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The moment Dick came to the realisation that he had become a boring adult was when he realised that spending more than a week with Titans, away from Earth, had somehow became more of a chore than a well-deserved get away from his problems.
Don't get him wrong, he loved his best friends with all his heart, and a week long mission in space with them was always nice. But after that week... things just got a little tense sometimes. After a while, Wally would get so antsy about being away from Iris and Jai for so long, they had to set up a running board that was powering the ship with electricity instead of the other way around, otherwise they would be stranded when the battery of the ship eventually died. Kori was constantly on her phone, checking if there were any updates from Roy who had to stay behind with Lian. And with so much nervous energy all around, Raven was also more easily irritated, even if Gar tried to his best to keep her grounded.
Usually Dick was the one to balance them out. But now that he had someone waiting for him at home, it was a bit different. Sure, he was texting everyone at home, and he was talking to Tim more than they ever had before, which was a nice change. But now Dick found himself a bit more easily irritated, his iron grip over his emotions slipping enough that he was worried his anger issues might just flare up.
He was used to being pent up sexually on a mission. It was just part of life and he wasn't some animal who couldn't go for a while without sex. But they've been off world for over three weeks now, having been caught in an asteroid's magnetic field on the way there and then having to placate the aliens they wronged by being late. And while Tim had been sweet enough to offer phone sex, that just wasn't the same. It wasn't like he would be putting himself into Dick' hands so completely, following his orders to a T so Dick would be able to take care of him and then looking up at him with so much trust and love and... Dick's leg bounced under the table. He ran his hand through his hair. He wanted to be home and wrap himself around Tim.
It was like an unspoken prayer being answered when his phone started vibrating on the table in front of him, giving him an excuse to leave the common room and lock himself in his. He threw himself into the small armchair that stood by the desk they managed to fit into his cabin, before answering the call.
"Hi baby, what's up?" He tried to keep his voice light to mask just how irritated he was by the whole situation. Tim didn't do anything wrong, the last thing Dick needed was him stopping his calls because Dick snapped at him.
"Yah, it's not him," distinctly not his boyfriend said and Dick couldn't help but sigh. He couldn't even have a few minutes of respite by talking to his boyfriend.
"Jason, what can I do for you?" he asked, doing his very best to keep his voice in check. He was not gonna snap at his brother. It was incredibly rare that Jason called, Dick was not gonna discourage him from doing it again by loosing his cool. And Jason usually called for a reason, and especially now that he was using Tim's phone...
"So, the thing is, the Replacement and I had a nice little run-in with Ivy earlier tonight and she decided to bring out the good stuff, if you catch what I'm laying down here..." he said and Dick could just imagine him pacing back and forth from the stress present in his voice.
It was enough to snap Dick back into a mission mindset. Ivy's pollens were never a joke, and if Jason was this stressed about it...
"Sexpollen?" He hoped Jason would say no. He needed Jason to say no for the sake of his sanity.
"Yeah... We already took the antidote, but this is a new strain so it's not a thousand percent effective just yet. B stuck us in a guest bedroom for a quarantine. We're already done with decontam," Jason answered. Dick nodded to himself. B sticking them in a guest bedroom instead of the medbay was unorthodox at best, but if it was a new strain of sex pollen and the usual antidote was only so many percent affective, he wouldn't want to see things that they wouldn't want him to. Especially with Damian around.
"That's good, I guess. Tim keeps a copy of his consent form for issues like this in the red file in his locker, but I'm pretty sure that B has a copy on the computer..." he started. He couldn't think of any other reason for why Jason would be calling other than Tim wasn't in the right mindset and they needed to locate who he had consented to being left with in instances like this.
"Yeah, we know that. I know he had consented to being with me. That's not the problem. It's that he looks like he's about a minute away from bursting into tears," he said. He sounded unsure and off-put, which wasn't something Dick was used to hearing from Jason.
He was just about to say something calming when the younger man spoke again.
"Look, I don't really know what is going on between you two, but it'd be nice if you could do something about this. I can help with sex and cuddles, but I don't know how to help with this..." he said, and Dick could faintly hear the mattress creek as he sat down.
Dick contemplated it for a long moment. He couldn't tell what was going on like this. Tim had never gone completely non-verbal with him, even when he fully let himself go. But there's a good chance he just didn't want to talk because he thought it would be easier to just bottle it up until the pollen was out of his system. That would also be up his alley, but to tell, Dick would need to see his face.
"Can you facetime me instead of just a call?"
