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Jason should’ve known brunch was a trap. Everything about the setting was wrong: natural light, people in pastel sweaters, Dick wearing sunglasses like he was incognito in a movie, and Roy Harper—boots up on the edge of the table, grinning like he’d won something.
It was too calm. Too civil.
Which, in Jason’s world, meant danger.
“Okay,” Roy said, tilting his chair back on two legs. “Hypothetical.”
“No,” Jason said immediately.
Roy ignored him. “Let’s say—just say—that I was willing to share.”
Jason narrowed his eyes. “Share what?”
Dick didn’t look up from his mimosa. “Please don’t say food.”
“Share him,” Roy said, nodding at Jason. “You know. For science.”
Dick raised a brow, then smiled. “I’m game.”
Jason choked on his coffee. “You’re both fucking ridiculous.”
Roy looked deeply unrepentant. “I’m serious. You’re too much man for one archer to handle alone.”
Jason groaned. “You’re making it weird.”
“Am I?” Roy leaned in, elbows on the table, voice dropping. “Because I think you’d love it. Me holding your hips. Dick in your ear. Making you forget your own name.”
Jason blinked. His brain stalled. His pants got noticeably tighter.
He coughed. Loudly. “You’re bluffing.”
That got Dick’s attention.
He turned, lifting his sunglasses to perch them on his head. “Bluffing?”
Jason crossed his arms. “You’re not serious. You’re both just screwing with me because you get bored.”
“You think I’m bluffing,” Roy said, grinning like Christmas. “Oh, sweetheart.”
“I know you are,” Jason said.
“Okay,” Dick said simply. He downed the rest of his drink, stood, and offered a hand. “Let’s go.”
Jason blinked. “What?”
“You heard the man,” Roy said. He stood, too, tossing a tip on the table. “We’ve been challenged. Can’t let it go unanswered.”
Jason stared at them. “You’re kidding.”
Roy stepped into his space, warm and cocky and dangerous when he was like this. “If you’re scared, just say so.”
Jason’s jaw clenched. “I’m not scared.”
“Good.” Dick leaned down, whispered: “Then let us prove it.”
Jason’s pulse stuttered.
Then he said—because he never knew when to shut the hell up—“Fine.”
The apartment was warm. Too warm.
Jason paced the hallway while Roy opened windows and Dick unbuttoned his shirt with slow, deliberate ease.
“I’m gonna laugh when one of you backs out,” Jason muttered.
Roy cracked his neck. “Oh, we don’t bluff.”
“Just hope you don’t,” Dick added, walking up behind him and pressing a kiss just behind Jason’s ear.
Jason flinched. He hated how good it felt.
Roy dropped onto the bed, spread out like a reward. “How do you want it, Jaybird? Gentle? Filthy? Competitive? Because I’ll win either way.”
Jason turned, sharp. “You think this is a game?”
“It is,” Dick said, voice quiet. “But only if you want to play.”
Jason swallowed.
Dick stepped in front of him, eyes calm and intent. He touched Jason’s jaw. “Say no, and we stop. Say yes... and we don’t stop until you forget how to walk.”
Jason’s knees almost buckled.
He breathed out. “Yeah. Okay.”
Roy clapped once. “Fuckin’ finally.”
They started slow.
Jason’s jacket hit the floor first. Then his shirt—peeled off by Dick’s hands while Roy knelt behind him, kissing down his spine like he had all the time in the world.
Jason was breathing hard by the time they had him down to boxers, chest flushed, muscles tense.
“Still think we’re bluffing?” Roy murmured, hand trailing low.
Jason didn’t answer.
“Good,” Dick said. “Lie down.”
Jason hesitated. Then—because pride would be the death of him—he obeyed.
The bed was warm. The sheets smelled like Roy—cologne and cedar and smoke. The red silk scarf Roy pulled from the drawer smelled like trouble.
“Wrists,” Dick said softly.
Jason hesitated. Just a second. Then raised his hands.
