fic - ring
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munninTitle: Ring
Characters: Roy/Dick/Tim
Fandom: DCU
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: All fun, no cash.
Author’s notes: 100% organic. May contain minor flaws and imperfections that beta-treated slash wouldn’t.
Summary: this was meant to be a quick fill for jokers_daughter’s birthday cause I haven’t finished the one I was writing for her but it got away from me. Hope you like it JD.
Tim followed Dick’s locater to one of his safe-houses. Nightwing had taken quite a beating in that last fight and Tim was worried about him. The way Dick took off as soon as the police showed to take over made him wonder what injuries his big brother was hiding.
But as he leant in the window of the apartment, carefully not to trip any of the security systems, he could see why Dick was in such a hurry.
Roy was on his knees, the archer’s broad hands spread over Dick’s narrow hips, holding the lithe aerialist down as he bend Dick back over the couch.
Dick’s hand’s moved ceaselessly over Roy’s skin, ruffling through his hair and pulling at the archer’s clothes. “Naked! Now!” He whimpered, tugging at Roy’s shirt.
“Not yet.” Roy purred, low enough to make Tim shiver from the other side of the room. He leant back just far enough for Tim to catch a glimpse of something metallic and shiny at the tip of Dick’s cock.
A small silver ring.
Tim felt the air in his lungs catch. Dick was pierced? He knew Roy had some jewellery (not that he’d ever been brave enough to ask) but Dick? Tim reached out to catch the window frame, desperately trying to hold himself up. The sudden and dizzying desire to touch; to taste his brother’s jewellery was breathtaking. It had been a kink of his ever since Bernard’s aborted attempt at getting his lips pierced.
Roy shifted slightly, glancing over his shoulder with a sharp smile and grabbed Dick, dragging him over to the bed and throwing him down. “Gunna blindfold you pretty bird. You good with that?”
“As long as I can lose the shirt.” Dick growled in return, pawing at the tight cloth of his suit.
Roy let Dick shrug the top half of his costume, his tights still pooled around his knees and grabbed a silk scarf from the top drawer, binding Dick’s eyes. “On your back now Dicky bird. Wait for me there.”
The aerialist whimpered at the loss as Roy got up from the bed and crossed silently to the window where Tim perched transfixed. “Enjoying the show babybird?” Roy whispered, stalking up too close to the frozen Robin. “Wanna join in?”
Tim knew he was breathing too fast as Roy’s hand ghosted down his cheek, the archer’s callused thumb scrapping his lower lip.
“Hungry for him already aren’t you?” Roy murmured, leaning in close to whisper in Tim’s ear. “It’s the ring isn’t it?”
Tim could barely move let alone answer as Roy guided his hand up his chest to the barbell that pierced his nipple, moaning softly as he rubbed Tim’s gloved fingers over them.
“And these aren’t half as sensitive as what he’s got.” The archer crooned. “I think you need to get your cute little ass over there and play.”
Tim couldn’t breathe to protest as Roy pulled him inside. The archer stripping him of cape, gloves and belt with practiced ease, cupping Tim's hard-on through his tights. “For him or me?”
“Both.” Tim whimpered, surprised by his own voice.
“Good.” The archer pulled him close, forcing his tongue between Tim’s lips in a bruising kiss. “Now go and get a taste of that ring.”
Tim fell more than climbed onto the bed as Roy shoved him towards his mostly naked brother. He licked his lips unthinkingly; settling himself between Dick’s outstretched legs.
“Roy?” Dick called uncertainly, reaching out for the dip in the bed but the archer moved behind him, catching the aerialist’s wrists and pinning them to the mattress.
“Stay still.” Roy growled. “Trust me babe, you’re gonna like this.”
Tim could feel the tension in Dick’s body as he ran his hands up Dick’s thighs, feeling the scared skin as familiar as his own and yet not. This was Dick, his brother and first crush, stretched out under his hands, hard and naked, and dripping...
