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.
His voice had been low, and he hadn’t meant it as a command—not exactly, but Jason—fuck—Jason 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 that… 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, Jason’s 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 didn’t even know where to start, but Tim, the genius he was, solved it for him, catching Jason’s 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 Tim’s 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 Jason’s spine. His eyes opened slow, thick with haze as his other hand slid to Jason’s 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 Jason’s 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.
Consent was important. Probably the most important to Jason, in all honesty. It was why he occasionally dropped so hard after a chase scene with Tim because he had consent and Tim wouldn't hesitate to break his nose to get out of a hold....but they didn't exactly talk about that consent in the moment. With Tim pressed against a wall, Jason's gloved fingers in his mouth to keep his sounds to a minimum as Jason fucked him hard enough to leave brick scrapes on unprotected body parts, there wasn't a whole lot of time for communication.
But even so, it wasn't just the consent issue that caused him to jerk into motion. It was simply Dick. He loved his boyfriend, but he'd loved his brother from almost the word 'go'. Even in the beginning, when Dick couldn't stand him, he'd watched the former Robin every chance he could. Learned from him, well before Dick started to actually train him. Dick could tell him to go lay down in front of Joker and expose his belly to the madman and there was a non-zero chance that Jason would listen.
Tim's touch to pull his hand forward earned a sharp inhale of breath, but then his palm was curving around the warmth of Dick's side and Jason buried his face in against the younger man's neck as he shivered. "Fuck, Princess...the filth that comes out of that pretty little mouth..." His voice was ragged and low, just for Tim as he pressed himself in closer so that his boyfriend could feel the heaviness of his body. Which did mean that Tim would be able to feel the little jerk that ran through him when Dick's hand slid around his back. He looked up, lower lip caught between his teeth, his eyes focusing on the eldest of them before he was being kissed.
The world around them fell away. There was nothing but Tim and Dick and hands and lips and...he whined when Dick pulled away, his teeth clicking on nothing as he threatened to bite that plush lower lip.
So it seemed Jason and Dick could get along, judging by the way that they kissed. Tim didn't really get to watch, being trapped between the two, but it didn't take his genius intellect to figure out what they were up to. He let his eyes flutter shut and focused on the huskiness of their voices as they spoke. It took every ounce of self control that he had not to squirm between their two bodies impatiently, but logic told him there was no need to rush. The satisfaction would be greater if they didn't, actually.
It was already warm, being trapped between two bodies. But Jason's question set fire to the very blood that ran through his veins, because Tim knew exactly why he asked. Their shared little secret of just how much he liked getting rimmed, to the point that he'd meticulously wash himself when he knew they were likely to get intimate. Just on the chance that Jason might be in the mood to indulge him. And tonight was no exception to that. Tim's fingers trembled where they gripped at Dick's t-shirt. "I was extremely thorough. Why? Were you thinking about eating me out?" There was faux innocence to his tone, like there wasn't a wicked smirk curled onto his lips.
"Maybe Dick will let me blow him while you do..." Tim gave Dick a sweet little nuzzle against the skin he had been kissing then pulled back so he could look up into the first Robin's eyes. "...if I promised to be good and swallow?" He'd never quite mastered the puppy dog eyes that Dick had a talent for, but there was genuine hope shining through regardless. "But we can't neglect Jay. Do you think you'd be able to go more than once, Dickie? You'll probably need to fuck him for him to be really satisfied. Otherwise it would be really selfish of me to insist you come in my mouth." Tim made a show of sulking at the idea of being denied, only just fighting off the urge to smile again. If he weren't so busy pulling the strings he'd pat himself on the back for doing such a good job of it.
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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.
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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, Jason’s 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 didn’t even know where to start, but Tim, the genius he was, solved it for him, catching Jason’s 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 Tim’s 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 Jason’s spine. His eyes opened slow, thick with haze as his other hand slid to Jason’s 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 Jason’s 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?"
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But even so, it wasn't just the consent issue that caused him to jerk into motion. It was simply Dick. He loved his boyfriend, but he'd loved his brother from almost the word 'go'. Even in the beginning, when Dick couldn't stand him, he'd watched the former Robin every chance he could. Learned from him, well before Dick started to actually train him. Dick could tell him to go lay down in front of Joker and expose his belly to the madman and there was a non-zero chance that Jason would listen.
Tim's touch to pull his hand forward earned a sharp inhale of breath, but then his palm was curving around the warmth of Dick's side and Jason buried his face in against the younger man's neck as he shivered. "Fuck, Princess...the filth that comes out of that pretty little mouth..." His voice was ragged and low, just for Tim as he pressed himself in closer so that his boyfriend could feel the heaviness of his body. Which did mean that Tim would be able to feel the little jerk that ran through him when Dick's hand slid around his back. He looked up, lower lip caught between his teeth, his eyes focusing on the eldest of them before he was being kissed.
The world around them fell away. There was nothing but Tim and Dick and hands and lips and...he whined when Dick pulled away, his teeth clicking on nothing as he threatened to bite that plush lower lip.
"Baby, just how thorough was that shower, hmm?"
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It was already warm, being trapped between two bodies. But Jason's question set fire to the very blood that ran through his veins, because Tim knew exactly why he asked. Their shared little secret of just how much he liked getting rimmed, to the point that he'd meticulously wash himself when he knew they were likely to get intimate. Just on the chance that Jason might be in the mood to indulge him. And tonight was no exception to that. Tim's fingers trembled where they gripped at Dick's t-shirt. "I was extremely thorough. Why? Were you thinking about eating me out?" There was faux innocence to his tone, like there wasn't a wicked smirk curled onto his lips.
"Maybe Dick will let me blow him while you do..." Tim gave Dick a sweet little nuzzle against the skin he had been kissing then pulled back so he could look up into the first Robin's eyes. "...if I promised to be good and swallow?" He'd never quite mastered the puppy dog eyes that Dick had a talent for, but there was genuine hope shining through regardless. "But we can't neglect Jay. Do you think you'd be able to go more than once, Dickie? You'll probably need to fuck him for him to be really satisfied. Otherwise it would be really selfish of me to insist you come in my mouth." Tim made a show of sulking at the idea of being denied, only just fighting off the urge to smile again. If he weren't so busy pulling the strings he'd pat himself on the back for doing such a good job of it.