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It wasn't the first time it happened, being a sidekick often required squeezing through small gaps your mentor could never quite fit in — however, being inside the smallest wardrobe known to humankind as an adult with two other grown men wasn't as frequent.
The mission should have been quick.
Go inside the school, get the information, exit without being seen.
Pretty easy, right?
Loud incorrect buzzer.
Roy was tasked with scooping out the presidential office while Dick headed for the main suspect classroom and Jason inspected the camera-less basement.
At a certain point, Dick tapped two times on his earpiece, signaling that an unknown subject was entering the school. It also meant regrouping was quintessential.
They all met up in a secondary hallway and, desperate not to be caught, they had spent way too much time on this mission to fuck it up, Dick grabbed Roy who grabbed Jason in turn, and threw the two and himself into a random wardrobe.
Needless to say, the unknown person was not the god awful child-trafficking teacher, but the nice old janitor who had forgotten his box lunch in the canteen. Couldn't he have waited tomorrow morning to pick it up?
"He's gone, we can go now." Nightwing said, signaling for Hood to open the door. Jason tried to turn around since get the door knob was behind his back only to invade Roy's space and plaster him against Dick like a pancake. There was no space for such big movement after all.
"Hey!" Arsenal scolded, voice muffled by Dick's hair, as Jason finally gave up on his original plan and went for a simple hand behind back approach. The sound of a rattling door knob echoed in the small room for some seconds before Jason said anything.
"The door isn't opening," he informed them calmly, not bothering with an apology to the older man for squishing him like a stress ball.
"Let me try." Dick suggested, pressing against Roy's chest to reach the door knob. Roy, who wasn't really balanced thanks to Jason's rough treatment, was swayed like a rocking crib once again.
As Dick's cheeks brushed his, the stubble on his chin tickled Roy's, making him shiver like a leaf in strong weather.
"Did you forget to shave?" Roy asked trying to put some distance between their faces — almost forgetting Jason was right behind him and hitting him square in the face with his hair.
There was no escaping these two.
"I was late to work," Dick explained in a rush, rattling the door knob with all the force he could manage in this position. "Okay, we're stuck."
"No shit, Sherlock," Jason huffed near Roy's ear, air that went directly to the redhead's auditory canal and made him shake off the feeling of hundreds of ants getting cozy in it. His arm jerked involuntarily towards his ear and, thanks to the small space, his elbow collided so hard against the wooden door, Roy felt his arm explode into little sizzling stars.
A grave hum of agony left his mouth as he finally caressed his ear, trying to get the ants out of it.
"You okay?" Dick asked, putting his hand on top of his to sense any wound and smacking Jason in the process.
'Serves you well, asshole,' Roy thought bitterly.
"Watch it, dick," Jason hissed, name coming out more as an insult rather than an appellative. The whisper caused Roy to shiver again, making him jostle against Jason instead of the door.
"Names on the field," Dick barked back, whispering as well for some reason.
"Who the fuck is going to think your name is Dick anyway? Who cares!" a voice whispered closer to Roy's ear, aggravating his shivers.
The trembling wouldn't have been that bad if they happened to be anywhere else, but they were stuck in a four walled prison and Roy kept knocking his hips against the wardrobe's door with every movement.
His patience threshold was reaching his peak and that was saying a lot for a single parent.
"Careful there," Jason advised him like he wasn't one of the main causes of the problem. He put his hands on Roy's waist as a preventive measure, thinking it would genuinely help.
It had the opposite effect.
As soon as his fingers touched Roy's compression shirt, the older man started giggling like a broken radio. Jason had to remember the archer was ticklish to a fault. They had spent way too many nights together to forget.
"Oh my God, are you still ticklish?" he wondered out loud, pressing his finger on Roy's sides with newfound vigor.
Roy didn't dignify the question with a response, slapping away Jason's wandering hands unsuccessfully.
His other problem was Dick who had somehow, without his notice, neared his face gradually until their lips ghosted over each other's. Dick's measured breath was gentle on his bottom lip. Roy let out a tired sigh before going for a gentler approach and slamming Dick's face away with his free hand. A smile growing on his face when he heard an offended "ow" coming out of him.
Unluckily, his victory was cut short since Jason had resumed his tight grip on Roy's waist to steady him during the slap. Not even five seconds later and the man was back on his tickling bullshit.
"Stop," Roy sputtered between wheezes, but Jason was restless. His abdomen was spasming so hard from all the laughing it was starting to hurt.
