His voice had been low, and he hadnāt meant it as a commandānot exactly, but JasonāfuckāJason obeyed it, practically scrambled across the room in something that was not quite submission, but something deeper. It hit Dick like a wave that of course Jason would answer that way. Of course he would come to them as soon as Dick cracked that door open. If thatā¦ then what?
There was the ache of wonder that pooled behind his ribs, but the thought dissolved as Jason reached them and that broad frame, solid, steady, draped over Tim like armour. His breath caught, lips parting in a low groan as he felt Tim pressed tighter into him in an instant, hips flush so Dick felt the shape of him, hard and wanting, Jasonās weight behind his own. The sound Jason made, needy and hot, filled him with a rush so visceral it was almost dizzying.
They looked obscene, the two of them, he didnāt even know where to start, but Tim, the genius he was, solved it for him, catching Jasonās hand and pressing both their palms to his side like he belonged to the two of them now. It made Dick shiver, caught between the press of that warm palm and the soft heat of Timās mouth at his neck. Those words were like a strike of a match, igniting all that gasoline already pooled everywhere around them. Dick felt it burn up every shred of resistance inside him, every scrap of hesitation.
"Fuck," he whispered, his own eyes shutting for a second as his hand slid around Tim and Jason to find the base of Jasonās spine. His eyes opened slow, thick with haze as his other hand slid to Jasonās jaw, fingers gentle to coax him to look up.
"Jay," he murmured, voice heated, thick. "Tim just told us what he wants." His thumb brushed gently across Jasonās cheek. "What about you? What do you want?"
His breath caught on the next words, thoughts stuck on what that could mean, what it could be like to ruin Tim..
"Think we should show him what it looks like when we play nice?" His voice dropped further, low and careful as he leaned close to Jason's mouth. He felt the way the movement made Tim arch, pressing forward against him, back against Jason. He slid his hand into Jason's hair, cradling the back of his head as finally, he pulled Jason toward his mouth in an open mouthed taste that left Dick needing more. His next words pressed against Jason's lips.
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There was the ache of wonder that pooled behind his ribs, but the thought dissolved as Jason reached them and that broad frame, solid, steady, draped over Tim like armour. His breath caught, lips parting in a low groan as he felt Tim pressed tighter into him in an instant, hips flush so Dick felt the shape of him, hard and wanting, Jasonās weight behind his own. The sound Jason made, needy and hot, filled him with a rush so visceral it was almost dizzying.
They looked obscene, the two of them, he didnāt even know where to start, but Tim, the genius he was, solved it for him, catching Jasonās hand and pressing both their palms to his side like he belonged to the two of them now. It made Dick shiver, caught between the press of that warm palm and the soft heat of Timās mouth at his neck. Those words were like a strike of a match, igniting all that gasoline already pooled everywhere around them. Dick felt it burn up every shred of resistance inside him, every scrap of hesitation.
"Fuck," he whispered, his own eyes shutting for a second as his hand slid around Tim and Jason to find the base of Jasonās spine. His eyes opened slow, thick with haze as his other hand slid to Jasonās jaw, fingers gentle to coax him to look up.
"Jay," he murmured, voice heated, thick. "Tim just told us what he wants." His thumb brushed gently across Jasonās cheek. "What about you? What do you want?"
His breath caught on the next words, thoughts stuck on what that could mean, what it could be like to ruin Tim..
"Think we should show him what it looks like when we play nice?" His voice dropped further, low and careful as he leaned close to Jason's mouth. He felt the way the movement made Tim arch, pressing forward against him, back against Jason. He slid his hand into Jason's hair, cradling the back of his head as finally, he pulled Jason toward his mouth in an open mouthed taste that left Dick needing more. His next words pressed against Jason's lips.
"You wanna be good for us, Little wing?"