Happyverse: When the Kids Are Away
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sylph_ficsTitle: When the Kids Are Away
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word count: 5,754
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: see icon
Notes: Pure smut, enjoy, or if you're not old enough, go away!
Ollie sighed contently. Dick and Roy had stayed with Kyle and Connor, while Kon had taken his lovers down the coast to use the Tower for the night.
Bruce followed them in, letting Ollie take care of the security as he wrapped an arm around Dinah again. It had been a good day, the kids in high, playful humors, especially once Kyle and Connor had gotten into their gifts, then the food, and he'd put his questions for Dinah aside until they could reach Ollie's home... and preferably the bedroom. One of the things he'd worried over seemed disproved by Dinah's trip to the underworld, given that he doubted she would risk herself so if she... but that still left him wondering.
Dinah nuzzled Bruce, but slipped away to go put the leftovers she had snagged in the refrigerator, before letting out a happy noise.
Ollie grinned. "Making chili," he explained to Bruce. "She must have seen the pot was out for it."
Bruce smiled, equally pleased. He'd never quite understood why people complained about Ollie's chili. "Is it just me, or is she dodging us?"
"Not dodging...still edgy." Ollie shook his head. "Picked up Roy's case of nerves, I bet. His opinion is her bible," he added.
Bruce shook his head slightly, not surprised by the words, but vaguely exasperated by the fact that the boy had managed to upset her again. "Possible."
"What's possible?" She came back into the room, smiling as she fell onto the couch.
"That you would decide to stay down here, when a bed is calling for us, woman!" Ollie teased.
Bruce nodded his agreement with what Ollie'd said and walked over, offering her his hands with a tilt of his head that asked if she had any particular reason for her choice.
Dinah smiled at Bruce. "Wasn't really thinking, was I?" She did look tired around her eyes as she grabbed his hands, using his weight to pull up against.
"Apparently not," he told her, wrapping an arm around her waist to head both of them towards the bed, expecting Ollie to settle on either her other side or his. She snuggled under his arm firmly, then sighed softly as Ollie reached her other side. "You two spoil me, you know?"
"Of course, Pretty Bird."
Bruce smiled, "You deserve it, even when you decide to scare us both."
She sighed. "Diana said it was nothing to worry about, and I listened."
"And probably didn't expect to be gone so long?" Bruce had had an experience or two with Diana's gods. He preferred never to have another.
"Not really, no." She slipped her hand under Ollie's shirt to feel his skin.
"Hands are cold, Dinah," the archer said. It was June, and she had always been hot natured. Bruce caught her other hand in his fingers, and his expression tightened slightly. Her hands were cold... unusual, and probably not good.
Dinah shook off their concerns. "It's really nothing. Perfectly fine, and probably a lingering side effect from my trip."
"Hm." She might be right about that, probably was, even, but it did give him a lead in to ask her about the other concern. "'Perfectly fine,' Dinah? Sure of that?" Getting through the bedroom door meant letting go of her, but only for a moment.
"Mmm-hmm." She purred as Ollie moved to pin her against Bruce.
"I think we need to warm our bird up, Bruce...it's not just her hands." Ollie was concerned too, but Dinah was not one to lie.
Bruce nodded, and moved back towards the bed, taking them both with him. She was here, and safe, and said she was fine...She might well be more forthcoming later, also.
Dinah was more than willing to tumble onto the bed with them both, her eyes half-lidded the moment Ollie joined them. "Did I mention, I missed you both?"
"Missed you, Pretty Bird... hard." Ollie kissed her neck lightly.
She hadn't, but Bruce didn't quite see the use of pointing that out, preferring to kiss her deeply, hand stroking down her hip possessively. She responded to that with a deep moan, sliding her leg up over his as Ollie moved in close behind her.
He slid the arm he was resting on under her shoulders, holding her close against him, and his other hand over to Ollie's back, kissing her again, and again, long and slow. //Ours, Dinah... don't worry us like that.//
She tried hard to be open, to return every bit of it to him, but her streak of independence was rearing its ugly head. Ollie felt the tension start in the small of her back, and wondered just how to help her relax to Bruce's possessive streak. Normally, she did not seem to mind it from Bruce, not the way it had bothered her in him.
Bruce could feel her fighting him and broke the kiss, asking softly, "Dinah?"
She sighed softly, looking down from his eyes. When she looked back at him, she moved forward, taking his lips in along kiss, growing slightly aggressive.
Ollie pulled back, shifting to the other side of Bruce, as he caught an inkling of what she was thinking. Bruce kissed her back, hands petting down her sides now. He wondered idly if it was Diana's influence or just missing them, but it was easier not to fight her...
With a hungry moan, she moved them so she could be over him, her hips against his as she continued to kiss him deeply. When Ollie began stroking her back, she purred softly, gentling some, but not giving back control to Bruce.
His arms curved strongly around her as she moved them, one hand in and against her hair, the other running down her back, feeling the tension in her, wondering.
"Bruce?" Dinah moved very slowly, letting the friction of their clothing between them drive her body crazy. "Tell me you missed me," she purred.
Ollie tried not to tense; that was not usual for Dinah in the least. She might demand little things from him, drawing out verbal statements of affection, but with Bruce, she was content to merely accept it as a state of existence.
//What is going on with you?// he wondered, his eyes darkening, but it was a small thing... "I missed you, Dinah." He said against her lips before he kissed her again.
"Dinah," Ollie began, as his hand closed on her still cool neck, rubbing gently. "Did you have anything happen to you in the Underworld?"
She laughed at the careful tones. "I didn't eat or drink anything...fought a few ugly things, and negotiated with Cassie's brother while his wife stewed that Diana and I were successful." Dinah's eyes were still half lidded as she sat up enough to get rid of her shirt.
"Circe," Bruce hissed softly, eyes hardening for a moment as he ran his hands over her bared skin hungrily.
"The witch?" Ollie took in the bandages along Dinah's back and upper arms. He decided to be quiet about his nerves, running a finger down her back to make her arch.
"The same. She hates for Diana to win."
"Must have been killing her then, because we were fairly unstoppable together." Dinah's tone was very cocky, as she leaned down to take another kiss.
Bruce's shoulders tensed as he kissed her again, deeper, hands settling on her hips again, //What did you do, witch?// he thought at the absent goddess. Very faintly, he thought he heard a laugh in response, solely in his head. Dinah broke the kiss with a gasp as Ollie's mouth blazed a trail up her spine, making her writhe.
Bruce's eyes went almost black at the sound of that mental laugh and he arched up to suck at her throat, hands sliding up to her breasts.
"Oh yes...that feels good, so good..." Dinah ran her fingers through his hair, holding his head to her throat. Ollie had to shift, knees either side of Bruce's thigh, hands going to Dinah's hips to steady himself as he started kissing between bandages, his mouth pulling livid marks to the surface of her skin and drawing hissed words of pleasure from her, while Bruce licked at her skin and sucked at her pulse, hands sliding over her hungrily, teasing her skin.
