I don't have the time right now but if i DID i would push my JayTimCass agenda in the form of Omegaverse where beta Tim has pretty much sworn off dating other secondary sexes because there's a lot of nuance he just doesn't understand and he always ends up putting his foot in his mouth with his Alpha and Omega partners or doing the wrong thing or not saying the right thing. It's just too much for him and there are always so many fluids involved so he just sticks to dating betas.
So sometime after BruceQuest after he and Cass are both in Gotham for more than a month at a time they end up falling together and are like. The perfect beta couple. The type of couple that is so in sync with each other's thoughts and ideas and ALSO are constantly asked if they're twins.
And Jason is DOWN BAD for Tim but also he's an Alpha/Omega (idc) and Tim only dates betas and also he is already in a long term committed relationship obviously he wouldn't be interested
and then I need some shenanigans to happen where maybe he has to crash at their apartment for an extended period of time and Cass is like "lmao? you wanna fuck my mate so bad it makes you look stupid. Don't worry sweaty, ill help :)"
anyways the goal is just to give Jason two loving attentive beta partners <3
Jason loves Tim and Cass. The fact that he somehow managed to win their forgiveness and friendship is a miracle and he'll never be sure how he managed it. He won't let himself expect or hope for anything more.
Tim and Cass have been trying to date Jason for months and he refuses to get it. But he's not rejecting them either. Maybe it's time to put forth their suit in a way that even the most oblivious omega cannot miss. Looks like it's time to craft the perfect courting gifts.
Day 1: Courting Jewelry, Mating Chase
Day 3: Mating Bonds Share Emotions
Day 5: Jason Is Insecure
Tags: Omega Jason Todd, Alpha Tim Drake, Alpha Cassandra Cain, Courting Rituals, Mating Rituals, Jewelry, Oblivious Jason Todd, Pining Tim Drake, Pining Cassandra Cain, Falling In Love, Good Parent Bruce Wayne
Word Count: 7.1k (chapter 1)
@flipwizardstarlight are co-writing a fic for this event. It'll be six chapters total and the first 3 are completely written and will be posted this week. The rest is fully plotted and partially written.
Chapter 1 is SFW, but it will become explicit in later chapters (*cough*three&six*cough*)
i feel like this is how Jason feels about both Tim and Cass bc they're both self-sacrificing idiots and they are bad for his blood pressure
(linked post) oh YES you're so right. the number of times both Tim and Cass have walked into a mission fully believing they would die and being okay with it makes me unwell. and it'd so deeply piss Jason off to have them constantly try to kill themselves over this thankless job. they're so noble and he loves them for it but man do they get on his nerves. atp Jason should keep both of them on a leash.
i think it's especially fun from the angle that Jason has died and doesn't want either of them to have to go through that too. bc he wouldn't really have any clue that Cass has died and been revived by the Lazarus Pit too, it's not like she broadcasts it. and for Cass her death was never a big deal and bc of that she never takes death as seriously as she should when she faces death down. Jason thinks it's a very cruel irony that Cass and Tim have the most headstrong morals about killing and yet they're the *most* self sacrificial of the whole Batfam. it reminds me if that BruDick panel where Bruce very angrily tells Dick that Dick trying to kill himself still goes against the killing rule and it's just as bad? like that being the argument *Jason* of all ppl has to resort to is so good. he never thought he'd be arguing *for* a no kill rule but if it makes them listen then fuck it.
i also think it's fun if Jason goes to questionable lengths to stop Tim and Cass from going out when they're hurt, or going on missions that would get themselves killed. Cass wants to face down Shiva? Jason is drugging her and tying her to their bed. Tim has a concussion and three cracked ribs? Jason's straight-up handcuffing TIm to Jason's wrist so he can keep an eye on him. bc he loves them. he does not trust them. loving them means knowing he can never trust them and he has to go to any lengths to keep them alive. and he will not listen to them argue about it whatsoever. sometimes love comes with control, yk. it's such good food.
AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH âLet me ride you.â for... jaycass :"O
ahhh thank you so much for the prompt <3
so, initially i wasn't sure what to do for this one, but then yesterday, i read a post from @deepwithintheabyss, and, uh. well. later that night i wrote the first 300 words for this <3
it ended up being jaytimcass instead of just jaycass, and uhhh. somehow it spiraled into a little over 4k of... pure smut. featuring: established jaytim with dom tim and sub jay having a threesome with dom cass <3
oh, and a tiny bit of incest, because in one line tim does call cass his sister<3
same day edit: some rephrasing, sentence restructures, and some clarifications added in certain spots. nothing major has changed, though, so if you've read it already you don't need to reread <3
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Tim and Cass (and to a lesser extent, Steph) share everything. Thatâs just a fact. Clothes, safe houses, gear, food, showers, toothbrushesâ
âand sexual partners.
Albeit, Jasonâs more than that to Tim. Tim loves him, wholeheartedly, whichâeverything heâs ever seen and read says that should mean he wants to keep Jason all to himself.
And he does. Mostly. With one little exception.
Tim loves him, adores him, and that means⊠he wants desperately to share him with Cass. Not all the time, or even frequently, but. Sheâs such a part of him that it feels only natural for her to share in this too, even if itâs only once.
Which is the only reason he brings it up to Jason at all.
Jasonâs response is a quick and emphatic no. Tim doesnât pout or pleadâhe takes the rejection gracefully, kissing his cheek and reassuring him that no is a complete sentence, and if heâs not comfortable, thatâs okay. Tim still loves him, heâs not upset.(Maybe, privately, a bit disappointed, but he knows better than to say that.)
Heâs pretty sure thatâs the end of it.
Until Jason brings it up again, later. The image, the thought, hasnât left his mind, and⊠tentatively, heâs willing to try it.Â
Which brings them to now. Here. In Timâs bedroom, the lights low, the three of them stripped to their underwear. Cass hangs back for now, perched to the side, watching.
Tim straddles Jasonâs thighs. It splays his legs wide open, the kind of stretch that might burn a little if he wasnât as flexible as he is. Heâs got both hands buried in Jasonâs hair, tipping his head back so he can kiss him hard and deepâfucking his mouth with his tongue.
Jason moans under him, hands resting on Timâs hips. Spit smears around their mouths, dripping down their chins. Itâs wet and messy and good, especially with how lax Jasonâs mouth is. If Timâs own tongue wasnât in the way, heâs sure Jasonâs would be hanging out like a dog.
God.
Heâs so good. Part of Tim wants to glance over at Cass, ask with his eyes, Do you see this? Do you see how beautiful he is for me? But he doesnât, because right now, this is about Jason.
About getting him comfortable and aroused and ready for Cass to join them.
He plunges his tongue as far in Jasonâs mouth as itâll go, straining his frenulum in the process. Itâs worth it for the noise Jason makes; for the flex of Jason hands on his hips. Fuck. Tim loves how strong he is, how easily he could manhandle him if he really wanted to.
How he doesnât, because he wants Tim to manhandle him instead. (And Tim does, and can, because he may be small, but heâs strong.) He wants to be good. And thatâ
Itâs heady.
He tugs Jasonâs hair with one hand, drawing a delicious noise from him. His other hand slips down, gliding over Jasonâs neck, shoulder, to grip at his bicep. The muscle is pliant under his hands; squishing easily when he kneads at it. Under the fat and lose muscle, though⊠Solid as rock. That makes Tim moan, licking into Jasonâs mouth one more time before pulling back.
The lack of air is making him dizzy.
Jason, too, he thinks, judging by the way he blinks blearily at Tim, sucking in a deep lungful of air like heâd forgotten he was supposed to be breathing. Itâs cute. Cuter still is the high noise Jason makes when Tim attacks his neck with lips and teeth and tongue. He refreshes old, faded markings before moving down, down.
He slides his other hand from Jasonâs hair nowâdown his neck, over his shoulder and down to his collarbone, where itâs joined by the other. He cups Jasonâs pecs in his hands. They fit in his palms almost like tits, fat and relaxed muscle plush and soft as he kneads with his fingers.
