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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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.