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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      The_Avengers_(2012), Iron_Man_(Movies), Red_Hood_and_the_Outlaws, Batman_
      (Comics), Marvel_Avengers_Movies_Universe
  Relationship:
      Jason_Todd/Tony_Stark_(pre-established), Clint_Barton/Damian_Wayne_(pre-
      established), Jason_Todd/Damian_Wayne, Jason_Todd/Damian_Wayne_(pre-
      established), Jason_Todd/Damian_Wayne/Clint_Barton/Tony_Stark
  Character:
      Tony_Stark, Jason_Todd, Clint_Barton, Damian_Wayne, Robin_(DCU), Hawkeye,
      Red_Hood
  Additional Tags:
      BDSM, Robin-cest, S&M, Bondage, Bloodplay, Violence, Whipping, Burnplay,
      daddy-issues, Blow_Jobs, Tony_has_a_big_dick, Dirty_Talk
  Series:
      Part 2 of Tastes_like_Iron
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-10-13 Words: 5580
****** Need is Like a Drop of Blood, Rolling Down Your Back ******
by vannja
Summary
     Jason and Damian have an understanding. Jason understands Damian's
     need to hold the whip like his mother had held it- had trained him to
     hold it- and Damian understands exactly what Jason needs in order to
     come to terms with himself and his failures. Its something that Jason
     knows Tony wont ever get, but he honestly kinda likes Tony too fuck-
     stupid to talk (because that man seriously talks more then Jason
     does), so it works out better that way. Until Damian's new playmate
     steps in the way, and Damian decides that what Jason needs is
     different from what Jason wants.
Notes
     EDIT: 10/23/12 Now BETA'D (Jodine16)
"I can feel steam blowing out of your ears to here." Tony said whimsically,
adjusting the specs for a new and improved design of SHIELD's old Helicarrier.
Jason pulled himself from underneath the body of the gorgeous 1966 Chevelle SS
he had parked in Tony's garage (and Tony only allowed it because it was in
Tony's two favourite colours-or he would have thrown it out and made Jason get
all sweaty under the hood of a Lamborghini-or over the hood, depending).
"Really, Stark? You can't just quip back at my swearing like normal?"
Tony actually bothered to lean around the holocomp to take in Jason's grease-
covered form, when he heard the other's tone. "Pepper says I need to learn to
be more empathic. What's the matter, lamb-chop? Having family issues, again?"
Jason's grumbling as he wiped his hands on a rag was answer enough, and Tony
just barely caught him before the shorter man went for the door. "C'mon babe,
which one is it this time; Nightwing, Batgirl? I mean, the sex is always great
when you're all pissy over one of them getting your very not-Batman boxers in a
twist, but it's the third time this week, and I really don't know if your ass
is going to hold up when I decide to take my angry-sex revenge on it."
A smirk pulled up the corners of Jason's mouth. "Aww, you really worried about
my little ol' ass?"
"No changing the subject, sweet-pea." Tony said.
Jason's expression twisted back to anger, which Tony never really got why
people were afraid of the 'I'll rip out your reproductive organs and eat your
unborn children's souls' the Red Hood sometimes put on, but that might just be
because Tony was never having children. Ever. Eventually Jason's anger worked
itself out, surprisingly faster than the norm of it taking 3 hours with a
punching bag, and he dipped his head, mumbling something sheepishly, slight red
colouring his cheeks.
"Sorry, what was that? Couldn't hear you over your darling blush."
Jason tilted his head back up —and that was definitely a blush— and glared,
before trying again. "Robin's refusing to help me with a…situation."
Tony nodded. "Alright, and playing on this empathic theme- what is this
situation and why won't TinTin help you with it?"
And just to pique Tony's curiosity –and his dick's attention— Jason's blush
deepened. "I, It—he— Ah, fuck. He won't Dom me without you there. And Clint.
Which I'm not sure if I'm going to like being exposed given he's a jealous
retard and doesn't even realize it."
"Go back to the Dom thing." Tony said, his voice a bit higher than it was meant
to be. "I'm not sure if I heard that right."
Much to Tony's dick's delight, Jason's blush reached his ears. "Yeah, well who
do you think taught him half that crazy fucking shit him and Clint do on a day
by day basis? Sure as hell wasn't Big Bird or—"
Tony interrupted by pulling Jason's arm, jerking him around 180 and dragging
him towards one of the Porsches. "Ok, let’s do it."