She went with it until it felt like he had too much control, and then she pulled at his head, drawing it back, pressing tighter against his groin and grinding while she moved to bite his ear. He hissed softly at her, certain now that the woman he loved was being manipulated... He was uncertain if it was best to allow this to run its course, or if he should fight her, if giving in to the spell might somehow cement it... //Diana, I swear....//
Dinah licked right over the bite mark, down his throat, back up to his ear. "I want you...too many clothes..."
Bruce stroked up her sides, turning his head to take his ear away from her, "You're not quite acting like yourself, gorgeous... but yes, I want you..." he moved against her, leaving no doubt that he did, indeed.
His words broke like ice water on her, as she seemed to come to herself. "Not myself?!"
"No, Dinah...you're not," Ollie said, taking her weight when she moved back from Bruce.
He stroked over her skin, hands gentle, unwilling to let her move too far away, watching her face intently. The shock in her voice... could this really be broken so simply?
Dinah shook her head, cursing in a very low, distinctly gutter Chinese dialect as she realized she had not come away unscathed. Both men could feel her skin warming now, as she struggled to control her temper. Bruce filed away a few of those curses for possible later use, eyes darkening as he watched her, still running his hands over her skin, letting her get her temper out.
She finally took a deep breath, and then nuzzled back against Ollie. He responded by running his hands over her stomach, easing her forward into kissing Bruce again, to make it all right. Bruce ran his hand up into her hair gently as he kissed her again, testing as he deepened it... She went with it, moaning deeply at that hair pull. She made no protest as Ollie opened her slacks, gooseflesh rising as he brushed his fingertips over her hip bones under them.
//There's my girl,// Bruce thought, much more pleased as he kissed her deep for a while, then broke it. "You were right about one thing, Dinah... We're all overdressed..."
She chuckled and stood away from him when Ollie moved. The archer decided to see to her pants first, taking his time to roll her panties off as he took advantage of it as a chance to kiss her repeatedly along the hip. She held his shoulder, her nipples very crisp with anticipation.
Bruce moved to get Ollie out of his shirt, hands sliding on his skin, then slid out of his own, watching him tease Dinah with a smile.
Ollie stood up at last, and assisted Bruce out of his pants, while Dinah moved to the bed, lying back among the pillows. Ollie straightened to kiss Bruce, smiling at the more docile Dinah laying out so invitingly for them. Bruce kissed him hard and deep and finished stripping his lover, then turned and went to Dinah, kissing her deeply as his hand ran down her body again. If Dinah wanted to be aggressive with them, that was one thing, but he was grateful the spell seemed to have broke and that she was theirs again.
"Hey there, lovers," Dinah purred.
Ollie chuckled, lying along her side, using his hand to tease her body. Bruce purred softly as he started kissing down her jaw, her throat, fingers teasing.
"I want to hear both of you crying out in this bed," Ollie informed them, looking very content to merely kiss and touch from their side. Bruce tilted his head enough to look at Ollie, the expression reminding him just who he was speaking to, and how unlikely that was... but he completely agreed about making Dinah cry out for them. He went back to stroking her body, fingers teasing a breast with gentle hunger.
"Humor an old man, and don't be so quiet tonight," Dinah teased, her eyes shining at Bruce, before turning her face to kiss Ollie.
Bruce laughed softly, amused, and shifted to kiss lower, mouth on her shoulder hunting sensitive places again. Dinah gasped and twisted into his searching, pressing up to his lips, making Ollie smile into their kiss.
He pressed his weight over her, mouth sliding down her skin as he reached over to stroke down Ollie's side and back.
"Nice," Dinah purred when Ollie pulled back, her eyes moving to watch the man moving over her.
"Best damn lover I had til you came along, Di." Ollie never hid just how much he enjoyed Bruce.
Bruce lifted his head from Dinah's upper chest to look towards Ollie, eyes asking what he was thinking, hand moving on her skin, now, down over her breast again.
"I think he might have taught you a thing or two," Dinah agreed, getting a laugh from Ollie, who leaned in to kiss Bruce. Bruce kissed him back, asking the same question again, hand sliding down over her ribs, caressing hungrily. She wasn't wrong about that.
Ollie slid from the kiss to caressing Bruce's ear with his lips. "Make her happy, Bruce," he whispered softly. "She's going to need reassuring, since the spell seemed to be targeting you."
Bruce nodded, kissed him again, and returned his attention to Dinah, wrapping an arm under her lower shoulders to keep her close as he kissed over her breasts, knowing exactly how and where she most enjoyed being touched, and how... Dinah was responding to him in a heartbeat, purring and flexing into his touches, his kisses. She slowly let her eyes close, small cries accompanying every touch.
He worked down her body slowly, arm staying under her as he turned all of his focus and skill lose on her body, kissing, caressing and licking down her, eventually spreading her legs with his shoulders before dipping his head to her dark curls, kissing down them until his tongue traced over her folds hungrily
Dinah surrendered absolutely to him, settling as Ollie caressed her breast idly, knowing he was there with them, and allowing her to return Bruce's intense focus whole heartedly.
He moved to hold her down with one hand, other hand at the small of her back, using everything he knew about her to draw out teasing her even as he drove her wild. She pulled her leg up over his shoulder, heel catching in his back for leverage when she wanted to feel more; moving with abandonment and telling him mostly in English just how good he made her feel. He smiled against her skin hungrily, and eventually slid from teasing to serious attempts to make her cry out for him.
Ollie watched avidly, one hand casually tending himself, just easing the ache as he let the two he loved most enjoy. He had learned to be patient, that it made it all the more enjoyable.
Dinah's voice went from coherent English to broken profanities and praise for Bruce as she pressed against his mouth, bucking when the waves began to build. Bruce purred against her hungrily, tongue sliding over her over and over again, insistent and knowing.
She gave a sharp cry that just stopped, throat stressed beyond their hearing, as she clung tight to the arm Ollie laid over her, body shaking as she came hard for Bruce. He licked at her a bit longer; then slowly slid up her body, bracing up enough on an arm to kiss Ollie, sharing her taste.
Ollie licked at that taste, taking it from him, moaning at the way Bruce tasted like that, Dinah's taste all across his mouth...
Dinah's hips moved with new hunger, watching her two men share her taste like that. Bruce shifted against her at feeling her writhe under him, and kept kissing Ollie, stroking her side.
She shifted, bringing her legs up around him, drawing him close as she could. He moaned soft and low in his throat, and his hips moved, starting to slide into her...
She met him, mewing softly to feel him inside her, wanting him deep and hard and NOW. Ollie stroked her hair, watching the almost pain of that fierce need move into her eyes, knowing it too well from other, longer absences. Bruce could feel the urgency in her and pulled away from Ollie to kiss her, letting himself move strongly against her.
She opened to him, her body and mouth drinking him fully in, moving for him. Ollie caressed Bruce's neck, watching them and stroking himself a little harder. Bruce pulled her closer, tighter, giving her what he could feel she wanted, and he pulled away from the kiss to whisper into her ear, voice low and rough as he told her how good she felt, how perfect...
It did not take much before she was coming for him again, showing just how hungry for him she really had been. He held back, not finished with her yet, and kept moving, not giving her time to recover, kissing her throat.