Silk looped around his wrists—once, twice—then tied to the headboard with a practised tug.
“Too tight?” Dick asked.
“No,” Jason said, voice low.
Roy leaned down and kissed his ribs. “Colour?”
Jason snorted. “Green, you fucking idiot.”
“Then let’s begin,” Roy said, crawling down the bed, eyes dark with promise.
“Two-minute rounds,” Dick said, settling beside him. “We take turns. Winner makes him beg.”
Jason scoffed. “You really think that’s gonna work?”
Roy grinned and mouthed against his inner thigh. “Oh, sweetheart.”
Then he said—soft, dangerous, delighted:
“Watch me.”
Jason tried not to look nervous.
He was tied to the bed, silk looped tight around his wrists and anchored to the headboard. His chest rose and fell faster than he wanted it to. His legs were already spread—because of course they were; Roy had peeled them open with gentle hands and a smirk like he was unwrapping a gift.
The kind of gift you fuck against a wall until it breaks.
“Two minutes,” Dick said. He was sitting cross-legged beside Jason’s head, calm, unreadable, fingers idly tracing Jason’s ribs. “Starting now.”
Roy didn’t answer. He just grinned and leaned down.
Jason meant to be ready. He wanted to be smug.
But Roy was already dragging his mouth up the inside of Jason’s thigh, hot breath teasing sensitive skin, and that grin was fucking lethal this close.
Jason twitched when Roy bit gently at the spot just under the curve of his hipbone.
“You’re already jumpy,” Roy murmured. “Thought you were tougher than this.”
Jason glared. “Still not scared of—”
He choked.
Because Roy didn’t waste time.
One second, his mouth was teasing. The next, he had Jason’s cock in his mouth—no warning, no buildup, just hot, wet, deep.
Jason’s whole body arched off the bed.
“F—fuck,” he gasped, hips jerking up, straining against the silk restraints.
Roy hummed, lips sliding lower, one hand wrapping around the base of Jason’s cock to keep him steady while the other gripped his thigh, pinning him down.
And it was so much.
Jason had had blowjobs before—lazy, messy, rushed—but this wasn’t that. Roy was devouring him. He sucked like it was personal. Like it was a challenge. Like he knew every single one of Jason’s buttons and had two minutes to push all of them at once.
Jason’s brain was a blur of heat.
Dick leaned down, whispered, “Breathe, Jay.”
Jason tried. He tried.
But Roy hollowed his cheeks and took him deep, and Jason moaned, low and raw in his chest, eyes fluttering shut.
“Fuck, that’s good,” Dick murmured. His hand stroked over Jason’s chest again—light, grounding, somehow not comforting. “You look good like this. All flushed and fucked open.”
Jason whimpered. Whimpered.
Roy moaned around him, and the vibration made Jason’s toes curl.
He was getting too close, too fast—faster than he should. His wrists strained against the silk, muscles tensing. His legs tried to close on instinct, but Roy had them open and locked, one arm across Jason’s lower belly now, holding him down like he belonged there.
“You gonna come already?” Dick teased, soft in his ear. “He hasn’t even used his hands yet.”
Jason tried to shake his head, but he was panting. Desperate.
Roy sucked harder, then pulled back slowly—too slowly—until just the head of Jason’s cock was on his tongue. He kissed it.
Then whispered, “Look at you.”
Jason was trembling.
“Such a mess already,” Roy said. “All that bravado, and you’re about to blow in under two minutes.”
“I’m not—” Jason gasped.
“Time,” Dick said calmly.
Roy pulled away with one last suck, a filthy pop of spit and heat.
Jason’s whole body was shivering.
He was flushed to the chest, lips parted, eyes glassy, wrecked. His cock throbbed, leaking, achingly hard—completely untouched by his own hand.
He stared at the ceiling like it had personally betrayed him.
Roy crawled up beside him, licking his lips. “Round One goes to me.”
