His breath caught in his throat when Tim's lithe frame settled so confidently on Dick's lap, Jason's mug keeping the sound quiet even as his eyes traced the unbelievably sexy sight in front of him. They fit together just as easy as breathing and Jason's gaze turned a little hungry as he watched Dick's hands settled over narrow hips.
Dick's big, gentle hands, so strong and skillful. Blue tips flashing just as much as that cocky grin....
He scalded his tongue on the overly large gulp of cocoa and he focused on the little pain to keep himself from giving himself away. His body had always been slower to react that most and for once that was a benefit as Tim leaned in for that stage whisper against Dick's ear, but even the sudden break of the previous mood did very little to stop the blush that spread over his cheeks at that suggestion.
"Timbers..." He'd meant it to be gentle reproach, a quiet plea to not make Dick uncomfortable by suggestion something like that....but then Dick's eyes darkened and the words were forgotten as he shivered under that look. He was going to make their little mastermind pay for this. Later. When he wasn't watching his own personal wet dreams kiss just out of arm's reach of him.
Someone in the room whined, low and needy...and it just might have been Jason.
Tim knew what he was doing. Being with Jason had helped wash away his shyness, gave him opportunities to be sexy without it being a mask he put on for an undercover disguise. Anytime he'd been bold, he was rewarded for it. But Jason could never have known it would lead to something like this--Tim seducing Dick and pulling his boyfriend into the mix, too. And here he was, getting another reward. It emboldened him.
A sweet sound of his own left him when their lips met, pleased and eager. That brief meeting of the lips was quickly deepened, because even Tim could get a little greedy now and then. He curled their tongues together slowly, white hot sparks of pleasure vibrating beneath his skin at the sensation. He'd spent plenty of nights imagining what it would feel like to kiss Dick. Nothing he imagined could have held a candle to the real thing. Instead of sating the simmering passion inside of Tim, it seemed to ignite it entirely.
Then he heard the whine. It would be a terrible thing to neglect Jason, wouldn't it? Tim pressed a few breathless kisses to Dick's lips before he finally leaned back. His eyes opened slowly, heated gaze locked onto where his boyfriend was sitting. They'd agreed to share Tim. They'd agreed to share Jason. Still, there was one more little thing...
"Jay, come here." His smile was positively coquettish, his voice sweet like honey. "Don't you think we should show Dickie how grateful we are for all of the love he gives us?" Then came a pout, just as playful as the glint in his gaze. "If you keep acting like that, he might think you don't want him as badly as I do. We both know that's not true." Sure, maybe there would be some retribution for his scheming later. Tim was absolutely not worried about that.
Dick had thought about kissing Tim more times than he was proud of—and too many of those times were more inappropriate than not. It’d be in the chaos, where his mind would layer on images. Sometimes, it’d be during the quiet stretches, after a long night when the road between Bludhaven and Gotham went on for far too long. Other times, he’d catch a look, hear a sharp, brilliant observation, feel the brush of fingers as they passed gear between them and wonder. Want. But it was the kind of want he buried deep and never dared act on. Tim was too important, too young, too smart for him—and then, somehow, he was here, kissing Dick like it wasn’t the first time he had imagined it either.
That first press of lips was sweet, but it deepened fast. Tim made a quiet, eager sound, pleased and hungry and the heat of it sparked down Dick’s spine. Tim’s tongue curled greedy and deliberate and sure against his, like he knew exactly what he was doing and Dick could only respond the same way. He kissed like he fought and like he loved—all in. Steady. Giving. He let Tim take his time, met him with groundedness, but gave back with the kind of care that he had always shown Tim.
He might’ve stayed locked in that moment longer even, letting it stretch out until it turned molten between them, but then a whine came from behind them, low and wanting, from a voice he knew in his bones.
Jason.
The sound of it only lit something deeper before he felt Tim pull back just enough with a few last lingering kisses. Dick nearly chased him. His fingers splayed at Tim’s jaw, keeping contact there and he turned too to catch Jason’s gaze. The weight of it hit just as hard. Dick wanted him, too. He’d felt it before, sure, but now it landed real and full-bodied and undeniable, flaring to life with the smooth, coy words falling like silk from Tim’s kiss-swollen lips. Dick looked back at Tim, at the little mastermind he was, all kissed raw like that, eyes darkly sparkling with mischief and heat like that.
Slowly, his gaze slid back to Jason, the chocolate of his eyes dark and molten and sweet like their hot cocoa. Jason was all coiled tension and quiet hunger. And Dick wanted that all.
“You gonna keep him waiting, Jay?” he said, voice rough with the heat pooling in his gut, rough with the swoop of a dive, of leaping off a skyscraper right into the unknown.
It wasn't him that had made that sound. It couldn't have been. His voice didn't do things like that. It had to have been Tim. Beautiful, devastating Tim with his sharp eyes and coy grin, foxlike and devious even as Dick's fingers curled around that sharp jaw. Kiss reddened lips pulled into an exaggerated pout, invitation dripping from his words and Jason gripped his mug tighter as someone in the room let out a soft, shuddering breath of air.
Not him, of course. It was too soft, too needy, too desperate of a sound to have ever come from him. Dick, maybe? Dick, with his warm honey eyes and hungry expression. Dick, with one arm wrapped around Tim's slim body to keep the younger man securely in place, even while the other still held his boyfriend's face. Tim's voice had been playful and flirty, but Dick's ran across his ears like sex and promise and Jason couldn't even try to deny the way his stomach was fluttering like a living thing.
