But He Will Be

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ship: Tim Drake/Kon El
words: 1.1k
content: cheating, seduction, somnophilia

Tim opened his eyes. 

Jon was out like a light on the other side of the bed. 

Then who was touching him? Who was—?

Tim gasped, registering how hard he was, how cold his legs were without the covers or his pajama pants, and how hot the cock pushing between his ass-cheeks was. Mouth covered by someone's strong hand, he looked over his shoulder. 

Kon watched him intensely, rolling his hips so that his cock pushed against Tim's tightly clenched rim, still slick with lube from when Jon had fucked him earlier. "Say you don't want it, and I'll let you go."

The hand around his mouth had barely let go when Tim blurted out. "Oh god, please fuck me."

Kon didn't need any further encouragement. Next thing Tim knew, he was being rolled from his side onto his stomach and penetrated, Kon's dick thicker than Jon's, sliding in with a sting.

"You're wearing a condom, right?" Tim gasped as he spread his knees wide across Jon's blue cotton sheets.

"Of course not," said Kon and covered Tim's mouth back up with his hand, fucking him slow and steady with a sharp thrust at the end of each push inside. 

Whimpering slightly at the idea of being fucked bareback for the first time, Tim's hips curled up off the bed without his conscious intention. Ass up in the air like this, the small of his back started to get tired quickly, but Kon's thrusts were too demanding for him to lower his hips back down. He whimpered into Kon's hand, eyeing Jon in fear, but his boyfriend kept sleeping soundly, completely oblivious of the world around him. He wasn't even being jostled by all the movement, and Tim remembered that Jon had one of those special mattresses that don't carry movement across. They'd tested it out once by jumping on one side of the mattress while a glass of coke stood on the other side, cheering and high fiving when the coke and the bed survived the ordeal without casualties.

What was happening? Why was it happening? Since when did Kon like guys? He'd dated pretty much every girl in school, twice, and now he was fucking Tim? It just didn't make any sense. Tim was very fond of Jon, but if he'd known Kon was an option on the menu, he would have ordered him years ago.

Kon seemed to also notice that Jon wasn't being jostled about and gripped Tim tighter to fuck him harder, filling the room with the reckless sound of skin slapping on skin, and leaving Tim gasping at the rough treatment.

Still Jon slept on.

So Tim reached down and jerked off, already so close.

Finishing first, Kon's hand clenched over Tim's face painfully, and Tim stroked himself furiously to the sensation of Kon's cock twitching inside him, imagining all the come he was being filled with and how messy it would be when it dripped out of him.

He came so hard his arms and legs shook as he started crying into Kon's hand.

xxx

Tim excused himself to go to the bathroom. 

"Do you want us to pause the movie?" asked Mr. Kent.

"No, no, I've seen it before. Don't worry."

He was passing the laundry room when a hand reached out and dragged him in.

"You want to tell me why you haven't broken it off with my brother yet?"

Oh god. There was nothing in this world quite like being pressed against the wall by the absolute stud that was Kon Kent.

"Do you have any idea how awkward that would be?" Tim asked, already spreading his legs as Kon rubbed him through his jeans. "I'd pretty much never be able to show my face at your house again. Your parents like me right now."

"They'll like you more if they find out you broke up with their son rather than if they learn you're cheating on him. With their other son," Kon pointed out, flipping him around to face the wall and unbuttoning Tim's jeans as he kissed his neck. "Gonna suck either way, but one of them's clearly the better option. No one to blame but yourself for getting yourself into this mess and dating my brother instead of manning up and asking me out."

"HOw is this my fault?" Tim asked, moaning as his pants were pulled down. Jon never took the lead  like this. "You're the one who was dating fucking girl in school instead of just telling me you were into me. What was I supposed to think? And you could have just told me you liked me like a normal person instead of trying to fuck me in my sleep."

Kon had made short work of lubing up and pushed in, leaving Tim to catch up and try to relax to accommodate him. Fooling around with Kon was equal parts totally humiliating and absolutely thrilling with how willing Tim was to be used as a come dump any time Kon was horny. As Kon picked up the pace, Tim tried to wrap his hand around his dick, only to be stopped and have his wrists pinned to the laundry room wall next to his head.

"I don't think so. You've run out of free orgasm passes. You don't get to come anymore until you're officially my boyfriend."

"Bullshit! Let go."

"Nope."

"Then pull the hell out!"

"No way."

