⟨ Jason stood quite a few steps from the edge. A towel clutched around his waist. That steam felt so inviting and it was beautiful. A nice way to end a long day hidden behind various disguises and suits, right? No. Know why? Cause Jason didn't do nice things. His entire body was taut and tense and wound so tight it could snap. ⟩
I'm not fucking complaining, Dick. ⟨ Sue him if he felt uncomfortable without a knife nearby. It'd taken a lot of convincing for them to even get to the point of working together and now a fucking hot spring? You've gotta be kidding. He shuffled away, trying to put some distance between them. Hesitating a moment, Jay stepped closer to the edge. ⟩ Keep your eyes off, pervert.
[these hotsprings are known far and wide throughout the land as the best place to go when one wants to unwind (or get away from reality for a little while altogether). he's completely, one-hundred-percent unsurprised by how many people show up, even daily, but it is a little startling when there are actually two people already here by the time sizhui arrives so late in the evening.
two people who are having what sounds like a ridiculous catfight, minus any straightforward physicality. which is why he lingers a moment longer near the gate once it's shut, clutching his own towel in a vice-like grip, uncertainty clinging like a wet blanket— or maybe that's just because of the steam from the hot water only some feet away? regardless, he huffs a soft breath, squares his shoulders and approaches from the opposite direction, wasting no time dipping his feet into the water. while he does, sizhui's attention drifts between the other two individuals, his head bows in a polite greeting, then he's looking back down at the water in his best attempt at minding his own business.]
[ The noise of the gate swinging closed draws Dick's attention, but the small guy there seems like the very essence of unassuming. Dick's gaze flicks back to Jason and all his prickly tension. Relax and Jason are two words he rarely finds in the same sentence, least of all with him. Jason would probably rather eat a shoe.
He turns away from Jason, rolling his eyes at the insult. ] The water is going to be ice by the time you get in.
[ His eyes catch on the stranger, meeting his nod with one of his own and a small disarming smile, before they both break eye contact. They're on opposite sides of the spring, anyway. Dick sets aside his towel and slowly steps into the spring, sinking down and melting. He doesn't stifle a soft, pleased moan. ] Oh my god, you're missing out, Jaybird.
The water can't be ice, asshole. It's a fucking hot spring. ⟨ This was so far removed from what Jason found relaxing or unwinding. Jay was more the type to drink and fight his problems away, then pass out somewhere after a couple more questionable ideas. Maybe that was the problem. He was naked, weaponless, and fucking sober.
Jay exhaled and moved to slide into the springs once Dick turned away but froze in place for a second upon hearing another person approach. The sensation of being now sans a towel was real stark when icy blues met the other guy for a split second before dropping into the water. ⟩
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Shut up. I'm in. ⟨ He said, easing further into the waters than he'd care to admit. Shit. This was really...nice. ⟩
[listening to the two of them go back and forth has sizhui's mouth curving at the edges with amusement in spite of himself. he bites his lower lip in an attempt to help fight it, keeps his attention focused on the water for now, doing everything possible to resist commenting, too.
he is a little taken aback by dick's smile, unable to keep from faintly grinning in kind, though he keeps his gaze downcasted afterward to give them both whatever privacy they need. nudity isn't anything new here, but he remembers being a little uncertain his first time, meaning he understands being wary or dubious about stripping down in front of people he's never met before— however, it's not often he happens to glance up and look whenever someone's doing so.
his cheeks flare, he lowers his gaze somewhat, realizes that means he's sort of staring at the man who'd gotten into the spring first instead then ducks his head further. hopefully, it didn't draw much attention, and if it did, that just means turnabout is fair play when he shucks off his own towel and sinks into the water until it reaches right underneath his chin.]
[ He's a step closer to heaven here, while Jason is standing there grumbling. Arguing is a little less appealing. Dick sinks down, until the water is up to his chin, swallowed up in the warmth of the hot spring, and eyes fluttering closed as he hums his appreciation right over Jason's complaining. Can't hear you, Jay.
He hears the water slosh, telling, but he still waits for verbal confirmation, before opening his eyes and looking back at Jason. He straightens up properly, water washing off but leaving his upperbody wet and glossy in the pale light. The heat of the spring already has the gold tones of his shoulders a little more ruddy, a touch of red on his his cheeks and knuckles and elbows and fingertips. ]
And it's nice, isn't it? [ There's that pleasantly teasing lilt to his voice that's fully synonymous with his good mood. ] You can apologize now if you want.
⟨ Jay's confidence was a strange thing. A few differences in the situation or just another day and he'd be all brazen and smug. He was as unpredictable as predictable, really. Yet the catty clap backs and embarrassment flushing Jay's cheeks settled as that warmth enveloped him, seeping deep into well-worn muscles.
Brows threw up at the word 'apology'. Jay balked. ⟩ In your wildest fucking dreams, man.
⟨ He settled, instead, in silence—head tilting back against the edge with a warm hum. The sound of rushing water brought Jay's attention lazily toward Dick's direction and jesus christ. An exhale slipped out barely parted lips. He'd suggest Sizhui not to be fooled by Dick's charming smile but here were those pale blues watching hot droplets of water slide down taut rippling muscle and boy this was a feeling Jay hadn't had in some fucking time. Grayson was 100% a menace to society. Especially when he was wet and cocky. ⟩ What, leaving my ass here already now that I actually got in?