They were a sight, the two of them. Two marble beauties made flesh to haunt his dreams, their bodies fitting together in a way that was sinfully perfect. There was no room over there for him. His bulk was cumbersome compared to their sleek perfection. His scars would be ugly, the worst kind of shock distraction from a moment that was as beautiful as this. He would spoil them, the picture they made....
But then Dick stopped questioning and just told and his body moved without his conscious thought. The mug was hastily set aside, the coffee table pushed a little out of place as he crossed the small space between them on his knees instead of taking the time to stand up properly first. And that sound? That bitten off groan?
That had come from him and he couldn't even try to deny it as he closed off the space against Tim's back, bowing his head to bury his face against his boyfriend's slender neck.
"You-" he cut himself off, clearing his throat a little before trying again. "You two are so fucking pretty, you know that? 's not fair."
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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Dick's big, gentle hands, so strong and skillful. Blue tips flashing just as much as that cocky grin....
He scalded his tongue on the overly large gulp of cocoa and he focused on the little pain to keep himself from giving himself away. His body had always been slower to react that most and for once that was a benefit as Tim leaned in for that stage whisper against Dick's ear, but even the sudden break of the previous mood did very little to stop the blush that spread over his cheeks at that suggestion.
"Timbers..." He'd meant it to be gentle reproach, a quiet plea to not make Dick uncomfortable by suggestion something like that....but then Dick's eyes darkened and the words were forgotten as he shivered under that look. He was going to make their little mastermind pay for this. Later. When he wasn't watching his own personal wet dreams kiss just out of arm's reach of him.
Someone in the room whined, low and needy...and it just might have been Jason.
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A sweet sound of his own left him when their lips met, pleased and eager. That brief meeting of the lips was quickly deepened, because even Tim could get a little greedy now and then. He curled their tongues together slowly, white hot sparks of pleasure vibrating beneath his skin at the sensation. He'd spent plenty of nights imagining what it would feel like to kiss Dick. Nothing he imagined could have held a candle to the real thing. Instead of sating the simmering passion inside of Tim, it seemed to ignite it entirely.
Then he heard the whine. It would be a terrible thing to neglect Jason, wouldn't it? Tim pressed a few breathless kisses to Dick's lips before he finally leaned back. His eyes opened slowly, heated gaze locked onto where his boyfriend was sitting. They'd agreed to share Tim. They'd agreed to share Jason. Still, there was one more little thing...
"Jay, come here." His smile was positively coquettish, his voice sweet like honey. "Don't you think we should show Dickie how grateful we are for all of the love he gives us?" Then came a pout, just as playful as the glint in his gaze. "If you keep acting like that, he might think you don't want him as badly as I do. We both know that's not true." Sure, maybe there would be some retribution for his scheming later. Tim was absolutely not worried about that.
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That first press of lips was sweet, but it deepened fast. Tim made a quiet, eager sound, pleased and hungry and the heat of it sparked down Dick’s spine. Tim’s tongue curled greedy and deliberate and sure against his, like he knew exactly what he was doing and Dick could only respond the same way. He kissed like he fought and like he loved—all in. Steady. Giving. He let Tim take his time, met him with groundedness, but gave back with the kind of care that he had always shown Tim.
He might’ve stayed locked in that moment longer even, letting it stretch out until it turned molten between them, but then a whine came from behind them, low and wanting, from a voice he knew in his bones.
Jason.
The sound of it only lit something deeper before he felt Tim pull back just enough with a few last lingering kisses. Dick nearly chased him. His fingers splayed at Tim’s jaw, keeping contact there and he turned too to catch Jason’s gaze. The weight of it hit just as hard. Dick wanted him, too. He’d felt it before, sure, but now it landed real and full-bodied and undeniable, flaring to life with the smooth, coy words falling like silk from Tim’s kiss-swollen lips. Dick looked back at Tim, at the little mastermind he was, all kissed raw like that, eyes darkly sparkling with mischief and heat like that.
Slowly, his gaze slid back to Jason, the chocolate of his eyes dark and molten and sweet like their hot cocoa. Jason was all coiled tension and quiet hunger. And Dick wanted that all.
“You gonna keep him waiting, Jay?” he said, voice rough with the heat pooling in his gut, rough with the swoop of a dive, of leaping off a skyscraper right into the unknown.
“Come show me.”
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Not him, of course. It was too soft, too needy, too desperate of a sound to have ever come from him. Dick, maybe? Dick, with his warm honey eyes and hungry expression. Dick, with one arm wrapped around Tim's slim body to keep the younger man securely in place, even while the other still held his boyfriend's face. Tim's voice had been playful and flirty, but Dick's ran across his ears like sex and promise and Jason couldn't even try to deny the way his stomach was fluttering like a living thing.
They were a sight, the two of them. Two marble beauties made flesh to haunt his dreams, their bodies fitting together in a way that was sinfully perfect. There was no room over there for him. His bulk was cumbersome compared to their sleek perfection. His scars would be ugly, the worst kind of shock distraction from a moment that was as beautiful as this. He would spoil them, the picture they made....
But then Dick stopped questioning and just told and his body moved without his conscious thought. The mug was hastily set aside, the coffee table pushed a little out of place as he crossed the small space between them on his knees instead of taking the time to stand up properly first. And that sound? That bitten off groan?
That had come from him and he couldn't even try to deny it as he closed off the space against Tim's back, bowing his head to bury his face against his boyfriend's slender neck.
"You-" he cut himself off, clearing his throat a little before trying again. "You two are so fucking pretty, you know that? 's not fair."
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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.