The other man, suddenly close like he was never pushed away in the first place, raised both hands to wrap them around Roy's cheeks.
"Stop, Jason. He'll whack his head open," Dick instructed.
"Oh, so now names on the field are a-okay." Jason responded petulantly, crowding Roy in the already incredibly small space to get closer to the acrobat's face, "it's always like this with you."
The grip on his sides was digging a home in his stomach. It didn't hurt per se, vigilantes had a higher pain tolerance than most, but he did hope it wouldn't leave marks, the ones on his upper body were always harder to disguise. Lian's English teacher already thought he had the kinkiest sex known to man whenever he picked her up on Monday.
"Like what?" Dick growled, showing teeth with an ugly scowl. He was usually better at ignoring Jason's taunts than this. Maybe he was particularly stressed today or tired from his usual bullshit, but he rose to the bait without missing a beat.
Jason's smile turned wicked.
"You know what I'm talking about, dickhead." Jason snarked back, lowering his face to better meet the other man's eyes in challenge.
Their faces were not even two centimeters away from Roy's left ear, sending their increasingly heavy breaths straight down his chin and nape. The goosebumps on his arms were growing goosebumps of their own.
"No, no. Please do tell what the hell you're on about," Dick spit out in an angry hiss.
Roy moaned.
Dick and Jason snapped their heads his direction but Roy was too busy staring at the floor to notice it. A beautiful reddish color made his way down his neck, reaching his shoulders.
It was so oblivious a moan, Roy couldn't even disguise it as a fart — they also heard it many times before.
"Please go back to arguing." Roy pleaded, letting his head rest on Dick's shoulder to hide his face in his neck.
Dick saw it as an opportunity to start brushing the nape of his neck with one hand, right where he had cut it last week. Four seconds of this and Roy was a trembling mess once more.
"Where you enjoying yourself, Roy?" Dick asked in mock sweetness, fingers growing more confident and dancing on the back of his neck.
Roy didn't trust himself to respond.
Too distracted by Dick's magic hand, Roy hadn't noticed the knee nudging apart his legs to place itself between them until Jason was pressing it against his crotch.
"When isn't he? He's like a bitch in heat, this one. Always liked it rough too," Jason said, mean as ever.
A gasp escaped Roy's mouth and Jason took it as encouragement.
He grew bolder, pulling Roy up with his thick thigh until he couldn't hide anymore. Roy got on his tip toes to regain a modicum of balance. All the while, Dick's nails brushed Roy's sensitive skin like the feather of a rare bird.
Roy realized he was double trapped — in the wardrobe and between the two men.
"Shouldn't we call one of the Robins?" Roy asked with a feeble voice. He didn't have the courage to speak any louder.
"Why? Are you uncomfortable?" Dick responded with fake worry, mouth right next to his ear. So close in fact, his bottom lip was touching the outside of it.
The strain in Roy's pants was getting noticeable second by second.
"Are we making you uncomfortable, Roy?" Jason asked, voice so deep Roy could feel it rumbling against his back. He felt a nip at his neck, the one a puppy who had yet to understand its strength would give — Roy gasped an unreleased breath.
Probably feeling excluded, Dick's hands trailed their way up Roy's chest until they reached his pecs and squeezed them like he was a cow ready for milking.
"Why do you never wear the bra I brought you?" Dick asked, leaving a trail of kisses from his chest to his chin. "It was expensive, you know?"
Roy whimpered.
"If you keep going, he's gonna start leaking milk," Jason joked with his brother like Roy wasn't there. It shouldn't have turned him on as much as it did.
"Good, I'm thirsty." Dick said smiling against Roy's covered chest. Roy looked down to see him staring intently back with dark eyes.
Seeing where all the rage was at, Jason retraced his thigh and took his hands off his sides, resulting in an unbalanced Roy falling arms open on Dick.
Then, he grabbed the back of Roy's compression shirt and yanked him back. Finally, Jason roughly raised his arms to take off Roy's shirt and touch him skin to skin.
Roy didn't even have time to process the situation before he was being groped like a stress ball again.
He let out a pained yowl as each brother focused on a pec, painting them red and dark violet. Dick was sucking on it like a newborn, leaving a litany of hickies around Roy's nipples.
Roy grabbed Dick's hair in retaliation, tightening his hold whenever Jason pinched too hard or Dick bit too deeply.
He had become a chew toy.