Now Ollie moved, when Dinah whimpered, still moving hungrily. He caught her nipple and started teasing it with his thumb and finger, pinching as a distraction from the intense feelings Bruce was provoking, letting her find the control to enjoy and be satisfied. Bruce's own pace slowed, then, gentling even as it seemed he took her more deeply...
Dinah arched up one more time to meet him, she locked her arms around his neck and claimed a fierce kiss. He kissed her back, holding her, moving deep and sure and slow in her, delighting in the feel of her.
"Damn that's gorgeous," Ollie whispered, hand holding still and just drinking in the sight of why he was the luckiest man on the earth. His voice made Dinah smile, almost shyly, into the kiss.
Bruce eventually broke the kiss to breathe, mouth settling against her ear, "You are..."
"Bruce..." she murmured, head going back to expose her throat, legs tightening around his body. He bit gently at that bared throat, shuddering at the sound of his name like that on her lips, control starting to fray...
"Oh yes," she breathed. "Bruce...please..."
"Mm?" soft question against her skin, sucking gently as he moved more strongly against her again.
"Now, Bruce...please make me scream..." she panted, moving against him, crying out as Ollie pinched her nipple. Bruce growled softly and moved harder against her, a hand sliding to her other breast to stimulate her more... He'd make it up to Ollie shortly.
Ollie was in no way feeling shorted, as he kept lazy strokes, knowing neither lover would leave him to suffer.
Dinah did scream, calling out both their names in short gasping cries before she did, letting Bruce take her over one more time. She cried out, shuddered and clung tighter to him, and her body's reaction took him with her, his own world whiting out for long, long moments as his body spasmed.
Ollie shifted, hands going to Bruce's shoulder and hers, giving them both a comforting presence to follow back from that kind of release, glad to have seen it, when he knew they both needed it.
Bruce arched his shoulder into that touch, moaning softly, slowly coming back to himself, opening his eyes and looking over his shoulder at his lover, eyes dark and sated, still pressed tight to her.
Ollie leaned in close and kissed Bruce's shoulder, then gently coaxed him to lie to one side, knowing Dinah would roll with him. Bruce followed the encouragement, hands sliding down her body before he freed one to reach for his lover. Ollie nuzzled him, watching Dinah tuck close to Bruce, feeling her hand snake over to touch him. Bruce pressed back against him, hand petting down his hip, pulling himself together again.
Ollie pressed a light kiss to the nape of Bruce's neck, enjoying the feel of him so close. Bruce dipped his head slightly, lips against Dinah's forehead, giving Ollie the back of his neck as he slowly rolled back against Ollie's solid weight, still getting his pulse back under control
Ollie made a small noise in his throat, slowly moving against Bruce, asking if tat was what he wanted without letting Dinah see just how unsure he was, when she was starting to kiss Bruce's throat and shoulders. Bruce purred softly, hand sliding against Dinah's back, other hand running over Ollie's hip as he shifted a knee up over Dinah's thigh, the movement an offer he so rarely made.
The archer could not help the way his breath caught as he slowly ran a hand over Bruce's hip to steady himself. He had to shift, to get what they needed, but he came back and pressed close, moving slow as he did. His kisses peppered over Bruce's shoulders as he used the small bottle of lube to slick his fingers. He made it a very slow production, running his hands down, and then using one finger to tease Bruce into accepting the slow stretching invasion.
Bruce's breath shuddered, hand tensing on Dinah's back as he slowly shifted back against Ollie's touch, grounding himself in the feel of her body against him to stay under control. That was most of the reason he so rarely took the more passive role--it took his control too swiftly, but the thought appealed at the moment.
"I'm here," she whispered against his ear as she moved enticingly for him, more than willing to be his focus, knowing on a subconscious level how rare this was.
Ollie knew that he would never last either, pleasing Bruce this way, and was taking his time, one finger at a time, at preparing his lover. He kissed her deep, then pulled her upwards, moving her up to where his mouth could run over her chest even as he writhed back against Ollie's fingers, breath catching over and over again as Ollie's fingers moved inside him, sparking fire.
She was pliant to his wishes, moving up and stretching her back upward to more firmly offer herself to him. Her eyes closed as she moaned, about the same time Ollie worked the third finger inside his lover.
"Mm," he purred against her skin, hand flattening at her back to hold her tighter up against his mouth... and he shuddered at that stretch, at the hot, sliding pressure. He rocked backwards, making it a demand though he hissed softly at the burn.
Ollie took a deep breath before he kissed hard at the edge of Bruce's shoulder blade, withdrawing his fingers. The emptiness was slowly replaced by Ollie, freshly slicked with lube and moving as slow as his own self-control issues allowed him to.
Dinah had opened her eyes at Bruce's his, and now watched his face in fascination.
"Ollie," Bruce whispered, voice thick, eyes closed as his head tipped back, away from Dinah's skin. "Yes." His arms tightened around Dinah's hot, lithe body as he controlled the almost instinctive reaction to resist.
"Yeah, Bruce...still yours," Ollie promised him, knowing just how difficult it could be. "Let me please you, let me take care of you," the archer rumbled, rocking into Bruce with shallow strokes, going deeper on each one. Dinah moaned and shivered at hearing Ollie quite that way, at feeling Bruce's fierce hold on her.
That got a soft, low purr of pleasure as he rocked back against the strength of Ollie's hold, at each of those moves. "Yes, you are..." One hand snaked back suddenly, off Dinah's back to twist and flatten at the small of Ollie's back, pulling him closer... and his teeth scraped over one of Dinah's nipples. She hissed and then moaned, pressing up into his mouth, wanting more of that kind of attention. Ollie made a low rumbling noise as he used one hand on Bruce's hip to help him control the rhythm, his back corded with good tension as he did.
Bruce moaned softly, purred at her, and nipped at her gently, again, mouth working, hand still on her, holding tight, knee still draped up over hers as he rocked back into Ollie's body.
"Oh, god, this is..." Ollie had to bite the inside of his cheek as he nearly surged on that rock of Bruce's.
Dinah purred over their lover's shoulder at him. "From here, it's hot as hell," she told him. Bruce shivered, rocked back against him again, held tightly to them both as Ollie moving in him slowly drove him mad again...
"I'm not going to last, Bruce...can't...." Ollie pressed close, this time fully inside his lover, holding still for one long moment before pulling back.
Bruce purred to him harshly, twisting to look over his shoulder, and his body arched again, "Come for me," he ordered, still holding Dinah tightly.
She shivered violently at that order to Ollie, almost in time with the archer's full body spasm and deep thrust that let him lose control completely. Bruce moved with him as he bucked, twisting his head back to kiss Dinah again, hand sliding from Ollie's back to her hip, fingers slipping down over dark curls. She bucked up against him, small cry of pleasure on her lips. Ollie managed to not bruise Bruce's hips, holding them tight as he shuddered violently. Bruce broke the kiss to lick at the line of her jaw, wanting to hear her voice as Ollie shook against him and held him hard... and she gave him just what he wanted, her body quaking to the lightest touch as she called their names over and over.
His fingers slid over her over and over again, touch skilled as Ollie went still against his back, the two to them wrapped so close around him.. so very good. Ollie's breath played over Bruce's ear as he came back to himself very slowly, pulling free.
