#arthurhal

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Hear me out on Oliver x Barry x Hal...

Or maybe Oliver x Arthur x Barry x Hal idk go wild let Hal be loved because he deserves that tbh

Hal tries his best to stop himself from twitching away, knowing that the eager hands will just pull him back down. But he's barely able to keep it together for much longer, so sensitive, so spent. He gasps when they switch again, and gasps when one of them leans down to close his mouth around Hal's nipple, adding more teeth marks to the mix.

"Guys..." he sighs, letting his eyes flutter closed, and Oliver's chuckle goes straight to his softening cock. "I can't..."

Barry doesn't let him finish. He's hovering over him, looking at him with his big blue puppy dog eyes, a small pout on his lips.

"For me?" he asks, and Hal shivers, hips twitching into a half circle when Oliver pushes three fingers inside him. "I know you can give us more, Hal. Please?"

"Don't worry," Oliver says, curling his fingers just so and making Hal twitch more, "he doesn't need to be hard right now. Don't you, baby?"

Hal's tempted to snap his legs shut. But he's a team player, and he doesn't.

"Mmn," he concedes, and when they don't keep going he realizes they're waiting for actual words of confirmation. "Yes," Hal sighs, smiling, "I want more."

Barry beams at him, kissing him on the lips before trailing his lips down Hal's neck and back to his reddened nipples. Oliver's fingers are moving again, thrusting slowly, keeping him full. It's heaven, almost. As close to heaven as Hal can get.

Until the door to the spare bedroom opens, and maybe this is why they weren't supposed to have a threesome while in the Watchtower.

"Arthur, my man!" Oliver exclaims with none of the surprise Hal and Barry are feeling. "So nice of you to join us at last!"

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Hal's face is bright red when Arthur brings his knees up to his shoulders, folding him in half and—

"Stop that," Hal groans, shuddering, but he's hard as a rock and has precum dripping onto his own chest thanks to the position and gravity working wonders together. "Stop that! I know you're looking at my asshole!"

"You shaved," is all the reason Arthur gives him for his staring. It's true, though. Hal's completely shaven between his cheeks.

His hole is also currently still loose and stretched, puckering uselessly, glistening with the copious amounts of lube Arthur used on him before getting to the fucking.

Hal tugs on the sheets under him. His ring shines bright green and it's only a second becore there's an emerald hand covering Hal's dick, balls and hole. Arthur glares at his lover from between his legs.

"Why are you hiding yourself?" From me, goes without saying.

"You're being weird!" Hal huffs, face even redder. "Who stares like that!"

Arthur narrows his eyes. "You shaved," he repeats, as if that makes perfect sense. It does.

"Well, yeah!" Hal's squirming again, now trying to slip out of Arthur's grasp but his legs are really going nowhere. "I like—"

"I don't mind hair."

Hal throws a pillow and it hits Arthur in the face. Perfect aim.

"I didn't do it thinking you'd like it! I do it for me!"

Arthur rewards attitude by doubling down. He puts more of his weight into his arms, hands squeezing the flesh under them where he’s holding Hal on the crook of his knees. It pushes them fully against Hal's chest, truly bending him in half.

"You should care about what I like. You're my lover."

Hal throws another pillow at Arthur's face. The fuck!