[AU][C] Wine and Dine

"If I'm rude, so be it."

He didn't want to pass around his men like some lowly prostitutes. They agreed to be his, so they were his. That was that.

Dick waved Ignicio off.

"I'm not interested in training. Besides, he was already quite agreeable." He gave Giacinto a pointed look. "To me," he tacked on.

"If he wants to stand he can stand, but we both know sitting with me is more comfortable. He is rather tired."

He turned his eyes up to Hank in smugness.

"I thought I had raised you well." Giacinto gave a delicate sigh, broken into a sharp gasp when the woman between her thighs nipped at her sensitive flesh. Her hand dropped to the woman's hair, and she muttered in a quick, sharp language that Hank didn't recognise.

The human woman rose from the floor and moved to lay across the chaise before the Vampire, cuddling against her, and baring her throat.

"Yes, we heard," Giacinto responded, as she stroked between her girl's breasts, and up to her throat. "We particularly enjoyed it when you made him gag, didn't we dearest?"

Ignicio nodded. "He does make such lovely sounds."

When Dick's eyes raised to him, he'd notice that Hank's cheeks were red, and his shoulders were squared uncomfortably. He wasn't used to such lewd conversation being spoken so casually, especially not about himself.

He made a hum of agreement.

"He does, doesn't he?"

Dick was entertained by the blush and rigid stance. His awkwardness would go, after some time. He was going to be surrounded by this type of company for the rest of his time with him. He looked forward to seeing that confidence bloom, he had seen peeks of it.

His blush just darkened when Dick spoke about him, looking directly at him.

After a moment he looked away, feeling incredibly embarrassed. They were just talking about sex between them like it was a good book they'd all read and were sharing opinions on.

Hank bought up a hand to try and stifle a yawn.

Dick smile stretched.

"I think we're tiering him of our conversation."

He stood in front of Hank and played with the buttons of his first layer.

"You would like to go bed, yes?"

"You heard, Ignicio? Dickie's new boy finds you dull," Giacinto teased as her fingers dipped between her human's legs.

"No more dull than you," he countered.

With the bickering going on, Hank knew that this conversation was as close to private as he was going to get with three other people in the room.

Eyes still on the two Vampire, he nodded slowly. "Yes." He was tired. He'd enjoy falling into sleep.

The first layer undone, he slid the jacket off his shoulders.

He himself was more than happy to laze around and join in with the banter, or maybe read a book, or enjoy his human's company for a little long in the same manner of Giacinto.

But his human was tired. He was his responsibility now. His didn't want him passing out of him. Or worst, grow to disdain him.

"Then lets sleep."

His shoulders shrugged, helping Dick slide the jacket off his shoulders. It pooled on the ground behind him, forgotten as soon as it left his shoulders.

His own hands came up to slip the waistcoat off his shoulders, left unbuttoned in the study, knowing they weren't venturing into a public setting.

The comment brought a little smile to his lips. He'd almost worried that the Vampire wouldn't let him sleep just yet. Would make him sit in his lap and become entertainment to the others in the room, like the human girl currently was, writhing and gasping in place on the chaise.

His cheeks flushed just slightly as he felt arousal course through him at the thought. That... It was mortifying, but the thought of becoming entertainment; to be used and take pleasure in front of others, wasn't a terrible thought.

He stood still then, wondering whether the Vampire would strip him of his shorts and pants - no undergarments, as he just hadn't been able to find where they'd thrown them in the study -  or wait for him to do it himself.

His fingers played with the last button of the human's shirt. There was little distance between them. He had to tilt his head a little and look up. He didn't look away.

Hank had his full interest.

There was a pleasant feeling brought up in him knowing he caused that slight upturn of his mouth. Too well timed after his comment to be for anything else.

The slight tinge of pink on his cheeks he wasn't too sure about. What brought it on, he didn't know. From being so close to him? The embarrassment of hearing the woman being used so near them? Being undressed in public?

He liked to think it was the first.

"I take you don't sleep in a shirt?"

It wasn't anything so innocent as the first option.

He shook his head lightly, and his eyes flickered to the other's in the room, before returning to Dick. "Usually in nothing," he replied in English, assuming that since the others in the room spoke Italian, that English was a language between just the two of them.

It wasn't uncommon for nobles of a different country to not know English. French was the common language that dominated Europe.

Dick was close to laughing when Hank spoke in English again. It was easy to understand his reasoning why; he didn't want the other two to hear, and he didn't think they spoke English.

It was the easiest way to eavesdrop, letting people assume.

"In nothing. That is the best way to sleep, it is very comfortable. I am sure you would like to be comfortable tonight, won't you?"

He didn't undo the first button. Not quite yet. But he did fiddle with it and tugged on the shirt non-stop to make Hank very aware of it.

"I-"

Yes, he wanted to be comfortable. He hadn't slept with clothing for the majority of his life. Nightclothes were more of a hindrance in the sultry Sicilian nights, and habit had made it almost impossible for him to sleep now with clothes on.

He licked his lips nervously and turned his gaze to their company again.