"Bruce..." The tone of voice said much, that he was happy, that he had enjoyed the rare privilege, and most of all that he loved the man.
Bruce kept stroking Dinah, caressing her as he turned his head again, slow and lazy, and smiled, small but real, eyes dark and contentedly hungry. "Hm?"
"Hmm," Ollie rumbled, laying beside them as Dinah writhed and finally caught that hand, holding it, with a smile of pure contentment. Bruce arched up and kissed her again, still hungry for her but well contented with what they'd had.
"Very, very good, Bruce," she purred after their kiss.
"Yes." Ollie caressed his shoulder.
Bruce smiled, holding her. "Yes..." then slowly twisted to pull Ollie into a deeply possessive kiss. Ollie opened fully to that kiss, moaning hungrily. Bruce tangled around him possessively, kissing him deep and sure, hand tangling in his blond hair.
Dinah watched them, loving everything she saw, from Bruce's firm command of it, to the eager, wanton way Ollie responded to him, body moving with quickly renewed hunger.
Bruce moved with him, easy, sure twists of his body that rode Ollie's hungry moves, controlling him even as his eyes closed at how it felt to be locked body-to-body with him again, Dinah curled close behind him...
The lady with them added kisses and caresses to Bruce's body, knowing so many nerve clusters from her training, ones that let her use every touch of fingers or lips to help heighten his sense of pleasure.
Ollie moaned and bucked up, before sliding a hand down to find Bruce and begin stroking him to full hardness.
"Dinah," he breathed, shoulders twisting back into her touch as his hips bucked into Ollie's hand, nipping at his shoulder.
"Yes, Bruce?" She slid a hand lightly over his backside, caressing as Ollie fond just the right grip to use. The only answer was a low, wordless purr and a sharp, hungry twist of his hips into Ollie's hand, then back into hers.
"Shall we make him boneless, lover?" Dinah asked Ollie in a playful voice.
"That's a challenge...but we should try," Ollie agreed.
Bruce twisted a hand backwards, stroking down her side, nipping sharply at Ollie's throat as he moved between them. Dinah purred in her throat before she slid her hand down and started massaging Bruce's sac while Ollie stroked him. Her mouth continued to play havoc on his nerve clusters, enjoying the way he moved.
Bruce hissed softly, moving between them with small, hungry shudders... and his hand snaked down to wrap around Ollie's length, stroking him. Nor was he disappointed; Ollie twitched back to life, moaning and thrusting hard up into that touch. Dinah continued her careful caresses, moaning at their bodies moving together.
Bruce nearly echoed that moan, moving between them hungrily, hand working Ollie steadily, hungrily, counterpoint to the pace Ollie was driving him utterly mad with. Ollie's eyes closed as he arched into Bruce's hand, letting it just flow over him, he sensation of being touched and touching in turn, hearing Dinah's soft whispers of love for them, as well as her moans at the feel and sight of them making love.
Bruce purred, watching the content on Ollie's face, //Make who boneless, my archer?// he thought, wickedly amused as he caught his breath and found his own voice, low, rough whisper as he told Ollie how he felt, how good this was...
"No fair, using his weakness against him in bed, Bruce, my love," Dinah purred. She guided her hand up, conscious of his tenderness, but lightly caressing there. Bruce looked over his shoulder at her, questioning, then his body jerked at her touch as he kept stroking Ollie hungrily.
"Ollie's a sucker for a sexy voice," she told him, evidenced by Ollie bucking sharply up when her voice dipped into full provocateuse range.
"Mm..." Bruce went back to talking to him, though his breath caught as Ollie's hand stroked him. Dinah kept up small words of teasing nature, hands moving over both men as she shifted. Her touch on Bruce remained light, not wanting to hurt him, but knowing from the past just how sensitive Ollie was from that tight ring to the flesh just behind the sac.
Bruce let Dinah keep talking as he started leaving bruising kisses over Ollie's broad chest, struggling for control at the combined touch of their hands... Dinah began painting a wickedly vivid picture of just how they looked and felt to her, the way she loved their sounds, even the scent of them as they both stroked and twisted at each other, moving closer to mutual pleasure.
"Ollie," Bruce called for his attention, hand moving a little faster on him...
Ollie's eyes were barely open as he added a smaller caress with his thumb at the end of each pull. "Yes, Bruce?" he asked, voice gone deep with barely held pleasure.
"Now," Bruce demanded, hand moving on him perfectly, sucking at his throat again.
"With him," Dinah purred in Bruce's ear, finger lightly caressing the opening again. Ollie was barely breathing as he thrust into Bruce's touch, almost spilling just at Bruce's word. Bruce shivered at her voice and the touch, and forced his eyes open, watching Ollie's face as he stroked his thumb over his tip on an upstroke, "Ollie, now, come for us..."
"Bruce!" Ollie whispered the name hoarse and needily, before his eyes rolled back and he did let go of his control, barely maintaining his skilled grip and pull along Bruce's shaft. Bruce shuddered as Ollie's hand tightened, Dinah's voice slid along his ears and he lost the battle with his own restraint, pulsing into his grip.
Dinah shifted her touch to the two men's shoulders, purring for their release, smiling gently at them both as they collapsed more or less together in their release. Bruce panted softly, hand sliding from Ollie's length up to curve around his hip and pull him closer, still mostly out of it.
Ollie obliged, shifting so that Bruce was holding him close, Dinah sliding in to be behind her blond lover. She kissed his neck, making him shudder against Bruce one good time.
"You two," Bruce said softly, shaking his head slightly as they settled.
Dinah sat back up once to grab blankets, pulling them up over the two men and herself. Showers, she decided, would wait. "Who, us?" she played innocently.
Bruce tilted his head enough to give her a long, level look, the 'yes, you minx,' silent.
She returned it with invitation to make her 'pay' for it the next time they were together. He reached over Ollie's body to stroke his fingertips down her side, smiling dangerously at her in a promise that he would.
She shivered, more for the intent in his eyes than the touch, and Ollie ran his hand back along her thigh.
"Mmm...Pretty Bird," he murmured, fast losing the fight with sleep.
Bruce petted her again, then him, voice gentle as he spoke. "I think we need to move, before you fall asleep, Ollie..."
"Sleep sounds damn fine," Ollie grumbled. "It's bed..."
Bruce sighed and shifted his grip on Ollie to pull him across his body and move both of them out of the mess they'd made. Ollie might be tired enough not to mind, but he wasn't. Thank god Ollie's bed was as hedonistically large as his own was.
Dinah assisted, shifting Ollie from behind, and even grinning. "Ollie's cares went out the window," Dinah murmured as Ollie snuggled into Bruce, half asleep already.
Bruce smiled slightly, and reached to pet her with his cleaned hand, holding Ollie close with the other arm. Dinah smiled back, shifting to lay firmly against Ollie's back, her hand over on Bruce, caressing.
"Mine," Bruce breathed softly, speaking to both of them
"Yours," Ollie mumbles sleepily. Dinah petted his hair, before looking at Bruce. Her eyes were impish but she nodded to his claim. Bruce let his own eyes close, letting the feel of Ollie's body slipping into sleep pull him towards it as well.