Tim squirmed a little bit more, then gave up, too horny to stop himself from arching into it, wanting Kon deeper. He felt his dick bouncing ineffectively, desperate for a warm grip, and tried to imagine himself holding it to help him get off.

Kon came fast, like he always did whenever everyone else in the house was awake, and pulled out almost immediately, leaning his back on the wall next to Tim as he tried to catch his breath. 

He looked at him with dazed eyes as Tim got his bearings and pushed himself from the wall, suddenly a little shy to just stand here and masturbate as Kon watched.

"I'm serious, Tim. Break up with Jon this evening."

Pulling his fingers through his hair, Tim sighed. "Yeah, okay."

"Good."

The conversation apparently over, Kon kissed him on the lips, opened the laundry room door, and shoved him out into the hall, dick still hard, jeans around his ankles, and come leaking out of his ass.

Barely suppressing his indignant squawk, Tim ran for the bathroom, trying to pull up his pants.

Book Worms

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participants: Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, Jason Todd
words: 1.1k
content: tentacle monster, dubcon

"Come on in, the tentacles are warm."

Jason dropped his equipment bag, mouth agape. What the actual fuck were Tim and Damian doing? 

His two siblings sat… in a pool of limbs. Prehensile, undulating, turquoise limbs. Right in the middle of the manor library, where his usual favorite reading spot was.

He noted, upon closer observation, that male human abdomens were not meant to stretch like that. Both Tim and Damian were nursing large bellies that might have looked like pregnancies if not for the odd, unnerving writhing which was happening inside them and the obvious erections each of his brothers sported.

The question was, how the hell was he going to get them out of that tangle of tentacles? And also, he thought as he drew his guns, said tentacles were getting entirely too close to him for comfort.

He shot one, sidestepping another, then ran to the grand library windows, tearing a curtain free. Firing off a few more shots, he sheathed his guns and kept moving, ripping the curtain as it trailed behind him. The tentacles withdrew at being injured, but appeared to otherwise recover quickly, which was another problem to account for. He cursed himself for not having all his equipment on him. A graple would be helpful. Comms would be great. Where the hell were Alfred and Bruce? 

It didn't take him long, sticking to the edges of the library, to complete his makeshift rope. He dashed up a spiral staircase, and tying a paperweight to one end, tossed his lifeline to his siblings.

Tim stared at the paperweight and the attached strips of curtain blankly. Dmian didn't even notice it.

"C'mon. What the hell, you two?"

Whatever drugs that thing was pumping must have been something else. Jason looked around for another way to get to the two before it was too late without getting tangled up himself, and came face to face with a turquoise tendril. He barely had time to reach for his guns when it misted as a fine purple cloud right in his face.

The gun slipped from his fingers. Jason stumbled, trying to still keep his feet under him as he felt them losing strength. He barely made it two steps in the direction of the hall when he fell to his knees.

Muscular, smooth tentacles scooped him up.

With horror, Jason checked his voluntary movements and found each one fizzling out, leaving him incapacitated as he was pulled towards the center of the library.

"Tim," he called as he was brought close, "how the hell did this thing get here?"

Tim smiled peacefully, reaching out to stroke Jason's face. "Damian and I summoned it. A happy accident. Trust me, you'll love it."

And then Tim ws flipped over in the grip of he monster and Jason watched as Tim's anus was violated by a fourth thick appendage, trailing some thick and creamy-looking goo past the stretched rim. Tim moaned and hissed, "Yes,'' as a thick glob of it slid down his thigh.

Jason had his own problems however as his own clothes were stripped away with easy rips and tears. Jason's stomach turned a somersault as he watched his gun holsters be lifted off and casually tossed away. He tried again to struggle, but his limbs didn't move as ordered.

A soft tentacle circled his rim, then poked inside. Fine, this was about one of the worst things he could imagine happening to his day, but he still had an ace up his sleeve. Jason took a deep breath.

"Bruce!"

The name echoed around the library and faded to complete silence except for Tim giggling softly next to him. Jason tried yelling again, watching a second tentacle approach his rear as his legs were spread obscenely by other appendages. 

"You're right. I think Father would appreciate this," Damian finally spoke up, looking relaxed and even somewhat bored as he watched his stomach writhe and distend. "I don't have my comms or I would contact him myself."

Jason had to bite down a moan as the second appendage grew in girth from the small little finger-sized tip to wider than a dick. A moan?

