Ora Pattiniamo [C]

Fleck pushed himself up, cupping Dick's bruised neck.

He pressed his lips to Dick's firmly, he pulled back, sliding out from under his boyfriend and moving to the bed. Or rather the box of toys that sat on the bedside table next to it.

He flicked through it until he found a bottle of lube, then he sat down on the edge of the bed, and gestured for Dick to come to him.

Dick took it as the obvious yes it was.

He watched as Fleck stood and fished out the bottle of lube. He stood as Fleck gestured him over, heart leaping in his throat. Nerves prickled at the anticipation of doing something new. He wanted to do this right.

Standing over Fleck, he bent down and kissed him firmly, flicking his tongue past their lips.

"I usually start by fingering myself."

He held out the bottle of lube for Dick to take. "Can't just take cock now without some stretching. I'm too tight."

Fleck shifted around so he was on his hands and knees on the bed, back arched on a sort of crude offering of his ass to Dick.

"I think about you here. About you kissing me, fingering me. Whispering dirty things to me."

Dick's breath became unsteady as Fleck turned himself on all fours. It was obscene, and spared nothing for the imagination. Blue eyes strayed up his spine and lingered at the way the muscles of his back bunched together.

He fumbled with the lube bottle, slicking his fingers as he has done numerous times before. It was dropped on the bed and he cupped a cheek and pressed two slick fingers inside Fleck. They pushed through much easier then they had done in the bathroom.

Dick chewed on his lip, listening to Fleck. His cock twitched as he kept mentioning how he thought of him and began to slid his fingers in and out.

Fleck groaned as fingers slid into him.

He gave a shaky breath. "Feels better with lube." Lube definitely helped this along, though he did enjoy feeling that he'd been fingered afterwards. There was something hot about feeling it for a while after.

"Sometimes I edge myself like this, just with my fingers, before I use the dildo. Will you edge me?"

"Yeah." His throat was scratchy.

He swallowed, and his fingers moved with more intent, rocking and pressing down inside Fleck. It was only after recent events he had learned a new meaning to the word. But the act itself he was very accustomed to.

His eyes ran up and down Fleck's sine, then to the back of his head. This felt cold.

His fingers slowed. He chewed his lip.

"Could you lie on your back?"

His lips quirked upwards.

Dick was enjoying this as much as he was.

The request was met with a moment of hesitation before he nodded and shifted to roll over.

He preferred to be fucked on his knees. Maybe with some hair pulling. But he could lie on his back of Dick wanted him to.

Fleck laid back, looking up at his boyfriend. "Hi."

Dick smiled as he saw his boyfriends face.

"Hi," he repeated back. The tiny bit of unseen tension in his shoulders disappeared.

His knees dipped the bed, and he shuffled up, nudging Fleck as he did so, so he had space to kneel on the bed. Muscular thighs either side of his slender waist. There was a sense of familiarity.

He stole a kiss, then leaned back eyes lingering on the face he just kissed. The knuckles of his fingers skimmed Fleck's cock and balls before he pushed them back into his entrance.

A hand splayed on his firm stomach, he started over painfully slow, curling his fingers towards the sweet spot each time he pushed them in, then out again.

In again. Out again. Over and over. Painfully slow.

His eyes dipped to his own cock.

He added a third finger.

In again. Out again.

Fleck shuffled back when he was nudged, letting Dick climb onto the bed and sit between his thighs, that he parted to rest comfortably on either side of Dick's hips.

The kiss was reciprocated happily and when Dick pulled back, his teeth caught his lower lip, holding it and letting it drag. It swelled when it was released, and Fleck loved the sight.

His stomach quivered under Dick's hand, and he groaned when fingers pushed into him slowly. So slowly.

His head tipped back, his hands gripped the sheets, and he groaned louder.

Fuck.


His hips rocked, desperately looking for something harder, faster. Just something more.

"Fuck," he hissed when a third figner stretched him.

Dick wetted his swollen lower lip as Fleck swore.

"Does that feel good?" He asked, confidence growing, still going slow. He kept the three finger in deep, rocking them in and out in shorter amounts until Fleck adjusted. He didn't often use three.

He pushed down against the fingers.

"Fuck. Yes."

Fleck's fingers scrambled in the sheets, gripping and tugging them.

He bit his own lip, tugging at it.

Dick watched, eyes dark.

He was going to to go slow. Slow slow slow, until Fleck was on the edge with the slightest touches. Drive him crazy and give his an equally satisfying orgasm.