[good golly, they're still going, even after having gotten into the water. while sizhui tries desperately to not smile wider, it's a little more difficult than he'd planned, so rather than possibly have his amusement at their bickering be seen, he just sinks further down until the water covers his mouth instead.
meanwhile, his attention does waver, darting up from the steam to where the other two men are sitting, dark eyes considering them both. why are you staring? honestly, he hasn't got a single clue, but it doesn't make him look away.
he isn't exactly sure why he doesn't avert his gaze either, just keeps right on looking like it's no big deal he's checking them out, as if one (or both) won't call him out on it. maybe he's thinking they're too distracted with each other to even remember he's here, though regardless of the excuse, he's starting to realize something: either the water has somehow gotten hotter or he's growing warmer by the second. not to mention the sudden boldness he feels when he resurfaces enough to offhandedly remark,] You two sound like a couple of people I know.
[ He thinks Jason should know better, but it doesn't keep the mirth off his face, crinkling at the corners of his eyes and a smile curving the edges of his mouth in good amusement at the way Jason balks. Like Dick's ever actually held his breath waiting for an apology from him. For anything. ]
No, [ he says through a laugh when Jason actually thinks that he's ditching him. ] I'm moving closer since you sat ten feet away. I'm not contagious.
[ he's doing just that when their stranger chimes in from across the spring, dick's head immediately swiveling his way. he shines a curious smile his way, interest piqued. ] Oh yeah? Don't tell me they were brothers?
⟨ As if Jason thought that Dick was actually leaving. He knew the guy better than that but filling the silence with a clap back was more important than being accurate, presently. Especially when Jason felt so warm in ways that a fucking hot spring probably shouldn't provide. Unless he's suddenly become fifteen again somehow. Maybe this was the pit's second cousin. ⟩
Bro code, man. C'mon.
⟨ The closer Grayson gets the more Jason backs up. At first, because. Of. Feelings. But he managed a playful look on his smile and slowly it became more friendly in nature. The prouder Dick stood in his walk the more Todd sunk into the waters, striking blues too mesmerized by a body he's seen several times before. So much so, in fact, that Jason eventually bumps right into Sizhui. ⟩
Not by blood. ⟨ He was quick to say. Clarifying this was far more important than apologizing, apparently. Turning for a second, eyes found the stranger he'd backed up into and oh no--the stranger was... also cute. Okay, so. Alright he's just going to turn back around and...smash right into the man that he was initially avoiding.
Eyes look up at Dick. ⟩ I mean, like metaphorically. ⟨ Words a little thin. ⟩ Not like, actually brothers. ⟨ This was really important to mention, he felt. Like. Super important. ⟩
[‘bro code, man.’ there's barely enough time for him to muffle a snicker behind his hand but sizhui manages, his grin crinkling the corner of his eyes nevertheless, though. it's odd, he's uncertain why today of all days has him feeling extra giddy, yet figures it must be something to do with how nice the heated water feels alongside inadvertently meeting a couple of people who don't seem to mind sharing the hotsprings while having a little back and forth.]
No, they are not brothers.
[the moment he realizes jason's backing up, all attention is on him, widened dark eyes watching intently. closer and closer he gets, causing the longer-haired male to shift backward until his own back hits the edge, leaving him with nowhere else to escape.] Ah—! [right as the other male bumps into him, of course.]
I— I wouldn't have necessarily assumed, though most people might have? I do know some brothers aren't blood-related. [he catches jason's gaze, doe-eyed and mildly concerned by the sudden invasion of his space, considering them not knowing each other, except he isn't complaining. up close like this, sizhui can get a better look, maybe even linger longer than is needed. then jason moves away, backs up into the man he'd initially been trying to avoid, who sizhui's now directing his gaze toward.] There's also, uhm, the case of sworn brothers.
[why the hell does any of this matter? it doesn't, it's just all really good distractions from the fact he's got goosebumps, is faintly trembling and might possibly be turned-on because of some brief skin-contact.] So, the two of you are... adopted, then?
[ it unfolds like an actual comedy, at jason's expense. except it wouldn't be if he would sit down, but dick rarely manages to wrangle a playful look out of jason. why on earth would dick stop now? he doesn't miss the way jason's eyes drop lower than they need to and dick warms with the thought that jason might be staring.
but then he's bumping into the pretty stranger and dick is trying to stifle his laughter behind a hand, shoulders shaking despite it. jason's so stubborn, he's arguing instead of apologizing for bumping into their stranger. he feels like he's a little tipsy, despite not drinking anything, because he finds himself thinking the two don't look bad at all together. their stranger doesn't seem upset at all and dick wouldn't blame him. jason's plenty attractive and his mind supplies some colorful ways that brief moment could have turned.
unfortunately, then jason's turning right back around, which leads him bumping right into dick, and he catches him by the waist before he can turn and flee. ] Something like that, [ dick agrees distracted, but understanding suddenly the importance that they're not blood. his hands feel warm, tingly and right on jason's hips and it dawns on him how easy it would be to drag his hands down to cup jay's ass or cock. things that he has no business thinking, things that make his face flush with shame. ] You could have just asked if you wanted to sit with him... [ his eyes don't budge from jason's except to flick over his shoulder to sizhui.] -- or in his lap.
