Really dirty but Jason and Tim should hold hands!!!
…. While they get fucked by Bruce and dick ofc ofc
mini fic under the readmore?
its short but its horny fair warning lmao
Tim didn't mean to grab Jason's hand- /really/.
He was just trying to get a better grip on the bed so he wouldn't keep being pushed up the mattress with each thrust of Dick's... well, dick.
Honestly, Tim had almost forgotten that Jason was even here. The other man barely made a sound himself- Tim's eyes pan up from their intertwined fingers to see Jason's slack jaw, his closed eyes, head thrown back- he looks like a dream- one of Tim's wet dreams. He thinks Jason needs another cock in him, with the way he's practically begging for it, but he cant be bothered to stop Dick, not with how good he's making them both feel right now. A thought for later.
Tim keeps looking at Jason, to the hand in his hair, all the way up to Bruce's face as he pounds into him. He's all concentration- it's not unlike how he'd look in the middle of a particularly tough sparring session. Tim isn't sure he'll ever be normal during spars with any of them ever again. Still, the damage is done, so he follows the lines of Bruce's chest down to where he's connected to Jason.
Their skin slapping together sounds obscene when Tim is actually watching this closely- Bruce certainly isn't going easy on him, harsh thrusts have already left Jason's ass red where Bruce's hips are pounding into it, light bruises are already showing up on Jason's hip where Bruce's other hand is yanking back on him, and that's to say nothing of the way Bruce is talking to Jason- rapidly flipping between calling him sweet nothings and telling him what a perfect cocksleeve he is.
It holds Tim's attention until a slap on his ass and a yank of his hair forces it back to Dick. Jason's eyes finally open and dart to Tim as he yelps at the sudden treatment.
Tim doesn't hold eye contact for much longer though- his turn to close his eyes as Dick pulls more on his hair, forcing his back to arch, shifting his angle and forcing him to remember who he's supposed to be paying attention to.
"C'mon, little brother, show them how pretty you sing for me- my little songbird- my Robin-"
Tim would be embarrassed to shoot off at just a few pet names if it were anyone else saying them. But Dick Grayson? Tim's hero? No- he'd come without being touched a hundred times if Dick said he wanted him to. And the hours of buildup didn't hurt either.
Either way, it just earns him even more praise when he practically screams at the feeling, clenching down and bringing Dick over the edge right along with him.
Tim ends up half crushed under Dick's weight afterwards, too tired to even try to complain- he just bears it, eyes drifting closed as he watches Bruce not even slow down despite the mess Jason has made of himself at the constant stimulation. It's a nice sight to fall asleep to, for both Tim and Dick.












