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“Wanna fuck?” Midnighter asks, leaning up against the dilapidated alley wall after their latest fight.
Dick turns to stare at him. He’s sort of surprised, but only by the sudden, crude nature of the request. Midnignter’s been eyeing him up like a hunk of meat since he first met him, but so far he hasn’t made any serious advances.
Dick rubs the aching patch on his jaw where Midnignter’s knuckles have probably left a bruise. Drags his gaze over M’s muscles in his leather suit.
“Sure.”
He’s not entirely sure where they end up. Midnighter pulls up a door, and Dick doesn’t ask any questions, just follows him through to the gaudy bedroom on the other side. Dark red walls, velvet sheets, mahogany furniture. It’s like if someone was asked to imagine the love shack as a bedroom. Is this where Midnighter takes all his lovers?
“Seriously?” Dick asks.
M just grins, shrugging out of his leather coat, and letting it crumple to the floor. “You really complaining about the decor, Grayson?”
He steps closer, crowding Dick up against the wall, forcing him to tilt his head back. This close, Dick can smell the sweat and blood from their fight, can feel the heat of him. He doesn’t normally do this sort of thing - he’s more of the monogamous, relationship sort of guy - but Dick would be lying if he said he hasn’t thought about this. Midnighter is hot. And Dick’s been so, so lonely.
M grabs his chin, drawing his attention back to him. “Last chance to back out, Grayson. I’m not gonna go easy on you.”
Dick snorts. “I’m a big boy. I can handle it.”
Midnighter grins, wide and predatory. Then he’s leaning down to press his mouth against Dick’s. Dick groans as M slants their lips together. He wastes no time pushing his tongue inside, fucking Dick’s mouth. It’s a rough, claiming kiss. Midnighter kisses sort of like he fights.
He pulls back just enough to pant, hot and damp, against Dick’s cheek. The grip on Dick’s chin slides to cup over the front of his throat.
“I’ve been waiting far too long to do that,” M says, nosing along Dick’s cheek to bite at his jaw. Dick arches up against him, rolling their hips together. He’s embarrassingly hard already, just from a bit of making out.
“M,” Dick gasps, strangled over a thick moan as Midnighter slides his knee between Dick’s thighs, letting him grind against him.
“You gonna be a good boy for me, Grayson?” Midnighter growls.
Dick’s surprised by the spark of arousal the words cause, a frisson of heat sliding down his spine to pool in his guts. Midnighter pulls back suddenly, leaving Dick leant up against the wall, back arched, the hard line of his cock bulging out the material of his trousers.
“Come on, kid,” M says, twisting his fingers into Dick’s shirt to tug him towards him, dragging him off balance. “Let’s take this to the bed.”
He twists them round, pushing Dick back onto the mattress. Dick catches himself on his hands, then lets himself fall back as M crawls up over him. Midnighter kisses him again, lips surprisingly soft. Dick spreads his legs, shuddering as M presses in between them and Dick can feel just how hard he is.
“M, please,” Dick groans, urging him closer, feeling desperate and overheated. Midnighter rolls his hips, grinding them together. Dick’s not sure he’s ever been this turned on this fast in his life.
“Take this off,” Midnighter growls, tugging roughly at Dick’s shirt, manhandling it over his head and tossing it behind him. The cool air of the room prickles over Dick’s exposed skin, shivering through his stomach. Midnighter goes for his trousers next, pulling them and his underwear off unceremoniously. Then Dick is completely bare, spread out beneath a still fully clothed M.
“You look good like this, Grayson,” M says with a smirk. “Splayed out and naked on my bed. I should have had you like this the entire time.”
“Fuck you.”
Midnighter grins, wide and sharp. “I was thinking I was going to fuck you, actually.”
Dick spreads his legs further in invitation, waggling his eyebrows stupidly. “Come on then. I haven’t got all day.”