Jasonâs moan is high and sweet.
It gets higher, sweeter, when Tim wraps his mouth around a nipple.
He usually likes to start slow. Soft. But he knows Cassâs mood tonight is neither of those things. Patient as sheâs being, thereâs an antsiness in her. Tim had offered to reschedule, butâŠ
Heâd known by the look in her eye what his sister wanted. He also knew that Jason was more than capable of rising to the occasion, regardless of how Tim chose to prep him. Still. Tim was going to get him used to it now, starting by sucking hard on his nipple⊠and following that with a scrape of his teeth.
Jason shudders, his skin pebbling with bumps, a sweet little whimper in his voice.
He hears Cass shift. Chances a quick glance over at her, and nearly smiles at what he sees, the way her gaze has gotten more intense. More interested. He canât blame her. Jason really does make such lovely sounds.
It motivates Tim to draw more from him. He plays with Jasonâs nipples until the man is shying under his touchâthen, he leaves a ring of bruises around his pecs, loving the way he squirms.
Tim can feel Jasonâs hips working. Small, minute shifts, seeking friction. His cock strains at his briefsâtight, black, with a little bit of red lace trim. Tim presses the heel of his palm against it, letting Jason grind on it.
It makes him pant, open mouthed, body trembling with each breath. When Tim takes his hand away, he whimpers again, looking at him with wide, pleading eyes. A glossy sheen of tears coats them, starting to gather in the corners.
Adorable.
Tim kisses his nose, and shoves at his shoulders. Jason goes, falling back into the bed willingly. He looks up at Tim with the sweetest expressionâneedy and wanting and so so adoring. Tim loves him.
Jason lifts his hips obediently when Tim hooks his fingers in the waistband of his briefs. They look so good on him itâs almost a shame to take them off, but. Tim knows for a fact whatâs underneath is far prettier. He tugs them down his legs and tosses them toward the hamper.
Tim skims his fingers up the underside of Jasonâs cock, watching the way he shudders; bumps pebbling on his skin. The flesh of him is hot under Timâs fingersâprecome saturates the head, drooling down the shaft. Tim swipes his finger through it, and sticks it in his mouth, ignoring the needy whimper Jason makes, instead humming, pleased, at the feeling of salt on his tongue.
âGrip the headboard, Jayâ Good boy. Knees up for me, yes, just like that, thatâs beautiful.â Tim reachesâCass hands him the pillow he was looking for, and he thanks her with a brief smile. Jason blinks at her, like heâd forgotten she was hereâand then smiles, shyly.
Cass smiles back, ghosting her fingers over the underside of his thigh. Jason shivers, arms twitching. Before Tim can ask, heâs raising his hips, letting Tim slip the pillow under them.
Cass hands him the lube next.
Tim cups Jasonâs balls. Lifts them to expose his perineum, and drizzles lube over it, letting it dribble down to Jasonâs hole. Jason flinches, keens. The headboard creaks under his grip, his hands twisting around it.
He stays where he was put, though, even as tears trickle down his temples. Cass hums, pressing up against Timâs back, stroking over Jasonâs calf as she hooks her chin over Timâs shoulder.
Tim rolls his balls in his palm in rewardâJason shudders, head tipping back with a soft moan. Then Tim lets them go so he can slick up two of his fingers. He circles them around Jasonâs rim, massaging the muscle. The muscles in Jasonâs thighs twitch as they quiver. His belly jumps.
Tim pushes in with his index finger; just to the first knuckle. He keeps rubbing his rim with forefinger, biting back a smile as Jason fights to stay still. His cock drools, dripping onto his abdomen. Cass pets over Timâs belly, humming as she watches. Her other hand is still tracing patterns over Jasonâs calf.
He pushes in to the second knuckle, rubbing at Jasonâs walls. Jason is hot around him, his passage silken. He pumps his finger once, twiceâthen withdraws. Jason whimpers, though it cuts off sharply when Tim plunges back in with both fingers, to the second knuckle. Jason clenches around him, wiggling his hips, a needy, plaintive sound in his throat.