A particularly harsh tag caused Dick to stop and seek out Roy's half lidded eyes. He kept looking at him as he left a reverent kiss on his pec, Dick's pupils dilated to the point his dark blue irises were almost gone.
As Jason tried to get real human milk out of Roy, Dick tired of his tits and reached for Roy's pants. He unbuckled them in seconds. He pulled down his jock strap to reveal Roy's half hard cock.
Dick flicked it with two fingers.
Roy's reaction was instantaneous — with a sharp inhale, he went still like an animal faking his death for survival.
Dick stopped. He grabbed Jason's hands to stop him as well and manhandled Roy's face until their gaze met.
"Everything okay, Speedy?" he asked with a tone so sweet and caring it felt like a warm hug. Roy suddenly wanted to cry.
He nodded.
"I need a verbal response, Roy," Dick said gently, caressing his cheeks with his thumbs.
It was a moment before Roy was able to utter a complete sentence, "yes, I'm okay. You just took me by surprise."
Dick gave him a blinding smile and Roy couldn't help mirroring it.
"I'm sorry, sweetheart," Dick apologized, sounding genuine. He neared slowly to give Roy's enough time to turn his head if he didn't want to kiss him and gave him a gentle peck.
Jason snorted, ""Sweetheart"? Really? No wonder he left your vanilla ass for Jade."
Before the man could say anything more to ruin the sweet moment, Dick was already speaking.
"Please," Dick sighed, all the warmth for his tone far away now that he wasn't talking to Roy. "Let's not compare asses if you know you ain't winning."
Roy didn't appreciate Dick speaking in his stead, he could defend himself, but he was right nonetheless so he let out a little giggle at the double entendre.
What he didn't expect was for Jason let out a breath-taking hearty laugh. He turned his head around to look at him surprised.
A wild smile appeared on his features, making Roy remember how young the man was, how he still had half his twenties to live while Roy was already thirty-one.
Roy took his sweet time to marvel agape at how handsome Jason was. It was easy to forget with his red helmet on most nights.
"Cat got you tongue or are you still out of it, sweetheart?," Jason asked him, a mocking inflection as he uttered the pet name.
"I was looking at how pretty you are," Roy responded with as much sincerity as his voice could convey.
Jason burnt from embarrassment.
Roy liked him best when he was covered in red from head to toe, but the strain he was putting on his neck to look at him was unbearable after one minute so he let the man be and turned back around in time to see the least of Dick's smug smirk.
His thumbs had started swiping gently up and down Roy's nape during the conversation. It was shooting.
"Don't worry, Jaybird. You may not win the ass competition but you still have the biggest dick I've ever taken," Roy admitted just to see the smirk on Dick's face crumbling down like a sand castle.
"Oh, really?" Dick challenged and Roy knew he was fucked.
The man wasted no time and searched for the lube in his belt's compartment, spread it on his hands and gave Roy's dick a good squeeze.
"It's gonna be cold" was the only warning Roy got before a finger entered him.
He let out the first half of a loud shrill before a hand came to cover his mouth to silence him. The hand must have been Jason's — it was so big it covered half his face.
"You want everybody to hear you? Mh? So they can come and take a turn with you too? Fingers aren't enough for a slut like you after all," Jason mocked, using his free hand to administer some loving to one of his nipples, twisting and pulling until it was violent red and puffy.
While Roy was busy trying to not suffocate by Jason's hand, Dick was already two fingers deep and scissoring him vigorously.
His pleas for more were indecipherable thanks to his position but Dick must have understood him all the same because he moved Roy closer to put a third and fourth fingers in at the same time.
"You're so warm inside," Dick almost moaned. "Sucking in my fingers like a good boy, keeping them warm."
Roy responded with a muffled whine. His ass throbbing around Dick's finger, trying to trap them inside. Greedily asking for more. Maybe the whole fist.
Jason moved his hand away only to show two fingers down his mouth. A series of chocking sounds bounced off the wall as Jason's big fingers used up all the space in his throat. It spasmed copiously, getting a pleased hum from Jason, as it tried to get the intrusion out of his mouth. Roy closed his eyes to stop the unshead tears from falling.
"Dickie's right. You'd make a great hand warmer. I could use you during long meetin, you know how cold the warehouses in Gotham get in winter. Shame your mouth is a little too wet for my taste," Jason tsked.
The image of Roy serving Jason on his knees while the crime lord barked orders to his men, completely ignoring the redhead, was making it hard not to come again. His excited hum reverberated throught Jason's hand.