Dinah watched both slip down, knowing she was not far behind them, even as she wondered just how much peace life would let them have.
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Ollie sighed contently. Dick and Roy had stayed with Kyle and Connor, while Kon had taken his lovers down the coast to use the Tower for the night.
Bruce followed them in, letting Ollie take care of the security as he wrapped an arm around Dinah again. It had been a good day, the kids in high, playful humors, especially once Kyle and Connor had gotten into their gifts, then the food, and he'd put his questions for Dinah aside until they could reach Ollie's home... and preferably the bedroom. One of the things he'd worried over seemed disproved by Dinah's trip to the underworld, given that he doubted she would risk herself so if she... but that still left him wondering.
Dinah nuzzled Bruce, but slipped away to go put the leftovers she had snagged in the refrigerator, before letting out a happy noise.
Ollie grinned. "Making chili," he explained to Bruce. "She must have seen the pot was out for it."
Bruce smiled, equally pleased. He'd never quite understood why people complained about Ollie's chili. "Is it just me, or is she dodging us?"
"Not dodging...still edgy." Ollie shook his head. "Picked up Roy's case of nerves, I bet. His opinion is her bible," he added.
Bruce shook his head slightly, not surprised by the words, but vaguely exasperated by the fact that the boy had managed to upset her again. "Possible."
"What's possible?" She came back into the room, smiling as she fell onto the couch.
"That you would decide to stay down here, when a bed is calling for us, woman!" Ollie teased.
Bruce nodded his agreement with what Ollie'd said and walked over, offering her his hands with a tilt of his head that asked if she had any particular reason for her choice.
Dinah smiled at Bruce. "Wasn't really thinking, was I?" She did look tired around her eyes as she grabbed his hands, using his weight to pull up against.
"Apparently not," he told her, wrapping an arm around her waist to head both of them towards the bed, expecting Ollie to settle on either her other side or his. She snuggled under his arm firmly, then sighed softly as Ollie reached her other side. "You two spoil me, you know?"
"Of course, Pretty Bird."
Bruce smiled, "You deserve it, even when you decide to scare us both."
She sighed. "Diana said it was nothing to worry about, and I listened."
"And probably didn't expect to be gone so long?" Bruce had had an experience or two with Diana's gods. He preferred never to have another.
"Not really, no." She slipped her hand under Ollie's shirt to feel his skin.
"Hands are cold, Dinah," the archer said. It was June, and she had always been hot natured. Bruce caught her other hand in his fingers, and his expression tightened slightly. Her hands were cold... unusual, and probably not good.
Dinah shook off their concerns. "It's really nothing. Perfectly fine, and probably a lingering side effect from my trip."
"Hm." She might be right about that, probably was, even, but it did give him a lead in to ask her about the other concern. "'Perfectly fine,' Dinah? Sure of that?" Getting through the bedroom door meant letting go of her, but only for a moment.
"Mmm-hmm." She purred as Ollie moved to pin her against Bruce.
"I think we need to warm our bird up, Bruce...it's not just her hands." Ollie was concerned too, but Dinah was not one to lie.
Bruce nodded, and moved back towards the bed, taking them both with him. She was here, and safe, and said she was fine...She might well be more forthcoming later, also.
Dinah was more than willing to tumble onto the bed with them both, her eyes half-lidded the moment Ollie joined them. "Did I mention, I missed you both?"
"Missed you, Pretty Bird... hard." Ollie kissed her neck lightly.
She hadn't, but Bruce didn't quite see the use of pointing that out, preferring to kiss her deeply, hand stroking down her hip possessively. She responded to that with a deep moan, sliding her leg up over his as Ollie moved in close behind her.
He slid the arm he was resting on under her shoulders, holding her close against him, and his other hand over to Ollie's back, kissing her again, and again, long and slow. //Ours, Dinah... don't worry us like that.//
She tried hard to be open, to return every bit of it to him, but her streak of independence was rearing its ugly head. Ollie felt the tension start in the small of her back, and wondered just how to help her relax to Bruce's possessive streak. Normally, she did not seem to mind it from Bruce, not the way it had bothered her in him.
Bruce could feel her fighting him and broke the kiss, asking softly, "Dinah?"
She sighed softly, looking down from his eyes. When she looked back at him, she moved forward, taking his lips in along kiss, growing slightly aggressive.
Ollie pulled back, shifting to the other side of Bruce, as he caught an inkling of what she was thinking. Bruce kissed her back, hands petting down her sides now. He wondered idly if it was Diana's influence or just missing them, but it was easier not to fight her...
With a hungry moan, she moved them so she could be over him, her hips against his as she continued to kiss him deeply. When Ollie began stroking her back, she purred softly, gentling some, but not giving back control to Bruce.
His arms curved strongly around her as she moved them, one hand in and against her hair, the other running down her back, feeling the tension in her, wondering.
"Bruce?" Dinah moved very slowly, letting the friction of their clothing between them drive her body crazy. "Tell me you missed me," she purred.
Ollie tried not to tense; that was not usual for Dinah in the least. She might demand little things from him, drawing out verbal statements of affection, but with Bruce, she was content to merely accept it as a state of existence.
//What is going on with you?// he wondered, his eyes darkening, but it was a small thing... "I missed you, Dinah." He said against her lips before he kissed her again.
"Dinah," Ollie began, as his hand closed on her still cool neck, rubbing gently. "Did you have anything happen to you in the Underworld?"
She laughed at the careful tones. "I didn't eat or drink anything...fought a few ugly things, and negotiated with Cassie's brother while his wife stewed that Diana and I were successful." Dinah's eyes were still half lidded as she sat up enough to get rid of her shirt.
"Circe," Bruce hissed softly, eyes hardening for a moment as he ran his hands over her bared skin hungrily.
"The witch?" Ollie took in the bandages along Dinah's back and upper arms. He decided to be quiet about his nerves, running a finger down her back to make her arch.
"The same. She hates for Diana to win."
"Must have been killing her then, because we were fairly unstoppable together." Dinah's tone was very cocky, as she leaned down to take another kiss.
Bruce's shoulders tensed as he kissed her again, deeper, hands settling on her hips again, //What did you do, witch?// he thought at the absent goddess. Very faintly, he thought he heard a laugh in response, solely in his head. Dinah broke the kiss with a gasp as Ollie's mouth blazed a trail up her spine, making her writhe.
Bruce's eyes went almost black at the sound of that mental laugh and he arched up to suck at her throat, hands sliding up to her breasts.
"Oh yes...that feels good, so good..." Dinah ran her fingers through his hair, holding his head to her throat. Ollie had to shift, knees either side of Bruce's thigh, hands going to Dinah's hips to steady himself as he started kissing between bandages, his mouth pulling livid marks to the surface of her skin and drawing hissed words of pleasure from her, while Bruce licked at her skin and sucked at her pulse, hands sliding over her hungrily, teasing her skin.
She went with it until it felt like he had too much control, and then she pulled at his head, drawing it back, pressing tighter against his groin and grinding while she moved to bite his ear. He hissed softly at her, certain now that the woman he loved was being manipulated... He was uncertain if it was best to allow this to run its course, or if he should fight her, if giving in to the spell might somehow cement it... //Diana, I swear....//
Dinah licked right over the bite mark, down his throat, back up to his ear. "I want you...too many clothes..."