The call disconnected without Jason saying anything else, but the facetime request started right after. Dick barely had time to take in Jason on the screen before it was turned away from him and towards Tim. The young man had pressed himself between the bed and the nightstand and was curled into a ball. The sweater on his shoulders was wet from where his hair was still damp from the shower in decontamination, and Dick could easily recognise the clothing as his own.
"Hi baby, I heard you're having a rough time," he said. The screen trembled as Jason trusted the phone forward, getting a hateful look from Tim as an answer. But the young man took the phone and that was good enough.
"Jason's just overreacting, I'm fine," he said, but the way he almost turned to hide his face in the mattress was very similar to how he would hide whenever Dick asked if he deserved something at the start of their relationship. It broke Dick's heart then and it broke it now.
"Sorry, but I gotta agree with Jay. You don't look fine to me, love, so how about you tell me the truth," he asked. He leaned back in the seat and arranged his phone so it leaned against the water bottle. He had a feeling this was not going to be solved in two minutes.
Tim sighed and did turn his face towards the mattress this time, leaning his forehead against it. Dick longed to reach forward, run his fingers through those damp strands and pull him into a hug.
"I am fine, though. It's just that the pollen is kind of messing with my head."
"Are you hallucinating? If you're having side effects we need to..." Jason spoke somewhere in the background, causing Tim to move deeper into the little corner.
"Not like that," he said.
"Then what the fuck, Tim? I can't fucking help if you don't talk to me! And I'm not gonna be responsible for your death if you suddenly combust into fucking roses or some shit because you didn't speak up!" Jason shouted and Dick could see how the mattress moved by Tim's head a bit, indicating that the man had thrown himself down onto it in exasperation.
Tim's ears and neck had turned bright red very quickly and Dick would bet his everything that his entire face was covered by that lovely colour as well.
"I told you it's fine. It's not like that..." he said, his voice getting quieter which each word. And that's what caused Dick to finally understand.
"Oh." Tim huddled deeper into his sweater. Dick smiled. "Oh, sweetheart." He couldn't help the way his voice dropped immediately. The heat flooding his belly couldn't have come from any more inopportune time. He had to stay calm and level-headed. But the feeling that he wasn't the only one missing this aspect of their sex-life was... strangely good to know.
"This is why I'm saying it's fine. I'll get over it," Tim said, lifting his head from the mattress just enough to try to give them a reassuring smile.
"So you're just gonna bottle it up until it explodes," Dick said with a decisive nod of his head. "Even if we're right here to help."
Tim's beautiful face contorted in a frown.
"You're not exactly here, are you? It's still a few days until you're back on Earth," he snarled. Dick let a satisfied smile creep onto his face. Thus far, in the three weeks he had been gone, Tim had never once expressed any frustration over the situation. He listened to Dick bitch and moan about it for days but never showed that he would be affected by it at all. It may be a bit toxic from Dick, but it was nice to see that his boyfriend was also feeling the distance.
"That's true. But Jason's right there. And even if you don't wanna have sex with him, he could still just hold you. But if you guys do decide to go all the way to help the pollen get out of your system faster, I don't think he would use it against you," he explained. It might be weird for him to encourage his boyfriend having sex with someone else but their lives were weird like that. Fact one, he was still at least three days away from Earth. Fact two, Ivy's pollens did less damage if you went along with it. If they decided to just celibate, it could increase the psychological repercussions by intensifying feelings of loneliness and abandonment, which could lead to an individual taking drastic measures against themselves if ignored. Fact three, Dick would rather have all of them informed what was going on and coming to a solution that was the least bad option than to go home to Tim being a wreck on both a mental and emotional level.
"Jason didn't sign up for this," Tim whispered, glaring harshly at his hand in his lap.
"I'm pretty sure I fucking did. There's a reason you're on my consent form, Replacement." The words were spoken harshly but Dick knew how to read into the truth behind them. Jason was worried and didn't know how to help. So he was trying to verbally punch the problem.
Tim shook his head.
"Not like this."
"Then loop me in! You don't know what I'm willing to do if I can't fucking tell what's going on!"
"Timmy here is a pretty little sub and it's been too long since we've got to play. Now there are too many things in his head and he can't let go enough for them to quiet down." The silence on the other end was enough to tell Dick that Jason was shocked by the information. Before Tim would have time to react, Dick continued: "There's nothing wrong with being overwhelmed by this. I'm fucking overwhelmed, and I didn't get dosed by Ivy. And I'm sorry for being so blunt about this and saying them without permission, but I'm not gonna watch you destroy yourself when Jason's there to help you. When I'm here to help you."
