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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      No_Archive_Warnings_Apply, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Robin_(Comics), Batman_-_All_Media_Types, Nightwing_(Comics)
  Relationship:
      Dick_Grayson/Bruce_Wayne, Tim_Drake/Dick_Grayson/Bruce_Wayne, Tim_Drake/
      Dick_Grayson, Tim_Drake/Bruce_Wayne
  Character:
      Dick_Grayson, Bruce_Wayne, Tim_Drake
  Additional Tags:
      Bondage, Light_BDSM, Threesome_-_M/M/M, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot,
      not_meant_to_be_underage, but_if_you're_really_squeamish_about_that_then
      be_careful
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-05-28 Words: 2562
****** Joining in the Fun ******
by Shybugbatty
Summary
     How the idea came up in the first place is something Dick doesn’t
     know about, and probably doesn’t want to know about. Yet somehow,
     either Tim or Bruce had asked the other and now all three of them
     were in Bruce’s big bed.
Notes
     Tim's age is never stated so you can imagine him at any age you wish.
     When I wrote it, I didn't mean to make anyone underage.
     Cross posted to my tumblr (ShyBugBatty) and archived under my 'my
     writing' works.
              How the idea came up in the first place is something Dick doesn't
know about, and probably doesn't want to know about. Yet somehow, either Tim or
Bruce had asked the other and now all three of them were in Bruce’s big bed.
Weather Tim asked Bruce or Bruce asked Tim didn’t seem to matter anymore. In
here Bruce was the Master. He controlled everything and even if it was Tim’s
idea, he wasn’t going to be leading tonight.
                But Tim doesn’t seem to understand the rules like Dick does.
Dick waits for Bruce’s orders – weather spoken out loud or not – and lets him
take control. Tim on the other hand waits only a few moments before becoming
impatient and asking to kiss Bruce.
                Bruce smirks but agrees and allows Tim to make the first move.
The teen’s lips press hesitantly against Bruce’s for a long moment before he
becomes more aggressive. Dick watches and waits, face flushing as they kiss. He
sits at the edge of the bed with his fists clenched waiting.
                “Now kiss Dick.” Bruce’s voice is low when he gives the order
to Tim. The boy eagerly agrees and climbs into Dick’s lap, already raising his
face expectantly.
                Dick looks at Bruce for a second first. He gets a smile and nod
in return. It’s alright then. So Dick lowers his lips to Tim’s. He tastes
sweet. Tim isn’t exactly experienced but he’s trying hard. He whimpers softly
into Dick’s mouth and clutches at his shoulders. Dick finds himself smiling and
holding him in place, slipping his tongue into Tim’s mouth and making his
noises come out more forcefully. Finally Bruce stops them and they pull apart.
                “This is your night Tim.” He says. “Tell us what you want.”
                So it was Tim’s idea then. The thought of his little brother
asking Bruce for a threesome makes him laugh softly. Not, of course, that he’s
opposed to the idea. Otherwise he wouldn’t be here.
                “I – well…” Tim is suddenly shy and his face flushes. Even so,
his eyes linger on Dick. What he wants is obvious and Dick smirks.
                “Do you want to fuck me, Little Brother?” He purrs. Tim turns
bright red and nods wordlessly. Dick crawls closer to him and presses a kiss
against his neck. “And what is Bruce supposed to do?”
                “I don’t…” Tim hesitates.
                “Do you want to be taken tonight too? Or do you want to be on
top?” Dick murmurs.
                “Top.” He squeaks.
                Dick laughs and kisses him quickly. Then he turns to look over
his shoulder at Bruce, waiting for the orders. Now that Bruce knows what Tim
wants, it’s likely he has a plan. He always has plans. And when they’re in the
bedroom, those are the plans Dick likes best.
                “If Tim wants to top I think we should get you ready, Dick.”
Bruce says, gesturing Dick towards him. “Go get your collar.”
                “Collar?” Tim squeaks.