Jason put on the breaks "Wait, WHAT?" He yanked his arm back.
------------------
And that's how they ended up here, five days later (which was an amazing excuse
to get out of a board meeting that no one believed).
When Robin walked in dressed in his long sleeved black under-armour, Kevlar
plated tights and mask, Tony let out a sigh of frustration from his seat in the
surprisingly well lit room Robin had arranged for them. "Am I ever going to
learn your guys’ real names?"
A smirk tugged Robin's lips as he pointed Clint towards a seat just far enough
away from Tony that they weren't breaching each other's 'bubble', but close
enough that they could reach out and touch hands if they so wanted. "Not on
your life, Stark." Robin walked up to Clint when he had taken a seat, running
his fingers through the archer's hair. "Now, Pet, if you inadvertently tell
Tony Stark my name in a little…slip-up…you will be punished, and it will not be
something you will enjoy." Robin's tone at the end of the sentence made Tony's
skin crawl slightly, before that attention was turned on him, although in a
completely different threatening manner. "As for you, Mr. Stark. There are
rules, for you." Tony wanted to roll his eyes, but found as soon as he was
caught in the other's blue gaze (and wouldn't you know Robin would wear the
mask without those crazy white-out lenses) he couldn't look away. It was a damn
good thing the kid didn't do that on a day to day basis or no one would ever
come near him. "I am here for Jason. As soon as he closes that door I am here
for his needs. If you attempt to say a word, interfere in any way with what I
am doing, I will make you leave. Your claim on him stops at that door. Do you
understand?"
Tony went to open his mouth (taking orders was usually last on Tony’s to-do
list), when he caught sight of Jason. Jason was still leaning against the
inside of the door just opposite the plush chairs, being fairly successful at
looking unconcerned with a lit cigarette hanging out of his lips. He caught
Tony's eyes and all of Tony's words fell short as –now that he was a step away
from the situation— he could finally see the hint of something lost in Jason's
gaze. Tony snapped his mouth shut and nodded, shooting a glare at Hawkeye's
amused raised eyebrow.
Robin nodded, turning around to make his way back over to Jason. "Todd, you
know my rules once the door is closed."
Jason played a smirk, before reaching out and shutting the door with a lazy
push of his hand.
Almost immediately, Robin wound up and back handed the older vigilante, sending
the half a cigarette flying before grabbing Jason's hair and throwing him into
the middle of the room.
Tony had been half-way from the plush chair when Clint rested a hand on his
arm. "Sir, what is the safe word?" He asked quietly, properly.
Robin paused to look at Jason, who was wiping blood from a split lip off the
back with the back of his hand. "Nightwing." Jason mumbled, loud enough to
hear. Robin nodded, before walking past Jason to a curtained off portion of the
room that Tony hadn't bothered to look in, throwing 4 lengths of thick braided
rope near Jason, before walking back to casually regard the slowly dying
cigarette, a devilish smirk coming over his face before he walked back to
Jason. He crouched down to give a sharp yank of the other's hair, running his
sly tongue along Jason's stubble before poking his tongue viscously into the
split on his now swollen lip, taking blood away, and Jason giving a shaky gasp.
Robin pulled out Jason's boot knife, making sure the other could see it
plainly.
"Take it off if you don't want it destroyed."
Jason growled, before shrugging out of his jacket and undoing the laces on his
boots while Robin cleaned underneath his nails with the large hunting knife.
Jason stood to reach back and pull his white t-shirt up over his head before
reaching down to undo his pants, shoving those down as pink tinged his ears.
"What are you blushing for?" Robin asked, sounding incredulous. "You think you
can fool us into not seeing how much of a whore you really are if you're
blushing all pretty red? On your knees."
Jason growled, falling to his knees only when Robin physically kicked them from
behind. It probably wasn't pleasant, either, given Robin was still wearing his
steel-reinforced knee-high boots.
Robin walked over to one of the lengths of cord, sheathing the knife in the
back of his belt, before returning to sharply jerk Jason's chin up so they
could meet eyes. He shoved the older man's chin away, starting with a bind that
criss-crossed across Jason's chest and shoulders, using it to secure Jason's
biceps to his side, then his wrists to his forearms behind his back. Another
length of cord was pulled through a hoop attached to the ceiling that Tony had
been looking at earlier, and tied to where the ropes crossed at the middle of
Jason's back. Robin cut off a lot of the excess, before tying Jason's ankles to
his powerful thighs.