Tim works his fingers, quickly working his fingers in to the third knuckle. Jasonâs passage spasms around him, as if he can milk his fingers.
âNeedy,â Cass says.Â
Tim hums in agreement, and Jason whines, pouting at them both. The pout drops off his face when Tim crooks his fingers, rubbing over his prostate. Jasonâs lashes flutter, mouth open in an O, more tears rolling down his face as he whimpers. His hips twitch a little, like he can ride Timâs fingers.
The angleâs not good enough, though, and heâs forced to simply take what Tim gives him.
When Tim adds a third finger, Jason keens again, bucking, hands straining against the headboard. He can feel Cassâs breathing deepen, feel the way her hand presses down on his belly, the way she presses closer against his back.
âTaking me so well,â Tim croons as he stretches Jason open. He tears his eyes away from Jasonâs face to watch his hole, the way it swallows Timâs fingers. Such a pretty sight. He hums to himself.
Tim keeps teasing him, massaging his prostate, stretching his walls, until Jason is sniffling, crying, sweet, desperate sounds falling from his mouth. Then, Tim takes pity. Cass slicks up the plug Tim had set out, passing it to him when itâs ready. Tim withdraws his fingers. Jason doesnât even have time to whine before Tim is rubbing the base of the plug against his hole.
Itâs a little thicker than even three of Timâs fingersâhe watches Jasonâs hole stretch to accommodate it, enjoys the way he strains, arching up off the bed, sweet little cries leaving him.
Tim rocks it until heâs sure itâs nestled right against his prostate. Then he pats Jasonâs thigh. âGood boy,â he praises.
Jason sniffles at him, widening his eyes, pleading silently.
Cass laughs sweetly in Timâs ear.
âNot yet." His cock throbs at the way Jasonâs face drops. He holds his hand out automatically, accepting the final toy from Cassâa cock ring.
Jason whimpers at the sight of it, but he doesnât put up a fuss when Tim works it over him, fixing it to the base of Jason's cock. He kisses the tip, precome smearing on his lips, and pets Jasonâs flanks.
âAlright, sweetheart,â he says. âYou just relax for me. Deep breathsâjust like that, very good. Keep your hands on the headboard for me.â He cards his fingers through the hair on Jasonâs belly a few times, watching as Jason does what heâs told, eyes fluttering shut.
When some of the tension has eased from his shoulders, Tim moves, sliding up to sit next to Jasonâs head, leaning back against the headboard. Cass crawls after him, her movements graceful and languid like a predator. Jason, eyes open again, watches her with wide eyes. She straddles Timâs thighs and twins her arms around his neck, toying with the short hairs at his nape, making him shiver minutely. Tim cups her hips, stroking his thumbs over the v leading to her groin.
âHi,â he murmurs.
âHi,â she echoes, mouth twitching. The light in her eyes is dancing with amusement and anticipation. Tim tips his head back as Cass kisses him; mouths moving in perfect sync, tongues slipping and sliding together wetly, neither of them taking more from the other than theyâre given. Push and pullâback and forth. A dance Tim thinks both of them were born knowing the steps to.
The headboard creaks. Jason whines pleadingly.
They ignore him.
Timâs hands smooth up Cassâs rib cage, counting each bone under her skin before palming her breasts. He knows Cass doesnât usually wear a braâthat the lacy thing cupping them is for their benefit alone. He plays with her nipples through the fabric, enjoying the way she rolls her hips against him in return.
When she nips his tongue, he goes for the band, unhooking it with practiced ease. Cass shrugs it off, tossing it carelessly over her shoulder.
The headboard creaks again as Jason makes a soft, plaintive sound. Tim smiles into Cassâs mouth before she breaks the kiss. This time, itâs her turn. She pays only a little attention to his chestâpinching his nipples until he squirms. Then she focuses on other things, spaces of his body that Tim had never known were sensitive until she found them. His side, his stomach, even spots on his back. Cass works them all while Tim holds onto her hips and moans.
