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Bruce felt Dick squeeze his wrist, pinning one of his arms down, as opposite him, Jason did the same. The bed creaked slightly as, between Bruce’s slightly splayed thighs, Tim shifted, studying him with perfectly lined eyes that saw too many details, stored everything away for proper enjoyment later.
Those eyes made Bruce’s mouth water, made him swallow thickly- and Tim
smiled
.
“Better,” he said, leaning over Bruce and reaching for his shirt, popping open the first few buttons. Just a brush of his fingers for a second against Bruce’s skin set a fire to him, and Bruce shifted slightly- opened his legs just a
bit
more.
Tim caught the action, and that smile turned to a smirk.
“We could be putting his hands to work,” Dick said, offhand, even as he watched Tim continue to take his time with Bruce’s shirt. Tim glanced at him, then over at Jason- who was watching him with the same intensity, the same interest that Dick was.
“Thoughts Jason?”
Jason licked his lips, dragged his eyes down to Bruce, before nodding. Tim opened the last button of Bruce’s shirt, pushed it open, and then straightened back up. “Let him up.”
Dick and Jason let go of Bruce’s wrists, and Bruce sat up without being told. Tim’s
demands
were obvious- and Bruce was weak, when his boys ganged up on him, to deny them
anything
. Bruce pulled his shirt off, and Dick took it from him, tossing it away off the bed, before leaning back in, pressing against his arm and nuzzling into his neck. Bruce gave the smallest of groans, as Dick’s teeth dragged along his pulse, as one of his hands pressed against his abs, thumb rubbing over an old scar.
Tim didn’t move,
watched
- and Bruce caught his eyes. Without breaking eye contact, Tim whispered
Jason
, and Jason was pushed up against Bruce as well, placing a far too chaste kiss to his cheek for what the night promised, before turning to push his face into the crook of his neck, inhale his expensive cologne and simply shudder. The position left Bruce’s arm rubbing against his black denim clad thigh- and it was a
wonder
the seams never burst, with how tight they always were to Jason’s legs.
Bruce heard Dick popping open his own jeans, and then felt Tim leaning over him, a hand reaching up to pinch one of his nipples. Bruce tipped his head back, as Tim rolled it between his fingers, the
hurt
just enough to make Bruce groan. “You’re all too slow,” Tim teased, and Dick chuckled.
“
Impatient
, babybird.”
Tim glanced at him, and Bruce swore he could feel the air between them, the electric static that radiated- Dick
challenging
Tim’s control.
He was the only one that could.
Without a word Tim left Bruce’s nipple, reached out to Dick, grasped the very obvious shape of his cock through his now open jeans, squeezing him. Dick bit at his lip, as Tim rubbed the shape of his shaft, inclining his head and watching as precum bedded against Dick’s briefs, leaving them damp.
Tim hummed, before he pulled back, speaking as he turned his attention back to Bruce, “I’m impatient?” Bruce caught the fire in Dick’s eyes, before he reached down, freed his cock fully and took Bruce’s hand, guiding it around his cock.
Bruce took him in hand, watched as Dick’s head tipped back with the first stroke. He rubbed his thumb over Dick’s cockhead, teased his slit, dragged precum down his length, as Tim finished getting his pants open finally.
And without ceremony, was pulling Bruce’s own cock free.
“Don’t leave Jason out,” Tim said, and Bruce turned his head- hard because Jason was still just nuzzling into him, peppering kisses along his neck and shoulder, seeming content to just soak him in. “Jay,” Tim said, and when he didn’t get a response, added, “
baby
. Help Bruce take care of you too.”
Jason moved then, letting go of Bruce to work his own jeans open, sliding them and his underwear partially down his thighs. His cock hung heavy, half hard- but when Bruce reached out, it was to squeeze the muscle of his thigh, to
ignore
where Jason wanted to be touched. He rubbed soft skin, broken by a thick scar, and Jason tipped his head back, panting lightly.
Still stroking Dick, Bruce leaned closer to Jason, managed to press his mouth to his thigh. He nipped at the skin, felt Jason’s hips stutter, bucking slightly, before Bruce sealed his lips over the skin, sucked until Jason was whining and the skin promised to blossom a bruise.
Only then did Bruce turn away from Jason’s thigh, kiss at his cockhead, roll his tongue along the head. Jason’s eyes slid shut, a small moan leaving his lips, as Bruce swallowed him down slowly, grasping his hand around the base to stroke. His other hand was moving quickly, Dick fucking his fist enthusiastically- but openly
watching
what he was doing to Jason.