A bead of precome pearled at the head of Dick's cock, shining as it slid over the silver of Dick’s jewellery and Tim knew he was lost. He leant in to lick it off, moaning to the feel of the warm metal against his tongue.
“Oh god.” Dick bucked under their hands, groaning as Roy held him pinned. “Oh god please.” He was already too wound up and the tentative, feather light licks were driving him insane. “I need to see! Roy please?”
Roy chuckled and met Tim’s eye, accepting the young man’s nod as permission. Just as Roy slipped back the blindfold, Tim drove himself down, feeling the ring slide against his throat.
“Tim!” Dick screamed, fighting to free his hands but Roy held him down, both of Dick’s wrists in one broad hand as he pulled his cock from the confines of his jeans.
“Seems Babybird’s got a kink for your shiny bits.” Roy drawled teasing, stroking himself over Dick’s face. “Only fair to let him indulge it.”
“Let me touch him! Please Roy?” Dick moaned. “Tim! Oh god little brother! So good!” He was panting now, too close to the edge.
“Hold him.” Tim ordered, shocked by his own boldness. Having his teasing brother helpless under him was too good, too hot. He pushed down hard on Dick’s hips, using the pressure points to keep the lithe aerialist still as he tongued the slick ring.
Dick cried and moaned as they tortured him – Tim’s hot mouth, teasing and tasting, flighty and fast and the bird he was named for and Roy’s hard cock, held just out of reach as the archer stroked himself, rough and fast.
The first splatter of Roy’s come, hot on the naked skin of his chest drove Dick over the edge, arching up to spill over Tim’s sweet mouth. The sight of his release dripping from his little brother’s lips was enough to make Dick tear himself out of Roy’s slightly relaxed grip and tackle the youth to the bed, licking and kissing him clean.
“God babybird.” Dick whimpered as he pushed Tim down. “Why didn’t you tell me you had a thing for piercings?”
Roy cupped the back of Dick’s neck, pulling him back to let Tim breath. “Interrogate the kid later.” He growled, pushing Dick’s dark head lower. “Right now I wanna watch you return the favour.”
Characters: Roy/Dick/Tim
Fandom: DCU
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: All fun, no cash.
Author’s notes: 100% organic. May contain minor flaws and imperfections that beta-treated slash wouldn’t.
Summary: this was meant to be a quick fill for jokers_daughter’s birthday cause I haven’t finished the one I was writing for her but it got away from me. Hope you like it JD.
Tim followed Dick’s locater to one of his safe-houses. Nightwing had taken quite a beating in that last fight and Tim was worried about him. The way Dick took off as soon as the police showed to take over made him wonder what injuries his big brother was hiding.
But as he leant in the window of the apartment, carefully not to trip any of the security systems, he could see why Dick was in such a hurry.
Roy was on his knees, the archer’s broad hands spread over Dick’s narrow hips, holding the lithe aerialist down as he bend Dick back over the couch.
Dick’s hand’s moved ceaselessly over Roy’s skin, ruffling through his hair and pulling at the archer’s clothes. “Naked! Now!” He whimpered, tugging at Roy’s shirt.
“Not yet.” Roy purred, low enough to make Tim shiver from the other side of the room. He leant back just far enough for Tim to catch a glimpse of something metallic and shiny at the tip of Dick’s cock.
A small silver ring.
Tim felt the air in his lungs catch. Dick was pierced? He knew Roy had some jewellery (not that he’d ever been brave enough to ask) but Dick? Tim reached out to catch the window frame, desperately trying to hold himself up. The sudden and dizzying desire to touch; to taste his brother’s jewellery was breathtaking. It had been a kink of his ever since Bernard’s aborted attempt at getting his lips pierced.
Roy shifted slightly, glancing over his shoulder with a sharp smile and grabbed Dick, dragging him over to the bed and throwing him down. “Gunna blindfold you pretty bird. You good with that?”
“As long as I can lose the shirt.” Dick growled in return, pawing at the tight cloth of his suit.
Roy let Dick shrug the top half of his costume, his tights still pooled around his knees and grabbed a silk scarf from the top drawer, binding Dick’s eyes. “On your back now Dicky bird. Wait for me there.”