It drives Jason crazy beside them. Tim can hear him squirming. Hear the sweet, needy sounds he makes. Can picture the way tears fall on his cheeks. It would be so easy for him to look over, to see it for himself, but.
Ignoring him while they put on a show will drive him that much crazier. And Tim loves to drive Jason crazy.
Timâs turn again. He kisses Cassâs neck, using far less teeth than he had on Jason and leaving no marks. His hands roam her body, mapping out the places that make her squirm, make her breathing hitch, make her even moan. Itâs always a treat, getting a sound from Cass. Sheâs so silent. (Tim likes that too, though: reading her pleasure from breath and expression alone.)
They donât stop until both of them are leaking through their underwear; damp spots where their arousal pools the thickest.
Tim discards hisâCass does the same above him, both of them tossing them carelessly. He turns to Jason again, finally, finding him watching them. Heâs just as Tim pictured; face rosy red, tears glistening in his eyes and on his cheeks, hands twisting around the headboard, grip white-knuckled. A pearly pool of precome glitters on his stomach.
Tim strokes his cheek with his knuckles, stopping to cup his jaw, thumb catching over his full bottom lip. Jasonâs lips wrap around the tip, suckling., looking up at Tim with wide, pleading eyes.
Tim smiles at him. âGood boy,â he praises. âBeing so patient, keeping your hands where I told you⊠Do you think you can keep being good for me?â
Jason nods, immediately, curls falling into his eyes.
Tim brushes them back to plant a kiss on his forehead. âOf course you can,â he croons. He takes a condom off the bedside table, sitting up. He works his hand over Jasonâs cock, gentle, making sure itâs thoroughly coated in pre before he rolls it on. He can hear the way Jasonâs breath hitches in anticipation. âYouâre gonna stay nice and still, and let her ride you, arenât you?â
Jasonâs breath hitches, and he nods again; quick, sharp jerks. âYes. Please. Pleasepleaseplease.â
Tim strokes his face, fingertips skimming over his jaw. He looks over at Cass, nodding, giving her the go ahead.
Sheâs all languid limbs when she climbs over Jason, settling onto his thighs. Tim lies on his side, ignoring his own erection in favor of propping his head up with one hand, and trailing the other over Jasonâs chest, twirling his fingertips through the wiry curls.
Cass wraps her hand around Jasonâs cockâlooking pale and small against his cock. The contrast makes his fingers itch for a camera. She rubs the tip through her folds, eyes heavy-lidded, mouth parted.
The headboard jerks under Jasonâs grip, knocking against the wall. Tim kisses his jaw. Cass teases Jason for a moment moreâTim can see her eyes glittering under her lashes, the twitch at her mouth that shows just how much sheâs enjoying the sounds Jason makes.
And thenâŠ
Cass slams down, taking Jason to the root with a single thrust.
He shoutsâTim is half worried the headboard is going to snap under his hands. It doesnât. Instead, it slams back against the wall again; a loud sound that makes him glad he doesnât have neighbors. Jasonâs chest heaves, his arms shake.
Cass sets a hard, brutal pace. Tim can barely hear her soft grunts under Jasonâs cries. She switches back and forth between riding him and grinding on him, rubbing her clit against him. Fat tears roll down Jasonâs face; his skin is flushed from head to chest. His tongue lolls out of his mouthâTim canât resist plunging two fingers between his lips.
Heâs rewarded by Jason sucking; cheeks hollowing, swallowing around them. Tim pets his tongue idly, turning back to watch Cass.
He can tell the moment she comesâclamping tight around Jasonâs cock, her movements stilling. Jason lets out a strangled cry, teeth grazing over Tim's skin. Cass's head tips back, chest thrust forward. She still looks so composed; only a slight flush on her skin; the barest sheen of sweat.
She isn't still for long. Bending backwards, reaching for the remote at the foot of the bed. Jasonâs brow furrows in confusion at the sight of itâuntil she presses the button, and the plug in his ass buzzes to life. Jasonâs breath hitches. He whines needily around Timâs fingers. He pumps them, fucking Jasonâs mouth properly, watching the way his eyelids droop. He pants, breath hot and humid.