They did have the house to themselves all night. (Although, it was well past midnight.)

Eyes still on Fleck, he dipped his head and took the slick head of his cock into his mouth. He hummed around and just swirled his tongue around it. His splayed hand pressed down firmly on his stomach in an attempt to keep his hips down.

His back arched and his hips bucked, but hardly moved as the hand pressed firmly against his stomach.

"Fuckshitfuck." The oaths ran into one long curse.

Right now this was no different than their usual play. Blowjobs on Dick's part were fairly new, but they were becoming increasingly common.

But there was something different about this time. Fleck knew this was preparation for something more. It made the whole experience feel different. More exciting. This was hot as fuck, and it was a buildup for more.

Hearing him swear there was the temptation to go faster, push Fleck quicker towards the edge, but he reeled himself in.

No. He will keep his torturous leisurely pace.

But he did take more of Fleck into his mouth, he couldn't help that. Not enough to have it hit anywhere near the back of his head, and he didn't suck firmly. He just lightly bobbed his head, the heavy taste of salt on his tongue.

"You're an asshole," he hissed.

One hand came down to grip Dick's hair, and he bucked his hips, trying again to incite something more.

He knew this was karma. Revenge for him spending hours teasing and torturing him tonight.

That didn't make this any easier to take, though.

Dick chocked, the hand on his head took him by surprise. He pushed himself up against it, pulling away from Fleck's cock. A string of spit went down his chin before he whipped it away.

"I know."

He grinned.

"But if we are going to do this, we are doing it my way."

He trusted his fingers in harshly, breaking the rhythm once before falling back into the slow pace.

Fleck groaned and slumped back against the bed in defeat.

This was going to be a long and torturous ride. He knew it. That grin on his face said it all.

"Fuck!" he hissed, jerking at the rough thrust of Dick's fingers. His entrance flexed around them and his cock twitched.

"No touching," he paused. He needed a threat. A real threat.

"Or I will only use one, and not my mouth at all."

He took all three of his finger out and pressed just one it. It required little effort at all after having all three inside him, but he thrusted it in no faster.

He kept it like that, for half a minute, before pushing all three back in again.

He gaped when Dick issued his threat, and whined when three fingers were replaced with just one.

"Asshole."

He knocked his head back against the bed a couple of times, groaning as he tangled his fingers in the blankets again. Mostly to keep him from actually reaching out and touching. That wasn't a good idea with that thread hanging in the air between them.

His body twitched, and he moaned a thank you as three fingers were pushed back inside him.

Dick lips quirked up and he couldn't help the bubble of laughter as Fleck moaned out a thank you.

Yes, he was being an asshole. It took one to know one.

He leaned down to skim his lips down Fleck's cock. Then mouthed his balls.

He wanted to lie flat and grind against the mattress as he teased Fleck's with his mouth and fingers, but he refrained. He didn't want to accidentally spill onto it. (It wouldn't be the first time.) Not with what they planned to try out. It made his own anticipation to prickle.

He exhaled shakily, biting his lip again. "Shittt."

The slow pace and gentle brush of his lips was driving him crazy. He wanted to grab him, thrust into his throat, make him finger him faster. Do something.

Instead his fingers twisted tighter in the bedsheets. The muscles of his arms bulged with the action.

Dick licked his tongue up the shaft, eyes one Fleck, watching him struggle with keeping himself contained. A pleased shiver crawled up his spine as he noticed how his arms bulged.

Dick didn't know what he loved more; being held, lifted and pulled by them with ease, or watching them struggle against restraints.

Neither of those scenarios was happening, but he indulged his imagination. He could do the latter, but that would make things easy for Fleck.

He blew on the wet head.

Fleck gave a strangled noise, hips bucking sharply when cool air pricked at the sensitive skin of his cock.

Another slew of curses came out of his mouth in quick succession, and his hands clenched harder in the bedsheets. 

Fu-uck!

Dick bit his swollen lip as he grinned. For a while, he just fucked him with his fingers slowly slowly slowly. He watched each expression, spasm of muscles, and subtle movement keenly, without focusing on anything else.

His cock twitched. He ignored it.

Golden lashes fanning his cheeks, he took Fleck back into his mouth with a groan. His lips were wrapped around a little further than he normally did. He cheeks hollowed as he began to suck on his cock.

A whimper -  a quiet, pitiful noise - escaped him as Dick took him back into his mouth.

Fuckfuckfuck.


He shuddered, hips bucking, fists clenching, teeth gritting.

"Please."