And just as Bruce was falling into it, was getting lost in
knowing
he was making his first two boys feel heaven, he felt Tim’s mouth, descending along his cock, until his nose pressed to the curls at his groin. Bruce groaned around Jason’s dick- hadn’t
expected
Tim’s mouth, and gods, it was the sort of heaven that needed to come with a warning.
His cock twitched heavily over Tim’s tongue, precum spilling in a heavy wave against the back of his throat. Tim simply hummed his approval, bobbed his head as he tugged at Bruce’s clothing, trying to get it further down his thighs. Bruce wasn’t sure where he should
focus
, his mind being torn in three directions-
And then Dick, in a voice that was husky, deep from his chest, “Bruce, I want your mouth too.”
Bruce’s hips bucked, and he felt Tim’s fingers curling against his hips, pushing them down
hard
. Unguarded, the strength behind Tim’s movement was
shocking
, even though Bruce knew it was there. He pulled off Jason’s cock, inhaled deeply, his lungs burning- and then turned, slid his mouth over Dick’s. Dick sighed, reached out to toy with Bruce’s short hair, his hips fucking into Bruce’s mouth without regard for how it made his jaw ached.
Dick had
plenty
of experience to know Bruce’s limits, and just how sweetly to push them to drive him wild.
Bruce felt Tim pull off his cock- missed the perfect, wet heat of his mouth- and heard Tim say, “Jason, come help me.”
Jason shifted away from Bruce- and he was blind to their movements, unable to
see
because he couldn’t turn his head, with Dick’s cock buried so perfectly in it. He felt hands on his hips, lifting them- and his pants and underwear were being discarded, quickly. He heard the clothing fall off the bed, followed by
more-
Jason and Tim, stripping each other down to skin. He didn’t need to see it to know. He could
hear
the sounds of their mouths, of Jason’s little sighs as Tim took the breath straight from his lungs. A glance up, and he could see Dick was watching them too, transfixed.
He dared to pull off Dick’s cock, to turn his head fully- and Tim had gotten Jason naked in
record time
, was stroking him slowly, tongue fucking his mouth as if Jason was just a
toy
. And yet the way his fingers of his free hand trailed over Jaason’s chest, teased one of his pierced nipples- it was achingly gentle.
Bruce knew that it had to be explosive and yet utterly, sickeningly
sweet
when Tim and Jason fucked. It was hell, every time he knew they
did
, and he wanted so badly to pull up the cameras around the manor, the cave- to see for himself, how utterly perfect it had to be, when it was just them.
He
knew
they knew it tormented him. He didn’t think he’d have the mental strength for many more days to deny himself.
“Get me to lube?” Tim asked, when he finally pulled away from Jason’s mouth. Jason nodded, climbed off the bed- and three sets of eyes watched him head to the nightstand, rummage around until he was holding the bottle. When he turned aground he paused, quirking a brow-
“Fuck little wing, I wish you’d just crack my skull with your thighs.”
Bruce almost
laughed
, because Dick was ridiculous- but not
wrong
. Tim did laugh, happily taking the lube from Jason as he climbed back onto the bed, reaching across Bruce and burying his hand in Dick’s hair. He tugged him closer, and over Bruce’s chest kissed Dick, like he might have control for just a
moment
. As if Jason wasn’t always the first to cave to any of his lovers.
Still, Dick went along with it, made a little noise into his mouth. And Bruce was hypnotized, lost in the way they could move together- until he felt Tim’s cool, overly slick fingers- and
fuck
, two of them pushed into his body without warning. Bruce gasped, tipped his head back, arching just
slightly
.
Tim giggled. “Gotcha,” he whispered, curling his fingers- and
fuck
, they were so good, knew how to pull
everyone
apart. Tim’s other hand pushed at one of Bruce’s thighs, opening his legs wider. Tim thrust them harder, set a rhythm that had Bruce’s cock leaking all over his abs, precum sliding along muscle.
And then Jason and Dick were pushing apart- but Jason was getting onto his hands and knees- leaning over Bruce to pick up where Bruce’s mouth had left off. Bruce watched as Dick fucked Jason’s mouth,
right above him
, as Dick got
both
his hands in Jason’s curls and tugged, was
smiling
as Jason’s cheeks flushed, his breath ragged pants around Dick’s cock. Tim twisted his fingers, right when Dick let out the sort of obscene moan that could bring
anyone
to their knees, and Bruce groaned, trying to push himself down onto Tim’s fingers.