Bruce stroked up her sides, turning his head to take his ear away from her, "You're not quite acting like yourself, gorgeous... but yes, I want you..." he moved against her, leaving no doubt that he did, indeed.
His words broke like ice water on her, as she seemed to come to herself. "Not myself?!"
"No, Dinah...you're not," Ollie said, taking her weight when she moved back from Bruce.
He stroked over her skin, hands gentle, unwilling to let her move too far away, watching her face intently. The shock in her voice... could this really be broken so simply?
Dinah shook her head, cursing in a very low, distinctly gutter Chinese dialect as she realized she had not come away unscathed. Both men could feel her skin warming now, as she struggled to control her temper. Bruce filed away a few of those curses for possible later use, eyes darkening as he watched her, still running his hands over her skin, letting her get her temper out.
She finally took a deep breath, and then nuzzled back against Ollie. He responded by running his hands over her stomach, easing her forward into kissing Bruce again, to make it all right. Bruce ran his hand up into her hair gently as he kissed her again, testing as he deepened it... She went with it, moaning deeply at that hair pull. She made no protest as Ollie opened her slacks, gooseflesh rising as he brushed his fingertips over her hip bones under them.
//There's my girl,// Bruce thought, much more pleased as he kissed her deep for a while, then broke it. "You were right about one thing, Dinah... We're all overdressed..."
She chuckled and stood away from him when Ollie moved. The archer decided to see to her pants first, taking his time to roll her panties off as he took advantage of it as a chance to kiss her repeatedly along the hip. She held his shoulder, her nipples very crisp with anticipation.
Bruce moved to get Ollie out of his shirt, hands sliding on his skin, then slid out of his own, watching him tease Dinah with a smile.
Ollie stood up at last, and assisted Bruce out of his pants, while Dinah moved to the bed, lying back among the pillows. Ollie straightened to kiss Bruce, smiling at the more docile Dinah laying out so invitingly for them. Bruce kissed him hard and deep and finished stripping his lover, then turned and went to Dinah, kissing her deeply as his hand ran down her body again. If Dinah wanted to be aggressive with them, that was one thing, but he was grateful the spell seemed to have broke and that she was theirs again.
"Hey there, lovers," Dinah purred.
Ollie chuckled, lying along her side, using his hand to tease her body. Bruce purred softly as he started kissing down her jaw, her throat, fingers teasing.
"I want to hear both of you crying out in this bed," Ollie informed them, looking very content to merely kiss and touch from their side. Bruce tilted his head enough to look at Ollie, the expression reminding him just who he was speaking to, and how unlikely that was... but he completely agreed about making Dinah cry out for them. He went back to stroking her body, fingers teasing a breast with gentle hunger.
"Humor an old man, and don't be so quiet tonight," Dinah teased, her eyes shining at Bruce, before turning her face to kiss Ollie.
Bruce laughed softly, amused, and shifted to kiss lower, mouth on her shoulder hunting sensitive places again. Dinah gasped and twisted into his searching, pressing up to his lips, making Ollie smile into their kiss.
He pressed his weight over her, mouth sliding down her skin as he reached over to stroke down Ollie's side and back.
"Nice," Dinah purred when Ollie pulled back, her eyes moving to watch the man moving over her.
"Best damn lover I had til you came along, Di." Ollie never hid just how much he enjoyed Bruce.
Bruce lifted his head from Dinah's upper chest to look towards Ollie, eyes asking what he was thinking, hand moving on her skin, now, down over her breast again.
"I think he might have taught you a thing or two," Dinah agreed, getting a laugh from Ollie, who leaned in to kiss Bruce. Bruce kissed him back, asking the same question again, hand sliding down over her ribs, caressing hungrily. She wasn't wrong about that.
Ollie slid from the kiss to caressing Bruce's ear with his lips. "Make her happy, Bruce," he whispered softly. "She's going to need reassuring, since the spell seemed to be targeting you."
Bruce nodded, kissed him again, and returned his attention to Dinah, wrapping an arm under her lower shoulders to keep her close as he kissed over her breasts, knowing exactly how and where she most enjoyed being touched, and how... Dinah was responding to him in a heartbeat, purring and flexing into his touches, his kisses. She slowly let her eyes close, small cries accompanying every touch.
He worked down her body slowly, arm staying under her as he turned all of his focus and skill lose on her body, kissing, caressing and licking down her, eventually spreading her legs with his shoulders before dipping his head to her dark curls, kissing down them until his tongue traced over her folds hungrily
Dinah surrendered absolutely to him, settling as Ollie caressed her breast idly, knowing he was there with them, and allowing her to return Bruce's intense focus whole heartedly.
He moved to hold her down with one hand, other hand at the small of her back, using everything he knew about her to draw out teasing her even as he drove her wild. She pulled her leg up over his shoulder, heel catching in his back for leverage when she wanted to feel more; moving with abandonment and telling him mostly in English just how good he made her feel. He smiled against her skin hungrily, and eventually slid from teasing to serious attempts to make her cry out for him.
Ollie watched avidly, one hand casually tending himself, just easing the ache as he let the two he loved most enjoy. He had learned to be patient, that it made it all the more enjoyable.
Dinah's voice went from coherent English to broken profanities and praise for Bruce as she pressed against his mouth, bucking when the waves began to build. Bruce purred against her hungrily, tongue sliding over her over and over again, insistent and knowing.
She gave a sharp cry that just stopped, throat stressed beyond their hearing, as she clung tight to the arm Ollie laid over her, body shaking as she came hard for Bruce. He licked at her a bit longer; then slowly slid up her body, bracing up enough on an arm to kiss Ollie, sharing her taste.
Ollie licked at that taste, taking it from him, moaning at the way Bruce tasted like that, Dinah's taste all across his mouth...
Dinah's hips moved with new hunger, watching her two men share her taste like that. Bruce shifted against her at feeling her writhe under him, and kept kissing Ollie, stroking her side.
She shifted, bringing her legs up around him, drawing him close as she could. He moaned soft and low in his throat, and his hips moved, starting to slide into her...
She met him, mewing softly to feel him inside her, wanting him deep and hard and NOW. Ollie stroked her hair, watching the almost pain of that fierce need move into her eyes, knowing it too well from other, longer absences. Bruce could feel the urgency in her and pulled away from Ollie to kiss her, letting himself move strongly against her.
She opened to him, her body and mouth drinking him fully in, moving for him. Ollie caressed Bruce's neck, watching them and stroking himself a little harder. Bruce pulled her closer, tighter, giving her what he could feel she wanted, and he pulled away from the kiss to whisper into her ear, voice low and rough as he told her how good she felt, how perfect...
It did not take much before she was coming for him again, showing just how hungry for him she really had been. He held back, not finished with her yet, and kept moving, not giving her time to recover, kissing her throat.
Now Ollie moved, when Dinah whimpered, still moving hungrily. He caught her nipple and started teasing it with his thumb and finger, pinching as a distraction from the intense feelings Bruce was provoking, letting her find the control to enjoy and be satisfied. Bruce's own pace slowed, then, gentling even as it seemed he took her more deeply...