But then Dick found his prostate and Roy let out a muffled shout as his eyes snapped open, letting his tears fall like a storm. Dick was pounding on it with two fingers like a jackhammer at full power, never slowing down or missing a beat. Always at its dead center.
If Dick kept up the rhythm, he was going to cum. His heart was bumping blood so loudly, it sounded like it was coming from outside his body, making it vibrate like a stereo.
Desperate for some friction on his forgotten dick trapped between Dick's abs and himself, he furiously started humping them. He moved up and down his black uniform, coloring it white with pre-cum.
"You're so pathetic humping like a bitch in heat when you already have four finger in you," Jason sneered. "You can only come with a dick in you."
"Or maybe you just suck at foreplay. Ever thought of that?" Dick teased, grinding on his prostate non stop.
"Please, Rob, p-please." Roy begged in loud, wet sobs, trying to take out the fingers with flailing limbs, uncoordinated and unsteady. His actions were in vain as cum sprouted out of his dick in long strands. It reached Dick's dick, who whipped it away with one finger and sucked on it like a lollipop while staring with fiery eyes at Roy, but said man was seeing stars all around him to really notice. Some words were spoken behind him, but he was too out of it to care.
Sadly, the shining stars lasted only a few seconds as Dick wouldn't stop his tirade to destroy his prostate.
"You were saying, little wing?" Dick asked, sarcasm dripping like Roy's tears.
"Fuck you," was Jason's mature response.
"No, thanks," Dick chirped but Jason wasn't listening anymore. To focused on nibbling on Roy's ear, where the man had taken off his earring before the mission. It almost felt like having your ears pierced multiple times at the same moment.
He didn't have much time to dwell on it since the mouth made his way upwards and covered every single millimeter of his ear with loud kisses, wetting and breathing on it like a thirsty dog. The smacking sounds were incredibly loud and Roy couldn't hear the sound of Jason's pants getting taken off.
For this reason, Roy gasped surprised when Jason slapped his dick against Roy's ass one, two, three times, trying to get some of the leftover lube on it and savoring the sound of skin hitting skin, before he hurriedly took out Dick's fingers.
The rough treatment caused Roy to lose his balance and fall against Dick.
"God, you can't even stay put," Jason scolded him, grabbing his face with one hand and tilting it until Roy was looking at him upside down.
"I- I'm sorry," the shorter man hiccuped confused, still fucked out from his first orgasm. Left over tears streamed down his cheeks, getting with the drool he hadn't been fast enough to swallow.
Jason took pity on the man.
"Raise your left leg," he ordered.
Uncertain, Roy did as told. He was halfway up when Jason grabbed under his left knee, squatted a bit and did the same with his other knee, raising Roy's from the floor. Roy could feel Jason's hands clasped behind his head as his feet dangled off the floor.
Never before in his life had a man manhandled him until he was in a full Nelson, suspended in air. The strain on his glutes increased by the second as Jason maneuvered him around. When Roy realized Jason's true intentions, he started to struggle against his hold but it was already too late.
Roy was getting fully folded in half one way or another.
"Wait— I'm not as elastic as yo-," Roy tried to protest but Dick's mouth met him mid sentence. His tongue dancing along his teeth, mapping them like uncharted territory. Moans trying to split out his mouth were being muffled by the tongue inside, increasing in volume as Dick's hands made its way down his pecs.
While the man in front was trying to make him lactate, the one behind him let his tip kiss Roy's entrance.
The two brothers shared a look while the third man was too lost in pleasure to notice. Dick broke their kiss to look into Roy's eyes.
"Can you breathe in for me, Roy?"
The man let in a shaky breath.
"Good boy.
Now exhale,"
As Roy followed the instruction like an obedient dog, Jason pushed his dick in with one smooth move.
The scream coming out of Roy's mouth was soundless without air to vibrate his vocal cords. His lips open in a O shape, unable to close them as drool dripped down his chin, eyes unfocused.
Roy's head lolled forward, unable to feel any strength in his muscles. The dick felt incredibly big in his tummy, like Roy could touch it with his fingers if he put them down his throat again.
For the second time that night, he came like a fountain on Dick's shirt.
Dick didn't care, on the contrary, he ran a hand through the mess Roy had made, catching some of it with two fingers and raised it to Roy's lips this time while Dick's free hand grabbed his hair to lift Roy's head.
He pushed two fingers in Roy's pliant mouth.