Tim wasn't looking at him, so Dick couldn't tell if he even paid attention to him. They were all quiet for a moment, so Dick could clearly hear Jason speak up:
" You're right, I didn't sign up for this. Might sound hypocritical, but I ain't hitting you or some shit."
Tim groaned, his face flaming up again. He looked at Dick through the screen.
"You fix this," he said and held the phone back towards Jason.
Jason was sitting up, white muscle shirt somewhat tight around his pecks, gray sweatpants not doing a very good job of hiding his boner. Dick could be sympathetic to that. He had been on the receiving end of Ivy's sex pollen before, he knew how uncomfortable those hard ons could be.
"It's not like that. It's more about... control. I like being in control. I like to tell my partner they are going a good job and how pretty they are while they follow my orders. This allows Tim to just let things go for a while because he knows that I'll take care of them and him. Sure, there can be punishments if he doesn't comply, but those don't involve hitting or any other violence. This is not about that." His voice left no place for any misunderstanding.
Jason studied him over the screen before looking off to the side to watch Tim for a long moment. Dick wasn't sure what he was looking for but he waited for the man to come to whatever conclusion he was about to reach. Then he eventually nodded.
"Okay."
That was not what Dick expected.
"Okay what?"
Jason rolled his eyes.
"Okay, I can get behind this. I'm still not willing to do any of this punishment shit, but I'm willing to do whatever this is."
Dick honestly didn't know what to say about that. He definitely did not expect Jason to understand their dynamic this quickly, much less for him to be willing to try it. He honestly though he would choose the blue balls instead of getting involved.
"No, you don't understand!" Tim's voice came from somewhere on the background. Dick couldn't have missed the way it wavered if he wanted to. "You can't consent to this now, you are not of sound mind. It's just the drugs..."
"I think the fact that we are arguing about this proves just how aware I am of our fucking situation," Jason snapped back before all but throwing the phone back towards Tim.
The younger man caught it, but didn't look at the screen until Dick called out to him.
"Tim, nothing has to happen if you're not comfortable with Jason."
Tim once again turned his face to the mattress.
"It's not that, it's just... there are too many way this could go wrong and I..." he bit his lips once again, and Dick could imagine the way the gears were turning in Tim's head way too fast for even himself to comprehend.
"Alright. I'm gonna give you a scenario, and you're gonna give me a color, okay?" he said. He gripped the desk so he wouldn't tear his hair out in frustration. If this fucking space ship could've had the decency to be on schedule, he could've been back home two weeks ago and he would be now caring for Tim who would just be smiling so sweetly from under him. But no, now his boyfriend was dosed with sex pollen and was making a wonderful exhibit of how that could shit could increase paranoia and fear as well if not treated right.
"Okay."
"Good boy." It came naturally to say that, and the way Tim exhaled in response was just a confirmation that this was needed. "If the pollen did not mess with your head like this, would you feel comfortable with Jay taking care of you?"
"Green." That was an easy question, Jason was on Tim's consent form for a reason, but Dick had to establish that Tim was still feeling that was in that moment.
"Good. Is it Jason's mental state that you're actually worried about? How he would react?"
This time it took a second longer for Tim to answer.
"Green."
Dick could hear Jason sigh in the background, but he chose to ignore him.
"If I stayed on the phone to watch over both of you and to lead you through this, would you be comfortable with him helping you?"
This time, Tim did pull away from the mattress, but Dick could tell that he was watching his hand holding the phone instead of him on the screen.
"Green."
Dick gave him a soft smile.
"Thank you for being honest, baby, you're doing so well. Would you like an order?"
This time, Tim didn't even answer verbally, he just nodded his head, but that was enough for Dick for now.
"Then get out from that space. I want you on your knees beside Jason's legs on the floor. And give him the phone back." The picture blurred so Dick couldn't see Tim climbing out of the space before Jason's face came into view once again. "Here's what's happening. As you heard, we're using the traffic light system. Green mean you're good to go. Say yellow, we pause and discuss. If you say red, everything stops immediately. I give Tim instructions, but if you want something, speak up and I'm sure he'll listen because he's a good boy like that. I trust him to use the system, and you need to use it too, understood? "
Jason nodded with a serious look.
"Understood."
Dick nodded back.
"Good. Now, can you please put the phone somewhere where I can see the both of you?" he asked. Jason looked around for a moment before reaching out. He stretched along the bed before propping the phone up on the nightstand. From there, Dick could see Tim sitting by Jason's knee. " Oh, baby, look at you. Sitting there just like I asked."
