Art Hibernation Ends Now

He kept his grip on Dick tight until Dick relaxed in his lap.

That was when he let himself relax and enjoy the feeling. It was strange, definitely, having fangs embedded in his skin, but the sharp initial piercing had let up, and it had left in its wake something a little different. A slight sting, and the odd warm, wet feeling of his blood welling up.

His eyelashes fluttered and a shuddering breath left him when Dick's tongue teased at his neck.

Dick heard the slight shuddering breath. That was good. Fleck hadn't pushed him away either.

This was as new for Dick as it was for Fleck. He had never bit someone before for the purpose of pleasure, and he wasn't entirely sure how to go about it. The few times he had accidentally fed from Fleck, it was because of a split lip or tongue, or because he accidentally grazed his skin too deeply. He never purposely bit him.

He dislodged his teeth a little and tightened his grip on Fleck's hair as the blood began to flow more freely. A little groan caught the back of his throat as the bitter iron taste trickled down it.

The feeling of the fangs pulling out of him slightly was almost erotic feeling.

He didn't feel the pain of the bite anymore, just the movement of the fangs, and a lightheadedness he often felt with the rush of orgasm began to fog his mind.

His hips rocked upwards almost involuntarily and he groaned, hands tightening, fisting in Dick's hair and gripping his shoulder tight.

"Fuck," he groaned.

Dick groaned with his lips still against Fleck's skin as he rocked up and tugged on his hair. He rolled his hips firmly back down.

With his fangs pulled fully out of Fleck's skin, he continued to tease the two little wound with the tip of his tongue, encouraged by Fleck's reaction. Laving over the skin before the welled up blood could trickle down the body.

He curled his whole arm around his head and gripped on a muscled bicep with his other hand.

He bit his lip again with a groan as Dick's fangs pulled out of his skin completely.

A few moments later the almost euphoric feeling began to ebb slightly, and not wanting to let it go, Fleck reached for the hand gripping his bicep. Dick could hold himself steady with the grip on his hair. He wouldn't mind the pulling feeling.

He drew that hand to his mouth, and licked the tip of Dick's fingers before bringing two into his mouth, sucking them gently.

Dick's fingers twitched when they were licked, and he felt hot breath wash over them. He could feel bristles against his knuckles. Teeth scraped against the skin. Then they were being sucked.

He groaned and grounded his hips more firmly and sucked on Fleck's skin with more intent. The metallic taste of blood overwhelming his senses until he pulled back with a pop.

His cheeks were flushed hot, and his lips were stained red. He fixated on his fingers as they slide in and out of Fleck's mouth. He parted them around Fleck's tongue.

"Okay?"

Dick's fingers twitched when they were licked, and he felt hot breath wash over them. He could feel bristles against his knuckles. Teeth scraped against the skin. Then they were being sucked.

He groaned and grounded his hips more firmly and sucked on Fleck's skin with more intent. The metallic taste of blood overwhelming his senses until he pulled back with a pop.

His cheeks were flushed hot, and his lips were stained red. He fixated on his fingers as they slide in and out of Fleck's mouth. He parted them around Fleck's tongue.

"Okay?"

Fleck ran the ball of his piercing against the length of one of Dick's fingers. He sucked and licked and teased as eagerly as if it was DIck's cock in his mouth.

He gave a rumbling moan when Dick pulled from his neck with a wet sound. 

He sucked harder, teeth scraping against Dick's fingers.

Dick chewed on his lip as he watched and felt Fleck suck and tease eagerly on his fingers. He swore softly at the scrape of teeth and he tugged on his swollen lips.

Dick's eyes drifted down to his collarbone, where blood was beginning to well. He licked it clean straight back up to the two bleeding wounds - which were also beginning to bruise.

Satisfied, he pulled his hand back and came away with a string of saliva that connected it still to Fleck's lips. Uncaring, he cupped Fleck's jaw and replaced his fingers with his tongue, kissing him with fire.

Dick's fire was returned with Fleck's own hot lust. He groaned into Dick's mouth as he captured Dick's hand again.

His body slid slightly lower, and he bent one leg at the knee, bringing Dick chest to chest with him.

He guided Dick's hand downwards firmly. Their joined hands skimmed his hard cock and nudged his balls as he pushed them between his now parted thighs. 

Fleck nipped at Dick's tongue as he released Dick's hand, hoping Dick could take that rather clear hint. His hand ventured upwards, to dip his fingers under the waistband of the sweats Dick was still wearing.

Dick let his hand be led southward. From the shift in Fleck's position and where his hand was being guided too, the implication was clear.

His fingers continued to skim over Fleck's skin until they were pressed against the ring of muscle. His stomach jumped at the brush of Fleck's fingers and he rolled his hips forward.

"Is it okay? Like this?" His breathing was still shallow as he spoke, and he indicated his head to the side, simultaneously pressing his fingers further.

"For a little while," he replied.

It certainly wasn't as good as lube, and it would dry out quickly, but for now it was fine. They could pause for lube when it did get too uncomfortable.

Right now he just wanted Dick inside him, in whatever capacity he could get.

Dick kissed Fleck again and pressed his fingers slowly in. It wasn't a smooth transition. He could slide them in and out and tease him. But he could keep them knuckle deep, crock them and massage that sweet spot inside him.

