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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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.