Jason growled, breath ragged. “You bastard.”
Dick chuckled and brushed Jason’s sweaty bangs back from his forehead. “You look gorgeous.”
“Don’t compliment him, he’s still pretending he’s not into it.”
Jason tried to snap something back, but Dick leaned in and kissed him—deep, slow, all tongue and warm control—and Jason melted. His body was already betraying him, hips twitching like they were begging for more.
When Dick pulled back, he glanced at Roy. “My turn.”
Roy leaned in, whispered in Jason’s ear, “Good luck surviving it.”
Jason was still panting when Roy pulled back.
His cock ached—wet and flushed and so goddamn hard he could feel it in his teeth. The silk scarf burned at his wrists. He wanted to move—wanted to do something—but his body was already sluggish, drowning in heat.
“You okay?” Dick asked, voice maddeningly calm.
Jason glared at him. “Fine.”
Roy snorted. “He’s not fine.”
“He’s gorgeous,” Dick said.
Jason turned his head, snapped, “Can we just get on with it?”
Dick raised a brow. “Oh, you’re rushing me now?”
Jason stilled.
Dick shifted, slow and graceful, until he straddled Jason’s thighs—bare-chested, pupils wide, jaw flexing like he was holding back something sharp. His hands ghosted over Jason’s chest, not quite touching.
Jason flinched anyway.
Dick leaned down, face inches from his. “You want me to hurry?”
Jason hesitated.
Then, quietly: “No.”
Dick smiled. “Good answer.”
Roy leaned against the headboard and set a timer on his phone. “Two minutes. Starting... now.”
Dick didn’t touch him.
Not at first.
Jason braced himself for something physical—another mouth, another hand, more friction—but Dick just watched him. Silent. Focused. That unreadable, surgical look Jason had seen a hundred times on patrol. Tactical. Exacting.
Jason squirmed.
“You ever stop long enough to feel?” Dick asked softly. “Or do you always rush to the next punch?”
Jason blinked. “What the fuck are you—”
Dick leaned in and breathed against his neck—just that—hot and close.
Jason’s back arched like he'd been shocked.
“You’re so reactive,” Dick murmured. “That’s what makes this fun.”
His fingers traced down Jason’s sides, feather-light. Teasing. Infuriating.
“Do you even realise how easy you are to read?” he whispered. “Every time your stomach twitches, every time your breath stutters... we know exactly what you need.”
Jason twitched.
Dick’s hand flattened on his chest. His other wrapped, slowly, around Jason’s throat—not tight. Just present. Anchoring. Reminding.
Jason’s breath caught.
“Colour,” Dick said softly.
“Green,” Jason rasped.
“Good boy.”
Jason groaned, hips jerking.
“Ohhh,” Roy grinned. “He liked that.”
Dick’s fingers tightened—not enough to block air, just enough to command stillness.
“Eyes on me,” he said. “I want to see what you look like when you lose it.”
Jason gritted his teeth. “Not gonna—”
Then Dick grabbed him.
One hand left Jason’s throat and curled around the base of his cock, slick from Roy’s spit. The sudden contact made Jason buck—but Dick held him down effortlessly with the pressure of one palm.
And then he started.
A slow, maddening stroke.
Not fast enough to satisfy. Not hard enough to get off. Just—cruel.
Jason gasped.
“Already leaking,” Dick murmured. “You poor thing.”
“F-fuck you.”
Dick’s hand stopped completely.
Jason whimpered.
“You want more?” Dick asked. “Ask nicely.”
Jason bared his teeth. “I’ll kill you.”
“You’re not really in a position to threaten anyone, baby.”
Jason's throat was dry. His hips shifted, seeking pressure, but Dick moved back just far enough to leave him aching.
“Goddamn tease,” Jason snapped.
“I’m proving a point,” Dick said, calm. “Your body wants to obey.”
Jason glared. “My body wants to come.”
“Not yet.”