“You’re so annoying,” M says, but he’s shucking his shirt off as he says it, revealing the broad expanse of his chest. He leans over Dick to reach into the bedside table, pressing biting, open-mouthed kisses to Dick’s throat as he fumbles in the drawer, pulling out a bottle of lube and a string of condoms with a triumphant noise.
He spreads Dick’s legs wider with his knees, the leather of his trousers cool against Dick’s thighs as he slicks his fingers with the lube, dropping his hand down between them to fist Dick’s aching cock. Dick gasps, hips thrusting up into Midnighter’s tight grip. He strokes Dick almost lazily, his mouth exploring the bared skin of Dick’s throat and chest.
“Thought you were going to fuck me?” Dick manages to get out, turning his head to give M better access.
“So impatient,” M purrs. But he lets go of Dick’s cock to add some more lube to his fingers. Dick whines at the loss of his touch, but Midnighter makes up for it by pushing two of his fingers right into him, with no warning whatsoever. Dick gasps, arching up from the mattress, grabbing at Midnighter’s wrists to keep him still.
“Holy shit, give a guy some warning.”
“You were the one complaining,” M grumbles. He pushes his fingers deeper, more gently this time, and Dick moans at the feeling, his grip spasming on M’s wrist. Midnighter twists his fingers, scissoring them apart. “Hands to yourself, Grayson. Or I’ll tie them.”
Dick can’t help the way he moans at that. Midnighter smirks, curling his fingers, rubbing along Dick’s walls until he finds the spot that makes Dick cry out, grabbing at Midnighter’s arms again. M slides another finger in alongside the others. He’s got big fingers, and this one is a little bit of a stretch, but that just makes it better. Dick wants him to fuck him.
“M,” he moans.
The fingers thrust deep enough that he can feel the brush of Midnighter’s knuckles against his ass. Then they’re pulling free, leaving him empty. He would be embarrassed about the noise that he makes, except Midnighter is flipping him over, pressing his face into the sheets.
“Think I might tie you up anyway,” M says, hot and damp against his spine. “Keep you right where I want you.”
“Fuck,” Dick gasps out. The image is hotter than it has any right to be. He stays put as Midnighter pulls back, the sound of the drawer sliding open. M grips his wrists, drawing his arms up behind his back, wrist to elbow. He ties them there with what must be rope, sturdy but not rough against his skin.
“Alright?” Midnighter asks softly. Dick twists his arms, testing the give of the rope. It holds fast, tight enough to restrict his movement, but not so tight as to hurt. If Dick really wanted to, he could be out of the ropes in less than a minute. But he doesn’t want to. The feeling of being at M’s mercy, of being tied and exposed beneath him, has Dick’s cock throbbing almost painfully between his legs.
“Good,” M says. “Cause I’m going to fuck you now.”
Dick can hear the sound of a zipper. The rip of the condom packet. The slick sound of M touching himself. Then he’s gripping Dick by the hips. Dick’s expecting to feel the press of his cock, body tight with anticipation and arousal. Instead, he’s suddenly being flipped, Midnighter manhandling him until M is beneath him, laying on his back, Dick straddling his thighs. It’s harder to keep his balance with his hands tied behind him, but Dick manages to stay upright, knees pressed into the mattress on either side of M’s hips.
“That’s better,” M says with a grin. “Why should I have to do all the work, hm?”
He slaps Dick’s thigh, like he’s spurring a horse into action, and Dick would be offended, if he didn’t find it so hot instead. M reaches between them to grip the base of his own cock, using his other hand to press insistently at Dick’s hip, and Dick lets himself be eased down, the head of Midnighter’s cock teasing at his entrance.
He rolls his hips, bearing down as Midnighter thrusts up. Dick moans as M’s cock breaches him. Three fingers wasn’t enough. Midnighter feels huge, pushing up inside him. He lets his head fall forward against his chest, his thighs tensing as he lowers himself down, taking Midnighter’s cock in jerking little thrusts until his ass is pressed against M’s hips.