Dinah arched up one more time to meet him, she locked her arms around his neck and claimed a fierce kiss. He kissed her back, holding her, moving deep and sure and slow in her, delighting in the feel of her.
"Damn that's gorgeous," Ollie whispered, hand holding still and just drinking in the sight of why he was the luckiest man on the earth. His voice made Dinah smile, almost shyly, into the kiss.
Bruce eventually broke the kiss to breathe, mouth settling against her ear, "You are..."
"Bruce..." she murmured, head going back to expose her throat, legs tightening around his body. He bit gently at that bared throat, shuddering at the sound of his name like that on her lips, control starting to fray...
"Oh yes," she breathed. "Bruce...please..."
"Mm?" soft question against her skin, sucking gently as he moved more strongly against her again.
"Now, Bruce...please make me scream..." she panted, moving against him, crying out as Ollie pinched her nipple. Bruce growled softly and moved harder against her, a hand sliding to her other breast to stimulate her more... He'd make it up to Ollie shortly.
Ollie was in no way feeling shorted, as he kept lazy strokes, knowing neither lover would leave him to suffer.
Dinah did scream, calling out both their names in short gasping cries before she did, letting Bruce take her over one more time. She cried out, shuddered and clung tighter to him, and her body's reaction took him with her, his own world whiting out for long, long moments as his body spasmed.
Ollie shifted, hands going to Bruce's shoulder and hers, giving them both a comforting presence to follow back from that kind of release, glad to have seen it, when he knew they both needed it.
Bruce arched his shoulder into that touch, moaning softly, slowly coming back to himself, opening his eyes and looking over his shoulder at his lover, eyes dark and sated, still pressed tight to her.
Ollie leaned in close and kissed Bruce's shoulder, then gently coaxed him to lie to one side, knowing Dinah would roll with him. Bruce followed the encouragement, hands sliding down her body before he freed one to reach for his lover. Ollie nuzzled him, watching Dinah tuck close to Bruce, feeling her hand snake over to touch him. Bruce pressed back against him, hand petting down his hip, pulling himself together again.
Ollie pressed a light kiss to the nape of Bruce's neck, enjoying the feel of him so close. Bruce dipped his head slightly, lips against Dinah's forehead, giving Ollie the back of his neck as he slowly rolled back against Ollie's solid weight, still getting his pulse back under control
Ollie made a small noise in his throat, slowly moving against Bruce, asking if tat was what he wanted without letting Dinah see just how unsure he was, when she was starting to kiss Bruce's throat and shoulders. Bruce purred softly, hand sliding against Dinah's back, other hand running over Ollie's hip as he shifted a knee up over Dinah's thigh, the movement an offer he so rarely made.
The archer could not help the way his breath caught as he slowly ran a hand over Bruce's hip to steady himself. He had to shift, to get what they needed, but he came back and pressed close, moving slow as he did. His kisses peppered over Bruce's shoulders as he used the small bottle of lube to slick his fingers. He made it a very slow production, running his hands down, and then using one finger to tease Bruce into accepting the slow stretching invasion.
Bruce's breath shuddered, hand tensing on Dinah's back as he slowly shifted back against Ollie's touch, grounding himself in the feel of her body against him to stay under control. That was most of the reason he so rarely took the more passive role--it took his control too swiftly, but the thought appealed at the moment.
"I'm here," she whispered against his ear as she moved enticingly for him, more than willing to be his focus, knowing on a subconscious level how rare this was.
Ollie knew that he would never last either, pleasing Bruce this way, and was taking his time, one finger at a time, at preparing his lover. He kissed her deep, then pulled her upwards, moving her up to where his mouth could run over her chest even as he writhed back against Ollie's fingers, breath catching over and over again as Ollie's fingers moved inside him, sparking fire.
She was pliant to his wishes, moving up and stretching her back upward to more firmly offer herself to him. Her eyes closed as she moaned, about the same time Ollie worked the third finger inside his lover.
"Mm," he purred against her skin, hand flattening at her back to hold her tighter up against his mouth... and he shuddered at that stretch, at the hot, sliding pressure. He rocked backwards, making it a demand though he hissed softly at the burn.
Ollie took a deep breath before he kissed hard at the edge of Bruce's shoulder blade, withdrawing his fingers. The emptiness was slowly replaced by Ollie, freshly slicked with lube and moving as slow as his own self-control issues allowed him to.
Dinah had opened her eyes at Bruce's his, and now watched his face in fascination.
"Ollie," Bruce whispered, voice thick, eyes closed as his head tipped back, away from Dinah's skin. "Yes." His arms tightened around Dinah's hot, lithe body as he controlled the almost instinctive reaction to resist.
"Yeah, Bruce...still yours," Ollie promised him, knowing just how difficult it could be. "Let me please you, let me take care of you," the archer rumbled, rocking into Bruce with shallow strokes, going deeper on each one. Dinah moaned and shivered at hearing Ollie quite that way, at feeling Bruce's fierce hold on her.
That got a soft, low purr of pleasure as he rocked back against the strength of Ollie's hold, at each of those moves. "Yes, you are..." One hand snaked back suddenly, off Dinah's back to twist and flatten at the small of Ollie's back, pulling him closer... and his teeth scraped over one of Dinah's nipples. She hissed and then moaned, pressing up into his mouth, wanting more of that kind of attention. Ollie made a low rumbling noise as he used one hand on Bruce's hip to help him control the rhythm, his back corded with good tension as he did.
Bruce moaned softly, purred at her, and nipped at her gently, again, mouth working, hand still on her, holding tight, knee still draped up over hers as he rocked back into Ollie's body.
"Oh, god, this is..." Ollie had to bite the inside of his cheek as he nearly surged on that rock of Bruce's.
Dinah purred over their lover's shoulder at him. "From here, it's hot as hell," she told him. Bruce shivered, rocked back against him again, held tightly to them both as Ollie moving in him slowly drove him mad again...
"I'm not going to last, Bruce...can't...." Ollie pressed close, this time fully inside his lover, holding still for one long moment before pulling back.
Bruce purred to him harshly, twisting to look over his shoulder, and his body arched again, "Come for me," he ordered, still holding Dinah tightly.
She shivered violently at that order to Ollie, almost in time with the archer's full body spasm and deep thrust that let him lose control completely. Bruce moved with him as he bucked, twisting his head back to kiss Dinah again, hand sliding from Ollie's back to her hip, fingers slipping down over dark curls. She bucked up against him, small cry of pleasure on her lips. Ollie managed to not bruise Bruce's hips, holding them tight as he shuddered violently. Bruce broke the kiss to lick at the line of her jaw, wanting to hear her voice as Ollie shook against him and held him hard... and she gave him just what he wanted, her body quaking to the lightest touch as she called their names over and over.
His fingers slid over her over and over again, touch skilled as Ollie went still against his back, the two to them wrapped so close around him.. so very good. Ollie's breath played over Bruce's ear as he came back to himself very slowly, pulling free.
"Bruce..." The tone of voice said much, that he was happy, that he had enjoyed the rare privilege, and most of all that he loved the man.