The aerialist whimpered at the loss as Roy got up from the bed and crossed silently to the window where Tim perched transfixed. “Enjoying the show babybird?” Roy whispered, stalking up too close to the frozen Robin. “Wanna join in?”
Tim knew he was breathing too fast as Roy’s hand ghosted down his cheek, the archer’s callused thumb scrapping his lower lip.
“Hungry for him already aren’t you?” Roy murmured, leaning in close to whisper in Tim’s ear. “It’s the ring isn’t it?”
Tim could barely move let alone answer as Roy guided his hand up his chest to the barbell that pierced his nipple, moaning softly as he rubbed Tim’s gloved fingers over them.
“And these aren’t half as sensitive as what he’s got.” The archer crooned. “I think you need to get your cute little ass over there and play.”
Tim couldn’t breathe to protest as Roy pulled him inside. The archer stripping him of cape, gloves and belt with practiced ease, cupping Tim's hard-on through his tights. “For him or me?”
“Both.” Tim whimpered, surprised by his own voice.
“Good.” The archer pulled him close, forcing his tongue between Tim’s lips in a bruising kiss. “Now go and get a taste of that ring.”
Tim fell more than climbed onto the bed as Roy shoved him towards his mostly naked brother. He licked his lips unthinkingly; settling himself between Dick’s outstretched legs.
“Roy?” Dick called uncertainly, reaching out for the dip in the bed but the archer moved behind him, catching the aerialist’s wrists and pinning them to the mattress.
“Stay still.” Roy growled. “Trust me babe, you’re gonna like this.”
Tim could feel the tension in Dick’s body as he ran his hands up Dick’s thighs, feeling the scared skin as familiar as his own and yet not. This was Dick, his brother and first crush, stretched out under his hands, hard and naked, and dripping...
A bead of precome pearled at the head of Dick's cock, shining as it slid over the silver of Dick’s jewellery and Tim knew he was lost. He leant in to lick it off, moaning to the feel of the warm metal against his tongue.
“Oh god.” Dick bucked under their hands, groaning as Roy held him pinned. “Oh god please.” He was already too wound up and the tentative, feather light licks were driving him insane. “I need to see! Roy please?”
Roy chuckled and met Tim’s eye, accepting the young man’s nod as permission. Just as Roy slipped back the blindfold, Tim drove himself down, feeling the ring slide against his throat.
“Tim!” Dick screamed, fighting to free his hands but Roy held him down, both of Dick’s wrists in one broad hand as he pulled his cock from the confines of his jeans.
“Seems Babybird’s got a kink for your shiny bits.” Roy drawled teasing, stroking himself over Dick’s face. “Only fair to let him indulge it.”
“Let me touch him! Please Roy?” Dick moaned. “Tim! Oh god little brother! So good!” He was panting now, too close to the edge.
“Hold him.” Tim ordered, shocked by his own boldness. Having his teasing brother helpless under him was too good, too hot. He pushed down hard on Dick’s hips, using the pressure points to keep the lithe aerialist still as he tongued the slick ring.
Dick cried and moaned as they tortured him – Tim’s hot mouth, teasing and tasting, flighty and fast and the bird he was named for and Roy’s hard cock, held just out of reach as the archer stroked himself, rough and fast.
The first splatter of Roy’s come, hot on the naked skin of his chest drove Dick over the edge, arching up to spill over Tim’s sweet mouth. The sight of his release dripping from his little brother’s lips was enough to make Dick tear himself out of Roy’s slightly relaxed grip and tackle the youth to the bed, licking and kissing him clean.
“God babybird.” Dick whimpered as he pushed Tim down. “Why didn’t you tell me you had a thing for piercings?”
Roy cupped the back of Dick’s neck, pulling him back to let Tim breath. “Interrogate the kid later.” He growled, pushing Dick’s dark head lower. “Right now I wanna watch you return the favour.”
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Date: 2010-04-24 05:11 am (UTC)