Tim flushed sweetly at this tone, drawing a smile from Dick and he would swear that he also saw Jason's lips twitch. He said a silent thank you to the Batman upgraded cameras in their phones, he could see the smallest movements. And he was about to use this feature to the fullest extent.
"Now that we're all on the same page. Tim, get between Jason's legs. Stay on your knees."
Tim turned his head up a bit to look at Jason, checking him for any sign of him being uncomfortable, but Jason just manspread even further. Normally, Tim and Dick would both snort at the audacity, but the movement caused the sweatpants to stretch, highlighting his sizeable erection. Tim's eyes fluttered down to it and Dick saw how his lips parted a bit before the young man forced himself to look at Jason's face again as he moved between Jason's legs. He crossed his wrists behind his back like he would during their normal plays. Dick took it as a good sign that his hands were rather lax, not clenched into fists.
"That's it, baby. So good for us. Jay, can you wrap your legs around him?" He didn't dare to use direct orders with him yet, but if this went well, he might just have to switch to them. Jason followed through, crossing his ankles behind Tim, his knees boxing in the youngest's shoulders.
"What's up, Timmers?" Jason asked and ran his fingers into Tim's hair. Dick couldn't tell if he had pulled on the strands or if Tim just leaned into the touch, but Tim leaned his head back, then to the side until he was laying against Jason's thigh. He didn't answer Jason, but he breathed a soft laugh, his shoulders relaxing in Jason's hold.
"Jason, put a finger or two into his mouth," Dick said. Jason's breath audibly hitched. Dick turned to Tim. "Sweetheart, if you want out, knock twice on the floor. Right now, knock once if you understood."
Tim moved his head so he was leaning against Jason's leg more comfortably and moved a hand from behind him to knock once before crossing them once again. Then he let his mouth drop open as he waited. Jason's cock twitched in his pants. He swore softly as he let his pointer and middle finger rest against Tim's lips.
"God, you're so amazing. Doing exactly what I asked you to. But you always feel better with something in your mouth, don't you, baby? Why don't you show Jason how? " he asked, using his fingers to zoom in on Tim's face as he pushed his tongue out. He licked over the pads of Jason's fingers before leaning forward just enough to take them into his mouth. He sucked on them lightly before taking them in even deeper.
"Fucking hell, Tim," Jason whispered more to himself than to them but Dick couldn't help but smile. His cock was twitching in his pants but he was determined to ignore it. The pair needed his full attention for now. Still, he had to bite his lip not to moan as Jason started slowly fucking Tim's mouth with his fingers. Tim seemed to melt into it and he obviously wanted to move closer, but struggled to keep his hands behind his back. What a good boy.
"You can move your arms, Tim." As Dick said the magic words, Tim's arm came up to cling to the sweatpants on Jason's thighs. The extra touch caused Jason's thighs to twitch around Tim.
Jason tried to move his hips further away from Tim. He kept his fingers in Tim's mouth but his other hand came to his own crotch.
"Sorry, gotta adjust," he laughed, but there was no helping the blush from the embarrassment. It was a lovely colour on him.
"Baby, would you like to suck Jason's cock? Knock once for yes, twice for no," Dick called out and he was not at all surprised by how quickly the answering single knock came. He himself took advantage of Tim's oral fixation often enough, he wasn't about to blame him for wanting it when he was already running on a high from the pollen. Dick saw Jason's eyes widen in awe, but he made no move. "Well, you heard him."
"You guys are killing me," Jason said, before undoing the knot holding his sweatpants together and let his cock spring out. He pushed the material down until it was under his balls. Tim moaned at the sight. As far as Dick could tell from the screen only, Jason was even bigger than him.
Jason pulled his fingers out of Tim's mouth and wrapped his hand around himself. His dry hand tangled into Tim's hair once again as he slowly jacked himself.
"You sure about this?" he asked, his tone soft and sweet even though he was already guiding the head towards Tim's lips.
Tim glanced towards the phone and waited for Dick to react. When Dick nodded to encourage him, Tim leaned forwards and licked over the head. He kept the eye-contact with screen as he swirled his tongue around it.
Dick had long been aware of the fact that Tim was a tease. He liked to feel wanted, he like winding Dick up just enough for him to take him like there would be no tomorrow. But this was a very clear show for him and it was driving Dick crazy. He gave his hard cock a squeeze before moving his hands back to the table. It wasn't time for him to pleasure himself, no matter how hard Jason's moan made it.