⟨ Jason's throat tensed when those hands secured themselves at either side of his waist and he swallowed a dry lump, especially when said secured hips bumped forward a bit. Oh god. Pale blue swept over Dick's sun-kissed skin now reddened by the warmth of these waters. Those broad shoulders, perfectly defined arms, well carved chest and a washboard you could clean your laundry with...he's always been attractive. Jason can't blame Sizhui for looking; for having his attention stolen by the sheer prowess of fucking man that Grayson was, and you think he's attractive now? You haven't seen him in action. His graceful lethality ⟩nng—
⟨ Todd reached behind him to grasp something, anything, that could help ground him when he'd realized that warm sound actually vibrated in his chest and up out of his lips. The thing that Jason grabbed didn't help cool the warmth. He couldn't help but keep his hand on this thigh it'd found behind him. Fingers slowly smooth along the meaty flesh while a heat began to build in his belly. Jason should definitely not be touching a stranger like this but against all thoughts and alarm bells his hand remained there, slowly moving up and around to give a firm squeeze to Sizhui's ass. ⟩
Yeah ⟨ He wasn't stuttering like the stranger was, but he felt the same rapid heart and tight chest. Nerves all tingling at the surface. He shouldn't be thinking about this. About Dick, about Dick's dick, about a stranger here. Maybe that stranger would watch them...maybe even join them—oh. Yeah, wow. He let out a shuttered breath. ⟩ Something like that.
[gods, it's warm. why is it so warm? more so than usual even, which has him wondering just what the hell is going on and why he can't seem to tear his eyes away from them. jason shifts backward, right into dick's space and the man doesn't seem to have any problem getting a grip to keep him in place. this... this feels extraordinarily unconventional, but in a good sense, in a way that makes sizhui's half-lidded gaze focus somewhat better through the unfettered heat flooding his entire body. the only reason he catches dick's gaze is that he forces himself to look up from where dick has put his hands on jason's waist, praying the color rising high on his cheeks might just be mistaken for the fact they're in the hotspring and not because there are two ridiculously attractive strangers touching one another in front of him. (it more than likely doesn't, surprising no one, but he'll still pretend.)
swallowing around the sudden lump in his throat when a hand finds his thigh, he sinks his teeth into his cheek to muffle a soft groan, but once it moves up, ghosts over his hip and finds his ass, sizhui can't help jolting forward. an astonished, breathless gasp slips out at the remark before he can stop it, then both arms shoot up, hook around jason's shoulders, fingertips drifting across the side of his neck as his hands settle. what are you doing? you don't know these people! does he honestly care? no, not really— which is why he has no qualms shifting closer despite the quicksilver pace of his heartbeat, still wide eyes flickering between them while one hand veers off from jason's arm to reach out so he can splay his fingers across dick's chest.
he exhales a faintly shaking breath of his own, thoughts reeling yet somehow focused all at the same time.] Sorry. [what is there to apologize for?] I'm not...sure... [as to what's come over him, about what's causing this, but what he does know: jason certainly looks biteable. so, don't mind him, leaning forward, parting full, reddened lips then sinking his teeth right into the junction where jason's neck meets his shoulder and muffling another noise.]
[ There's no doubting it now, Jason's eyes dip below his chin and they linger, blue eyes flicking here and there. Down his shoulders and arms, his chest and abdomen — he must look good. Wet, muscles glistening damp under the light from the moon, the fairylights hanging. He can guess how he looks, because Jason's just as much of a sight. All of his hard work on display, the proof of his brute strength there, bared in tight muscles that promise a good wrestle if they weren't in the hot springs with a stranger.
All the alarms in his head have sounded, but it's completely mute in the face of the growing heat in the pit of his stomach. He wants to touch, even though he shouldn't. He wants his mouth on every inch of Jason. Maybe he's more fond of Jason than he should be, but he's tried to tamp down on it and he'd never -- he wouldn't push. He wouldn't come onto Jason like this in a hot spring with a stranger.
Dick's gaze is darker, every nerve in him awake and alive at the warm sound that Jason got out that's only momentarily followed by a soft, breathless gasp from Sizhui. Dick he feels like he can't breathe, his lungs burning as his mind spins more and more ideas.
And then he inhales a sharp breath when his gaze drops, following the hint of movement and his pupils dilate at the sight of Jason's wandering hand on Sizhui and how close the two of them are now that he's jolted forward, further into Jason's space. And Dick can't think of a good reason not to do the same. More than little bump from earlier, Dick crowds closer into Jason, following the little electric shocks of skin on skin contact, nerves lit up with every inch they touch.
His gaze jumps to Sizhui at the hand pressed to his chest, and he bites down on his own lip at the sight of Sizhui's pretty head tilted and his mouth at Jason's neck. Sizhui has such good ideas. And in a moment, Dick is tipping his own head, leaning in to the opposite side from Sizhui, to tease his mouth across the soft curve of Jason's ear, warm breath ghosting across his ear and his lips teasing against the curved shell of his ear, but his gaze flicks towards Sizhui. He feigns a whisper, but he guarantees that Sizhui can hear him. ] Want him to sit in your lap, Jay? I think he'd do it for you. [ His teeth close at the delicate curve of Jason's ear, nipping before he pulls away. ] Who wouldn't?
⟨ Lips parted with a hot exhale as those hips bucked up against him—blood rushing to his cheeks when he felt skin and remembered their state of undress. At first, Jason was warm and shying away from the feelings he knew he shouldn't have. He'd sunk into the waters and tried so desperately to deny the growing heat; the thoughts; the desires. It was shifting, now. Hands a little bolder. Fingers inching along the smooth round of flesh to really get a hold of it and curl into it with another firm squeeze.