Tim brushes his mouth against Jasonâs ear. âSuch a good boy, letting her use you like this,â he whispers. âLetting her use that pretty cock of yours to make herself come. A sweet little toy for her.â
Jason moans around his fingers, shivering, looking up at Tim through his lashes. His sucks turn more insistent, and Tim chuckles. âDo you need something more in your mouth, baby?âÂ
Jason whines, nodding. Tim drags himself back up, moving until Jasonâs head and shoulders are pillowed on his legs. He takes his fingers, wiping them on Jasonâs cheek. He feeds Jason his cock.
Tim will never tire of Jasonâs mouth. His body is a furnace, running a few degrees hotter than everyone elseâs. He feels molten and soft around Timâs flesh, and when he sucksâ
Stars dance in Timâs eyes.
He pets Jasonâs face, deepening his breaths to try and keep them even. Jason moans, whines, cries around Timâs cockâbut he never, ever stops sucking and licking, doing his best to bob his head, and staring up at Tim, hazy-eyed and adoring. He soaks up ever stroke of Tim's hand like he's starving for it.
If Tim was even a fraction less horny it would make his heart ache. As it isâhe just gets harder, belly tight and hot.
He's nearly undone when Cass comes againâJason's mouth tightening around him, moaning long and low, the sound vibrating around his cock.
Tim reaches out with his other handâCass takes it, tangling their fingers together. Sheâs showing signs of exertion now, sweat glittering and glistening on her skin. As beautiful now as she is on stage, arms raised in a perfect pirouette.
She squeezes Timâs hand.
Tim squeezes back. He taps Jasonâs cheek with the other, getting his attention. âYouâre going to make Cass come one more time, baby,â he says. âAnd then you get a reward, alright?â
Jason hums, blinking slowly up at him in acknowledgement. His lashes are clumped with tears, eyes rimmed with red. Tim strokes a finger down the line of his nose, over his bulging cheek.
Cassâs pace is slower this timeâher hips rolling. Her breaths quicken, quiet moans tumbling from her mouth. The movements of Jasonâs mouth grow clumsier; too focused on Cass. Tim doesnât mind. He is too.
When Cassâs stomach starts to tighten, the muscles flexing, showing off her abs, Tim lets go of her hand, rising up a little to pull her into a kiss over Jasonâs head. He hears, feels, Jason groansâthe vibrations make him moan. A particularly hard thrust has Cass tensing, then coming with a sigh, melting against Timâs mouth.
She pats his cheek when she pulls away, smiling at him, eyes hazy and face pink, looking far more relaxed than when they started. Tim smiles to see it. She slips off of Jason, resting on his other side, curling her legs under her.Â
Tim eases his cock from Jasonâs mouthâwhen he whimpers, Cass replaces it with her fingers. Jasonâs eyes blow wide in surprise, and then he sucks eagerly. Cass smiles down at him.
Tim settles between his legs, cupping his balls lifting them as if he's testing the weight of them before making a low, sympathetic noise. "Aw, poor baby. You're so full. I bet it hurts, doesn't it?"
Jason whines around Cassâs fingers. Tim is sure he would be begging to come if he could speakâespecially when Tim rolls them in his palm, rubbing them with his fingertips. Jason thrashes his head, his hips moving in short, aborted jerks as he tries to stay still, like Tim asked.
âWhat do you think, Cass?â Tim asks, contemplatively. âHas he earned it?â
Cass hums, her mouth quirking on one side. âHasnât made you come yet,â she points out, to Jasonâs distress. Idly, she starts circling one of his nipples with her free hand. Tim watches his chest jerk, both up and away.
Tim lets his eyes widen, pretending surprise. âYouâre right. He hasnât. Thatâs not really fair, is it Jay?â he asks, and Jason whines, pouting around Cassâs fingers. Heâs so cute, with his curls falling into those big, pleading eyes, glassy with lust and tears.