Dick resumed stroking him—but now with intent. Tight, consistent, no mercy.
Jason moaned, loud and sudden.
Roy whistled. “You’re making him sing, Grayson.”
Dick smiled. “He’s beautiful like this.”
Jason was already close again. Too close. It was fucked up how fast they could wind him up now. He was so raw, so wrung out from Roy’s mouth, and now Dick was dragging him closer to the edge with just one hand and a voice that could kill.
His whole body went taut.
He was right there.
Dick leaned down, lips brushing his ear.
“Not yet.”
And stopped.
Jason screamed.
His cock twitched helplessly in the air. His arms pulled at the silk restraints. He was dizzy with denial.
“You asshole—”
Dick pressed a hand to his chest and said calmly, “Time.”
Jason’s eyes were wet.
He didn’t realise it until Roy wiped a thumb under one, gentle and slow.
“Already crying,” Roy whispered. “And we’re just getting started.”
“I hate you,” Jason croaked.
Roy leaned in, kissed his cheek. “You love it.”
“Next round,” Dick said, licking his thumb clean. “Let’s see who can really break him.”
Jason tried to catch his breath.
He wasn’t going to survive this.
But fuck—he wanted to.
Jason barely had time to breathe.
He was wrecked—panting, flushed, wrists aching against silk restraints, chest rising and falling like he’d run miles. His cock was hard and leaking, twitching with every shift of air, every whispered threat.
He’d been edged twice—once by Roy, once by Dick—and now he was floating somewhere between desperation and rage. He didn’t know what was worse: the smug looks on their faces or the fact that part of him wanted them to keep going.
Okay. Maybe more than part.
Maybe all of him.
“I think we go together this round,” Dick said.
Jason blinked. “The fuck—”
Roy grinned. “You said it yourself, Jay. We’re bluffing, right? So let’s show you what it looks like when we’re not.”
Dick leaned over him, palm flat on his chest. “One goal: make you beg.”
“I’m not begging,” Jason hissed.
Roy leaned down, nose to his throat. “That’s the game, baby. And you’re already losing.”
Jason opened his mouth to argue—but Roy kissed him, hard and fast, teeth catching on his lip—and Dick moved.
Jason didn’t notice until Dick was between his legs again, pressing them wider, licking into the sweat at the crease of his thigh.
“F-fuck,” Jason gasped.
“Shh,” Dick murmured, lips moving up the length of Jason’s cock, hot breath making him twitch. “Be good for us.”
“Was I not already—”
He was cut off by Roy’s hand around his throat.
Not hard. Just enough to stop the sentence and make him listen.
Jason shuddered.
“That’s better,” Roy whispered. “You sound so pretty when you’re quiet.”
His thumb stroked under Jason’s jaw, slow and possessive. “You trust us?”
Jason nodded before he could stop himself.
“Colour?”
“Green,” Jason whispered. “Fucking—please—”
Dick’s mouth closed over his cock.
Jason cried out.
Dick didn’t tease this time.
He sucked like he had a mission—like the challenge had sunk in and he was going to win it with his tongue. His mouth was hot, relentless, perfect—taking Jason deep, then pulling back to suck just the tip, slow and obscene.
Jason’s hands clenched around nothing.
“Still think we’re bluffing?” Roy whispered against his temple. “Still think we won’t break you?”
Jason whimpered.
“Tell me what it feels like,” Roy said, hand stroking Jason’s chest. “Tell me what he’s doing to you.”
Jason gasped. “He—he’s—fuck, it’s—”
“Yeah?” Roy said, biting lightly at his jaw. “Can’t even talk.”
Dick’s mouth sped up.
Jason’s hips jerked, but Dick held him down, hands gripping his thighs, keeping him still while he wrecked him from the root.
Jason made a sound that wasn’t a word.
“God, look at you,” Roy breathed. “You’re shaking.”
He was. He could feel it—every nerve lit up and begging for mercy.
And then Roy moved again—down his body, between his legs, settling beside Dick.