                Dick grins and slips out of bed. He goes into their toy drawer
and picks out the worn leather collar that he and Bruce use regularly. He also
grabs lube, condoms, and a few toys just in case. He places them all on the
side of the bed and waits for Bruce.
                “Good boy.” Bruce murmurs softly. He takes the collar and locks
it onto place around Dick’s neck with a gentle kiss and soothing touches. Then
he turns to Tim. “What should we start with?”
                The boy only looks more worried now that all the toys are on
the bed. It’s amusing and adorable to see his confusion. “I – well – he…” He
flushes, unable to look at Dick. “You said he has a great mouth.”
                Bruce chuckles and nods. He gestures and Tim comes to sit at
the edge of the bed. Already knowing what to do, Dick kneels down. Tim’s eyes
go wide when he finally sees Dick up close. Dick’s face is flushed slightly and
his eyes are glittering eagerly. Up close, Tim can see the perfect panes of
Dick’s body that he’s been dreaming of for months. He can see the dimple in
Dick’s cheek when he smiles and the soft hair and the long neck that bears the
collar.
                The first touch to Tim’s cock makes him squeak. He’s already
dangerously hard. His thoughts had been running wild before they even started,
and now everything has intensified tenfold. His mouth is wide open and his eyes
glazed as he stares at Dick and the way he slowly starts worshiping his cock.
                Behind him Bruce is speaking, pointing out what’s going on.
“He’s going to suck you, Tim. He’s taking you all the way.” The words are a
hidden command which Dick eagerly follows. He deep throats Tim, chuckling
internally at the moan he receives. It’s nice. Bruce is quiet even with sex and
hearing the appreciative sounds from Tim is welcome.
                “You like that Tim?”
                “Y-yes. Oh god yes.” Tim whimpers. His hands flex at his sides
until Bruce guides them to Dick’s hair where they twist and clench eagerly.
                “His tongue is moving over your head… sucking… down and up…”
Bruce guides them through until Tim’s moans began getting too loud.
                Dick pulls off without waiting for an order and kisses the head
of Tim’s cock. “Easy, Timmy. We won’t hurt you.”
                “I know.” Tim said quickly. He shivers though and his hands
automatically go to cover himself.
                Bruce smirks and tilts Dick’s chin up. “Come here.”
                In an instant Dick is in his lap, kissing him eagerly and
rocking against him. Unlike them, Bruce can hide his own feelings so easily,
but now Bruce allows Dick to break him out of the resolve. He sucks Dick’s
tongue into his mouth and squeezes at his ass. They continue a battle for
dominance which Dick intentionally loses – not that he really ever wins anyway.
                Behind them, Tim is making little whale like noises and
attempting to muffle them against his arm. Dick laughs as he looks at him.
“Eager, little brother?” he asks.
                Tim nods again, flushing once more. It’s adorable. Enough so
that Dick slips from Bruce’s grasp to kiss him. Tim groans into the kiss and
clutches at Dick’s shoulders.
                “Hands and knees Dick. If you’re going to fuck him Tim, you’ll
need to prepare him.” Bruce says. He pulls them apart and guides Dick into
position. He’s trembling now with anticipation. He can tell Bruce is finally
taking over. His voice has changed to somewhere between Bruce and Batman and
the orders come easier now.
                “One finger first.” Bruce murmurs. He’s kneeling just behind
Tim as the teen lubes up his hand and nervously sticks the first into Dick’s
quivering hole. They both gasp as it happens and Dick eagerly thrusts back. One
finger isn’t much at all for him and he’s already so hard – he doesn’t want to
wait. Tim begins to pump him and Dick whimpers in delight.
                There’s a loud wet sound behind him and he strains to see.
“Dick.” the warning in Bruce’s voice makes him freeze but he still pouts in
frustration. The sounds continue and Dick knows they’re kissing. He hears Tim
moan as Bruce bites into his collar and the finger stutters in him when Bruce
starts pinching his nipples.