And every inch of his body craved touch. Each second passing by had his throat dry with a thirst that could only be quenched in one way. Reactive, Jay leaned back into Sizhui's hands when they made contact. They were beyond the point of apologies now, right? This was a train that wasn't about to stop anytime soon. It couldn't stop. He needed it...Oh, fuck he needed it. Eyes followed the hand that left as it reached out toward that golden carved chest. He couldn't begrudge the man. Instead, Jason watched those delicate fingers with keen interest, mesmerized. Pale blue flicked up toward Dick who only leaned into the touch.
Their bodies—all three of them—now barely an inch from one another. He'd slowly come to stand between the moment Sizhui had bucked forward and Dick took his last step in. The springs were shallow enough that its waters hugged just a little high around the taut muscle of Jason's stomach. Through the haze of steam you could see through crystal waters; you could feel that Jason's cock began to twitch, slowly stirring awake.
The hand reaching behind him slid away from that plump ass and gradually toward the front, dipping down the crease of Sizhui's leg. His other hand wandered up Dick's stomach, his chest—hands stopped their movements only temporarily when lips and teeth chewed down on his neck. A moan rolled out as Jay's head tipped back against the stranger behind him.
Fingers continued their journey up Dick's chest with haste and desperation when Grayson closed in on the opposite side from Sizhui. They travelled up Dick's neck and into inky black hair, fingers clutching hard. A shuttered breath shook free. He'd bucked up into that solid mass of a body without even knowing it at first. Hot breath and lips and tongue—whispered words making fire drop deep into his stomach.
Lips dusted down the side of Grayson's cheek. He may have tried to push away, but Jay kept him there, kept him close and returned the whisper with the same intention of letting Sizhui hear. ⟩ Only if you join me.I wanna feel your cock against mine as I fuck him, Dick.
[both of them are absolutely gorgeous underneath the dim artificial lighting mixed with moonlight, it's a wonder he can even tear his eyes away long enough to have gotten as close as he has. and now, here he is, pressed up against one of them, getting felt up while using both hands to return the favor. (seriously though, what the hell is in the water that suddenly has them all so worked up?) he doesn't know and the further they go, the more he realizes he sincerely doesn't care as much as he probably should.
he works the skin he's found with lips, teeth and tongue, worrying a mark into jason's neck, the hand on dick's chest dragging downward after the man moves to jason's opposite side. his fingertips find the lines of the solar-plexus, move further down his abdomen, slow their pace once he finds the dip of his groin. meanwhile, the other hand moves from jason's shoulder once he leans into his touch too, skims along a shoulderblade, traces down his spine then moves back around over his hip and grips momentarily when the hand on his own ass tightens as well. funny, how he wouldn't have ever considered hooking up with a couple of strangers, but he'd also never thought he could be turned on so fast by some basic grabassing, either.
damn his sensitive thighs, though. sizhui shifts into the hand, puffs a warm breath against damp flesh then licks over the mark, all the way up to jason's earlobe, the briefest distraction as his hand moves lower and finds his cock. he can't fight a smirk as he simply teases first, drifts over hardening flesh, another surprised noise slipping out before it can be stopped when jason bucks forward. it must be sheer luck that he lowers the hand to his thigh just in time or else it might've very well been trapped between them alongside the hand he's got on dick.
listening to them discuss their plans like he isn't right there is exciting in a way he can't describe, he also isn't able to stop himself from commenting,] I would. [soft and sweet against jason's ear then he tilts his chin, noses over the shell of his ear, shifts upward until he brushes against his temple.] Both of you. I've never done such a thing, but I'm more than willing to try.
[honestly, his cock twitches while even thinking about it, despite the inexperience. whatever is going on, he's finding he sort of likes being bolder in this situation and hopes they're serious about the whole thing or he might very well be disappointed if they are teasing.]
[ Dick's lashes flutter against his cheek, mouth opening in a soft, shameless moan when Jason's fingers sink right into his hair and grips tight -- the cherry topping to Jason bucking his hips into him. It has Dick sucking in a shuddering breath, more than able to feel Jason's size and girth and the heated way his dick is starting to fatten up. No small surprise, because Dick's own cock is warming up, quick and sizable to the close contact and wandering hands. Not leastly, he's fit to bleed arousal at this whole scene. The three of them, where anyone could find them.
His hand grips tight onto Jason's hip, keeping him close, keeping their dicks hot and pressed together wet. His breath stuck in his throat, burning up his lungs to hold back a noise. He pressed his nose into Jason's hair, buried his face against the side of his head weakly while Jason went on, filthy and dirty and Dick's never heard anything better in his whole damn life.
He groans, something helpless and desperate that sounds indefinitely like yes, and grinds hotly into Jason, dick twitching and body shivering. He wants that too, fingers digging in too deep and going to leave bruises keeping Jason right there against his cock.
And then Sizhui agrees, it has Dick's eyes flying open, wide and glazed over as he pulls back just enough to stare at him. His voice sounds so sweet, silky smooth and young, but he looks gorgeous now. Undeniably cute in the face, but so pretty. Hair to give Kori a run for her money. Dick's twitch and before he can even think, his other hand is coming to thread his fingers into Sizhui's hair. ] You'd be so good for us, wouldn't you? So we'll make sure you feel just as good.