Tim curled them, pushed at his prostate, and Bruce’s breath caught, his cock throbbing. He felt so strung out from just
seeing
so much skin- from seeing the way his boys could pull each other apart- that it didn’t matter that the only attention his cock had gotten was precious moments with Tim’s perfect mouth- he swore he was on the edge already. His balls ached, his belly tight, his spine
tingling
-
“You’re doing it
wrong
.” Dick, now staring at Tim. Tim snapped his head up,
glared
at the oldest. And oh
how dare he
.
“Ex
cuse me
?” Dick pulled from Jason’s mouth- which Bruce knew from experience was hell on the conscious- Jason’s mouth was better than any hell the man had ever visited. He leaned over Bruce’s thigh, grabbed the lube and poured a generous amount onto his fingers.
And, without hesitation, he eased two of
his
fingers into Bruce’s, over Tim’s. Bruce gasped, didn’t fight the tremble in his thighs at the sudden stretch. “He should have fallen apart already,” Dick said, curling them, pushing
hard
to Bruce’s prostate. As he did, Tim thrust his fingers as well, stimulated every nerve and fiber in Bruce’s body.
“I don’t
want
him to come yet,” Tim argued. Whatever was said next Bruce missed- because Jason moved up his body, grasped his chin and turned his head, kissed him desperately. Bruce reached up, cradled Jason’s face with one hand, as Jason let go of his chin, dragged his fingers over Bruce’s chest hair, down along the wet mess at his abs, to simply tease his fingertips over his cockhead. Bruce groaned into the kiss, body pulled apart from so many directions- and he was there,
right there
-
And then Jason was grasping the base of his cock, squeezing in a way that had Bruce choking, had his orgasm pushing back down into the depths of his body. “Not yet,” Jason whispered against his mouth, even as Dick still pushed against his prostate- and Tim, was he thrusting quicker, working
with
Dick now.
Bruce tried to kiss Jason again, but Jason pulled back, pulled
away
from him and moved back down to the other boys. He leaned into Tim, pressed a kiss to his shoulder- and Tim turned, took one single, sweet kiss from Jason, before Jason pulled back, leaned further over, stole one from Dick as well.
The kiss made Dick’s fingers falter- and when they pulled out, Bruce whined, despite himself. Dick and Jason seemed to miss it, falling into each other again- but Bruce saw Tim smirk, a devil smile spreading across his mouth of sin.
He pulled his fingers out as well, as Dick moved around them, focused now on Jason. Jason was pulling at Dick’s clothing, trying to get him naked
finally
, and Dick was sliding one hand between Jason’s thighs, slick fingers seeking him out, making Jason gasp and shake as they plunged into him.
Bruce watched, taking in the way Jason trembled, melted against Dick’s touch- but this time, he heard the lube bottle. He dragged his eyes to Tim, watched as he wrapped a hand around himself, stroked slowly, his head tipping back.
None
of them had gotten a hand on him yet, beyond a kiss.
Tim glanced down through thick lashes, bit at his lip- and Bruce couldn’t stop himself- he spread his legs wider, begged with just his eyes. Tim smirked, and he slotted perfectly between Bruce’s thighs, pushing into his wet and waiting body without ceremony. Bruce groaned, arched his back, and Tim grasped at his thighs, dug his blunt nails into them. “Fuck,” he growled, sounding almost feral, his eyelids fluttering. And as much as Bruce’s eyes wanted to drop shut, he wanted to
see
this more.
Tim eased back, before snapping his hips forward. “Let them ruin each other,” Tim whispered, letting go of one of Bruce’s thighs, running his hand along his belly, up towards his chest. “And I’ll take care of
you
.”
He tugged at Bruce’s chest hair, the burn sinking deep into Bruce’s skin. Bruce hissed out a breath, and Tim leaned over him, so close that he
should
have kissed Bruce, but didn’t.
“Fall apart for me,” Tim whispered, before he kissed Bruce like he was on fire. Bruce whined, broken and shaking, as Tim bit at his lip, tugged it between his teeth, before pushing his tongue into his mouth. His world spun, and he was right there again, so fucking
close
to the orgasm Jason had denied him, earlier. And from the way Tim was fucking him with abandon, he didn’t think Tim had to be far behind him.
“Babybird started without us.” Tim broke the kiss at the sound of Dick’s voice, straightened up, and Bruce tried to chase after him.