                “Please.” Dick begs softly for anything and everything.
                “Another finger.” Bruce agrees and Tim complies. The kissing
continues but now Bruce is also guiding Tim to press kisses and touches along
Dick’s body. As the fingers work his ass, Tim gently bites his butt. Kisses are
pressed against his back and chest. Bruce moves so that he’s in front of Dick
and rubs soothing touches into his shoulders as Dick trembles.
                It’s not asked or even implied, but Dick wants to, so he sucks
Bruce into his mouth. He earns a moan in response from both men and it makes
Dick smirk. “Cheeky boy.” Bruce hums and runs his hands through Dick’s dark
locks. Dick hums his agreement and bobs his head.
                “God Bruce. He’s…” Tim shudders. “He’s amazing.”
                “I know.”
                “When you said… I didn’t realize…”
                So maybe it was Bruce’s idea. At this point Dick honestly
doesn’t care. He’s more aroused than he’s been in a long time. He’s with two
people he loves and they’re pleasuring him and completely focused on him alone.
It’s more than he can ask for and he doesn’t care one bit.
                “Add another finger, Tim.” Bruce orders. When Tim pushes his
third finger in, Bruce thrusts into Dick’s throat. He groans and so does Dick.
Dick scrambles for purchase on Bruce’s legs instead of the bed so he can take
him easier. Behind them Tim is once more doing the whale noises which would
make Dick laugh if he wasn’t so deep into his headspace.
                The fingers inside him are twisting and pulling and sizzoring.
He’s more than well enough prepared, but he doesn’t complain. The thought
doesn’t even occur to him. His body begs well enough though and soon Bruce
pulls out of his mouth.
                “Lay down, Tim. Dick, come here.” Once again Dick crawls his
way to Bruce’s side. His face is captured in two big hands. “You’re going to
fuck yourself hard on Tim. We’re going to watch as you fuck yourself on his
cock.”
                Dick shudders harshly but nods eagerly.
                “Jesus.” Tim gasps. He positions his cock and waits. His eyes
are wide when Dick crawls over him and slowly lowers himself down, moaning
wantonly. Tim’s eyes are blown and he screeches. “God. Oh god. Dick….”
                Once Dick is completely seated, Bruce holds his hips still
until Tim groans out “go on!”
                “Tell him what to do, Tim.” Bruce orders lowly.
                “Fuck.”
                Bruce chuckles. “Tim?” The boy’s eyes are wide though and it’s
obvious that’s all their getting for the moment. So he turns to Dick. “What do
you want, Dick?”
                “Fuck me.” He gasps out. “Oh god, fuck me Tim. Hard. Fast.”
                Tim moans and tosses his head. “Yes.”
                A grin spreads across Dick’s mouth. “Do you want me to fuck
myself on you, little brother? Do you want me to impale myself over and over on
you? Squeeze around you?”
                “Yes! Yes, Dick! Please!”
                “Then go on.” Bruce says with a slap to Dick’s ass. He squeaks
and jerks his hips. Both he and Tim yelp at the movement. Bruce takes hold of
Dick’s hips and begins to guide him, setting the relentless pace. He throws
himself into it, groaning high and loud as Tim’s cock presses inside him. It
fills him up and every last bit of the thrust catches his prostrate for just a
second. It makes him shake and sweat. Soon his pace is wobbling and he’s
getting so aroused that he can barely move himself.
                “Oh god. God… Yes Tim. Fuck me. Yes.” A litany of words spring
from his lips. He’s only aware of his shaking ass being fucked raw. A part of
his mind hears the praises that Bruce is whispering, the moans and groans of
Tim, and even the soft touches Bruce is giving them both. But most of him is
focused on the pleasure he’s getting. He’s not sure how long he can hold out.
                But then there’s a hand tugging roughly on his collar, bringing
him back to attention. “You don’t cum until I tell you, boy.” Bruce growls.
“Can you do that?”
