[AU][C] Wine and Dine

The sharp nip caused him to jerk. He pulled back an inch, his tongue skimming over where his skin had been tugged. His eyes dark and dilated.

He pulled him down for a fiery kiss; sliding his tongue between his their lips and his grip on his neck hardening. Nothing uncomfortable, but it would be a constant presence.

His index finger, after some time, slid back down the seam. He could feel his cock under it.

Four fingers flat, he pressed against where his balls would be while thumb drew teasing circles against the hard line of his trousers.

This firmer kiss was met with eager acceptance from Hank, who pressed into the kiss just as hard as Richard was doing.

His hips rocked, bucking sharply against the firm pressure on his balls.

Hank uttered a small sound, one hand seeking out the Vampire's cock, stroking him over his pants with the tips of his fingers.

A tiny moan came from the vampire when the tips of fingers felt him through his trousers. It was teasing. The position of their bodies made if difficult to rock his hips into the fingers.

He pulled back from the kiss. A blush of desire was obvious on his cheeks and a mischievous smile was on his lips. His thumb was unrelenting as he teased his cock.

"Tell me," he asked as he pulled Hank down close enough to purr in his ear, "would you rather be on your back and have me ride your cock, or be on your front have me fuck you?"

Hank felt a small sting of disappointment when Richard pulled away from the kiss.

He stooped slightly when he was pulled down, and his cheeks heated through at the options given to him.

He didn't like either option.

"I-" He swallowed. "I want to be on my back, so I can watch you as you-" He paused again, gathering the courage to speak so lewdly. "Fuck me."

The last words were spoken in a breathy whisper, and his fingertips pressed slightly more firmly over the vampire's clothed cock.

Dick took a moment to respond, letting you a small stuttered breath when the fingers pressed down more firmly and he relished in the sound of Hank using lewd language.

"Make your own options, hm?"

He palmed him firmly.

"Earn it."

He groaned, hips rocking against the firm hand.

At the challenge, he pulled back completely, going as far as to stand up off his lap.

His eyes caught Richard's as he shrugged off his coat, letting it fall to the floor, and leaving him in his crisp white shirt. He moved to straddle the vampire, a position far more comfortable for the both of them, and opening him up to any teasing Richard wanted to bestow upon him.

Hank leaned forwards, pressing a few light kisses up Richard's neck as his hips rolled, brushing against Richard's hardening cock, and rubbing himself against the vampire's stomach.

Dick watched the man shrug his coat off and welcomed him back into the seat.

His hands cupped the backs of his thighs. Feeling the fabric rub against his palms.

Warmth curled in him as his neck was kissed. The stubble scratched pleasantly. A little moan worked its way past his lips. He shifted and groped the human's ass.

Hank sucked on a patch of pale skin, pulling back to watch the skin flush pink. He had been mindful not to suck hard enough to leave a more permanent mark, not aware of a vampire's much more advanced healing rate.

The human's ass was firm, muscular. Even hidden under such thick clothing, that was clear. Like the rest of his body, it had been built up from years of hard work.

His lips returned to Richard's neck.

The human had a good ass. Not that he ever doubted at the occasional glances down whenever he had the opportunity.

He felt Hank's lips leave his neck.

"You don't have to be so careful," he said, squeezing the cheeks.

It was a common thing with mindful humans.

He did nip the vampires skin at the comment, but atill not hard enough to mark.

The last vampire hed been with - his first - had been a dainty young man that had prefferred more delicate treatment. He hadnt wanted any rough treatment.

Fleck had assumed because he didnt want marks to ahow. Fleck had obliges. The vampire hadnt felt to same about leaving marks on his skin, though. He had been covered in puncture marks and bruises. Hed enjoyed it.

Hia hips rolled against Richards crotch and stomach again.

Dick made an encouraging noise when his skin was nipped and a shiver crept down his spine.

His hands crept up over his body as his neck was kissed, admiring in ways his eyes couldn't. The body was firm under the clothing, which became more mused.

He felt along the line of buttons down Hank's waistcoat before beginning to undo each one.

Some of the buttons of Hank's waistcoat were more fiddly than others, requiring some force to push the buttons through holes that were only just big enough to fit the buttons. It was clearly not an expensive outfit.

Hank's tongue and teeth ran over Richard's neck. He could taste oils on his skin; they tasted foreign and interesting on his tongue.

His own hands wandered, finding the ruffled lace at Richard's throat. His fingers combed through it, looking for the pin that held it in place.

Each button he undid became more and more irritated. He had half the mind just to rip it open. But resisted. It might have been a poor excuse for a best coat - and he didn't want to deal with someone whining the whole night again about him ripping clothes. Again.