For a moment, they’re both frozen, waiting for Dick to adjust to the thick girth of M inside him. “Oh fuck,” Dick says shakily. He lifts himself up, both of them groaning as M drags out of him. Midnighter grabs at his thighs, pulling him back down as he thrusts up. Dick cries out, pleasure sparking up his spine. M’s hands are hot on his hips. He’s panting, open-mouthed. Dick rolls his hips, moaning at the way Midnighter’s cock rubs up inside him. He lifts his hips, riding M in a fast, dirty rhythm.
Dick freezes as the door swings open. The bedroom door, not one of Midnighter’s, although at this point Dick isn’t sure which would be worse. M’s grip tightens on his thighs, digging in hard enough to bruise as Dick clenches around him, adrenaline racing through his veins, muscles bunching in preparation for a fight.
“Wait,” Midnighter snaps, holding Dick still with an iron grip. “He’s with me.”
“What?” Dick gasps. For a moment he can’t seem to understand what Midnighter’s saying, thrown off by the way M’s cock is still filling him, thick and rigid. The sparks of pleasure as he rubs up inside him.
“Grayson,” Midnighter carries on, seemingly unaffected by the way Dick is still sat on top of him. “This is Apollo. My husband.”
“Your…what?!”
The guy that steps through the doorway is blonde and broad and gorgeous. Dick’s still stuck on the word husband - because what the actual fuck? - and ends up staring stupidly, jaw slack.
“You got started without me,” Apollo says, mild and reproachful, and totally not the reaction Dick had been expecting. Not that he was expecting this at all.
Dick should free himself from the ropes, cover himself up, do anything except sit on Midnighter’s cock, exposed and vulnerable. He’s never met this guy before - never even knew he existed - and now he’s naked in front of him and speared on his husband’s dick.
“Jealous?” Midnighter asks with a smirk. He’s talking to Apollo, looking right over Dick’s shoulder, totally ignoring him.
Apollo snorts. He rakes his gaze over Dick’s naked body, hot on his skin. Dick shivers, twists his wrists against the bindings. M takes one hand off his thigh to grab at the knot of the rope in an oddly possessive gesture.
“Do I need to be jealous?” Apollo asks, but he’s smiling as he says it, stepping closer to the bed. The mattress dips beneath his weight as he climbs up behind Dick, straddling M’s thighs. He puts his hand over Midnighter’s on the rope and presses up against Dick’s back, pushing him down so he can kiss M over Dick’s shoulder.
“Wait,“ Dick says. “Wait. We should -“
They should talk about this, shouldn’t they? Dick’s pretty sure you’re not supposed to just spring this sort of thing on people. He feels like he should maybe be introducing himself properly, getting to know M’s husband over a coffee or something and not in the middle of what is apparently becoming a threesome. They should talk about boundaries and expectations and what all this means. They should -
The words get lost in the press of bodies against him. Dick’s not a small guy, but he certainly feels it crushed between these two men. Apollo’s shirt is soft against Dick’s overheated skin. He takes M’s mouth in a hot, claiming kiss. Dick can see the wet, pink flash of their tongues. Midnighter groans, his hips hitching up in a hot roll that shudders through Dick.
“Fuck,” Dick moans shakily. “M.”
They break apart with a wet noise that has Dick’s cock throbbing. Midnighter’s pupils are blown wide, swallowing up his irises. His grip is bruising on Dick’s hip. His mouth is open around panting breaths, wet and dark. He looks gorgeous.
Apollo slides a heated palm up Dick’s back, fingers pressing in on either side of his spine. His lips brush Dick’s ear, voice low and liquid. “I think I want to fuck you now, Dick Grayson.”
Dick and Midnighter both shudder. Hot fingers trace between Dick’s cheeks, rubbing at his rim where it’s stretched around M’s cock. Midnighter groans low in his throat, head tilting back, his hips hitching in shallow little thrusts. Apollo eases the tip of one finger in alongside M, teasing. The stretch has Dick moaning, arching back against his broad chest. He’s never slept with more than one person before. It’s a heady feeling - to have two peoples’ attention on him. To feel Apollo’s finger rubbing against M’s cock inside him.