Tim moved until he could bring up a hand to wrap around the base of Jason's cock then took the head into his mouth and sucked. Jason threw his head back, his hold on Tim's hair tightened. Tim bobbed his head a few times before pulling away just to lick over the underside of it from the root the the tip. He pressed open mouthed kisses downwards before tracing a vein up once again. His eyes met Dick's over the screen once again before he closed his eyes just as he went to take as much of the length into his mouth as he could.
It was only luck that Dick's moan was drowned out as Jason spoke: "If you keep going like this, I'm not gonna last."
"That's okay. Nothing says you can't go another round." Dick forced himself to keep his voice light and cheerful to not give away how turned on he actually was. He watched as Tim kept on bobbing his head before letting go the root of Jason's cock and taking in his whole length. Jason all but shouted, trying to pull Tim's head impossibly closer. Tim pulled away a bit to breathe before going back down again. Jason's mouth fell open around a silent scream as he leaned over Tim a bit.
Dick lifted a hand to bite into it so he could stay silent.
Tim stayed down for another moment pushing away from Jason, completely pulling off his cock. Jason's hand stayed in his hair so he was forced to look up at Jason as he swallowed and Dick could see a last rope of cum shoot from Jason's cock to land between them. He was sure that if he held the desk any tighter and longer, he was gonna break it.
Without any warning or question, Jason grabbed Tim's head with both hands to pull him upwards as he leaned down and smashed their lips together. Tim whined into it, grabbing Jason's wrists as he tried to keep up. Jason didn't waste any time pushing his tongue into Tim's mouth, licking his own taste back out. When they separated, a thin streak of saliva connected them before Tim himself surged forward to kiss him again. Tim's hands slid from Jason's wrists to his shoulders so he could cling to him and use him as a leverage to pull himself upwards. And once he got with the program, Jason's hands were immediately reaching down, grabbing onto the junction of Tim's ass and thighs to lift him into his lap. Tim moaned into the kiss when Jason pulled him close enough that his still clothed, hard cock brushed against his stomach, his arms tightening around the man even more.
Dick let go of the table, not wanting to have to explain why he broke it.
"Take off your shirt," he ordered, not even trying to keep his voice unaffected. He was harder than ever, and he was most likely gonna shoot off without ever touching himself if they kept this up.
Tim immediately pulled away from Jason's lip when he heard his voice, but Jason started trailing kisses down his jaw and neck.
"Who... Which one..." Tim tried to ask, but he broke off with groan when Jason grabbed onto his ass and pulled his hips forward, making him grind against him.
But knowing that Tim was still listening for and to him even now filled Dick's chest with warmth.
"Thank you for asking, baby. The both of you," he said. He fidgeted a bit on the chair, trying to cover up how he had to readjust himself in his pants as Tim kept watching the screen before nodding. He pushed Jason back just enough to have room to pull the sweater over his head before letting it fall to the floor. Then Jason was right back at mouthing at his collarbone, so it was up to Tim to pull his shirt off him too. But when he finally did it, he pressed himself flush against the man, bringing him into another open mouthed kiss.
Now, Dick has always adored Tim's stature. He was just on the shorter side of an average height and despite all the years of hard training and even harder crime fighting, he was still rather slim. Tim was endlessly annoyed by both of these qualities, but Dick loved that he could wrap him up in a hug and feel like a shield around him or that he could lean over him during sex and press him down. It made his mouth dry with need just thinking about it.
But looking at him with Jason was a whole different experience. While he himself was taller than Tim, he was still in the average height spectrum. Jason, on the other hand, was over six feet and had his own weight category just from the sheer muscle mass. Tim almost literally could disappear in his embrace, those big hand roaming his back before going right back to his ass covering a big portion of skin. And while Dick objectively knew that Tim could easily fight himself out of that embrace, the fact that Jason could just grab Tim and move him any way he pleased made his cock twitch. Tim already liked it when Dick manhandled him, he would be over the moon to have Jason throw him around.
And judging by the soft moans Tim was letting out, he was already enjoying it.
"Do you guys have lube?" Dick asked, trying to keep his voice low so he wouldn't break the atmosphere they built.
Jason pulled away from Tim's lips with a dazed look in his eyes as he scanned the bed around them. He used one arm around Tim's waist to keep him pressed tightly against himself while he reached towards the pillows with the other. He showed the unopened bottle to the camera.
"Good," Dick nodded. "Baby, I want your pants off."