He froze as he looked between his legs.

He was getting hard.

Not even registering pleasure mentally, it occurred to him that all of his body felt not just limp, but relaxed and pleasant. Shaking his head mentally if not physically, Jason tried to think clearly. What were his options?

But thinking clearly was easier said than done and he found himself watching with morbid interest as the appendages in Tim's ass pulled out, leaving his hole gaping wide and dropping globs of thick creamy substance. Tim turned and ran a finger through some of the goo that stuck to his leg, putting the finger in his mouth and humming contentedly.

"Wait, Tim, you can move?"

Damian snorted. "Of course we can move. You'll be able to move soon too. Just wait until it fills you with its seed and you'll be free."

"You're not free."

Damian sat up. "I'm perfectly free, Todd. I can do anything I want."

"Then leave!"

Tim rolled over closer to him across the thick mass of writing turquoise limbs and leaned down to kiss him. PUlling away he smiled down at Jason. "Leave where? It's so nice here. Look, it's almost ready to fill you too."

Jason looked down again as Tim placed his hand on Jan's stomach and reeled in horror. HOw much time had passed? His stomach had swelled up to almost half the size of Tim's and was writhing just as much. He could no longer see his own dick, nor see how many tentacles had wormed their way inside him. When had the monster done all this? How had he not felt it? If he focused, he could sense that his entire rim stung, stretched to capacity and perhaps further. And he could sense how queasy he felt with a belly full of something malicious and moving. 

But if he didn't focus, everything just felt… nice.

And it was getting so hard to focus.

Suddenly, he saw the size of his belly surge under Tim's gentle hold, the mass inside him wriggling and swelling, and his vision blanked. He felt himself coming, thrusting up into open air. A warm hand wrapped around him, and he cracked an eye open to see Tim's pleasant and blank expression watching him with affection.

"See?"

And Jason did see.

As euphoria spread out from his belly and gave him back his strength, Jason saw for the first time that there's nowhere he'd rather be.

Carrot and Knot

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ship: m!Cassandra Cain/Duke Thomas/Tim Drake/Damian Wayne
words: 1.2k
content: alpha/alpha, knotting

Cass was quite proud of the other Bats. 

They never had the same start she did in life or have the same opportunities to achieve excellence. Which is all for the best because she wouldn't wish that level of isolation on anyone. But they've overcome their late start in life and really improved in leaps and bounds since she formulated their new training methodology.

Still panting harshly, she pulled her knot out of Duke's tight grip, savoring the way the rim pulsed around the length of her dick, trying to pull her back in. Duke lay limp and exhausted under her, come spilling prodigiously out of his reamed out asshole as she sat up and looked at the training room's doorway, where Tim stood nervously, hands subconsciously clasped behind him, over his pert ass.

 Like that would stop her. He'd have to fight for his life if he didn't want another rough pounding today.

She offered Duke a hand and heaved him to his feet. 

Legs wobbling, come sliding down the backs of his thighs and dripping on the mat, Duke thanked her and stumbled to one of the benches along the wall, where he sat down gingerly.

Stretching her arms over her head, Cass's gaze returned to Tim.

"Well? Did you come to train or are you just stopping by to say hi?" she asked, letting her arms fall and stroking her dick as it stirred again.

Of course he was here to train. He'd come naked. That was Cass's rule. Show up naked and ready to spar or don't bother her during training hours.

Taking a deep breath and stealing himself, Tim stepped forward.

He'd improved a lot. Sparring with him was getting to be more fun than ever before, and lasted much longer. But she'd caught sight of Duke shifting restlessly and getting up to leave, so it was time to end this. As humiliating and embarrassing as it was for alphas to get knotted and bred, as effective of an incentive as it was to fight harder to avoid getting pinned, the whole thing was much more effective with an audience.

Tim wouldn't be able to meet Duke's eyes for days if not weeks.

Cass tripped him up and in the end it was as simple as that. NExt moment, she had him on the mat, struggling ineffectively, her cockhead pushing past his rim, still puffy and swollen from their sparring match two days ago.

Duke stopped in his tracks as Tim cried out, turning to watch.

It was hard for an alpha to resist a good show, even if they'd just gone through the exact same humiliation themselves only half an hour ago and were still nursing their wounded pride.

Cass never bothered to draw it out.

So long as the family was going along with her training regiment, there would always be plenty more holes to breed than she really had time to savor.