[ He'd be plenty pleased finding out how many times Jason and Sizhui can finish in one evening. ]
⟨ His fingers crawl further down to gently wrap around the base of Sizhui's cock. A firm squeeze and slow stroking work to rouse it awake. He could get used to this. Two bodies tight against him, lips working along his warm skin and Jason couldn't help a low moan in response to Dick's. His head tilted back against the stranger's soft shoulders in a moment of overwhelmed bliss. Full lips shivered to the feeling of Grayson's hot breath buried there, sliding along the skin as his head fell.
Jay pulled himself back together with a deep groan. Gut pooling with heat as his nails dragged down Dick's carved musculature, the feeling of those hips rolling hot against his own and he couldn't help bucking back against them. He'd never wanted to fuck someone so bad in his entire life and wasn't going to question why now.
His smile was warm and wonton when Sizhui agreed. Selfishly, Jason stole a kiss from Dick's lips before he could say anything. Deep, and eager, and wanting. Jay whispers low into them with a small bite ⟩ Maybe I'll fuck you for round two? Let him watch while he recovers.
⟨ He slides away, fingers smoothing over Sizhui's silken skin as he gently moved around the man's body entrapping the stranger between himself and Dick. Jay's fingers brush aside long soft hair and lips go to work at a soft shoulder. Hot open mouth kisses and playful bites scatter themselves there and slowly move up toward his neck. He grabs the firm rounds of Sizhui's ass, prying it apart and moving a few fingers over to tease the man's hole, slowly working one inside. His own cock now fat and firm, brushing along the inside of Sizhui's thigh.
Jay works his way up the back of the man's neck to his ear. ⟩ You're so pretty. ⟨ His fingers curled, pushing in another one. ⟩ I bet you look even more beautiful in the throws of ecstasy, hm? We'll make you feel so good.
[if there were ever a moment where sizhui's glad nobody has called him out for staring, this would be it. because he sincerely can't help himself, what with dick and jay grinding against one another like they are and the latter's wandering hand ultimately finding his dick. teeth catching his cheek, he muffles a small, breathless moan and rolls his hips forward, face burying against jason's neck after the other male leans back against his shoulder. a hand briefly abandons whatever it's doing to reach up, fingertips finding the hand jason has in dick's hair, ghosting over the backs of his knuckles, encouraging.
then it's back to business, the same hand lowering and finding jason's hip again, gently coaxing him forward to meet dick whenever the older man grinds against him while sizhui finds another spot on his neck to mark.
being as close as he is, it'd be impossible for him to not hear jason, teasing dick with something about ‘round two while he recovers.’ would it particularly be recovering if he gets hard all over again watching them together? he makes a pitiful whine at the thought, working more intently on leaving another hickey.
something he finishes with just in time for moving around into a position that's wholly unexpected. (well, not entirely, he'll have to be between them if they're both going to fuck him, right?) but suddenly being in-between them, coming face-to-face with dick while they're making full-on eye-contact, who'd been so charming and forthright since the beginning has him reddening for a whole other reason. that, alongside jason swooping in on his neck and grabbing his ass, it's a wonder he's still standing. it's just barely, which prompts him to reach out, circling an arm around dick's shoulder, the unoccupied limb lowering so he can find jason's thigh, digits clenching in a vice-like grip at the sudden intrusion. nothing painful, only slightly uncomfortable, and even that doesn't keep him from thrusting back against the other man's hand.]
Ah! [is what he manages through the soft groan, head faintly tipped as jason finds his ear, calls him ‘pretty,’ causing his lower lip to sheepishly tuck between his teeth. dick's hand cinched in his hair earns another noise that increases in octave the moment a second finger pushes inside him.] Yes, I will. Please, please, I— I want it...
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I'm not fucking complaining, Dick. ⟨ Sue him if he felt uncomfortable without a knife nearby. It'd taken a lot of convincing for them to even get to the point of working together and now a fucking hot spring? You've gotta be kidding. He shuffled away, trying to put some distance between them. Hesitating a moment, Jay stepped closer to the edge. ⟩ Keep your eyes off, pervert.
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two people who are having what sounds like a ridiculous catfight, minus any straightforward physicality. which is why he lingers a moment longer near the gate once it's shut, clutching his own towel in a vice-like grip, uncertainty clinging like a wet blanket— or maybe that's just because of the steam from the hot water only some feet away? regardless, he huffs a soft breath, squares his shoulders and approaches from the opposite direction, wasting no time dipping his feet into the water. while he does, sizhui's attention drifts between the other two individuals, his head bows in a polite greeting, then he's looking back down at the water in his best attempt at minding his own business.]
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He turns away from Jason, rolling his eyes at the insult. ] The water is going to be ice by the time you get in.
[ His eyes catch on the stranger, meeting his nod with one of his own and a small disarming smile, before they both break eye contact. They're on opposite sides of the spring, anyway. Dick sets aside his towel and slowly steps into the spring, sinking down and melting. He doesn't stifle a soft, pleased moan. ] Oh my god, you're missing out, Jaybird.