He broke the kiss and nipped at a pierced lobe.

Fleck groaned when fingers slipped inside of him.

His head tipped back again, resting on the bed as his hips rolled with the slide of Dick's fingers.

His throat exposed again, he swallowed, tongue lashing over his lips, as his fingers found a purchase on the waistband on Dick's sweats (his sweats) and shimmied them downwards slightly.

Dick's lips attached themselves to the exposed throat, to the area between his Adam's apple and collarbone, and lightly sucked on it. To add another mark to Fleck's growing collection.

His other hand drifted downwards to the awkward tangle of arms. He found what he wanted; the head of Fleck's cock, slick with precum. With the tips of his fingers, he teased it. Sliding them just up and down the sensitive head.

"People are gonna think you've massacred me." He didn't sound disapproving in any way, though. He was quite enjoying this.

He was thoroughly enjoying this, and the proof came in the gasp and jerk of his hips as Dick's fingers teased over his head.

"Dick!"

His hands paused before starting their mission anew, reaching out to brush his thumb against the swollen head of Dick's own cock.

Dick let out a half panted laugh at the comment and grinned into his skin. He made another pleased sound as Fleck reacted sharply to his teasing.

Then it was his own turned to gasp; he inhaled and jerked his hips forwards. Rather uselessly, his cock just brushed against the thumb and then he let out a shaky breath.

It was distracting but also built up a fire anew in him.

Tilting his head down, he rested his forehead against Fleck's chest to focus on his two tasks. His hand slide down and back up the shaft of Fleck's cock. The fingers on his other hand remained knuckle deep in Fleck, rocking them faster and with more purpose.

Dick would be the death of him. He knew that without a doubt.

This incredible man straddling him and teasing him within an inch of his life was going to be the death of him.

He groaned hips rocking, as he continued his light teasing brushes of the pad of his thumb against the head of Dick's cock.

Dick chewed on his lips and groaned as his hips rolled uselessly. The thumb was torturing. It was distracting. He didn't want Fleck to stop.

He closed his eyes and swore, faltering momentarily back to English.

Tilting his head, he widened his jaw and bit at Fleck's chest, scraping at the skin with his teeth until he found a nipple. The bud clamped and rolled between his teeth.

A pleased grin curled Fleck's lips when Dick swore. Making him get so riled up that he spoke in English was a big accomplishment. He was definitely doing the right thing here.

His slow, teasing pace continued on. He was going to carry on until he drove Dick crazy.

His tongue ran over his teeth, and his tongue piercing caught and rattled against his teeth, just as Dick bit down on his nipple. His tongue jerked back into his mouth as he moaned, and the piercing caught on his teeth, tugging at the muscle.

The sharp jerk of the piercing on his tongue was just the right amount of pain for what pleasure was wracking his body right now, and his body shuddered lightly.

He paused for a moment after that, his hand stilling as he rolled his tongue in his mouth, toying with the piercing. In the heat of the moment, that felt incredible, the tug of a piercing through sensitive skin.

What if...?

Now wasn't the time, but it was a thought to come back on, for sure.

His thumb continued its teasing strokes again.

The corners of Dick's lips curled up when Fleck moaned. Only for them to drop again as he whined when Fleck's teasing stopped. He rolled his hips desperately for the small amount of friction he was getting, oblivious to Fleck's internal thoughts.

He let out a sweet sigh of relief as the barely-there touches returned.

His tilted his head back down, keeping hold of the nipple until it pulled free. He licked his lips and fixated on Fleck's cock between the knots of arms. It was glistening and he rubbed his thumb over it.

Both hands worked on Fleck with inhuman stamina. Not pausing because his arms were tired, only momentarily so if Fleck made him jerk or gasp.

"I'm gonna come soon if you, mm, carry on like this, Dick," he warned, eyes squeezing shut.

His thumb pressed a little firmer against Dick's head, teasing him like a little more.

"It's been... hah." Two weeks. That wasn't really a huge amount of time, but when you tended to be as active as he and Dick were when they were together, two weeks without even masturbating was quite a stretch.

"Ya- ah!" He jerked when Fleck pressed harder on his cock. Licking his lips, he swallowed, and tried again: "Yeah?"

That would certainly be a sight he would love to see. Needed to see. There was only so long he could go now with just his imagination.

He pressed into Fleck as deep and fast he could inside, with his fingers staying knuckle deep.

"You should come." He leaned up and pressed a kiss in the hollow of Fleck's neck. "Come for me, Fleck."

He shuddered when his warning garnered exactly the opposite reaction to what he was expecting.

He expected Dick to slow down, to want to prolong this so he wasn't spent before Dick was, but that clearly wasn't happening.

And he was weak to Dick's firm ministrations.

It didn't seem like much more than a breath later, he felt himself clenching around Dick's fingers, and jerking with a loud moan - probably too loud - as he came.

Dick swore quietly, bearly heard the shout. His forehead pressed against his boyfriend's chest while he watched him come. He kept up the pace of his hands until Fleck was just shuddering and spent over his hand and tanned stomach.

He pulled his fingers out, and, feeling that devious streak come back, he rolled his palm over the top of Fleck's over-sensitive head.