Tim continued to struggle and yowl in pain as she pushed in, clawing at the mat to try to get away as she fucked him with her large cock, stretching his hole obscenely. Her knot swelling since before she'd pinned him down, it made him cry out every time she pushed it in or pulled it out, before finally thrusting all the way in and waiting for it to tie them together. Pleasure rolled in waves over her as orgasm hit.

Punching the mat in frustration, Tim ground out, "I thought I'd have you this time."

"Your footwork. Still gives you away. Meditate more," she said, letting go and laying down comfortably on top of him.

He reached back to grab her hips and pull her out, but it was too late and he only hurt himself trying. Cass propped her head up on one elbow and winked in Duke's direction, watching him jerk off.

"Come here," she called to him, and he did as asked. "Come on his face?"

Duke, his pupils blown wide, stared at her a minute, before zeroing in on Tim's aghast expression.

"Uh, you sure? I mean, I'd love to, but-"

"Don't even think about it," Tim ground out ferociously, face furiously red.

Duke swallowed, glancing at Cass again before grinning slightly and moving in.

"Actually, no need to tell me twice," he said, kneeling down and stroking himself quickly, his knot soft but his dick twitching as he pointed it down to Tim's face. 

As Tim started to struggle again, she lifted herself up and put her weight into pressing his head down into the mat with one hand, pinching his left shoulder with the other to keep his arm numb and ineffective.

Duke came fast, not as copiously as he would have if he was buried to the hilt in someone, but still sending thick and pungent milky ropes of come to drip down Tim's cringing face, over his cheeks and nose and chin.

As soon as Cass let Tim's head go, he buried his face into the mat and didn't struggle or speak any further.

"What's going on?"

Cass and Duke turned to look at the entrance to the training room, where a very confused Damian stood with his hands cupped in front of him, eyeing Duke warily.

"Bonus training. Tim needed extra motivation. Duke, you can go."

"Sure thing." Looking a little happier than he usually would with his ass leaking Cass's come, Duke stood, and walked past Damian, giving him a friendly wave which Damian ignored, looking a little anxious.

"Don't worry. You're too young for extra motivation," said Cass, testing whether or not she could pull out yet. "Your turn soon. Sit."

Swallowing loudly enough for the sound to carry across the training mat, Damian nodded, and tried to find a spot on the bench that wasn't covered with come that had leaked out from Cass's previous sparring partners that day. He finally perched himself on the corner, flinching as his thigh touched a sticky puddle.

Below him, Tim was starting to sniffle, all the fight gone out of him.

He was a good, determined alpha.

He'd be an even more worthy opponent next time.

xxx

Spent and chafing a little after her second time fucking Bruce that day, Cass walked bonelessly into her room to get a nap in before patrol.

"Boys kept you busy today, huh? I was starting to really miss my girlfriend."

Steph sat perched on the edge of Cass's bed, leisurely stroking her cock with a playful glint in her eye.

"So glad to see you," Cass said, shutting the door behind her. "Need a real alpha. Boys are useless."

"That they are," said Steph and got up to kiss her, pushing her towards the bed, hands already groping Cass's rear.

It was obvious who among the two of them would win in a fight, but that's not why Cass was dating Steph. Sometimes you met an alpha with knot game so good that all your alpha instinct got overwritten and you wanted nothing more than to be pounded into the mattress until your brains turned to mush. And after a long hard day training and reaming out others, there was nothing better than getting just that.

Through

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ship: Kon El/Tim Drake/Kyle Rayner
words: 1.3k
content: xenobiology, tentacle dick

Tim had been forewarned. Kon laid it out in no uncertain terms - his Kryptonian genes had mingled weirdly with his human genes and even Kara had been unable to fully help him understand how the hell his body worked. But the bottom line was - his dick was prehensile and tentacle-like and he definitely had some sort of heat cycle. 

This was all fine.

The problem was that this tentacle was now worming its way into places it definitely did not belong.

"Kon! What the hell? How the hell is it doing that?" he yelled, pointing between his legs.

Panting, Kon peered over his shoulder and stopped short, eyes growing wide.

"So… I'm guessing that's not supposed to happen?"

"You think?"

"I don't know! It's my first time doing this whole 'sex' thing."

"Kon, these parts of my body aren't even connected. Your dick ripped a hole in me somewhere."

Kon contemplatively sucked air in through his teeth with a whistle, cringing. "Maybe it… phased through?"