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Jay exhaled and moved to slide into the springs once Dick turned away but froze in place for a second upon hearing another person approach. The sensation of being now sans a towel was real stark when icy blues met the other guy for a split second before dropping into the water. ⟩
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Shut up. I'm in. ⟨ He said, easing further into the waters than he'd care to admit. Shit. This was really...nice. ⟩
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he is a little taken aback by dick's smile, unable to keep from faintly grinning in kind, though he keeps his gaze downcasted afterward to give them both whatever privacy they need. nudity isn't anything new here, but he remembers being a little uncertain his first time, meaning he understands being wary or dubious about stripping down in front of people he's never met before— however, it's not often he happens to glance up and look whenever someone's doing so.
his cheeks flare, he lowers his gaze somewhat, realizes that means he's sort of staring at the man who'd gotten into the spring first instead then ducks his head further. hopefully, it didn't draw much attention, and if it did, that just means turnabout is fair play when he shucks off his own towel and sinks into the water until it reaches right underneath his chin.]
this one goes out to all the jasons out there
He hears the water slosh, telling, but he still waits for verbal confirmation, before opening his eyes and looking back at Jason. He straightens up properly, water washing off but leaving his upperbody wet and glossy in the pale light. The heat of the spring already has the gold tones of his shoulders a little more ruddy, a touch of red on his his cheeks and knuckles and elbows and fingertips. ]
And it's nice, isn't it? [ There's that pleasantly teasing lilt to his voice that's fully synonymous with his good mood. ] You can apologize now if you want.
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Brows threw up at the word 'apology'. Jay balked. ⟩ In your wildest fucking dreams, man.
⟨ He settled, instead, in silence—head tilting back against the edge with a warm hum. The sound of rushing water brought Jay's attention lazily toward Dick's direction and jesus christ. An exhale slipped out barely parted lips. He'd suggest Sizhui not to be fooled by Dick's charming smile but here were those pale blues watching hot droplets of water slide down taut rippling muscle and boy this was a feeling Jay hadn't had in some fucking time. Grayson was 100% a menace to society. Especially when he was wet and cocky. ⟩ What, leaving my ass here already now that I actually got in?
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meanwhile, his attention does waver, darting up from the steam to where the other two men are sitting, dark eyes considering them both. why are you staring? honestly, he hasn't got a single clue, but it doesn't make him look away.
he isn't exactly sure why he doesn't avert his gaze either, just keeps right on looking like it's no big deal he's checking them out, as if one (or both) won't call him out on it. maybe he's thinking they're too distracted with each other to even remember he's here, though regardless of the excuse, he's starting to realize something: either the water has somehow gotten hotter or he's growing warmer by the second. not to mention the sudden boldness he feels when he resurfaces enough to offhandedly remark,] You two sound like a couple of people I know.
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No, [ he says through a laugh when Jason actually thinks that he's ditching him. ] I'm moving closer since you sat ten feet away. I'm not contagious.
[ he's doing just that when their stranger chimes in from across the spring, dick's head immediately swiveling his way. he shines a curious smile his way, interest piqued. ] Oh yeah? Don't tell me they were brothers?
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Bro code, man. C'mon.
⟨ The closer Grayson gets the more Jason backs up. At first, because. Of. Feelings. But he managed a playful look on his smile and slowly it became more friendly in nature. The prouder Dick stood in his walk the more Todd sunk into the waters, striking blues too mesmerized by a body he's seen several times before. So much so, in fact, that Jason eventually bumps right into Sizhui. ⟩
Not by blood. ⟨ He was quick to say. Clarifying this was far more important than apologizing, apparently. Turning for a second, eyes found the stranger he'd backed up into and oh no--the stranger was... also cute. Okay, so. Alright he's just going to turn back around and...smash right into the man that he was initially avoiding.
Eyes look up at Dick. ⟩ I mean, like metaphorically. ⟨ Words a little thin. ⟩ Not like, actually brothers. ⟨ This was really important to mention, he felt. Like. Super important. ⟩
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No, they are not brothers.
[the moment he realizes jason's backing up, all attention is on him, widened dark eyes watching intently. closer and closer he gets, causing the longer-haired male to shift backward until his own back hits the edge, leaving him with nowhere else to escape.] Ah—! [right as the other male bumps into him, of course.]
I— I wouldn't have necessarily assumed, though most people might have? I do know some brothers aren't blood-related. [he catches jason's gaze, doe-eyed and mildly concerned by the sudden invasion of his space, considering them not knowing each other, except he isn't complaining. up close like this, sizhui can get a better look, maybe even linger longer than is needed. then jason moves away, backs up into the man he'd initially been trying to avoid, who sizhui's now directing his gaze toward.] There's also, uhm, the case of sworn brothers.
[why the hell does any of this matter? it doesn't, it's just all really good distractions from the fact he's got goosebumps, is faintly trembling and might possibly be turned-on because of some brief skin-contact.] So, the two of you are... adopted, then?
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but then he's bumping into the pretty stranger and dick is trying to stifle his laughter behind a hand, shoulders shaking despite it. jason's so stubborn, he's arguing instead of apologizing for bumping into their stranger. he feels like he's a little tipsy, despite not drinking anything, because he finds himself thinking the two don't look bad at all together. their stranger doesn't seem upset at all and dick wouldn't blame him. jason's plenty attractive and his mind supplies some colorful ways that brief moment could have turned.
unfortunately, then jason's turning right back around, which leads him bumping right into dick, and he catches him by the waist before he can turn and flee. ] Something like that, [ dick agrees distracted, but understanding suddenly the importance that they're not blood. his hands feel warm, tingly and right on jason's hips and it dawns on him how easy it would be to drag his hands down to cup jay's ass or cock. things that he has no business thinking, things that make his face flush with shame. ] You could have just asked if you wanted to sit with him... [ his eyes don't budge from jason's except to flick over his shoulder to sizhui.] -- or in his lap.