Just seeing those thighs was getting Tony pretty bothered, and his dick
definitely appreciated the view Robin had presented, with Jason's entire left
side facing him and Clint, leaving his back to Robin's wall of goodies.
Robin bent over to fish through Jason's jacket, pulling his half squished pack
of cigarettes from the breast pocket along with Jason's lighter. Robin pulled
one from the pack, before crouching in front of Jason's face, holding the
cigarette out. "You know I despise these."
Jason's blush continued down the back of his neck as his semi-hard cock seemed
to take a bit of interest. "Sorry." He said gruffly, and sincerely. Tony tried
thinking back to when he's ever heard Jason apologize in any kind of sincere
tone and nothing came to mind.
Robin leaned back on his haunches. "Open your mouth." He ordered, and Jason,
looking confused, did. Tony's surprised, when Robin somehow makes lighting a
cigarette look seductive, with heavily lidded eyes and a slight tilt of his
head to draw everyone's attention to the line of his neck (even though it's
kind of obvious he doesn't smoke). Robin took a long drag of the cigarette,
leaning over so his lips were almost pressed to Jason's as he shotgunned the
smoke back into to Jason's mouth. Jason sucked the nicotine air into his lungs,
eyes slipping shut and it would have almost seemed tender if Robin hadn't
reached up with the hand that held the cigarette and pressed it down into the
middle of Jason's back.
Jason threw his head back and screamed a plume of smoke, body trying to curl
away from the pain, but the rope attached to the ceiling not letting him. Clint
nearly jumped out of his chair and Tony went rigid. Robin pulled the cigarette
away as Jason gasped in sobbing breaths. "Oh fuck, please, pleeeease –Need it,
god damn, Da—" Robin slapped a hand over Jason's mouth, digging his thumb into
the new burn mark, cigarette held between the fingers of the same hand.
"Now, now." Robin said, and holy hell Tony had no idea where the kid dug out
that deep baritone. "Code names in the field, Robin." Was whispered into
Jason's ear and the vigilante nodded sharply, still sobbing hoarsely against
Robin's hand.
And it hit Tony; Robin was using the Batman's fucking voice down to the growl.
Holy shit.
Robin, seemingly satisfied with that response, removed his hand to allow Jason
to suck in gasping breaths of air, before he dropped the cigarette and crushed
it under the heel of his boot. "Pet, fetch me the burn cream," He said in his
regular voice. "There should be some in the first aid kit." Clint nodded and
jumped up. "And bring me the 3cm switch." Clint hurried back with both the long
bamboo switch and ointment, Jason jerking away violently. "As if I'd allow you
to put even a drop of sweat on my pet, Todd." Robin said cruelly, but applied
the ointment gently. He stood up and moved behind Jason. "In the last month,
Todd, how many people have died because of you?"
"What?" Jason gasped, the pain still sucking the air from his lungs. "The hell
kind of question is—" The resounding crack had Jason rocking forward with a
pained gasp. "AH! Fine! Fuck, maybe sixteen?"
"And how many were civilians?" Batman asked through Robin's lips. The boy was
holding himself like Batman, even, exuding the aura that he was 10-feet tall
and a walking legend. It was enough combined with the current situation to have
Tony pressing back into his seat. Jason froze, and Robin gave him ten seconds
before repeating the question. "How many innocent lives, Robin."
Jason's head dropped, and his breathing hitched. "Th-Three."
Robin smirked, the switch coming down on Jason's ass, causing Jason to jerk
forward, but the blows kept coming, layering his back, ass and thighs with
criss-crossing welts. Tony lost count as soon as Jason began begging.
Eventually Robin pulled away, dropping Batman's voice, again. "That was thirty
lashes, Todd."
Jason's head tilted down and he sobbed openly, Robin walking around to the
other side of him and pulling his head up by his hair. "How many criminals have
you sent to the hospital for those they've hurt? How many pimps, dealers,
addicts, molesters?" Jason shuddered, attempting to catch his breath. "My
beautiful little slut." Robin hissed the last word, pulling his knife from the
back of his belt and running the side across Jason's jaw. Jason sucked a sharp
breath, his tear-weary eyes immediately honing in on the blade, eyes darkening
with lust. "Tell me what you think you deserve for the people you saved."