"I don't need foreplay to make him come, Dickhead," Jason growled.
Before he could suck on the fingers or get used to the feeling of a dick splitting him open, Jason was already bouncing him up and down like an onahole — moving Roy around like he was a rag doll instead of a tall muscular man. Unable to do much more than take it again and again while gasping and pleading like a whore, Roy abandoned all hope to set the rhythm.
His brain was struggling to process what was going on with his body, his mind fighting against the part of him that wanted to lose control. To feel good again. It had been a long time since he felt like this, after all. Ten years — or was it fifteen? His thought were too foggy to tell.
His leg's muscles contracted involuntarily every time Jason tightened his hold on his knee to raise him off his dick. The man's hold was so strong it was starting to hurt Roy, pain grounding him to his body and providing a sense of stability in this stuffed sex scene. On the other hand, his legs were starting to feel like static. Roy hoped Jason wouldn't drop him now.
In this position, his dick reached parts Roy never thought anyone, apart from Killer Croc, could ever reach again. The vague memory of a cock so big his sponsor had to finger him for hours before daring to put the tip in. He would let Jason fist him for hours if it meant getting railed like this afterwards.
Could a man get dicked so deep it rearranged his guts? Roy felt like Jason's dick could. He hoped his cock ruined him for everybody else, leaving him gaping for life.
Dick took out his fingers before Roy could hypothesize some more on the dick inside of him and loosened his grip on Roy's hair letting his head fall. Roy tried to chase the finger he was sucking on but his head was too heavy and it lolled down helplessly with a sad whine. Suddenly Roy was looking directly at the small bulge forming in his stomach each time Jason pushed his dick in.
His six pack distended in such a grotesque way that Roy couldn't recognize himself. Roy was seeing his stomach stretch and feeling the burn of the cock inside him from somewhere else outside his body, like he was an omnipotent god surveying one of his creations.
It went on like this for a couple of minutes before Roy stopped looking at it, enough time to understand he was the one getting impregnated by Jason.
"My stomach! I- it's going to burst!" Roy shouted with urgency, tears streaming down from his already glassy eyes. The tightness of the room, the enormous dick dragging his insides in and out, Dick petting every place his hands could reach, his two orgasms.
Roy felt like vomiting.
His breath was a sudden staccato accompanying the thrust. He tried to calm himself down, one breathing technique after the other but the hitch in his breath prevailed. Roy tried to rationalize his thoughts as best as he could while getting brutally fucked, telling himself there was no way that that was really his stomach.
Jason sneered at him, "Don't be a crybaby. You can take more."
"No, no, no, I can't — I can't, n-" Roy bubbled like a new born who had just learned his first syllable, not getting to finish his last no after a particular harsh thrust. His thoughts were no better. Broken sentences and exclamations he wasn't able to conjure into spoken words filled his head. He felt powerless.
"Shhhh, it's okay sweetheart." Dick reassured him, petting his face — trying to dry all the water coming out of Roy's eyes, "you can take more."
Hearing Dick's words made Roy tremble. He couldn't take more, he was already full enough. 'There was no more' he wanted to tell him but two fingers made their way inside his hole along Jason's dick.
Roy chocked out a shriek. His voice was getting thinner after all his moaning and gasping.
Dick unbuckled his belt and let his pants fall to the floor.
That's when Roy started shouting in earnest.
The possibility of taking two dicks at once was just too much. His thrashing began before his mind compelled him to. He tried to punch Dick in the face but Jason had a tight hold on him and they couldn't reach the other man. He then tried to bite Jason's arms, make the man drop him. But even if he was dropped, where would he go still trapped in the small room. His bite wasn't strong enough to pierce skin. Only a purple, ugly mark was left behind.
"You can't! Dick!" Roy exclaimed with fat, big tears coming down his face. "It won't fit! Believe me!"
An iteration of the same words was uttered a thousand times as Dick grabbed Roy's dick with his other hand and spit on it. The thrashing stopped, Roy too scared to move while Dick had his cock in his hands.
"It's just another dick, Roy, you've taken worse." Dick reassured him, stroking Roy's dick leisurely, like he didn't really care if he came a third time or not. It was taking a while for it to come back to life after two orgasms so close together.
As the third finger made its way inside his ass, Dick must have deemed him ready to fit his dick because Jason stopped completely. Roy wasn't stupid enough to think this meant the end was near.
Dick gently patted him on the head as he entered him with some difficulties.
