[C] Pebbles

Dick watched his boyfriend turn into a nervous wreck in a bit of a daze. It wasn't that he never saw him be nervous before, it was just rare. At least, rarer then how nervous Dick got around him.

He squeezed the hips again.

"You're not, you know, pushing me."

He could say no if he wanted to. Fleck wasn't exactly going to grab his hand and force him. He knows he never will.

Everything he had done so far wth Fleck - everything Fleck had done to him, felt more correct - had been amazing. Dick decided he was willing to try if that meant he could make Fleck feel amazing, too.

"I'm willing to try, just... guide me?"

His hand cupped the nape of Dick's neck, pulling him in for a hard kiss.

"You're wonderful."

After a few more quick kisses, he reached for the bottle.

"You just-" He bit the inside of his lip, not sure whether he needed to actually explain this. Dick was clearly, at the very least bi, and at the most gay. He liked men, and he'd lived for over five hundred years. Surely he'd done some experimenting in those years?

"One or two fingers at first, and if you wanna add a third after a while, I'm not going to complain." He gave a crooked little grin and leaned in for a kiss. "This is about you as much as its about me. Do what you want, explore, play around, see what you like when you're doing this."

It wasn't as physically stimulating to Dick as it was to Fleck, but the whole thing could be just as pleasurable for Dick.

Dick appreciated Fleck's patience with him.

"Oh, right."

He glanced down from Fleck to the bottle and picked it up, turning it over in his hand. He worked out quickly what this was for.

"So, ugh, how much of this do I need?"

He blushed again and toyed with the bottle nervously, embarrassed by his inexperience. It had always been embarrassing, but this was different. Up until now he could sit back, learn and copy. He didn't fancy sitting back and learning this.

Okay, so Dick clearly wasn't very experienced with this at all. That sort of shocked him a little, but he also expected it. Maybe it was a tendency to go with stereotype that made him shocked. Looking at Dick, you'd expect him to err more towards submissive. He was smaller and more delicate looking than most, and that paired better with submissive.

"Just enough to coat your fingers. If its uncomfortable for either of us, we can add more."

He brushed the hair out of Dick's face tenderly and leaned forwards to kiss him, slowly and gently.

He didn't want to rush Dick or make him nervous.

Dick appreciatively relaxed into the kiss.

When he pulled back he looked down to his hands and the bottle.

Right.

He was doing this.

He pumped the contents of the bottle onto his fingers, glossing it over them.

"Ah." That was probably too much. He tried not to grimace as he felt the liquid-like substance slide down the back of his hand.

Chewing hard on his lip, he slid his hand between Feck's legs, his fingers and arm accidently grazed Fleck's balls until he found what he was looking for. The tips of his index and middle finger rested against the muscle.

He cast a look up to Fleck for reassurance.

Fleck's lips curled up into an absent half-smile as he watched Dick. He was still worried he was pushing Dick too far too soon. He didn't want to make Dick uncomfortable here.

His thigh twitched when Dick's hand grazed his balls, and he inhaled sharply.

Fleck bit his lip in anticipation, gazing down at Dick with hooded dark eyes.

His head dipped in a little nod, encouraging him onwards.

He rested his forehead on Fleck's chest to hide his nerves expression, thoroughly abusing his own lip.

Cautiously slow, he pushed his index finger in. He wasn't entirely sure if he was doing it right or maybe there was some sort of special technique he was missing.

Knuckle deep, he turned back up to Fleck again.

Fleck's eyes slid shut, and he let out a slow, shuddering breath as Dick's finger pushed into him slowly.

"If I don't like it, I'll tell you," he murmured when he felt Dick's eyes bore into him, looking for affirmation.

His own eyes opened and he cracked a grin, leaning forwards for a quick kiss.

"I'm going to enjoy pretty much anything you do. Explore, do what you want, see if you like it." He bit his lip as he grinned. "See if you can make me go mad," he issued the challenge. "Just have fun."

He wanted Dick to enjoy himself, not be totally nervous at every turn.

"If you want me in a different position, or if this is just too much for you, then just say, okay?"

"It's okay, like this," Dick insisted, then pressed a grateful kiss to his boyfriend's chest.

He was unsure how to describe the sensation. Fleck was tight and hot around his fingers. Not the most pleasant feeling, but not terrible either.

With the same slow uncertainly, he drew his finger out to the before pressing it back into him. His head rested back of Fleck's chest as he tried to gauge his reaction.

Fleck's chest rumbled under Dick's cheek, in a low moan.

His hips shifted a little, pushing down on the finger pushing into him, caught between letting Dick explore, and trying to encourage something more.

One hand came up to tangle in Dick's hair, while the other slid down Dick's stomach to stroke over his cock.

The moan and movement in Fleck's hips helped ease his anxieties. Reassurance that his boyfriend was enjoying this. He wouldn't have asked otherwise.

He let out a moan against Fleck's chest as his cock was stroked. His hips rolling into small circles as he thrust up into the hand.

