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“Tim… I can’t—” Dick let out a choked-off moan and bowed his head, the rhythm of his hips faltering.
Gasping, the smaller man beneath him nuzzled the naked thigh it rested on, forcing himself to focus. “I-it’s okay, Dick. It’ll help me take Jason.”
That results in a strangled sound from the head of the bead, where Jason lays, hands tied securely to the iron-rod headboard and a tie between his lips, serving as a makeshift gag. His gaze kept shifting from Dick to Tim and back again, thick arms straining against his restraints and, really, the youngest of the three couldn’t blame him. After all, he’d been hard since before he’d gotten pinned down and bound, and Tim was only giving him enough stimulation to keep him hard and wanting.
Tim felt Dick’s hands tighten on his hips, felt him go still behind him and let out a low moan as he came. He gave the other man a few moments, let him recover, his tongue darting out to wet his lips when he felt the older man slowly draw out of him. Only then did he move, crawling up Jason’s body to straddle his hips, his hands tracing over the muscles of his chest and torso. Reaching up he gently undid the other man’s gag, rubbing his jaw to soothe the any ache in it, noting that Dick had moved to lay beside them.
“You’re gonna kill me, Kid.” Jason managed, his breathing labored already.
“La petit mort.” Tim answered, simply, a small smirk curving his lips as he took reached back, fingers curling around the other man’s length, and slowly began to sink down.
He had to give Jason credit for not bucking, for not driving up into him when it was obvious that he wanted to. Tim moaned, head tipping back, pleasure rolling through him both from the physical sensation and the fact that he was controlling his body, keeping himself from orgasm simply because he could. Once he was fully seated on the other man’s length he let his head roll forward, eyes heavy-lidded as he stared down at Jason, watching the sweat roll down his bared through as it worked.
“What’s… That mean?” Jason’s questioned, his voice a little breathless.
“Orgasm. Though it translates to ‘the little death.’” Tim explained, slowly lifting his hips and lowering them in the same fashion, enjoying the frustrated groan it drew from Jason.
“Fitting.” the other man breathed before moaning when Dick, who’d shifted closer, moved to kiss him.
“I’m not done with you yet, Dick.” Tim murmured, moving a little faster, eyes fluttering with pleasure.
Dick broke the kiss, face flushed before he nodded, eyes fluttering as he moved to press his forehead against Jason’s collarbone; Tim liked it when they let him do this and, in the end, everyone walked away satisfied.