"Can't you hurry up?" Jason asked, not moving even if his tone signaled he was losing his patience.
"You want me to tear up his ass?" Dick snapped back, slipping in one third of his dick. Roy's muscles were too strained from the position to struggle against Jason's hold.
"A little blood never hurt before," Jason shrugged as Dick entered all the way in.
Roy didn't know what to feel. The sensation of two enormous dicks penetrating him was encompassing, making his cock twitch in pleasure and his stomach writhe in pain.
His breath was stabilizing nonetheless, making peace with the fact he was getting fucked either way, but his heart was bumping away at two hundred kilometers an hour.
Once Roy had settled, Jason raised him a couple centimeters and dropped him down again slowly — picking up speed with each thrust.
The sound of his ass meeting Jason's and Dick's pelvis was driving Roy crazy. Dick was spouting praises left and right while Jason grunted in his ear along with the sound of his heartbeat. Roy was overwhelmed.
The two men kept up a punishing speed, taking turns pushing their dicks in to always hit his prostate and keep him full. Roy was a moaning broken records at this point. Hushed "please" and "stop" were all that came out of his mouth, along with drool. The words were evading him as he tried to communicate with the brothers. The only consolation being that he wasn't sure they would listen even if he recited Shakespeare.
One particularly rough thrust made Roy see white.
He passed out for who knows how long.
Roy groggily opened his eyes, trying to look around. There was something jostling him but he was still too out of it to truly understand where he was. He tried turning his head left or right only to find his movement constricted by a meaty cage. His legs felt like jelly.
Someone or something was making strange sounds around him. He blinked his eyes one more time and realized where he was.
The brothers were still fucking him in tandem — his stomach inflating like he was pregnant. Once he regained his sense of self, Roy whined in someone's ear.
"Sleeping beauty woke up," Jason joked.
The fact they acknowledged he had passed out but kept going with his unconscious body was making Roy feel all sorts of ways. He couldn't pinpoint exactly if the ways were fear, anger or extreme horniness.
Roy didn't know one person could feel so full. He caressed the extended bump crossing his stomach with disbelief, feeling the dick moving up and down his stomach. Roy couldn't believe it. He kept rubbing it in hope that he was actually dreaming the bump, wondering if pregnant people like this every day for nine months. He wouldn't be able to, it was too jarring to feel or look at.
Trying to formulate a three word sentence was becoming increasingly hard since his head felt like stuffed cotton so after his second attempt at telling Jason to slow down, only a gurgle came out. A bit of saliva slid down from his mouth to his chin where it met Dick's shoulder. His clever mouth had abandoned him for one last time tonight. Disheartened Roy gave up on communicating via words.
With Herculean force, Roy managed to raise his head five degrees and catch Dick's attention. He hoped the man would do something to help him but all was futile since Dick was too worried about spouting increasingly nasty stuff in his ear. It had started with innocent words like "you have no idea how much I wanted this" as he licked and kissed his ear. Then it became "I want you to beg for it like a bitch in heat" while Dick drilled inside of him and ended with "I'm going to fuck you till you remember the shape of my dick."
With a nasty growl, Jason came inside of Roy and Dick followed seconds after. The cum coating his insides was warm and never ending, the noise of it coming out sounded obscene in the silence of the little room. It didn't help that both men kept going for at least half a minute, using Roy like a cum bucket without a bottom. He could feel the cum pushing against his tummy to make more space for itself. Jason and Dick were slightly out of breath while Roy tried to gulp down as much air as he could.
His dick sprouted an almost transparent liquid in short, weak bursts. It looked like a mix between piss and cum.
"God, you look pregnant." Jason exclaimed, slowly sliding his dick out of him, "you want to give Lian a little sister? Someone to play with, love?"
The problem with Jason using pet names was that they always sounded like insults rather than loving nonsense in his tone, even when he was serious.
"Clench down, baby," Dick ordered, searching for something in his belt before slipping free from Roy's confines.
Roy wasn't in the mindset to take any kind of order so he was grateful to feel metal against his hole. Dick snugly fit the plug in, patting it three times for good measure. Then he caressed his stomach like Roy was pregnant for real.
"Maybe if we keep you plugged for a couple hours, it could ta-"
The door behind Jason opened.
"Next time invite me too, assholes," Red Robin informed them, taking Roy out of their arms. "Also, your comms were open. Me and Oracle heard everything."
He turned around and walked to the bat mobile carrying Roy bridal style.