It had started off with a pleasurable pressure at the base of his dick, then spread down the length to the tip like the world's slowest and weirdest orgasm. But just as Tim was relaxing into what he thought was oncoming bliss, something tiny and blueish poked out of the tip of his cock and wiggled around. 

The tip of Kon's prehensile alien clone dick.

And then it kept on coming, growing wider as it pushed out to stroke the underside of Tim's cock, wrapping around the base of its head. 

Tim had screamed. A little.

And now they were both staring at it without a clue as to how this could possibly happen and Kon still hadn't stopped humping him.

"Pull out. Slowly, though."

Kon moaned. "You've got to be joking. I told you I can't stop when I'm in heat."

"Fine, you can stay here and jerk off after you pull out. While I get myself to a hospital, apparently."

"Just. Just let me come. And then I'll fly you there. It'll be the same, time-wise."

Tim's next considerably more irate and panicked reply was cut off by a moan as the pressure in his dick increased and he watched it swell to be wider as the tentacle pushed more of it's length out of his urethra, growing in girth and stretching his dick around itself. He groaned in pain at the stinging in his tip, but his knees spread wider on the bedcover. Even possibly dying from som really fucked up internal injuries, he was the horniest and hardest he could ever remember being watching his dick bored out to one and a half times it's usual thickness.

"Hey, Kon! You home, buddy?"

Tim's eyes flew to the open window, where Kyle Rayner flew in feet first, landing just two feet from the bed and straightening to full height before he registered what he'd flown in on.

Still grinning and quite pleased with himself, it took Kyle several seconds for his eyes to grow wide and for him to take a step back. "Uh."

"Oh, perfect." Reaching past Tim, Kon's hand shot out and grabbed Kyle's wrist. "Kyle, you horny, buddy?"

"What do you mean, is he horny?" Tim said, not able to either back away into a humiliated corner or pull off and run away, watching as Kon manhandled a confused but not entirely resisting Kyle onto the bed with them. "Kyle, scram!"

"Uh," Kyle looked between the two of them. "Love too. Superboy's grip is no joke, though. Sure, I'm always horny, but looks like you guys have got it handled, so I'll just-"

"No, no, this is exactly what I need. Come on, Kyle, take off your pants," Kon said, already tearing through Kyle's Lantern uniform and turning him around to kneel in front of Tim.

Kyle gave Tim a look of concern and whispered loudly, "What the hell is happening right now?"

"Kon's in heat," said Tim deflating, realizing he had no contingencies for how to deal with this and never in his wildest dreams could he have come up with any for something so fucked up. "We were trying to have sex for the first time. You and I might need to go to the ER after this."

To his surprise, Kyle relaxed, grunting as Kon pulled him close enough to rub his ass against Tim's tentacle-wrapped cock. "Oh, so one of those days, huh? Bit of xeno action? Alright, I'll patch us up if it gets too crazy." He waved his right hand slightly, his white Ring catching the light and shining pearlescently. 

Kon's dick meanwhile, was unwrapping itself from Tim and feeling its way across Kyle's ass. As soon as the tip poked its way into his asshole, the rest of it surged forward, leaving Tim groaning in discomfort. He looked at his tip, which had been reamed out, his urethra now large enough to fit a whole other dick inside it, with faint traces of blood mixing in with his precome and the lubricant the tentacle was trailing after itself. His ass also felt like it was being stretched much wider than at the start, and yet nothing hurt.

"Fuck, just realized you probably secrete some analgesic."

Kon, who had been gasping into Tim's shoulder with convulsing shudders, looked up. "Huh?" Tim had never seen his eyes so glassy and vacant.

His thoughts were cut off by the warm press of Kyle's rim around the head of his dick. Tim shuddered, thrusting up into the tight heat, his way eased by the tentacle already penetrating Kyle and dripping lubricant in its wake. He looked up fearfully, looking for permission or forgiveness.

Kyle was looking back at Kon with a frown, his hips still held in Kon's grip. Their eyes met and Kyle shrugged. "Not even the most unexpected or strangest sex I've had this week. Outer space is fucking weird, man. Don't sweat it." He shifted his hip back and pressed deeper onto Tim, his lips parting over a contented sigh. Tim watched the curve of Kyle's mouth, fascinated by how much more attractive the man was up close and horny. Not like Kyle was normally lacking in good looks. 