“Wanna see what he tastes like,” Roy muttered.
Jason blinked—“Wha—”
And then Roy spit onto his cock.
Warm. Slick. Dirty.
Jason moaned, full-throated.
Dick’s mouth slid lower, taking him deep, and Roy’s hand joined—jerking him with wet strokes, twisting at the head just right while Dick sucked him down.
Jason’s vision whited out.
“Please—please—” he gasped.
“Ohhh,” Roy said, delighted. “Was that begging?”
Jason shook his head. “N-no—fuck—I didn’t—”
Dick pulled off with a soft pop, mouth wet and red. “You’re close.”
Jason nodded frantically. “Yes—please—I can’t—”
“Then hold it,” Dick said, voice like steel.
Jason screamed.
He couldn’t stop shaking.
They backed off together.
Jason was left throbbing—drenched in spit, flushed all the way to his ears, hips twitching against the bed like he could will someone back onto him.
“I hate you,” he said.
“You’ll thank us later,” Roy said. “Still green?”
Jason sucked in air. “Green.”
Dick leaned over and kissed him gently. “Good boy.”
They flipped him.
Hands under his thighs, breath against the back of his neck, silk still wrapped tight. His cock hung heavy between his legs, painfully hard, and when Roy’s fingers trailed between his cheeks, Jason gasped again.
“No—wait—what—”
“We’re not gonna fuck you,” Roy said. “Not unless you beg.”
Jason groaned. “Fuck you both.”
Dick spread him wider. “That’s the goal.”
Roy bent over, licked him.
Jason made a noise he’d never made in his life.
Dick kissed the back of his neck, whispering things he couldn’t understand while Roy’s tongue pressed in, wet and slow, circling him open.
“I can’t—can’t—” Jason was panting.
“You can,” Dick said. “You will.”
Roy added a finger.
Jason choked.
Dick gripped his hair, angled his head to whisper into his ear. “You gonna come like this? Just from getting eaten out?”
Jason sobbed.
His whole body trembled.
His cock pulsed, untouched.
Dick’s hand returned to his throat—this time from behind, pulling him upright while Roy fucked him open with tongue and fingers, relentless and cruel in the best way.
Jason was gone.
No words.
Just whimpers and desperate, broken gasps.
He was going to come. He could feel it. He was right there—
Dick tightened his grip. “Don’t.”
Jason shouted, every muscle locking.
His orgasm slipped away like smoke.
He slumped forward, dizzy.
Roy pulled back, slick and panting. “Still think we’re bluffing?”
Jason was crying.
Just a little.
Dick kissed his shoulder. “Almost there.”
“Colour?” Roy asked, gentler now.
Jason nodded, dazed. “Green. Please.”
Roy curled around him, hand on his chest.
Dick leaned over. “Then let go.”
Jason didn’t even need to be touched.
He came with a shudder, untouched, dry and aching, every nerve screaming. His body bucked once, then twice, then collapsed into the sheets.
He barely heard them praising him.
Didn’t have words for what he felt.
Just warmth. Pain. Relief. Surrender.
He was gone.
Jason should’ve been done.
He was done. Boneless, trembling, flushed down to the ribs and still tied to the bed, wrists aching under silk and mouth slack with exhaustion. His legs had stopped shaking—but only because he couldn’t feel them. His whole body buzzed like static. Like a live wire dunked in water.
He was limp and open and used, and he loved it.
He couldn’t remember why he fought this in the first place.
Dick was curled up beside him, carding fingers through his hair. Roy was at his back, kissing his shoulder. Someone—maybe both of them—were whispering to him. Something slow and warm and safe.
You did so well.
You’re perfect like this.
Can you give us more?
Jason blinked.
“…More?”
He didn’t recognise his own voice.
Roy kissed behind his ear. “You tell us.”
Jason turned his head. He was swimming in heat, thoughts like liquid, body pulsing with aftershocks. But something inside him still throbbed. Still wanted.