Jason choked for a second around his words. "Your cock." Jason rasped, his
Gotham accent thick from pain and desire. "Please, baby bird. I wanna taste ya.
Suck ya so good. Wanna make ya cum down my throat."
"But what ever will I fuck you with?" Robin mused, glancing at the curtained
off wall before he glanced at Tony with a sinister smirk. "I'll think on that.
First, you earned some quality time with your blade." Jason all but moaned when
Damian ran the smooth of the blade down the raw flesh on his back peeking
between his binds.
Tony watched as Jason's cock swelled and lifted at the touch of the blade
against his skin, and he didn't even notice when Robin cut into Jason's flank
other then the bead of pre-cum that dribbled down the head of Jason's full
erection. Tony dragged his eyes up to catch Jason staring at him, panting a bit
and licking his chapped lips, before another cut from Robin all but caused
Jason to throw his head back with a moan. "Again." Jason demanded breathlessly.
Robin leaned down to lick the trickle of blood that had began to slide down
Jason's hip, and Tony pushed the palm of his hand against his own erection just
to make sure he didn't groan out loud himself. Robin began layering slices over
the welts of Jason's back- Jason, for his part, attempting to squirm to some
kind of friction. "Please, baby bird! Oh fuck yes!" Jason threw his head back,
his audience completely forgotten (or more of an exhibitionist than Tony pegged
him for).
Robin finally pulled away, walking back to face Jason. "Did you clean your
knife properly before you came here, slut?" Jason moaned, nodding, a hand in
his hair jerking his head up and the knife presented to him. Jason drug his
tongue over the blade, his eyes slipping shut and obscene noises pouring from
his mouth as he licked his own blood from dripping down the hunting knife, Tony
jerking his hips against the heel of his hand and letting out a small hiss at
the scene.
Robin walked over to the pile of rope, siphoning off a 6 foot length, before
returning to Jason, looping it around his neck loosely and tying a simple knot
to connect the two ends. He walked back over to his wall of goodies, pulling
out a leather case. Jason's eyes cleared from their haze almost instantly and
he growled, Robin laying another backhand on him (and not a nice one) sending
him almost spinning, before Robin reached out and grabbed the rope collar,
twisting his hand around it until Jason was gasping for air. "As if you have a
say in what happens." Robin opened the case, a smirk lining his features when
he pulled out two nipple clamps with bells on them, grabbing another handful of
Jason's short hair in order to straighten him up to put the clamps on.
Following that were a series of butterfly clamps, which Robin lined from
Jason's nipples up to his shoulders in a mock of the Nightwing stripes, and
down to his forearms. He walked back to his wall, coming back with some simple
fishing line and a 5lb sand weight, tying all the clamps together (except the
nipple ones with bells) before looping the line through another one of the
circles on the ceiling off to the side. He put through a second line, tying one
end to the weight, before tying the other end to one of the thin rods in the
case. Jason held on to the end with the rod with his teeth as Robin secured
everything together so if Jason let go of the rod, the weight would pull the
clamps from his torso.
Robin nodded at his handiwork, glancing at Clint. "Pet put your watch to a two
minute timer. Stark, get over here."
Tony jumped as Clint did as he was told (the archer also looking very
flustered). "What? Why? I gotta say, Sparky, I'm not much into this kinda
thing." Robin smirked, raising an eyebrow above the mask and pointing directly
in front of himself. Tony wandered over with a grumble. Robin grabbed his
shoulders and spun him so he was facing Jason (who was at convenient eye level
with the bulge in Tony's trousers) before reaching around and beginning to undo
the buttons on Tony's shirt. When he went for the undershirt, Tony grabbed his
hands. "Ah, sorry there, kiddo. Stays on." He felt Robin nod against his back,
and noticed with shocking clarity that the little bastard was almost as tall as
him. Would probably give Steve a run for his money in a few years too.