Though he couldn't see it, Tim's dick felt like it was swollen to the size of a fist. He feared that any moment now, the horrible pain would start and it would split down the center like a sausage breaking its casing and the horrible visual only made him want to come harder.

Time seemed to dilate. He found himself caught between endless pleasure and dreams, head rolling back onto Kon's shoulder and Kyle's voice coming from somewhere far away. "Huh. Yeah, I really don't think things are meant to do that."

His dick was twitching and he could no longer tell if he was coming or even awake.

Tim shook the sleep from his eyes, propping himself up on one elbow as best as he could, still connected to both Kon and Kyle. All three of them had been lying on their side. So he must have lost consciousness after all.

Kon was out like a light. 

Kyle had his head cushioned in one arm and was idly playing with the tentacle that was peeking from his dick, curling around his fingers lazily. He looked up at Tim with sleepy eyes.

"My advice?" He paused to yawn and stretch, his ass squeezing around Tim's soft dick. "Get Bats to make you some custom condoms. You think someone's dick going in your ass and coming out your dick is weird? Don't wait to find out what getting knocked up by an alien is like."

Forget condoms.

Tim was never bottoming ever again.

Sweat

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ship: Damian Wayne/Jason Todd/Duke Thomas/Tim Drake
words: 1.4k
content: armpit worship, boys will be boys

Sweat damian/jason/duke/tim, armpit worship - for ME uwu

Damian's nose was pressed too firmly to his underarm for the feeling to be ticklish. Jason could feel himself blushing and hardening as Damian moaned and pressed closer, pushing Jason painfully into the lockers behind him. Damian's wet tongue brushed against his skin, seemingly unconsciously, accidentally slipping past his parted lips, but the next moment, Damian's whole mouth was pressed firmly to Jason's pit, sucking so hard Jason's vision went spotty.

"What the hell am I looking at?" 

Tim and Duke stood in the doorway, flushed and sweaty from their workouts and mouths agape.

Damian spun around, pressing his back Jason's chest in panic. "You," he breathed, as though Tim and Duke had no right to be here, as though he'd forgotten entirely that they were in the shared dressing room.

Jason clapped Damian on the shoulder reassuringly. "Just satisfying a little teenage curiosity. Why don't you guys hit the showers; you reek."

The guys didn't move.

"What kind of curiosity?" Duke asked.

"Apparently armpits are sensitive enough to be erogenous zones," Tim replied mildly without tearing away his gaze, "but how Todd could convince Damian to suck his stanky armpit is beyond me."

"Hey, I'm not in the business of convincing sixteen year olds to be doing me any weird favors in the locker room," Jason said, lifting both hands defensively. He was already guilty as charged of fooling around in a weird way with someone way younger than him. He didn't need any additional blame.

Damian lifted his chin defiantly. "Not that any of you could convince me to do anything I deemed below me anyway."

"So you just walked up to Todd and asked, 'Hey can I sniff your pit?' Weird," said Tim, scrunching up his nose.

That's not exactly what happened, but it was a good enough summary. The real version of the story also involved Damian trying to hide his erection and angrily slamming Jason into the lockers when that failed. Also Damian hadn't used so many words. It was pretty cute, actually, the way he'd nosed shyly to his destination, breathing so rough you'd think he was already getting sucked off.

"Wanna sniff mine?" Duke asked jokingly, lifting his left arm to show off his hairy pit and strong tricep. Tim grinned at him.

Oof, wrong move, thought Jason as Damian tensed, pressing himself harder against Jason.

"Yes."

The two guys across the bench from them jerked out of whatever other joke they were sharing, looking at Damian with wide eyes.

"Seriously?"

"I'm always serious, Thomas."

Duke looked to Tim. Then he shrugged and came forward. "What the hell. Knock yourself out, kid."

Yeah, that's what Jason had said.

Tim came trailing behind Duke, peering at Damian and Jason curiously, eyes catching onto Jason's boner and giving him a reproachful stare.

Jason shrugged and turned his attention to Duke, who was stepping over the bench and once again lifting his arm. Phew. Yeah, the smell was just about enough to knock someone out. Not that he was any better after a workout.

Damian, however, latched on like a remora, moaning as he wrapped his hands around Duke's waist, wiping that sheepish grin right off his face as he stared down at Damian in shock. Duke stood still, only his eyes wandering between Jason and Timm, looking for clues on how to react in such a situation.

