His boyfriend's immediate obedience to Dick's command was no surprise at all to Tim, and fortunately for Jason, he was smart enough to understand why his own demand hadn't received the same immediacy of a response. There was no question that Tim wanted him, but the second Robin would want to be absolutely sure about Dick before he risked genuine vulnerability. It was easy enough to simply be generous and let go of it despite his distaste for his instructions being ignored. This time.
Especially when that strong, warm body pressed against his back. Tim's pretty eyelashes fluttered at the sensation of being trapped between two huge, muscular bodies. They dwarfed him a little, almost made him look delicate in comparison despite how hard he worked on his own build. A fact that should have irritated him far more than it did.
Instead, his mind was on how the two of them had fought earlier. Over him. They could start again at any minute, couldn't they? Even though they'd just admitted to wanting each other, too? Didn't that make it Tim's job to satisfy them both to the best of his abilities? Otherwise, it could be dangerous--a highly capable fighter on either side of him trying to get at the other. His thoughts weren't necessarily reflecting the reality of the situation, but holy shit was he getting off on the idea. Which might have said a little bit about his mental state, but eh. There were worse vices.
With how close he'd fit himself onto Dick's lap, there was little doubt he'd be able to feel the way Tim's cock hardened against him. He didn't try to hide it or shy away from it. Let Dick see exactly what even this much was doing to him.
The youngest's slender fingers reached back to grab for Jason's hand, guiding it to press against Dick's side. Encouraging touch felt important, establishing it as something he wanted. Tim wasn't the most naturally dominant but had sharpened leadership skills. If he needed to take charge he was capable of doing so in subtle ways. Especially if he closed his eyes and slipped into his Red Robin persona. That gave him real confidence.
It took a fair amount to break him out of his need to be in control, anyway. Few people were brave enough to try to wrestle it away from him.
His reddened lips pressed a feather-light kiss right where the collar of Dick's shirt met his neck and Tim smiled against the skin there. Then he hummed in response to Jason's words, an acknowledgement and an agreement in one. They were surely a sight, the three of them. "I want the two of you to absolutely ruin me." His cheeks flushed a little darker as he pushed himself to voice the thoughts spinning through his mind. "But we don't have to do anything tonight, if you two don't want to..." And the trap was set.
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Especially when that strong, warm body pressed against his back. Tim's pretty eyelashes fluttered at the sensation of being trapped between two huge, muscular bodies. They dwarfed him a little, almost made him look delicate in comparison despite how hard he worked on his own build. A fact that should have irritated him far more than it did.
Instead, his mind was on how the two of them had fought earlier. Over him. They could start again at any minute, couldn't they? Even though they'd just admitted to wanting each other, too? Didn't that make it Tim's job to satisfy them both to the best of his abilities? Otherwise, it could be dangerous--a highly capable fighter on either side of him trying to get at the other. His thoughts weren't necessarily reflecting the reality of the situation, but holy shit was he getting off on the idea. Which might have said a little bit about his mental state, but eh. There were worse vices.
With how close he'd fit himself onto Dick's lap, there was little doubt he'd be able to feel the way Tim's cock hardened against him. He didn't try to hide it or shy away from it. Let Dick see exactly what even this much was doing to him.
The youngest's slender fingers reached back to grab for Jason's hand, guiding it to press against Dick's side. Encouraging touch felt important, establishing it as something he wanted. Tim wasn't the most naturally dominant but had sharpened leadership skills. If he needed to take charge he was capable of doing so in subtle ways. Especially if he closed his eyes and slipped into his Red Robin persona. That gave him real confidence.
It took a fair amount to break him out of his need to be in control, anyway. Few people were brave enough to try to wrestle it away from him.
His reddened lips pressed a feather-light kiss right where the collar of Dick's shirt met his neck and Tim smiled against the skin there. Then he hummed in response to Jason's words, an acknowledgement and an agreement in one. They were surely a sight, the three of them. "I want the two of you to absolutely ruin me." His cheeks flushed a little darker as he pushed himself to voice the thoughts spinning through his mind. "But we don't have to do anything tonight, if you two don't want to..." And the trap was set.