Tim turned to look at the camera, taking a moment to comprehend what had been said. The way he was clinging to Jason's shoulders and the unguarded, trustful look he was giving Dick showed just how far gone he was. Dick really, really wanted to be there and wrap himself around him. But alas, he was lightyears away and he couldn't even make the ship go any faster.
"Don't make me ask again," he added when Tim still didn't move.
That had been enough to spur Tim into action as he shuffled off Jason's lap to push his sweatpants off. He didn't sit immediately back onto Jason's lap instead turning to the phone for further instructions.
" Good boy," Dick crooned. "Now let Jason make you feel good," he said, running his eyes over Tim's form. There was a nasty bruise on the right side of his ribs, but from the way it was fading Dick could tell it was a few days old already. They were going to have words about him not telling Dick about that, but for now, Dick chose to focus on the way Tim's cock was already dripping with pre-cum as he he took one of Jason's thighs between his own and settled down again.
Jason was looking at him like he was one if the seven wonders of the world, and honestly, Dick could relate.
"Fuck," he breathed before glancing towards the camera from the corner of his eyes. "What do I...? Just a hand job or should I...?"
Dick hummed just to make a show of thinking about it.
"Well, you guys can end this quickly with a hand job if that's what you want but I think Tim would enjoy having something in him. Baby, say yellow if you just want Jay to give you a hand. Say green if you want him to fuck you. Red if you wanna stop now."
Tim immediately blushed bright red, the colour running from his hairline to his chest and Dick desperately wanted to press his lips to his breast bone to feel the heat of it. Tim's own eyes fell to Jason's chest, tracing a scar.
"Green," he said. His voice was soft but steady which eased the nerves Dick didn't even realise he was having.
"Thank you for answering honestly, sweetheart," he said before lifting his eyes to Jason who was still watching his boyfriend with all the awe in the universe. "Jay, say yellow if you'd prefer just Tim getting off with your hand. Say green if you'd like to fuck him. But if you want, you can say red and this all ends now. There's no shame in that. "
Jason stayed silent for a long moment, his gaze roaming Tim's face for some sign. Tim, for his part just gave him a small smile, but kept his hands resting on his own thighs to avoid touching Jason more than where he was sitting in his lap. But then Jason's hand slid onto his thigh, gently pressing into the muscle.
"Green," he said to Dick, then met Tim's gaze head on. "I'd like to fuck you."
As an answer, Tim just smashed their lips together. His arms slipped around Jason's neck to pull him close. His hips made an aborted motion to hump against Jason's thigh before stilling again. That absolutely wouldn't do.
"Jay, start with one or two fingers to make sure nothing hurts. Baby, make yourself feel good, but don't use your hands and don't make yourself cum yet," he ordered and that was enough to get Tim moving a bit. He thrusted against Jason's thigh slowly, the head of his cock leaving a wet mark on the gray sweatpants Jason was still wearing.
Meanwhile Jason uncapped the bottle of lube and coated his fingers on one hand. The other went up to Tim's face and pushed his hair behind his ear.
"Tell me if anything hurts." He phrased it like an order, but the way he said it was so soft Dick almost melted and he wasn't even the one spoken to. He always knew Jason was a romantic at heart, despite the layers of darkness and violence he wrapped himself into like an armor. Seeing him so sweet with Tim made him glad that even if he couldn't be there for him, his boyfriend was in good hands.
Tim nodded.
"Okay," he answered, but the end turned into a moan as Jason pushed a finger in. He threw his head back as the finger went deeper, his hips stuttering as he wasn't sure if he wanted to push back onto it or pull away. Jason pressed his lips onto his neck and kissed all the way to his jaw where he playfully nipped at it, not enough for it to leave a mark, but strong enough to make Tim pay attention.
"This good?" he whispered, teal eyes roaming the younger's face for any sign of pain. Not that he needed to if the noises Tim let out were any indication.
"Yeah..." Tim sighed, pushing back onto the finger. Jason met his movement with a thrust of his finger before gently pushing in another one. He kept his thrusts gentle, mostly leaving Tim to do as he pleased. Tim rocked back onto them, before pushing forward, rubbing his hard cock against Jason's thigh. And while Dick was aware that there was a large amount of people in the caped community who would give an arm and leg to put a hand on his ass, he also knew that just as many people would sacrifice just as much for a chance to be in Tim's current position and ride Jason's thighs. Looking at them now, Dick also wouldn't mind grabbing a hold of them. But he would also take Jason's place, just to have Tim back in his arms.