Robin undid his belt and dropped that and his pants, before reaching back and
fishing something out of his own pocket, as he wandered more around to Tony's
front. Jason groaned around the cable in his mouth (reminding Tony quite well
about how much of a sucker Jason was for giving blow jobs) as Robin cracked the
bottle of cherry flavoured lube. Robin coated his hand. "Leave the boxers on,
but cock out, Stark." Surprisingly, Tony didn't wait to obey, noticing that
Clint didn't snicker this time. When he glanced back at the archer, he was
sitting straight backed, noticeable strain lines contouring his face as he
tried to breathe evenly and not touch himself.
At the first touch of Robin's lubed hand to his cock, Tony couldn't stop the
"Holy cold handy, Batman!" from spilling from his mouth. Jason snorted, and
held on very tightly as the restrained laughter shook up his abs and his
shoulders quaked in effort to not open his mouth.
Robin gave him a shockingly gentle backhand to the stomach, and he could see
the beginnings of a smirk on the little demon's face. "Now, now, Stark. Are you
trying to make Todd lose the game so quickly?"
"Game? There’s a game involved somewhere in—Jesus Christ!" Robin interrupted by
dropping to his knees and taking Tony straight into the wet heat of his throat,
fisting half of Tony's length with the lube. It looked kind of awkward, given
that Robin was angled to the side slightly, but when Jason gave a rueful snarl,
Tony noticed that Robin had managed to not block the show he was giving. And
jeez…he really needed to not notice how the two Robins he's been with knew how
to suck dick. That made his image of Batman hurt his brain.
"Do you use protection with Todd?" Robin asked voice slightly horse, pulling
off to mouth at Tony's shaft (and he was a pretty impressive size if he did say
so himself).
"Prot—Condoms? Yeah, but what does that have to do with this?" Tony asked
slightly defensively, at the same time clenching his fists so they didn't end
up in Robin's hair. The mouth he wanted was right freaking there, but Robin was
obviously not done with his 'game'. 
"Todd has a bit of a... barebacking fetish." Robin breathed along his dick and
Tony thrust his hips into the air. "It's a simple question, Stark, of
whether you're comfortable with it."
Tony's brain almost blew with the new knowledge (it did make sense on why Jason
always protested condoms, now) as Robin sucked him back down to the hilt (and
that wasdefinitely the sound of his ego inflating when Robin couldn't take him
all the way in) "I-no. Not…god damn, kid. Will you let me think?"
Robin pulled off, glancing over at Jason, who was breathing loud. "It's a no-
brainer, Stark. You said no. Don't worry. You'll still be getting off." Robin
smirked, getting up and walking back behind Jason. "I'm sure you're just dying
to have him in your mouth." Robin said into Jason's ear, shifting his stance so
his feet were on either side of Jason's feet- all but pressing himself into
Jason's slowly drying back. Jason and Tony both made similar sounding moans.
"You've always been the best little cock-sucker. Always did know how to use
that amazing tongue of yours, so good at twisting it along the underside of a
man's dick, know when to start sucking, when to swallow around a cock." Jason
let out a breathy moan, beginning to shake from the strain of keeping his jaw
clenched. "But I bet Stark makes even you gag a bit." Robin continued, nodding
towards where Tony was just barely keeping from wrapping his hand around said
cock to relieve some pressure. "Makes your throat flutter around him when he
drives it into your mouth—"
Clint's watch beeped, and everyone except for Robin jumped a bit.
Robin sighed, straightening. The knife flashed out and sliced the line with the
weight, the force of the cut snapping the first two clamps off Jason's
pectorals, causing the man to jump and whine around the rod. Robin took the
steel from him, leaning down to cut the ties that were holding Jason's ankles
to his thighs. Robin grabbed the loose end of the rope noose and gave it a tug.
"Up." He ordered as he quickly removed the rest of the clamps, Jason standing
slightly shakily as Robin adjusted the rope tied to the middle of Jason's back,
pulling it up so it was the perfect length for having him bent in half, while
at the same time pulling the rope around Jason's neck harshly so he was at
perfect height for Tony's cock. Robin grabbed two other lengths of rope, and
Jason was tall enough that when Robin tied his ankles to two slots in the
ground his feet were a decent 4 feet apart. Tony watched as those muscular
thighs strained, and felt himself licking his lips.
"Pet. Strip." Robin ordered as he walked back to his wall, in a voice much
sweeter than the one he was using for Jason. Tony's never seen anyone get naked
so quickly before. Clint toed off his shoes at the same time he shucked his
jacket, and undid his pants at the same time he pulled his shirt off one
handed. In literally two seconds he was stepping out of his boxers and pants,
not a hint of shame, and Tony again felt his ego expand at the fact that, yes,
he was still king of the size castle.