Done with the waistcoat he pushed it off, smoothing his hands over Hank's broad chest and shoulders as he did so. A noise caught the back of his throat; both in appreciation of the body atop of him, and for the teeth and tongue against his neck.

Hank's shoulders shrugged, helping Richard push off his waistcoat.

His hands dropped from the vampire's shoulders so he could sling the waistcoat away. It skidded across the floor slightly.

A sound of pleasure left Hank's throat when his fingers found the pin. He pulled it from the fabric, dropping it carelessly then returning to the lace material. He sat back, abandoning Richard's throat so he could unwind the lace.

Dick lifted his hin to let Hank unwind the lace cravat.

His skin was fair and sensitive. It had pinked from the scrape of stubble and teeth. The removal of the cravat made it more apparent. Not that it mattered. It would be gone and clear within a minute.

His own fingers made his way up Hank's cravat. Not whereas elaborate as his and easy to discard.

With purpose, he ran the tip of his tongue across his teeth, ending at the prominent point. All the while his fingers traced up the tendon for Hank's neck.

His own chin tilted upwards slightly when Richard pulled the pin from his cravat and began pulling his off.

He was almost through pulling off Richard's cravat when the vampire ran a finger down his throat and licked at his teeth suggestively. The thoughts that raced through Hanks mind distracted him, and the last tug to pull off the lace was a little rough, pulling the lace sharply across the side of the vampire's neck, leaving a small friction burn that bloomed red.

The human swallowed thickly, watching those teeth in anticipation.

The sharp friction to his neck caused him to startle in surprise; straightening his spine. He grinned.

"Tell me, what are you thinking?"

He lightly skimmed his fingers back down, over his Adam's apple. They were carefully angled so his nails traced skin.

He swallowed when the nails trailed over his adams apple, making it bob under the vampire's fingers.

For a moment Hank debated whether he should speak the truth. He wasn't used to being so open with his desires. Especially not with any upstanding nobles.

But he had come this far. He was straddling the man and already half undressed.

"Will your bite be rough or gentle?"

That was what he was thinking about; what Richard's bite will feel like.

"Will my bite be rough or gentle?" He repeated.

Amusement showed on his face.

"I am as gentle as biting someone to make them bleed can be. But I can guarantee, it will be rather pleasurable."

His fingers drifted down, and he skimmed over Hank's cock. He teased it with feather-light strokes.

"Is that what you want me to do? Bite you? Make you bleed for me?"

His lips parted to speak, but he held himself back.

What if he didn't want it to be gentle? He didn't ask, he didn't make any suggestions. The last vampire he was with had been perfectly happy to be a little rough with him, without him asking for it, but he certainly wasn't going to ask for something like that.

His hips rocked against the fingers brushing against his clothed cock, thrusting against him, wanting more.

"Yes," he breathed.

The smile on his face didn't leave.

Cupping the back of Hank's neck, feeling long hair brush against his knuckles, he pulled him down. Slowly. He liked the suspense.

Pink lips parted as he guided Hank towards him. Instead of a bite, he gave him a kiss. An open-mouthed kiss where he sucked at the unbruised side, so it matched with the other.

With little warning, he pierced the skin.

He leaned forwards, breath hitching in anticipation.

Hank licked his lips slowly as a wet kiss was pressed against his throat, and he shuddered a little at the smarting of his skin as a bruise began to form.

He inhaled sharply when fangs pierced his throat, and his hips bucked forwards involuntarily.

An oath was hissed in Italian.

Dick felt Hank rock into his hand and he groped his ass instead, pulling him down so he could roll against him.

A groan followed as he pulled his fangs out and tasted the first wash of blood. He closed his eyes in bliss. The grip of his neck firm so he couldn't pull away.

This human tasted as good as he looked.

Hank didn't intend to move at all.

He was shaking just a little, a mix of excitement and anticipation for more.

He was biting his lip, his eyes clenched shut, his hips rolling in against Richard's crotch and stomach again.

Dick looked up at the human, his pale skin flushed.

They were both naked. Their clothes were discarded throughout the library; chairs, a table, the floor. It was, as per usual, intense. No point fucking if you're only going to do it half-heartedly.

They ended up back where they started.

The human pressed against the chair, his large thighs parted and wrapped around his slender waist.

Dick moved, sliding out from underneath him, letting the settle more comfortably in the chair. A finger drifted up his stomach, glistening with his cum, and he brought it to his mouth, sucking on it with thought. Blue eyes admiring the work he had done.

Hank was cut, bruised and bleeding. Signs of their fucking etched all over his body; hickeys on his neck, bites between his thighs, scratches down his stomach. A work of art.

Dick pulled his finger out with a pop. He tasted salt.

"I like you," he said as if it was the highest praise. He straddled a thigh. A hand followed the red marks he made.

"I like you a lot."