[C] Scheming

After a good five minutes of this slow, cruel torture, he had most of Dick's cock uncovered. He pulled back slightly, brows arched in amusement and a crooked smile on his lips.

"My poor, poor virgin ears."

Dick's mouth was absolutely filthy.


He leaned back down to take just the head into his mouth, running the ball of his piercing against it, then pulled back and dipped down to continue his slow, torturous exploration with his tongue.

After five minutes, he was panting. A light sweat sheen on his skin, under his clothes.

"Shut it - fuck."

His hips jerked up when Fleck's lips wrapped around the head and the ball pressed and dragged against the too sensitive skin.

A low moan followed when the tongue went back to being teasing and torturous and he was loving every second of it. His hands only pushed down do hard on Fleck's head and fingers only gripping so tight.

He continued to tease at his happily languid pace, dipping down when he'd pulled Dick's pants to mid-thigh, so he could lave the same teasing slow attention over his balls.

He was enjoying the Vampire's desperate reactions and little noises.

He certainly wasn't going to let him enjoy himself completely now he'd found a way to tease him.

Dick's his hips jerked uselessly again when Fleck's tongue trailed lower to his ball.

The hands left Fleck's hair. His pressed them into his eyes; pulled at his own hair; gripped and tugged at the sheets; anything to resist temptation and stop his hands drifting to ease the ache between his legs.

He didn't want his own hands. He wanted Fleck's mouth.

There was a moment of grinning triumph when Dick abandoned his hair to grip his own in his attempts to keep himself somewhat calm.

Well now, that wouldn't do.

He trailed his pierced tongue slowly up over his balls and right up the length of his cock, tip of his tongue flicking firmly over his head before he returned to his base.

He didn't press lips to him, though. He puckered them and blew gently.

Dick's moans only became louder as the torturous slow tongue ran over this balls and cock in one long stripe. Thighs twitched and his muscles tensed under his clothes.

Then hips jerked violently at the gentle push of air on his cock. The wet trail that Fleck's tongue left cooled on the sensitive patch of skin the drove him made.

"Fleck you bastard. Fucking, please-"

He bit down hard on his lip, mortified that the little beg passed them

What could only be described as a Cheshire cat grin curled his lips when Dick resorted to begging.

Oh, that was sweet.

He wondered how much of that begging he could get when he exacted his revenge. Right now he was just enjoying himself.

Deciding to be nice, just for now, he enveloped him in his mouth, pushing down until he couldn't take any more, and just pausing there for a moment.

Then he pulled back, took a breath through his nose and began a firm pace.

Dick's back lifted and he cried out when Fleck finally took him in.

The sheets were held taut beneath him. A straight line between his hands and under his back.

His moans continued to be loud, unthinking, as Fleck began a firm and steady pace. Hips rolled up to disrupt it in an attempt for a faster pace.

He gave Dick the faster pace that he wanted, eyes turning to the door briefly.

Dick certainly wasn't being quiet. He wondered if any of the kids were here, or whether they were safe with just adults. They all understood that sex happened, even if some were slightly more embarrassing about it than others.

He shouldn't be thinking about this now.

His attention turned wholly back to the man he was sucking, holding him still for a moment, rolling the ball of his piercing around his head teasingly, before returning to the fast pace Dick had set with his bucking hips.

The moans didn't let up. Replaced momentarily with swears as he was teased again before he slipped back into moans.

With one yell of his boyfriend's name in warning, his thighs tensed and his head tilted back into an almost-silent cry. The quietest he had been since Fleck's lips touched his cock, interrupted by the rip of fabric between his hands.

As Fleck had done, he melted into the bed. His chest raised and fell as he panted. Dazed and completely unaware for a moment of what he had done in the afterglow.

As always, he began swallowing when Dick came, but pulled back when the sound of tearing filled his ear.

"Did you just-" He was cut off when a spurt hit his cheek. He didn't pay it much mind, though, as it dribbled down the tan skin of his cheek and over his jaw.

"My sheets," he mourned, caught between genuine sadness over losing his sheets, and amusement that Dick had actually torn his sheets when he came.

He was definitely caught between upset and impressed, and just sat there having his internal debate, Dick's release still dribbling down over his skin.

Dick was still panting when reality hit. He had just torn Fleck's sheets and his cheeks stained red wth shame.

He propped himself up on his elbows for a genuine apology.

"Sorry I- fuck," he swore softly then groaned. He pulled his lip between his teeth.