"I can feel your ego inflating." Jason muttered, his voice gruff.
Tony smirked. "Give my ego a bit more time and it'll be shutting you up with 11
inches down your throat."
"Promise?" Jason asked, his eyes alight and cocky grin plastered in place.
Robin returned with a vibrator, lubing that up very, very well before gently
pressing it into Jason's body without prep. Jason's eyes went wide, before
slipping closed, a hiss rattling through his teeth as his knees shifted to
close slightly, unable to from the ties on his ankles. "Come over here, Pet."
Robin said, positioning Clint so his cock was pressed to the smooth end of the
vibrator between Jason's cheeks, before putting a ribbed silicone tube into
Clint's hands and tying his arms around Jason's waist. Tony's brain sizzled for
a second when he realized it was a vibrating sheath. Jason and Clint gasped
when Robin tested the vibrations, and Tony made a mental note to stop pissing
the kid off when he saw the way Clint's hands squeezed around the vibrating
silicone around Jason's cock. The bound vigilante was gasping for breath, hips
wreathing and unable to really do any kind of thrusting. The kid was a sex
genius, and Tony was a little appalled and also very impressed.
"What are you waiting for, Stark? Orders?" Robin taunted, pressing lube-slick
fingers into Clint as Tony moved forward to run his fingers through Jason's
sweaty hair.
"You ok, babe?" He asked quietly, pretending, for a moment, that Robin couldn't
hear him.
Jason snarled. "You better shut up and stick your dick in my mouth, Stark, or
we're going to have a prob—" Jason gagged when Tony's dick ended up down his
throat and the grip in his hair tightening to past painful. Tony pulled back
with half a mind of apologizing, but the moan rumbling around his dick when he
got out just enough of an ok to have him thrusting back in.
Robin reached over with his free hand to push two fingers into where Jason's
hand was clenched tied to his own elbow, and Tony saw the vigilante give two
distinct squeezes. Robin nodded, catching Tony's eye with a smirk before
dropping down to his knees behind Clint, the archer going practically crazy
with whatever Robin was doing to him (Tony's brain was too fried to care). It
was a lot safer than Tony had realized: the game between Red Hood and Robin. It
helped him tune his brain down to the way that Jason's mouth was all too good
at what he was doing with it, and Tony pulled out enough for Jason to suck on
the tip, tongue running over the slit. Tony shivered and pulled back even
further to watch Jason's tongue follow his dick, the younger man's eyes heavily
lidded and shudders racking his body, but full attention on Tony. Tony just
about lost it when Jason looked up through his lashes, tongue still extended,
and Tony held his breath against coming when he rubbed the head of his cock
against Jason's tongue and lips, before slowly pushing his dick back in.
“Don't go in all the way." Robin warned, making quick work of his fly and belt.
Tony watched him finger the begging archer one more time before guiding the
head of his cock to Clint's entrance, giving one powerful thrust. Clint's legs
drove into the back of Jason's and Jason slightly choked as he was thrust fully
down on Tony's cock.
Tony barely managed to stay standing when Jason sucked hard and swallowed
around him (probably to keep from drooling but it felt fantastic). Robin set a
fast pace, and Tony kept half of his brain online just to hear if Clint fucked
up, but all he heard were "please, sir!" and "ngh! Robin!". Jason distracted
him again by doing something with the back of his tongue when Tony was halfway
out, and Tony gasped, flattening his hand on Jason's sweat-slicked back,
opposite of where Clint's face was buried in Jason's shoulder to avoid the rope
holding them up. Jason moaned loudly when Tony's palm brushed one of the knife
wounds, his shakes taking on a whole new level. When Robin looked up and caught
Tony's eye, he made sure Tony could see him turn on the toys to full tilt.