Apollo wraps a thick arm around Dick’s waist and hauls him up off Midnighter’s cock. Dick gasps at the easy way he manhandles him, and the way the move leaves him empty, clenching around nothing. Midnighter’s cock bobs against his belly, slick and red.
Dick can hear the rustling of clothes, then he’s being shifted back further, settled onto his knees over M’s spread legs. Apollo lets go of his waist to press lightly on his lower back, easing him down. With his hands tied behind his back Dick ends up with his face in M’s groin, his nose mashed into his hip.
Midnighter strips the condom from his cock with a bitten back groan, grabbing at Dick’s hair with his other hand. He drags Dick closer, rolling his hips so his cock slides wetly against Dick’s cheek.
“Come on, Grayson,” he says, low and rough with arousal. “Open that pretty mouth of yours.”
Dick lets his jaw fall slack, tilting his head as much as he can with Midnighter’s fingers still tight in his hair. His lips part around hot flesh, pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses to the shaft. M groans, tugging him up until Dick is kissing the tip, tasting salt and musk.
“Wait,” Apollo says from behind him. M and Dick freeze as one. There’s something in the tone of Apollo’s voice that defies being argued with, authoritative, and achingly hot. He leans back down over Dick’s back, the hard line of his erection pressing against Dick’s ass. His hole clenches around nothing. He wants Apollo to fill him back up. To fuck him.
“Apollo-” M starts with a groan.
“I want him to beg for it,” Apollo says. Heat flashes through Dick at the words, arousal sharp in his guts. His cock throbs where it lays almost flush to his belly, harder than he’s ever been, dripping wet with precome.
“Please,” he gasps, lips brushing against M’s cock. Midnighter shivers, his fingers tightening, but he makes no move to drag Dick closer.
“I think you can do better than that, sweetheart,” Apollo purrs.
Dick groans, panting hard over the head of Midnighter’s cock. “Please, Apollo,” he says, all sense of dignity and pride lost to the heady rush of arousal. “M, please. Fuck me, fill me up. I want it, please.”
“Much better,” Apollo says. He presses a kiss to the nape of Dick’s neck, shifts, cock sliding wetly over Dick’s ass cheeks. Then he’s pressing in.
He’s big. Bigger than Midnighter. Which is saying something, because M’s cock is a beast in itself. Dick’s loose and wet from being fucked open already, but the stretch still has his back arching, his breath punching from his lungs in a strangled moan. Apollo seats himself in one achingly deep thrust, until his hips are pressed against Dick’s ass.
“A-Apollo,” Dick chokes out. He feels so full. Apollo huffs an amused breath against Dick’s nape, sending a shiver through him. He pants against M’s cock, adjusting to the stretch as he trembles between them.
“You take me so well,” Apollo murmurs. “Such a good boy for us.”
Dick moans, the sound strangling in his throat as Apollo draws his hips back, then thrusts forward, rubbing just right along Dick’s clenching walls. He starts a rough, fast rhythm that jolts Dick across the sheets. He’s thick enough that every thrust presses on Dick’s sweet spot, the pleasure building fast.
“God, you two look so good like this,” Midnighter says. He slides his hand to the back of Dick’s skull, urging him back to his cock. Dick shifts his weight onto one shoulder so he can get the right angle to take M’s dick into his mouth. Midnighter lets out a harsh breath as Dick swallows him down, the motion of Apollo’s thrusts forcing him to take more than he normally would straight away.
His throat spasms and he swallows desperately around M. Apollo grabs onto his hip with one hand and takes the rope in his other, dragging him back to meet him as he thrusts forward. Dick moans helplessly, rocked between the two men, split open on their cocks.
“Fuck,” Midnighter grunts. His hips rock up, shallow thrusts that press the head of his cock into the back of Dick’s throat. “Fuck, I’m not gonna last.”