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⟨ Todd reached behind him to grasp something, anything, that could help ground him when he'd realized that warm sound actually vibrated in his chest and up out of his lips. The thing that Jason grabbed didn't help cool the warmth. He couldn't help but keep his hand on this thigh it'd found behind him. Fingers slowly smooth along the meaty flesh while a heat began to build in his belly. Jason should definitely not be touching a stranger like this but against all thoughts and alarm bells his hand remained there, slowly moving up and around to give a firm squeeze to Sizhui's ass. ⟩
Yeah ⟨ He wasn't stuttering like the stranger was, but he felt the same rapid heart and tight chest. Nerves all tingling at the surface. He shouldn't be thinking about this. About Dick, about Dick's dick, about a stranger here. Maybe that stranger would watch them...maybe even join them—oh. Yeah, wow. He let out a shuttered breath. ⟩ Something like that.
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swallowing around the sudden lump in his throat when a hand finds his thigh, he sinks his teeth into his cheek to muffle a soft groan, but once it moves up, ghosts over his hip and finds his ass, sizhui can't help jolting forward. an astonished, breathless gasp slips out at the remark before he can stop it, then both arms shoot up, hook around jason's shoulders, fingertips drifting across the side of his neck as his hands settle. what are you doing? you don't know these people! does he honestly care? no, not really— which is why he has no qualms shifting closer despite the quicksilver pace of his heartbeat, still wide eyes flickering between them while one hand veers off from jason's arm to reach out so he can splay his fingers across dick's chest.
he exhales a faintly shaking breath of his own, thoughts reeling yet somehow focused all at the same time.] Sorry. [what is there to apologize for?] I'm not...sure... [as to what's come over him, about what's causing this, but what he does know: jason certainly looks biteable. so, don't mind him, leaning forward, parting full, reddened lips then sinking his teeth right into the junction where jason's neck meets his shoulder and muffling another noise.]
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All the alarms in his head have sounded, but it's completely mute in the face of the growing heat in the pit of his stomach. He wants to touch, even though he shouldn't. He wants his mouth on every inch of Jason. Maybe he's more fond of Jason than he should be, but he's tried to tamp down on it and he'd never -- he wouldn't push. He wouldn't come onto Jason like this in a hot spring with a stranger.
Dick's gaze is darker, every nerve in him awake and alive at the warm sound that Jason got out that's only momentarily followed by a soft, breathless gasp from Sizhui. Dick he feels like he can't breathe, his lungs burning as his mind spins more and more ideas.
And then he inhales a sharp breath when his gaze drops, following the hint of movement and his pupils dilate at the sight of Jason's wandering hand on Sizhui and how close the two of them are now that he's jolted forward, further into Jason's space. And Dick can't think of a good reason not to do the same. More than little bump from earlier, Dick crowds closer into Jason, following the little electric shocks of skin on skin contact, nerves lit up with every inch they touch.
His gaze jumps to Sizhui at the hand pressed to his chest, and he bites down on his own lip at the sight of Sizhui's pretty head tilted and his mouth at Jason's neck. Sizhui has such good ideas. And in a moment, Dick is tipping his own head, leaning in to the opposite side from Sizhui, to tease his mouth across the soft curve of Jason's ear, warm breath ghosting across his ear and his lips teasing against the curved shell of his ear, but his gaze flicks towards Sizhui. He feigns a whisper, but he guarantees that Sizhui can hear him. ] Want him to sit in your lap, Jay? I think he'd do it for you. [ His teeth close at the delicate curve of Jason's ear, nipping before he pulls away. ] Who wouldn't?
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And every inch of his body craved touch. Each second passing by had his throat dry with a thirst that could only be quenched in one way. Reactive, Jay leaned back into Sizhui's hands when they made contact. They were beyond the point of apologies now, right? This was a train that wasn't about to stop anytime soon. It couldn't stop. He needed it...Oh, fuck he needed it. Eyes followed the hand that left as it reached out toward that golden carved chest. He couldn't begrudge the man. Instead, Jason watched those delicate fingers with keen interest, mesmerized. Pale blue flicked up toward Dick who only leaned into the touch.
Their bodies—all three of them—now barely an inch from one another. He'd slowly come to stand between the moment Sizhui had bucked forward and Dick took his last step in. The springs were shallow enough that its waters hugged just a little high around the taut muscle of Jason's stomach. Through the haze of steam you could see through crystal waters; you could feel that Jason's cock began to twitch, slowly stirring awake.
The hand reaching behind him slid away from that plump ass and gradually toward the front, dipping down the crease of Sizhui's leg. His other hand wandered up Dick's stomach, his chest—hands stopped their movements only temporarily when lips and teeth chewed down on his neck. A moan rolled out as Jay's head tipped back against the stranger behind him.
Fingers continued their journey up Dick's chest with haste and desperation when Grayson closed in on the opposite side from Sizhui. They travelled up Dick's neck and into inky black hair, fingers clutching hard. A shuttered breath shook free. He'd bucked up into that solid mass of a body without even knowing it at first. Hot breath and lips and tongue—whispered words making fire drop deep into his stomach.
Lips dusted down the side of Grayson's cheek. He may have tried to push away, but Jay kept him there, kept him close and returned the whisper with the same intention of letting Sizhui hear. ⟩ Only if you join me.I wanna feel your cock against mine as I fuck him, Dick.