He licked his lips. “I—I can. I want—” His voice cracked. “Please.”
Dick smiled. “That’s our boy.”
They untied him, but just enough to flip him again.
This time, they settled him between them—Dick at his back, arms firm around his chest, cock pressing hot against his spine. Roy at his front, kneeling between Jason’s legs and palming his soft, twitching cock like he owned it.
He kind of did.
“Open your mouth,” Roy whispered.
Jason obeyed.
Roy slid his fingers past Jason’s lips, slow and gentle. Jason sucked on them, helpless.
“You don’t have to come again,” Dick murmured. “This is just for us now.”
Jason moaned around Roy’s fingers.
“Look at him,” Roy said. “You fucked the fight right out of him.”
Dick nosed into Jason’s hair. “He’s perfect like this.”
They were talking about him like he wasn’t even there—and it made Jason ache. He was hard again—somehow—cock thickening where Roy cradled it, soft strokes reigniting nerves that should’ve been numb by now.
“You’re not done,” Dick whispered. “You don’t get to be done.”
Roy let go of his cock and reached down between Jason’s legs.
Jason gasped—because Roy was still slick from earlier, and now two fingers were pushing into him again, slow and sure, pressing him open while Dick held him still.
“You ready to be full?” Roy asked, voice low.
Jason nodded desperately.
“Beg,” Dick said.
Jason whimpered. “Please—please, I need it—want you inside—want to feel it—please—”
Roy leaned down and kissed him. “That’s my boy.”
They didn’t fuck him.
Not yet.
Roy slicked himself up and pressed in slow—just the tip—and held it there. Deep enough to stretch. Not enough to satisfy.
Jason writhed. “Please—move—move—”
“No,” Dick said, mouth against his ear. “You’re gonna hold it.”
Jason sobbed.
“You’re gonna keep him warm. That’s your job now.”
Roy slid in deeper—barely—and stopped again.
Jason’s whole body shuddered.
He was full. So full. And still held open like a toy left out in the sun, muscles raw and nerves fried.
He wanted more. He wanted it so badly.
Dick licked behind his ear. “Say it.”
Jason blinked, dazed. “Say—what?”
“Who you belong to.”
Jason whimpered.
“Say it.”
“I—belong to—you,” Jason gasped. “Both of you—please—just fuck me—I need—”
“No,” Roy said, voice soft but absolute. “Not yet.”
Jason cried.
It lasted forever.
Roy inside him, barely moving. Dick holding him down, stroking lazy circles over his stomach and whispering filth into his hair. Jason trembled, cock hard and leaking, every inch of him desperate and empty in the most unbearable way—even as he was filled.
It was unbearable.
It was perfect.
“Please,” Jason sobbed.
Roy thrust once, shallow and deep at the same time.
Jason screamed.
“Please—God—I can’t—”
Dick kissed the edge of his jaw. “Come one more time.”
Jason came.
No one touched him.
His whole body jerked, convulsed, broke. The orgasm ripped out of him dry and painful, his cock flexing helplessly against his belly, thighs shaking. He sobbed through it, wrung out and perfect and owned.
Roy held him through it, deep and steady.
Dick didn’t let him fall.
They untied him gently. Dick whispered in his ear the whole time. Roy kissed every mark, every bruise, every tremble. Jason didn’t say anything. Couldn’t.
He wasn’t gone.
He was somewhere else. Somewhere soft. Somewhere safe.
They laid him between them, arms wrapped around his body. Dick kissed his throat. Roy cradled his hand. Warmth pressed in from both sides.
“You still alive?” Roy asked, voice low.
Jason nodded against a pillow. “Barely.”
“Colour?”
Jason licked dry lips. “Green.”
“Good.”
He could still feel Roy inside him. Could feel Dick’s arms like a cage. He didn’t want to move. Didn’t want to leave this moment.
“You did perfect,” Dick said.
