kiss, his hands finding Dick's hips.

His tongue flicked out, insistently demanding a deeper kiss as his nails bit into Dick's skin just slightly.

His lips parted willingly, the salty taste still on Fleck's tongue. The rest of his body tensed and relaxed as nails bit into him, shiver crawling up his spine.

One hand followed the line from Fleck's hips, fingers running over short and surprisingly soft hair. His thumb and index finger wrapped around the base. Slowly, he added one finger underneath the next until his whole fist curled around Fleck's cock.

Holding it in his hand, the differences between them became apparent. Like the rest of Fleck, he was thicker than him.

Ever so gently and slowly he pulled his hand up, his thumb slicked over the head, and brought it back down.

Fleck groaned quietly as Dick's fist encircled him.

After months of giving himself the saw, this was bliss. There was something entirely different about someone else touching you. Dick's gentle fingers were softer than his own, his touch more hesitant and exploratory.

Fleck had become well acquainted with his body now, but for Dick this was all new territory.

With one final kiss on Fleck's lips, his own left a trail down his neck. His lips parted and he sucked at a small patch of skin.

His hand loosed his grip, still cautiously slow, and teased the underside of Fleck's length. Skimming up his fingers up and down, then lower over his balls before curling his hand back around. His other hand tight and heavy on Fleck's hips as he repeated the same up and down movements, squeezing at the base.

Fleck gave a deep groan, exhaling shakily as his hips rocked and jerked into Dick's hand.

One hand raised, skimming up Dick's clothed back to weave through his hair.

His grip on Dick's hair tightened for a moment and he bit his lip. "Are you going to bite me?" be breathed.