But for now, he settled just for keeping an eye on them.
Tim's head fell forward when Jason pushed a third finger in, a long moan leaving those beautiful lips when the fingers pressed into his prostate. His hips stuttered, his hand slipping from Jason's shoulder to his upper arm as he tried to keep himself in check.
"Don't come yet, beautiful," Dick crooned, then held back a smile as Tim shivered at the sound of his voice. Jason free hand followed the goosebumps up Tim's spine, his palm spanning well over Tim's shoulderblade. "Check in?"
"Green." Tim's answer was more of a sigh than anything. He was melting into Jason's embrace, even with the rigid way he now tried to keep his cock from touching Jason's thigh below him.
"Jay?"
"So fucking green, it's not even funny," the man groaned. He pulled his fingers out of Tim and wiped his hand on his pants before squeezing his own cock through the material. He pressed his forehead against Tim's shoulder.
Dick leaned back.
"Then by all means, take good care of him," he said and it was like a switch had been flipped. Jason's arms wound around Tim tightly as he lifted him up, out of his lap just so then he could gently lay him down on the bed.
"Fuck," Tim breathed softly. From the way his cock leaked even more now, he enjoyed being manhandled by Jason just as much as Dick thought he would. His legs fell apart, waiting as Jason scrambled out his sweatpants and settled between them.
Jason was already fully hard again, his eyes roaming over Tim as he slicked himself up with lube.
"Fuck, you're gorgeous," he said, ducking his head to press his lips over Tim's chest. It was a fairly soft gesture, as his lips grazed the scar Dick was sure Jason himself put on Tim.
"Jay..." Tim called, his fingers tangling with the soft curls of Jason's hair. He let himself be moved until his thighs were found tightly around Jason's waist, the head of the man's cock nudging his entrance.
Jason paused to look Tim in the eyes.
"Are you sure about this?" he asked, and Dick had to strain to hear it.
However, Tim's answering smile was clear as day.
"Yeah."
Dick could a thousand percent understand the awestruck look on Jason's eyes as he looked down at Tim. There was a reason he himself liked to be with Tim like this. Sure, having control over someone could be a heady feeling. But what brought on the actual fulfillment of the play was the soft, unbound trust that Tim radiated throughout. Normally, that genius brain was running miles in nanoseconds, not trusting anything to be a complete solution. For him to just lay down and be so sure that he was safe with Dick and that Dick was gonna make him feel good and take good care of him was like experiencing a supernova in his own body.
Jason pushed in slowly, hiding his face in Tim's shoulder once again. Dick wasn't about to hold it against him that he got overwhelmed by the emotion. He kept his movements slow, but he didn't wait before pulling back out once again, then thrusting in.
Tim sighed at the feeling of being filled and threw his head back. His fingers momentarily tightened in Jason's hair before he relaxed his hold. He used his legs to pull Jason in again and again, moving along to get the man deeper into him. Every thrust punched a new little moan out of him, his hands letting go of Jason's hair and going up to cling onto the covers.
As he built his speed, Jason eventually pushed himself up and pulled away from Tim's shoulder. He trailed kisses up his neck and jaw before diving into his mouth with his tongue. Dick wasn't sure that Jason was aware what a show they were putting on as their tongues danced, but Dick was slowly loosing his mind. He will need to change his pants before going back out, because his own precum has soaked through them. He still refused to touch himself.
Tim pulled back from the kiss and turned his head to the side with a moan louder than before. From the grin that came over Jason's face, he probably found the right angle. He straightened up and grabbed a hold of Tim's hips.
"There we go." Then he started pistoning into Tim like there was no tomorrow. He put his weight behind it, his thrusts so powerful the only reason Tim wasn't moved out of frame was that Jason kept pulling him back.
The bliss on Tim's face was ethereal. His eyes squeezed shut, his lips open and red and shiny from the kisses they shared. From the way his hands kept on clutching the material of the covers, he was on the verge of coming.
"You can come anytime you need to, baby," Dick spoke when he remembered his previous order. He could only hope that Tim heard him, because his own voice was so breathy from desire. Tim's eyes met his over the screen and it was liked being sucked into the deepest oceans. Dick was ready to drown in them happily.
"Fuck, wanna see it. Wanna see you come," Jason moaned, switching from fast paced thrust to a few powerful ones, bringing a scream from Tim as he nailed his prostate. Tim threw his head back once again as Jason resumed his space, one of his hands going to stroke his cock in a similar pace.