Curiously, he pulled his finger out and massaged the ring of muscle, then slipped his finger in, curving it. His cautiously slow movements changing into more confident ones.

Fleck gave a low moan again when Dick curled his finger, tugging lightly at the hair his fingers were tangled in.

"Mmm, that's it," he breathed.

His hips rocked back against Dick's fingers as his other hand began stroking his cock a little firmer.

"Yeah?" He murmured against tanned skin, his breathing picking up. A few little moans passed his lips as Fleck tightened his grip.

He found a steady rhythm as his finger pushed in and out, meeting Fleck as he pushed back.

Remembering what his boyfriend said, he pulled the finger out. Teasing the muscle again for a moment, he added his middle finger as he pushed back in. Slowing down again as Fleck felt a little tighter around them.

"M-hmm."

He fell easily into the slow rhythm, murmuring soft encouragement and praise into Dick's ear.

The addition of another finger had Fleck rasping a low moan into Dick's ear, and tugging at his hair.

His tongue flicked over Dick's earlobe. "Don't be so gentle on my account. I've taken bigger and rougher."

A shiver ran down his spine and he brought his lip between his teeth as the tongue flicked over the pierced earlobe.

What should have been words of encouragement, threw him off. A sudden reminder of his own inexperience and the feeling he was doing this all wrong.

He didn't mean for his fingers to slow to an almost stop.

"You have?"

Ah.


Now he didn't think he'd be having the exes talk while his boyfriend fingered him for the first time.

Maybe he could just nip this one in the bud, and have the talk a little later, when his boyfriend wasn't knuckle deep in him.

"I've been with a couple people before," he said delicately.

He paused.

"I see."

Not that it should come to surprise. He knew Fleck had exes, and it was easy to figure that he wasn't a blushing virgin. He just never gave it much more thought before. Especially that whoever Fleck was with were larger, rougher, and not out of their depth like he was.

He curled his fingers inside of Fleck again as he tried to brush off his nerves. He wanted to enjoy making his boyfriend feel good and not overthink.

Fleck sat in a nervous sort of silence for a second when Dick paused.

He expected the man to pull away, and demand they talk about the situation some more.

So when Dick's fingers pushed deeper and curled, he was so taken by surprise, that his gasped moan came out ragged and completely unfettered.

The unrestrained gasping moan flipped a switch in Dick.

He held Fleck's hip hard, the tips of his fingers digging into the skin - enough to bruise.

Brushing a few kisses onto his boyfriend's chest, he pushed his fingers steadily in and out. Then faster. Relentlessly curling his fingers deeper into him each time.

The lips on Fleck's chest found nipple which he brought between his teeth.

The switch in Dick's movements earned a very appreciative set of sounds from his boyfriend, and something that Dick would rarely hear. A curse.

"Shit," Fleck gasped, the rhythm of his hand around Dick's cock fumbling, and the hand in his hair tightening, urging Dick closer as teeth closed around a nipple.

He breathed out a shaky breath, trying to start a steady rhythm again with his hand.

Dick grinned at the swear then gasped around the nipple. His hips pushing up uselessly up into the fumbling hand. It was distracting.

He let got of Fleck's hip to batter the hand away, placing it on his shoulders. His cock ached from the lack of friction, but he wanted to focus on his boyfriend. He wanted him to let go like he allowed Dick to do so many times already.

The hand didn't to back to Fleck's hip, but to his cock instead. His fingers teased the base, thumb rubbing the sensitive skin above his balls that personally drove him crazy. Then he curled his hand firmly around it to let Fleck thrust into it each time his fingers slammed into him.

Fleck hesitated when Dick batted his hand away, not wanting to just give up on giving his boyfriend's pleasure, but when his hand was planted on Dick's shoulder, he didn't move it. He gave Dick's shoulder a little squeeze.

His hips bucked and his head fell back with a gasp when Dick's cool fingers teased over his hot flesh.

He cursed again, gripping tightly at Dick's shoulder.

Lips quirked up, he stretched up to Fleck's collar bone, leaving tiny, biting, kisses.

Squeezing Fleck between his hand, he pulled his two fingers out. Not a beat later, he added a third finger. He fell back into a slow and steady rhythm as Fleck stretched around them, trying to gauge Fleck's reaction.

His lips parted soundless as a third finger pushed into him, and he clenched around them.

His closed eyes cracked half open when Dick pulled back and his lips pulled into a little smile. His hips rocked downwards, and he bit his lip. letting his teeth drag over it in the way he knew Dick had come to like, just as much as he liked seeing it from Dick.

Fleck's cheeks were flushed and his breath was coming in short pants now.

Dick himself was flushed, lips slightly parted as he watched Fleck drag his lip over his lip. He swore softly, thumb running up over the head of Fleck's length.

Without realising, he brought his lip between his own teeth.

Eyes on Fleck, he quickened the rhythm of his fingers. Slowly building it back up to the fast pace previously.