The white cum - his cum - was dripping down his the tanned skin of his boyfriend's cheekbone and jaw. The contrast was lewd. Far lewder than Fleck's cum over his chest.

If he hadn't just had a climaxed, he would have been hard again.

Fleck shook his head and tucked a lock of bleached hair behind his ear, lips pulling upwards in amusement.

He couldn't stay mad.

His boyfriend had torn his fucking sheets during a blowjob.

He was now caught between amusement and pride. He'd caused that, even if it had come with the sacrifice of his bedsheets, that Dick was definitely going to be changing.

He was completely oblivious to the thoughts running through his boyfriend's head.

Dick made another groan as his boyfriend smiled. His head tilting back so his hair brushed the sheets before he pulled it back up again.

He was confronted with the same image.

No one should look that good smiling while cum ran down there face. No one.

Face flushed, he watched his cum as it dripped down Fleck's neck.

"Stop that," he finally declared, "or I will be tearing more sheets."

Fleck blinked, smile fading in his shock.

"Stop what?"

As far as he knew he was just sat here. Not doing anything that was worthy of sheet tearing.

...right?

Dick just let out a groan at his boyfriend's obliviousness.

How did he not realise what he was on about?

How did he not realise what he was doing to him? Just by lying there, naked, looking a mess.

"You know..." He was flushing horribly, having to admit this. "On your face..."

He should have probably got some tissues and cleaned his boyfriend up as he normally did, to get rid of the gorgeously lewd display. Another part of him didn't want to.

"On my- Oh."


A devilishly crooked grin formed on his face. "You have a cum fetish." It was a statement, not a question.

"See, now I'm not sure I want to wash it off."

If his boyfriend thought he looked hot with his release dropping down his face and neck, he certainly wasn't going to end the fun any time soon.

His blush brightened at the statement. The words 'cum' and 'fetish' were indecent enough on their own. They were only made worst when put together.

He frowned, feeling caught out. The devilish grin that normally had him squirming was only made worse by the substance dripping down it.

"I do not."

Dropping his upper back down on the ruined sheets so he was staring at the ceiling, and not his boyfriend's obscene face, he pulled up his pants and tousers.

"Then I just won't look at you until you washed it off."

"Aww, come on." Fleck pushed himself up so he was pressed against Dick's body, keeping his upper body up with his forearms braced either side of Dick's head.

"You can enjoy what you want without being embarrassed here."

He pressed feather light kisses to Dick's neck.

"And I'm totally not washing it off until you look at me," he added.

Dick shifted when he felt Fleck's weight on top of him, his hands found his hips to grip.

He squirmed as feather light kisses grazed against his neck, a few little noises catching the back of his throat. Some his cum on Fleck's face he could feel gloss against his skin.

Eyes closed, he could still very clearly see boyfriend's face behind them. Stubbornly, he didn't open them.

"You're going to get my shirt dirty," he complained.

"Then you'll have to take it off," he replied easily.

He didn't want to stop. He was thoroughly enjoying this, and he was going to make Dick more comfortable with admitting that he was enjoy this too.

His tongue ran slowly over Dicks skin, lapping up a small amount of the release that his previous kissing had smeared onto his skin.

A noise caught the back of his throat, something between a huff and a groan at Fleck's suggestion. Another noise followed when Fleck's tongue ran over his skin, clearing the mess he could feel that was there.

His eyes stayed firmly shut. The hands on Fleck's hips drifted up over his back to circle around his waist.

"You totally love this. Why are you being stubborn?"

He really didn't understand it. Dick enjoyed it, and he certainly wasn't complaining about the surprise facial himself. What was with all the embarrassment and stubbornly hiding away?

He bought himself up to nip at Dick's lower lip.

He made another little noise when his lip was bitten, then caved. He opened his eyes and Fleck's face - still covered in cum - was on above him.

Blush unwavering, he didn't know where to look.

"It's embarrassing and, I don't know, dirty."

While he had come a long way from what he had been, talking about sex and everything to do with it still made him flustered and a little uncomfortable at times.

He diverted his gaze away from Fleck, head turned to the side.

"It's supposed to be dirty," he snorted lightly.

His lips quirked upwards. "That's the whole appeal. Sex is dirty and dirty is good."

He pressed a little peck to Dick's cheek.

"And what are you embarrassed for? The only reaction you've got to worry about is mine. At least I damn well hope so. And I'm not going to react negatively to it."