"Come for him, sweetheart." And just as Dick finished his sentence, Tim's whole body went rigid, drawing a shout from Jason as he tightened around him. Tim's back arched, pressing his body against Jason as the man almost doubled over from the sensation. Jason kept thrusting, but was now unable to keep his pace, both of them trembling through their own orgasms.
For a moment, they just lay there in silence, catching their breath. Even when Jason muscles coiled like he was about to move away, Tim's arms shot out and pulled him onto himself so the bulk of the man's body would squish him just the way he liked it.
"I came in you, we need to clean up..." Jason tried to reason, his voice muffled by Tim's right peck. But all the fight left him as Tim's finger since again found their way to his hair, gently twining between the strands.
"Just give me a moment, okay?" he requested. He stared at the ceiling, until he felt Jason clutch him like a teddy bear before completely relaxing into his hold. Then he turned his head to the side to look at Dick on the screen. Dick just gave him a smile, not wanting to break the moment as they collected themselves. It also gave him a chance to calm down a little, which he desperately needed.
Eventually, Jason slowly pulled away after pressing one last kiss to Tim's shoulder.
"I'm gonna get something to clean up with," he said, and this time Tim let him pull out of his embrace. He refused to look at the phone, so Dick didn't call out to him as he walked into the adjoining bathroom.
When the door clicked shut after him, Tim pushed himself onto his side and took the phone from the nightstand. Dick gave him a soft smile.
"Hi there," he said. There was a healthy flush to his skin now and he no longer radiated anxiety like when the call started.
"Hey," Tim answered, his lips curling into a small smile of his own. "Are you okay?"
Dick raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect that question.
"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"
Tim shrugged.
"Just checking in. This was intense on all fronts, I guess I just don't want you to feel alone either..." he answered.
Dick's heart suddenly felt two sizes too big for his chest. He loved this man so much.
"I'm okay, love. Thank you for asking."
Tim smiled again before his face flushed.
"Did you also...?" he made a vague gesture towards his body even though Dick could only see his face now. And oh, what Dick wouldn't give to be able to just take in the sight of Tim laid out on the bed, completely nude and still dripping cum from where Jason came in him. His ignored cock gave a twitch again, but Dick was nothing if not stubborn so he kept his hands off it.
He shook his head.
"No, I didn't. That wasn't part of the play today, you guys didn't consent to that," he said. There were many lines crossed that they could be uncomfortable with, he wasn't gonna create another problem just because he couldn't keep his hands off himself.
Tim watched the screen, searching Dick's face for something only he could see. Then he glanced towards the door that was still hiding Jason.
"Are you hard?" he eventually asked.
Dick felt his face heat up.
"Yeah, but it'll go away soon..."
"Would you like to come? I want you to feel good, too," Tim cut in, turning onto his stomach. He pushed his hips upwards, raising his ass into the air and into the view of the camera. His back arched like when he gave a blowjob.
"Baby, you don't have to..." Dick tried to reason and he could only hope it was indistinguishable on the camera how his eyes were now glued to the point of the screen where Tim's butt showed.
"You took such good care of us, you deserve to feel good too," Tim said before rolling away from his stomach and onto his back. His raised the phone up until it showed his whole upper body. Dick could make out a few strings of dry cum on his stomach, the lean muscles so perfectly defined. He wanted to ran his tongue over the skin of Tim's abdomen and kiss over his hip bones.
With all the permission granted, Dick took his cock out of his pants and fisted it tightly. He didn't even try to muffle his relieved moan. Tim's lips curled into a smile over the screen, and he angled the phone downwards until only the lower half of his face was visible but his spent cock was also now in the frame.
It only took a few strokes for Dick to spill over his fist and shirt. The whine he let out at the feeling would've been embarrassing, but after this whole ordeal he couldn't care less. His whole body shook with the force of his orgasm and it took everything in him not to close his eyes as he rode it out.
"The things you do to me..." he sighed when the shakes finally subsided. He wiped his hand on his pants, his whole outfit now ruined. He would need to change before going back out, or the others will relentlessly make fun of him for it forever.
Tim chuckled before bringing the phone close again and curling up on his side.
"I think I have any idea," he said. Then he glanced towards the bathroom again. "If Jason doesn't come out in the next minute, I'm gonna go check on him."
"Good. That's a good idea."
"But..." Tim started before biting of the end of his sentence. He worried his bottom lip between his teeth.
"But what?"
"Can you stay on the phone a little longer? Just until then?"
Dick smiled. He really, truly, loved that man.
"I'd love to."