Dick’s close himself, his cock slapping up against his belly with every thrust, sharp pleasure pooling in his pelvis, hot in his stomach. Every brush of Apollo’s cock against his prostate has him moaning, drool sliding from the corners of his mouth where it’s stretched wide around M’s dick. Everything is wet and messy, and drawing up tight. Dick feels stuffed full and fit to burst.
“Shit,” Apollo groans. “That’s it, Midnighter. You can come for me, love.”
M’s grip spasms where he’s clutching Dick close. His hips thrust up hard as he crushes Dick’s face against him. His cock throbs. Then he’s coming down Dick’s throat, trembling against him as he groans out his release.
Dick swallows, riding it out until M sags back against the mattress, his grip on Dick’s hair loosening. He lets his cock slip from between Dick’s lips, still red and hard and slick with Dick’s saliva. The taste of him on Dick’s tongue has him moaning, pressing his cheek to M’s thigh. He’s so close. He just needs a little more.
“Please,” he gasps out. “One of you please touch me.”
Apollo grunts, using the grip on the rope to haul Dick up onto his knees, back to his chest, his hands crushed against Apollo’s taut stomach. Apollo’s cock seems to reach even deeper like this, pushing up into his guts, sending shocks of pleasure shooting up his spine, tingling in his fingertips. His cock bobs obscenely in front of him, leaking precome all over M’s thighs and the sheets.
“I think you can come just like this,” Apollo says, low and thick in his ear. “Sitting pretty on my cock.”
He thrusts up hard, rocking Dick in his lap. Midnighter is watching them with lidded eyes, his half-hard cock resting against his thigh. The hand on Dick’s hip slides up his stomach, tweaking at a nipple, before settling over his throat. Apollo doesn’t squeeze, doesn’t cut off his air, but just the threat of it - or rather the promise - has Dick gasping, the pressure in his stomach drawing tight, an elastic band ready to snap.
“Come on, Grayson,” M purrs. His gaze is heavy on Dick’s skin. “Come for us.”
That’s all it takes. He comes so hard he sees stars, spasming on Apollo’s lap, his head thrown back, cock jerking untouched between his legs. He comes all over Midnighter, clenching down hard on Apollo’s cock, who groans, dropping his hands to Dick’s hips to drag him flush against him, burying himself deep as he spills inside him.
Dick slumps in Apollo’s grip, panting hard, loose-limbed and warm from orgasm. Apollo presses a soft kiss to the back of his neck, shifting his hold to Dick’s chest so he can lower him gently into Midnighter’s arms.
“Hang on,” he says. “Let me just get these.”
He works the ropes loose, and Dick groans as his arms fall from where they’ve been held against his back. Apollo catches them, rubbing his warm palms over the tingling, aching muscles.
Beneath him, Midnighter shifts, wrapping one arm around his back and tilting his head up with the other, so he can get a good look at Dick’s face. Dick smiles dopily at him.
“Feeling good, Grayson?” M asks, one side of his mouth pulled up into a lopsided smile.
“Holy shit,” Dick says. “Feeling fantastic.”
Midnighter chuckles, combing his fingers through Dick’s hair. Dick’s not entirely sure what he’d been expecting after all this, but it certainly wasn’t a cuddle from Midnighter of all people. Although Dick definitely isn’t complaining.
Apollo lays down beside them, propped up on one elbow. He leans in to press a sweet, chaste kiss to Midnighter’s lips, then pulls back to smile gently down at Dick.
“I’m sorry, this isn’t how I’d normally introduce myself. I had thought that Midnighter was going to wait until I got here to actually start anything.”
M shrugs. “You were taking too long. I couldn’t wait.”
“I don’t mind,” Dick says. “I had a good time. If you - if you ever want to do this again, I’d be down.”
Midnighter grins, leaning down to whisper hot against Dick’s ear. “Maybe next time you can take us both, huh Grayson? I always did think you were an overachiever.”
Dick shivers. He’s looking forward to it already.