Cheeks flushed, hesitant.

He wanted to be comfortable, for sure. But did he want others to see? Sleeping naked with another man - especially one that owned him, and was already intimate with his body - wouldn't end innocently. It never would. Did he want others to be audience to that?

Dick delicately pinched Hank's chin with the side of his index finger and the pad of his thumb. Slowly he brought pushed down to make the human look at him.

"Focus on me."

With what could have been a sweet smile, if it wasn't so sugar-coated, he brought his hand down and undid his own lazy laces that kept his trousers together. The fell to a pool on the floor and he kicked them away.

"It isn't so difficult to be comfortable, see?"

His fingers returned back to tug on the bottom button.

His eyes flickered to Dick when his chin was pinched, and his head turned obediently.

The quiet order did have Hank focusing on him entirely. First his pale blue eyes, then lower when he caught Dick's hands moving in his peripheral, watching as he unlaced his pants and pushed them down over slim hips.

Hank's tongue ran over his lower lip, then his teeth sank into it as the Vampire's cock was revealed.

What had gotten into him, that he was so physically attracted to this man? He was laying so many deep-seated reservations aside for this man, and he couldn't find it in him to be ashamed like he'd always been told he should.

The gentle words and the hands back at his shirt bought his gaze upwards again.

Their eyes met, and a long moment passed.

He wasn't the only one that would be exposed. He wasn't the only one going through these scandalously public affections. He was the only one that was being shy. This man could stand naked in front of others, content to let others see him, and see him with another man.

There was something empowering about knowing that he wasn't alone. Dick would be beside him, with the same feelings of exposure and affection that he would be feeling. If he was unsure, he could look to this far more confident man for courage.

He took in a breath, then exhaled slowly.

He nodded, and a shy but much lense tense smile came to his lips as his rigid shoulders began to relax. "I see," he murmured.

Dick liked the shy smile over his tense one. There was also self-satisfied pride spreading through him as he managed to make the man relax.

Slowly, he popped open the first button. Then the next. The one after that. Another. From top to bottom. So when he popped open the last one, his shirt spread to reveal his broad chest as a whole.

His fingers smoothers over his collarbone, shoulders and arms, pushing the fabric so it fell to a heap on the floor.

His fingers gently took the laces of his trousers, purposefully brushing against the seams.

"I assume you would like to be even more comfortable?"

The was a sparkle in his eyes and a cheekiness in his smile.

His eyes slid shut, enjoying the feeling of cool fingertips stroking over his skin. His skin was flushed, with a mixture of embarrassment and arousal, and the cool touch felt good.

Hank inhaled sharply through his nose as fingers brushed the seams of his pants, both wishing that he had and hadn't felt that his cock was beginning to harden again.

Eyes still closed, he nodded his consent to remove his pants. 

He shifted to slip his shoes off his feet.

Dick made quick work of the ties. It had been haphazardly laced up like his own were.

Undone, his fingers skimmed around the hem towards the back until they were pressed together like lovers. Dick kissed his collarbone and he pushed the final article of clothing down, hands feeling over his ass. With then down to his knees, he let Hank do the rest.

Standing tall he didn't give Hank back the space that they had between them.

"Now, you are ready for bed."

In a playful manner, he took his human's hips and took a few steps back to where he guess the bed was.

He leaned into the cool touch, content to press up against Dick like this, even with others in the room.

He exhaled heavily, too soft to be a moan, but not soft enough to just be a breath, when lips pressed gently to his collarbone.

He divested himself of his pants, kicking them away across the floor.

Hank followed every step, not petting their bodies part as Dick guided him towards the closest bed.

"I am," he agreed quietly, his hands coming up to frame Dick's face. He leaned down, head tilting slightly so he could press his lips to the Vampire's in a languid kiss.

Dick welcomed the kiss, tilting his own head up to meet it. He allowed the kiss to stay at its relaxed and unhurried pace, taking one steady step back at a time until his calfs hit the bed.

He didn't fall, but sat instead, breaking the kiss as he did so. He kissed his chest. Then he kissed his stomach. Finally, he kissed his navel, feeling soft hairs under his lips.

Dick turned his eyes up to Hank, hands on the back of his thighs. He gave them a tug.

Hank's eyes opened when Dick sat on the bed, following him down.

His breath hitched as kisses trailed down his chest and stomach, and his cheeks flared red as his cock reacted to the kisses; especially the ones so close to it.

Hank's eyes were dark, wild with the same lust that had filled him in the study.

The tug had Hank catching himself on the bed with his knees, quite firmly placing him in Dick's lap, straddling him.

Dick hummed his appreciation, looking Hank's body up and down. His hands rubbed his thighs.

Like this, it added a few inches between the two of them. He had to crane his neck to look up. He wasn't disappointed.

The wild look in his dark eyes wasn't lethargic.

"I thought you were tired?" He said, innocently.

His lips parted wordlessly.

He tried to come up with an argument, something to counter it with.

Eventually, the lame response he gave was a quiet "I am" as he leaned down to steal another kiss, with the intent of keeping the Vampire from saying anything else.