                “Ye-yes… I think. I … Bruce.” He shudders hard and his hips
falter. Tim’s hands grasp at his skin, surely enough to leave a bruise.
                “Harder.” Tim begs. “Harder Dick. Please. I’m so close.
Please.”
                “Do it, Dick.” Bruce breaths against his skin.
                He obeys. He always obeys. Now he’s back mostly into his
rhythm. His mind is still cloudy but he has enough wits to keep thrusting,
slower but deeper.
                “Tim… Tim fill me up. Fill me up, Little Brother.”
                “Yes.” Tim’s eyelids close. “Yes – I – ah – Dick – Bruce… ah!”
He screams and his hips piston up, meeting Dick’s thrust and Dick cries out
too, barely able to keep from orgasming himself. Tim’s cum splashes into his
ass and they’re frozen as Tim does so.
                Then Tim sinks into the bed, spent. Dick however is still
shaking. He’s on the very edge. He needs it. But not until he has Bruce.
                “Good boys.” Bruce praises. He pulls Dick off and lays him
down. He’ll take care of the rest. Dick smiles up at him and Bruce’s own smile
is tender. He gives Dick a surprisingly chaste kiss before pushing himself into
his spent ass.
                Bruce is rough. He’s hard and restless. He pulls Dick’s legs up
until he’s practically bent in half. Dick’s so close. His ass is spazaming,
clenching and unclenching like mad. Bruce has great control, but even he is
breaking.
                It’s not surprising that Dick comes first. He arches until his
back is off the bed and lets out a wail. His fingers dig into Bruce’s shoulders
and he sobs as he coats their chests with semen. Bruce’s lips find his and
through the haze Dick manages to squeeze himself around Bruce until he brings
Bruce over the edge as well.
                The two stay that way for a long moment. They’re both panting
with exertion. A soft smile spreads across Dick’s face and he touches Bruce’s
cheek. Bruce turns to kiss his palm. Then he pulls out carefully and kisses
Dick again.
                “Oh – wow. Just… wow.” Tim’s murmuring words absently, eyes the
size of saucers as he watches them.
                Bruce grins at him and kisses his head as he leaves bed to get
some towels.
                “Man, Dick that was just…” Tim trails off. Dick still hasn’t
moved. He’s laying there, absolutely exhausted with his eyes drifting shut and
still shuddering though the aftershocks.
                “Bruce? Is he ok? Did we hurt him?” Tim asks, his voice rising
in octaves.
                “He’s fine.” Bruce promises. He hands Tim a towel and then
proceeds to clean Dick off. The process is punctuated with praises and soft
kisses. Dick hums softly and cards his fingers through Bruce’s hair.
                “Love you.” He slurs out.
                “You too.” Bruce promises with a kiss.
                Dick rolls over and snakes an arm around Tim’s stomach. “Love
you Timmy.”
                “You too.” Tim repeats and squeezes his hand.
                Bruce smiles at his birds and cleans off the bed. Absently Dick
realizes that they didn’t get to use any toys. He voices his thoughts and Bruce
laughs outright. “Later, Dickie.”
                “Later?” Tim squeaks as if he can’t imagine that this could
possibly happen again.
                Dick kisses his stomach. “Yes please.”
                Tim chokes and Bruce chuckles again. “Much later. Bedtime now.”
He guides them both under the covers. As soon as he’s in bed, Dick wraps
himself bodily around Bruce, arms and legs tangled around him. He lifts his
head for a kiss, which he gets. Bruce undoes the collar and stares into his
eyes. Words are passed through the look that neither needs to say.
                “Goodnight.” Dick whispers after a long moment.
                “’night.” Tim mumbles. He curls around Dick’s back and presses
his face against his shoulder. Bruce tugs them both a little closer and
grumbles out his own goodnights. Dick smiles and breaths out a soft little sigh
of content. In the end it didn’t matter whose idea it was, he just hopes
they’ll come up with some more soon.
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