And then, as if it simply didn’t
matter
to Tim, he pulled out of Bruce’s body. Bruce cursed, fisting his hands in the sheets because he had been
so close again
.
“Couldn’t help it,” Tim said, before he motioned Jason over with a curl of his fingers. Jason answered, and Tim poured more lube onto his hand, stroked along Jason’s dick, the sound of wet skin drowning out everyone’s rushed, desperate breaths. “Mess him up for me,” Tim whispered, leaning into Jason, biting at his lip. “I want to fuck him with your cum inside him.”
Bruce wasn’t sure if he could hear his own groan over Jason’s, both falling apart at the demand. Jason managed a weak
yes babygirl
, and then he was between Bruce’s thighs, taking up the space Tim had moments before. He eased in slower, and Bruce arched again, breath caught. Jason was
thick
, and it was so seldom that
he
fucked Bruce that Bruce could forget how quickly he could drive someone mad.
And just
another
reason he wanted so badly to see Tim and Jason fuck.
Jason held onto Bruce’s thighs, his rhythm
faster
than Tim’s. Bruce’s prostate was hit with
each
thrust without fail, and his mind began to spin, his vision swimming. He wasn’t sure he could survive if this orgasm was denied as well.
And as if knowing, suddenly there was a mouth around him,
Tim
, swallowing him down as Jason abused his ass. Bruce watched Tim’s head bob, quickly, as Dick carded his fingers through the youngest’s hair, keeping it back so Tim could
enjoy
himself- which he was, from the noises he was making, from the way his hips were twitching.
“C’mon Bruce,” Dick said, turning those dark eyes on him. “We know you want to come. And don’t you want it to be around Jason’s cock?” He smiled, a fake sweet that ripped at Bruce’s core- and Bruce caved, a guttural cry ripped right form his chest as he flooded Tim’s mouth. Jason’s hips stuttered, a
fuck
falling from his lips, as Bruce clutched at him tightly. Bruce rode the orgasm out, Jason’s shallow thrusts enough to keep the waves coming- Tim’s mouth
full
and yet he was still sucking on him, making Bruce hypersensitive. Only when he began to melt into the bed did Tim pull off- and without hesitation reach for Dick, grab him by the bicep and tug him in for a kiss. Bruce
watched
Tim push his cum into Dick’s mouth, watched Dick swallow and groan, bit at Tim’s lips and grasped at his waist desperately, his cock leaking precum down onto Bruce’s belly.
And then Jason
snapped
his hips, and Bruce was brought back to his body. Jason’s rhythm picked back up, hard enough that Bruce’s body tried to clench around him again, that his legs trembled.
Tim broke his kiss with Dick, reached for Jason and kissed his neck. Bruce watched Jason lick into his mouth, knew he had to
taste him
still- and the moment Tim pulled back, Dick was there, offering him another taste. Bruce wasn’t sure how Jason could breathe, as one kiss would break and another would pick back up- Tim and Dick seeming unable to leave his mouth alone, reddened lips and eager tongues constantly taking over.
Jason caved to it, groaned low and loud as his hips stuttered and he came deep inside Bruce. Bruce bit at his lip, could feel the way he was being
filled up
, and Jason was reaching for his brothers, grasping at their biceps, holding on as they continued to take turns with his mouth. When he finally pulled out, it was Dick guiding him away, sliding his hands through his hair and whispering how
good
he was.
Bruce watched Jason melt at the praise.
And the moment he felt he was regaining himself, Tim was
back
, pushing back into his body, letting out a satisfied moan. “Fucking hell,” Tim managed, leaning over Bruce and fucking him
ruthlessly
. “I can feel the mess Jason left. It’s so
good
.” Tim closed his eyes, seemed to lose himself in it for a moment- and he was so
gorgeous
it hurt Bruce, in his very core.
When Tim opened his eyes he leaned over Bruce, managed to reach his mouth, to kiss him. Bruce dissolved under the touch, his cock pinned between them- and the friction of Tim’s body was
good
, but Bruce knew there was no way for him to be hard again- not after the orgasm Jason had just ripped from him. But The way Tim was stimulating his prostate again- it reminded him he didn’t
need
to be.
And that Tim wasn’t fucking him to make
Bruce
come- he was taking what
he
wanted. And
that
had Bruce clutching at him, wrapping his arms around the smaller man and clinging to him. He heard Dick spur Tim on, a wanton
that’s it babybird
that made him sound desperate.