Bruce kept stroking Dinah, caressing her as he turned his head again, slow and lazy, and smiled, small but real, eyes dark and contentedly hungry. "Hm?"
"Hmm," Ollie rumbled, laying beside them as Dinah writhed and finally caught that hand, holding it, with a smile of pure contentment. Bruce arched up and kissed her again, still hungry for her but well contented with what they'd had.
"Very, very good, Bruce," she purred after their kiss.
"Yes." Ollie caressed his shoulder.
Bruce smiled, holding her. "Yes..." then slowly twisted to pull Ollie into a deeply possessive kiss. Ollie opened fully to that kiss, moaning hungrily. Bruce tangled around him possessively, kissing him deep and sure, hand tangling in his blond hair.
Dinah watched them, loving everything she saw, from Bruce's firm command of it, to the eager, wanton way Ollie responded to him, body moving with quickly renewed hunger.
Bruce moved with him, easy, sure twists of his body that rode Ollie's hungry moves, controlling him even as his eyes closed at how it felt to be locked body-to-body with him again, Dinah curled close behind him...
The lady with them added kisses and caresses to Bruce's body, knowing so many nerve clusters from her training, ones that let her use every touch of fingers or lips to help heighten his sense of pleasure.
Ollie moaned and bucked up, before sliding a hand down to find Bruce and begin stroking him to full hardness.
"Dinah," he breathed, shoulders twisting back into her touch as his hips bucked into Ollie's hand, nipping at his shoulder.
"Yes, Bruce?" She slid a hand lightly over his backside, caressing as Ollie fond just the right grip to use. The only answer was a low, wordless purr and a sharp, hungry twist of his hips into Ollie's hand, then back into hers.
"Shall we make him boneless, lover?" Dinah asked Ollie in a playful voice.
"That's a challenge...but we should try," Ollie agreed.
Bruce twisted a hand backwards, stroking down her side, nipping sharply at Ollie's throat as he moved between them. Dinah purred in her throat before she slid her hand down and started massaging Bruce's sac while Ollie stroked him. Her mouth continued to play havoc on his nerve clusters, enjoying the way he moved.
Bruce hissed softly, moving between them with small, hungry shudders... and his hand snaked down to wrap around Ollie's length, stroking him. Nor was he disappointed; Ollie twitched back to life, moaning and thrusting hard up into that touch. Dinah continued her careful caresses, moaning at their bodies moving together.
Bruce nearly echoed that moan, moving between them hungrily, hand working Ollie steadily, hungrily, counterpoint to the pace Ollie was driving him utterly mad with. Ollie's eyes closed as he arched into Bruce's hand, letting it just flow over him, he sensation of being touched and touching in turn, hearing Dinah's soft whispers of love for them, as well as her moans at the feel and sight of them making love.
Bruce purred, watching the content on Ollie's face, //Make who boneless, my archer?// he thought, wickedly amused as he caught his breath and found his own voice, low, rough whisper as he told Ollie how he felt, how good this was...
"No fair, using his weakness against him in bed, Bruce, my love," Dinah purred. She guided her hand up, conscious of his tenderness, but lightly caressing there. Bruce looked over his shoulder at her, questioning, then his body jerked at her touch as he kept stroking Ollie hungrily.
"Ollie's a sucker for a sexy voice," she told him, evidenced by Ollie bucking sharply up when her voice dipped into full provocateuse range.
"Mm..." Bruce went back to talking to him, though his breath caught as Ollie's hand stroked him. Dinah kept up small words of teasing nature, hands moving over both men as she shifted. Her touch on Bruce remained light, not wanting to hurt him, but knowing from the past just how sensitive Ollie was from that tight ring to the flesh just behind the sac.
Bruce let Dinah keep talking as he started leaving bruising kisses over Ollie's broad chest, struggling for control at the combined touch of their hands... Dinah began painting a wickedly vivid picture of just how they looked and felt to her, the way she loved their sounds, even the scent of them as they both stroked and twisted at each other, moving closer to mutual pleasure.
"Ollie," Bruce called for his attention, hand moving a little faster on him...
Ollie's eyes were barely open as he added a smaller caress with his thumb at the end of each pull. "Yes, Bruce?" he asked, voice gone deep with barely held pleasure.
"Now," Bruce demanded, hand moving on him perfectly, sucking at his throat again.
"With him," Dinah purred in Bruce's ear, finger lightly caressing the opening again. Ollie was barely breathing as he thrust into Bruce's touch, almost spilling just at Bruce's word. Bruce shivered at her voice and the touch, and forced his eyes open, watching Ollie's face as he stroked his thumb over his tip on an upstroke, "Ollie, now, come for us..."
"Bruce!" Ollie whispered the name hoarse and needily, before his eyes rolled back and he did let go of his control, barely maintaining his skilled grip and pull along Bruce's shaft. Bruce shuddered as Ollie's hand tightened, Dinah's voice slid along his ears and he lost the battle with his own restraint, pulsing into his grip.
Dinah shifted her touch to the two men's shoulders, purring for their release, smiling gently at them both as they collapsed more or less together in their release. Bruce panted softly, hand sliding from Ollie's length up to curve around his hip and pull him closer, still mostly out of it.
Ollie obliged, shifting so that Bruce was holding him close, Dinah sliding in to be behind her blond lover. She kissed his neck, making him shudder against Bruce one good time.
"You two," Bruce said softly, shaking his head slightly as they settled.
Dinah sat back up once to grab blankets, pulling them up over the two men and herself. Showers, she decided, would wait. "Who, us?" she played innocently.
Bruce tilted his head enough to give her a long, level look, the 'yes, you minx,' silent.
She returned it with invitation to make her 'pay' for it the next time they were together. He reached over Ollie's body to stroke his fingertips down her side, smiling dangerously at her in a promise that he would.
She shivered, more for the intent in his eyes than the touch, and Ollie ran his hand back along her thigh.
"Mmm...Pretty Bird," he murmured, fast losing the fight with sleep.
Bruce petted her again, then him, voice gentle as he spoke. "I think we need to move, before you fall asleep, Ollie..."
"Sleep sounds damn fine," Ollie grumbled. "It's bed..."
Bruce sighed and shifted his grip on Ollie to pull him across his body and move both of them out of the mess they'd made. Ollie might be tired enough not to mind, but he wasn't. Thank god Ollie's bed was as hedonistically large as his own was.
Dinah assisted, shifting Ollie from behind, and even grinning. "Ollie's cares went out the window," Dinah murmured as Ollie snuggled into Bruce, half asleep already.
Bruce smiled slightly, and reached to pet her with his cleaned hand, holding Ollie close with the other arm. Dinah smiled back, shifting to lay firmly against Ollie's back, her hand over on Bruce, caressing.
"Mine," Bruce breathed softly, speaking to both of them
"Yours," Ollie mumbles sleepily. Dinah petted his hair, before looking at Bruce. Her eyes were impish but she nodded to his claim. Bruce let his own eyes close, letting the feel of Ollie's body slipping into sleep pull him towards it as well.
Dinah watched both slip down, knowing she was not far behind them, even as she wondered just how much peace life would let them have.