Jason lost it. He was wreathing in his bonds, his skin turning red. He rocked
on his toes as much as possible, forward to asphyxiate himself on Tony's cock,
and backwards to rub the toy in his ass against Clint's cock, while at the same
time trying to roll his hips forward into Clint's twitching grip. Tony's mind
shorted again on the mental idea of what an archer’s grip probably felt like
against Jason's leaking erection, and at a drowned out strangled cry around his
cock, Tony came. Robin grabbed the binds around Jason's arms to use the
leverage to pull himself deeper into Clint. The move pulled Jason completely
away from Tony's cock, and Tony moaned as a ribbon of cum painted Jason's cheek
and shoulder. Jason stuck his tongue out as the final ribbon painted over
Jason's lips and down his chin, and Tony dropped to his knees, giving his dick
a squeeze that had him twitching in sensitivity as he leaned forward and
surprised himself by running his tongue along Jason's face, tasting himself.
Suddenly it seemed like a really stupid phobia that had him not kissing his
partners after they had sucked him off, especially considering the lewd sound
Jason made when Tony fisted a hand back in his hair and kissed him like his
life depended on it.
Robin buried his head into Clint's shoulder, biting the flesh there. "Cum for
me, Pet…Fuuuuck." Clint went rigid and cried out his release, Robin thrusting
his hips into Clint a few times, before Jason was the only one left as a
sweating, moaning mess. Robin cut the binds on Clint's arms, before handing the
knife to Clint. "Get him standing." Robin ordered, and Clint cut the lines that
were keeping Jason bent over, a satisfied, but still mischievous grin on his
face when he pulled Jason to lean against him and reached down to fiddle with
the toy in Jason's ass.
Jason twitched violently up onto his toes, the ropes keeping his legs spread
were the only reason Clint was still standing with the much taller man leaning
against him. "Aaaaahh.. F-fffuuuuuuuuuck." Jason's voice was pitched high, and
if it weren't for Tony's policy against letting another guy jizz in his mouth,
he would have been all over that purpling cock.
Robin chuckled when Tony reached over to feather his fingers along Jason's
strained abs. Robin dropped to his knees beside Tony, glancing up at Jason.
"You have 5 thrusts, Todd." he told him before leaning forward and closing his
lips around Jason's cock.
Tony knew first hand, that had Jason not been so fuck-desperate, he would have
lasted 5 thrusts just to spite Robin and come all over him. As it was, Tony was
surprised when Jason lasted three, before throwing his head back onto Clint's
shoulder (who, Tony noted with amusement, had to take a step back to support
Jason's weight), back arched and on the tips of his toes. Jason's teeth locked
and a whine just barely made its way past his abused throat, and when he
stopped breathing and his face tinged pink, Tony honest to god thought they had
killed Jason with that orgasm. Jason finally opened his mouth and sucked in air
as his body went limp (Clint sagged from supporting him and did Tony mention
that he loved how Jason was that perfect in between of a brick shit house and a
tank, but still somehow appearing lanky?)
Robin wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before moving to cut the bonds
that were holding Jason. Robin left Clint to rub feeling back into the red
marks criss-crossing Jason's extremities, slowly moving his way to the
crisscrossing marks across his back and chest. Robin returned, handing a bottle
of cream to Tony. "Rub this on the welts and cuts once a day, I don't care
when. It'll keep the deeper cuts from scarring and kthe welts from bruising."
Robin looked back to where Clint was already rubbing some medically smelling
oil into the wounds, Jason still to fuck-stupid to do anything but sigh and let
his eyes rest. "He might not want it, though. He's…sentimental…like that."
The way Robin said 'sentimental' made it sound bad in the way Tony was
'sentimental' about Afghanistan and nuclear weapons, kind of bad. "I'll take
care of him." Tony said as Robin came back with a blanket and bundled it around
Jason's shoulders when it proved to be too much of a hassle to try and put more
than his boxers and jeans on.
Tony and Clint managed to get dressed without the awkward silence (funny how
being fucked silly made people unlikely to have a conversation) before Tony and
Robin managed to get Jason out to the Porsche with Clint carrying Jason's heavy
jacket and boots.
Tony glanced at Jason, passed out in the passenger’s seat and breathing more
peacefully than Tony had seen him in the entirety of their 2-month relationship
(wow, 2 whole months? Tony was on a roll with this one). He felt himself smirk
at Robin's retreating back as he and Clint took off in Clint's old 4-banger.
Nobody made a slip up with Robin's ID, but Robin gave Tony more than he needed
to know.
"JARVIS. Run a search for 'Jason Todd'." Tony said with a smirk as he headed
towards home. He'd be the first person to figure out Batman even if it killed
him.
And when Jason woke up, it just might.
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