"Huh," Tim said, as though he'd just learned something new and deeply fascinating, perhaps even useful. He listed his arm experimentally and took a sniff, but made a face. Then he looked at Jason and raised his brows, as if to say, "You interested?"

Jason rolled his eyes. "I guess I'll go hit the shower if you're done with me." He had only just pushed away from the lockers when Damian's hand swung out to grip the top of his shorts.

"Stay, Todd."

And then Damian was back, pressing close, still keeping one fist balled up in Duke's tank, licking at Jason's chest where it met his bicep until Jason obliged and lifted his arm again.

Tim raised his brows at Duke.

Duke shrugged. "Feels really good, actually."

Jason could feel Tim's curiosity starting to boil over. Along with the jealous tilt to his mouth, he could see what was coming from a mile away.

"Alright, I'll bite. What's a guy gotta do to get his armpit licked around here?"

Damian ignored him and switched back to Duke, leaving Jason's underarm wet and cold and his dick harder than ever. Reaching out with one hand, he tugged the elastic of Damian's shorts down experimentally. Just half an inch of skin, nothing major. Rather than turning around and stabbing him to death, Damian perked his ass up a little.

Well.

That was as much encouragement as a guy really needed.

Jason reached over and pulled Damian's shorts and jockstrap down with both hands, letting them flutter to his ankles.

"Whoa, hey," Duke breathed, looking at him with wide eyes. "We really doing this?"

Jason shrugged, drawing both of them close as he wrapped his hand around Damian and gave him an experimental squeeze. 

Damian bucked wildly, letting his mouth fall from Duke's armpit and moaning.

"Here's your chance, Timmy," said Jason, turning to Tim, who was straight up stewing by now.

Glaring at Jason but a slave to his curiosity, Tim stepped over the bench, and exchanging a brief glare with Damian, lifted his arm as he pressed close. 

Damian didn't need any convincing.

He pressed his nose into Tim's underarm hair and sniffed deeply before licking over the whole area. The somewhat hostile look on Tim's face melted immediately, leaving him looking surprised and just short of delighted. He pressed in closer, grabbing hold of the back of Damian's head.

"Don't suffocate the kid," said Duke, looking amused and palming himself through his shorts.

"If he didn't want to suffocate, he should have picked a different fetish,'' said Tim, closing his eyes contentedly.

Damian pulled away, his hair getting mussed as it slipped from Tim's grip, and turned back to Duke, aiming for his right armpit this time, bucking up into Jason's grip and letting Jason rub himself against his backside without complaint.

Damian came with a short cry, muffled by Duke's skin, still holding tight to both Duke and Tim, his hips becoming even more pliant in allowing Jason to get off against him. Thrusting a few more times, Jason came right in his shorts, imagining being buried to the hilt in that tight ass.

Tim pulled Damian's face back to himself. "Hope you don't mind, Duke."

"By all means," said Duke, pulling out his own dick and stroking it as he watched Damian eat Tim's armpit out.

"I hope you don't mind, Timmy, but I'd like another turn too," said Jason and manhandled Damian to face him. Their eyes met and Jason got a good look at blown out pupils under heavy lids, mouth swollen and wet. Damian was pliant as a rag doll, so far from his usual self, as Jason lifted his left arm and offered up the still sticky with sweat pit Damian hadn't tasted yet.

Damian moaned as he settled into it, both hands gripping Jason's pecs tightly.

Pulling his gaze from the mop of hair under his arm, he found both Tim and Duke jerking off, eyes zeroed in on Damian's tight naked ass. Reaching down, Jason grabbed hold of Damian's left ass cheek and pulled it to the side.

"Fifty points to whoever lands closest."

Damian shuddered against him at the words and reached his own hand back to grab his other cheek and pull it wide too.

Cursing and hissing, Tim and Duke both shuffled closer, picking up the pace but keeping their strokes shallow to aim more precisely. Damian stuck his ass out further. Tim came first, dead on target, and Duke second, shooting right over where Tim's come had landed. They pressed in, shuddering and kissing Damian's back, rubbing their dicks and his fingers over his messy asshole. Damian's slack mouth breathed hot and damp against his skin.

Jason's own fingers joined theirs, thinking about whether he'd be able to get it back up and convince Damian to let him hit it properly.

"Alfred, what's the likelihood of that?"

It came echoing from the hallway up into the manor, but scrambling to pull their shorts back up and disappear into the showers, the boys never heard what Alfred replied.