Jason breathed. “You’re both insane.”
Roy chuckled. “And you love it.”
Jason didn’t answer.
He didn’t have to.
They already knew.
Jason came down slowly.
Or maybe he didn’t come down at all—just hovered in that soft, numb high where he was nothing but heat and heartbeat and the places where they touched him.
Dick’s chest behind him. Roy’s fingers stroking idle patterns on his hip. Their warmth wrapped around him like a second skin.
He could still feel Roy inside him. Still tasted Dick’s last kiss on his tongue.
His voice was gone. His body wasn’t his. But he was still here, still trembling, still wanting.
“You with us, baby?” Dick whispered.
Jason blinked. “Yeah.”
Roy nuzzled into the crook of his neck. “Still green?”
Jason didn’t hesitate. “Greener.”
They both laughed. Low. Dark. Hungry.
“You’re incredible,” Roy murmured. “Letting us do this to you. Letting us take you.”
“I want—” Jason’s voice cracked. “Want more.”
Dick’s breath caught. “You want to be used?”
Jason nodded.
“Say it.”
“I want—fuck—want to be between you. I want your cock down my throat and Roy to fuck me at the same time. I want to be filled.”
Silence. Heavy.
Then Roy said, “Goddamn.”
Dick pressed his forehead to Jason’s temple and groaned, low and wrecked. “You're gonna be the end of us.”
They moved him carefully.
Hands everywhere. Gentle, reverent. Jason let himself be handled. He wanted to be.
Roy helped him onto all fours. Dick knelt in front of him, already hard again, resting his cock against Jason’s flushed cheek.
“Open,” Dick said.
Jason obeyed.
Behind him, Roy spread him open and pressed the tip in. No teasing. No edging. Just a steady, thick stretch that made Jason’s arms shake.
Then they moved.
Jason was no longer a person. He was sensation.
Dick fucked his mouth slow and controlled, fingers tangled in his hair, guiding each thrust deep, holding him in place while Jason choked around it, spit running from his lips. Every time Jason gagged, Dick whispered praise.
“That’s it, baby.”
“You take me so well.”
“Look at you, so pretty like this.”
Behind him, Roy picked up the rhythm—brutal, deep, possessive. He gripped Jason’s hips hard enough to bruise, growled every time Jason moaned around Dick’s cock.
“You like being our toy, huh?”
“Like us fucking you at both ends?”
“You asked for this.”
Jason tried to nod but choked when Dick pushed deeper, cock sliding slick against the back of his throat. He loved it. Loved the helplessness, the weight, the way they filled him completely.
He couldn’t breathe. Didn’t want to.
He wanted to be kept like this. Used. Passed between them.
Roy hit deeper. Jason sobbed.
Dick pulled out, let Jason gasp—and Roy slammed in, hand fisting in his hair to pull his head back.
“Tell us whose you are.”
Jason’s voice was raw. “Yours—yours—please don’t stop—”
Dick shoved back in before he could finish.
Jason whimpered. His whole body shook with it.
They used him together—alternating pace, timing each thrust so he was never empty for a second. Roy drove into him so hard his arms gave out; Dick caught him, held his face, kissed the spit from his lips and kept him open, kept him full.
Jason started crying again.
It wasn’t pain.
It was too much. It was everything.
“You’re perfect,” Roy whispered, fucking deeper. “You were made for this.”
Jason believed it.
When he came again, it was without touch. Just from the pressure. The rhythm. The claim.
He moaned around Dick’s cock, went still, then started trembling violently.
Roy didn’t stop.
Neither did Dick.
They used him through it. Held him up. Talked him through the aftershocks while he sobbed and thanked them and begged for more.
He came again—dry, pathetic, perfect.
Later—much later—they pulled out gently.
Dick gathered him into his arms. Roy kissed every bruise. They cleaned him up with shaking hands and whispered nothing but love.
Jason couldn’t speak.
He didn’t need to.
They’d heard everything they needed.