And then Jason’s
come babygirl, let me see it
- and Tim was growling into Bruce’s mouth, wild and feral and fucking
free
as he came inside Bruce. Bruce arched, but Tim kept him pinned down, forcing Bruce to just
take it
as he filled him further.
Tim’s orgasm had barely subsided- he’d barely pulled from Bruce’s mouth, when Dick was pulling him up, away. He kissed Tim quickly, before Jason was taking him, and Dick was
replacing him
.
Dick’s cock was slick, fit so perfectly into Bruce as he pushed into him. Bruce tossed his head, eyes going wide- his nerves burning and screaming, and
fuck
he could cry, he could pull apart and never be put back together.
Wordlessly Dick grasped at Bruce’s legs, pushed them back, tried to fold him the way Bruce could fold Dick nearly in half, when he drove into his body. Bruce gasped, the angle making his eyes nearly roll, and Dick cursed, trembling. “Fuck,” he managed, swallowing thickly. “He feels so
good
like this- so fucking
wet
.”
Bruce bit at his tongue, told himself he
wouldn’t
make another one of those undignified, wanton whimpers- but Dick squeezing his thighs, fitting inside him as if Dick was
meant
to be a part of him, his bones, his blood, his fucking
marrow
-
Bruce was whining, squirming around, feeling out of his mind. He felt a hand on his chest, as Dick eased his legs down, let them hook around his hips- and Jason was there, kissing Bruce’s neck, down his collar bone- swirling his tongue around one of his nipples. Bruce pushed his chest up, as Jason reached over, grasped at his other pec, squeezed and rubbed his palm against his other nipple.
And then there were Tim’s fingers,
dancing
along his abs, avoiding his cock and instead moving to cup his balls, rolling them in his palm. Bruce squeezed his legs tighter around Dick, who
laughed
.
“Fuck you guys should feel how he just clenched up.” Dick shook his head, tossing his silken hair, some of it sticking to his neck. “Wanna come again Bruce? Is it because you’re so
full
of cum already- or because it’s
me
inside you now?”
Bruce shuddered all over, felt Tim and Jason’s hands all over him- and
oh
, he could never deny Dick, not his
first
-
“All- all of it,” he managed, and Dick chuckled, something dark from his chest. He thrust particularly hard, and Bruce arching, almost bucking Jason off him. Jason moved from Bruce’s chest back to his neck, licked at his pulse, nipped at his jaw.
And then Dick, sounding suddenly not like he wanted to tip the power of balance in his favor, but almost
small
, something too innocent, said, “Please come for me.”
Bruce lost it. HIs body clenched up tightly, a second orgasm sending his mind into a spiral. He had never gotten hard again, but it didn’t
matter
, his muscles still flowed like
water
over sun-heated rocks, his breath caught, lost,
gone
.
He sobbed, and he had no idea. Not until he felt Jason lick up some of his tears, nuzzle against his cheek. Not until he heard Tim cursing over it- and then Dick’s satisfied cry, as he came to Bruce’s sheer pleasure.
Bruce felt almost numb, as he sagged into the bed. He tried to catch his breath, was panting raggedly- and he felt Tim’s hand press to his chest. “Hey,
hey
,” Tim whispered, “slow. We’ve got you. We’re here.” He pushed gently, forcing Bruce to exhale- kept his hand firm for a moment, before relenting, allowing him to inhale again. Bruce choked when Dick pulled out of him, but managed to not lose his breath again, as the oldest crawled up the bed, curled up along Bruce’s side. Jason stretched out on his other, wasn’t done peppering him with kisses, as Tim straddled one of his thighs, was rubbing his chest affectionately now.
“I think we almost broke you,” Tim said, with a smile. Dick reached up, wiped at one of Bruce’s eyes, leaned in and kissed his cheek, whispered his love into Bruce’s ear. Bruce felt a warm shiver, crawling up his spine. But his heart rate was finally calming- had been so high it felt like he was jumping off a mountain top. He relaxed, heard Jason whisper
I’ve got you B
, as he draped an arm over his belly, snuggled in, tangled his legs with the one that Tim wasn’t seated on.
Bruce let his eyes fall shut, enjoyed being bracketed in by Dick and Jason, both showering him with the sort of affection he had always given them, after he’d made them come so many times they had been nearly delirious.
And despite his eyes being closed, he knew Tim was watching- taking in each breath to ensure Bruce didn’t ramp himself up again, didn’t hyperventilate. Watching for the moment Bruce was
just
calm enough to be broken again.
Bruce knew they weren’t done. The night was
so young
, and he was still
theirs.