Ignoring him, Tim hums contemplatively. âAlthough... I did promise him a reward for making you come again." He pets Jason's thigh, cocking his head like he's thinking. âHm⊠I suppose for your reward, darling, Iâll take this off for you.â Tim eases the cock ring from him, and lets it fall on the bed beside them. âBut if you want to comeâŠâ He grabs the base of the plug, Cass turning it off as pulls it out. âYouâre going to have to do it on my cock. Think you can do that?â
Jason nods, frantically. His cheeks have hollowed, and Tim knows heâs got to be sucking Cassâs fingers like a champ. He can see her moving slightly, probably petting his tongue.
Tim lets the plug drop on the bed with the cock ring. He grabs the lube again. Hisses at the cold liquid on his heated flesh before he strokes himself, smearing it everywhere. He doesnât bother with a condom; just lines himself up with Jasonâs hole, lifting up one of Jasonâs legs and pushing it toward his chest.Â
With one snap of his hips, he buries himself to the hilt.
Jason sobs. His cock and balls twitch, a spurt of precome splattering on his skin. He tightens beautifully around Tim, making him snarl at the tight, wet heat of him.
Cass hums, watching with dark eyes. She presses her mouth against Jasonâs temple and whispers, just loud enough for Tim to hear, âBeautiful.â
The praise makes Jason shake, sobbing again. Cass brushes hair from his forehead, looking from him to Tim, clear approval in her eyes. Keep him, she tells him silently, without so much as moving her lips.
I intend to, Tim says back, snapping his hips again. Jason keens.
Cass keeps petting Jason, touch firm and soothing, letting him suck on her fingers as Tim fucks him. He uses the same pace as Cass, right at the very start. Hard and punishing, slowing occasionally to roll his hips, angling for Jasonâs prostate.
It doesnât take very long at all for Jason to come. Especially not when Cass starts teasing his tit againâscraping a nail over his tight, puckered nipple.
Tim has to hold his hips and Cass his shoulders to keep him from arching completely off the bed, mouth hanging open in a silent shout. He paints his own chest with comeâTim helps him, massaging his balls and perineum while fucking him shallowly.
When Jason collapses, he looks half passed out.Â
Tim pets his flanks, giving both of them a moment to catch their breaths and then... he keeps going, chasing his own bliss in the tight heat of Jason's body.
Cass drags three fingers through Jasonâs comeâexamines them curiously, tilting them in the light. Then, she slips her fingers from Jason's mouth, holding up the ones covered in his come instead. Jason swallows them down without hesitation, moaning when he tastes himself on her fingers, and thatâ
Thatâs when Tim spills, deep inside him. He feels Jason shudder, hears his quiet moan, feels the way he clenches around him. He clenches tighter when Tim pulls out, as if he can hold him inside, but Tim ignores him. A line of come follows his cock; Tim scoops it up with his fingers, stuffs it back inside, using them to keep him plugged while he snags the plug. He uses his come to slick the plug before working back inside him. As soon as it's settled, Jason sighs sweetly, relaxing back against the mattress, suckling contentedly on Cass's fingers.
Tim crawls up to the headboard, settling down on Jason's other side. He strokes Jason's cheek. "You can let go of the headboard now, sweetheart," he whispers. Jason blinks up at him. It takes him a second to comply, and when he does, it's slow, finger-by-finger before he lowers his arms. Cass slips her fingers from his mouth, then; she and Tim each taking one of his arms, massaging them. Jason hums, low and rumbly like a purr.
Tim raises Jason's hand to his mouth, turning it to kiss his palm before threading their fingers together. "Very well done, sweetheart. You were so good for us, thank you."
Jason shivers, blinking sleepily at him, a little smile on his mouth.
Cass sweeps Jason's bangs from his face again so she can kiss his forehead. "Good boy," she tells him when she comes back up. Jason blinks at her, wide-eyed with surprise. Then he flushes, smiling shyly at her. She smiles back, sweetly, patting his cheek before leaning over him.
Tim meets her halfway, sighing into her slow, languid kiss.
They say sharing is caring, and right now, Tim couldnât agree more.