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he works the skin he's found with lips, teeth and tongue, worrying a mark into jason's neck, the hand on dick's chest dragging downward after the man moves to jason's opposite side. his fingertips find the lines of the solar-plexus, move further down his abdomen, slow their pace once he finds the dip of his groin. meanwhile, the other hand moves from jason's shoulder once he leans into his touch too, skims along a shoulderblade, traces down his spine then moves back around over his hip and grips momentarily when the hand on his own ass tightens as well. funny, how he wouldn't have ever considered hooking up with a couple of strangers, but he'd also never thought he could be turned on so fast by some basic grabassing, either.
damn his sensitive thighs, though. sizhui shifts into the hand, puffs a warm breath against damp flesh then licks over the mark, all the way up to jason's earlobe, the briefest distraction as his hand moves lower and finds his cock. he can't fight a smirk as he simply teases first, drifts over hardening flesh, another surprised noise slipping out before it can be stopped when jason bucks forward. it must be sheer luck that he lowers the hand to his thigh just in time or else it might've very well been trapped between them alongside the hand he's got on dick.
listening to them discuss their plans like he isn't right there is exciting in a way he can't describe, he also isn't able to stop himself from commenting,] I would. [soft and sweet against jason's ear then he tilts his chin, noses over the shell of his ear, shifts upward until he brushes against his temple.] Both of you. I've never done such a thing, but I'm more than willing to try.
[honestly, his cock twitches while even thinking about it, despite the inexperience. whatever is going on, he's finding he sort of likes being bolder in this situation and hopes they're serious about the whole thing or he might very well be disappointed if they are teasing.]
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His hand grips tight onto Jason's hip, keeping him close, keeping their dicks hot and pressed together wet. His breath stuck in his throat, burning up his lungs to hold back a noise. He pressed his nose into Jason's hair, buried his face against the side of his head weakly while Jason went on, filthy and dirty and Dick's never heard anything better in his whole damn life.
He groans, something helpless and desperate that sounds indefinitely like yes, and grinds hotly into Jason, dick twitching and body shivering. He wants that too, fingers digging in too deep and going to leave bruises keeping Jason right there against his cock.
And then Sizhui agrees, it has Dick's eyes flying open, wide and glazed over as he pulls back just enough to stare at him. His voice sounds so sweet, silky smooth and young, but he looks gorgeous now. Undeniably cute in the face, but so pretty. Hair to give Kori a run for her money. Dick's twitch and before he can even think, his other hand is coming to thread his fingers into Sizhui's hair. ] You'd be so good for us, wouldn't you? So we'll make sure you feel just as good.
[ He'd be plenty pleased finding out how many times Jason and Sizhui can finish in one evening. ]
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Jay pulled himself back together with a deep groan. Gut pooling with heat as his nails dragged down Dick's carved musculature, the feeling of those hips rolling hot against his own and he couldn't help bucking back against them. He'd never wanted to fuck someone so bad in his entire life and wasn't going to question why now.
His smile was warm and wonton when Sizhui agreed. Selfishly, Jason stole a kiss from Dick's lips before he could say anything. Deep, and eager, and wanting. Jay whispers low into them with a small bite ⟩ Maybe I'll fuck you for round two? Let him watch while he recovers.
⟨ He slides away, fingers smoothing over Sizhui's silken skin as he gently moved around the man's body entrapping the stranger between himself and Dick. Jay's fingers brush aside long soft hair and lips go to work at a soft shoulder. Hot open mouth kisses and playful bites scatter themselves there and slowly move up toward his neck. He grabs the firm rounds of Sizhui's ass, prying it apart and moving a few fingers over to tease the man's hole, slowly working one inside. His own cock now fat and firm, brushing along the inside of Sizhui's thigh.
Jay works his way up the back of the man's neck to his ear. ⟩ You're so pretty. ⟨ His fingers curled, pushing in another one. ⟩ I bet you look even more beautiful in the throws of ecstasy, hm? We'll make you feel so good.
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then it's back to business, the same hand lowering and finding jason's hip again, gently coaxing him forward to meet dick whenever the older man grinds against him while sizhui finds another spot on his neck to mark.
being as close as he is, it'd be impossible for him to not hear jason, teasing dick with something about ‘round two while he recovers.’ would it particularly be recovering if he gets hard all over again watching them together? he makes a pitiful whine at the thought, working more intently on leaving another hickey.
something he finishes with just in time for moving around into a position that's wholly unexpected. (well, not entirely, he'll have to be between them if they're both going to fuck him, right?) but suddenly being in-between them, coming face-to-face with dick while they're making full-on eye-contact, who'd been so charming and forthright since the beginning has him reddening for a whole other reason. that, alongside jason swooping in on his neck and grabbing his ass, it's a wonder he's still standing. it's just barely, which prompts him to reach out, circling an arm around dick's shoulder, the unoccupied limb lowering so he can find jason's thigh, digits clenching in a vice-like grip at the sudden intrusion. nothing painful, only slightly uncomfortable, and even that doesn't keep him from thrusting back against the other man's hand.]
Ah! [is what he manages through the soft groan, head faintly tipped as jason finds his ear, calls him ‘pretty,’ causing his lower lip to sheepishly tuck between his teeth. dick's hand cinched in his hair earns another noise that increases in octave the moment a second finger pushes inside him.] Yes, I will. Please, please, I— I want it...