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Words fail Dick, when the situation at hand is explained to him. His mouth is dry, his heart thudding painfully against his ribcage. His entire body feels like it's tingling as his mind tries to wrap itself around this.
He was confused at first, when Bruce led him into this hotel room to find that Talia al Ghul and Selina Kyle were already waiting inside. They just ate a nice Christmas dinner in the restaurant downstairs, and then they made their way up to the penthouse, and Dick had been expecting—well, it to be empty. For this to be a little bit more of a celebration with Bruce. The presence of these two women who are, at times, their enemies, was hard for Dick to understand. Is this actually a work thing? Should he be worried?
But they were dressed in casual, soft clothing (not that that would stop Talia from being able to kill them, of course) and simply sitting in the large living area, relaxed on one of the couches like they didn't have a care in the world. And Bruce didn't look concerned, nor surprised by them being there.
And then Bruce began to explain. They way Dick's...desires have never been secret, the way Bruce has always known, the way Bruce thought Christmas would be the perfect occasion to organize such a lovely gift. That Talia and Selina aren't here about their night jobs but because—because they're going to have sex with him.
They're both smiling, amused, as Dick fails to speak. He's sure he seems ridiculous right now, that his jaw is still dropped, that his awed silence isn't exactly suave, but he can't help it. Because Bruce wasn't wrong about the way Dick's felt for years. The way his gaze has strayed whenever in the presence of these women, unable to stop himself from looking, from wanting.
It wasn't ever something he was going to act on, of course. Mainly because he was sure he'd make a fool of himself, and because of Bruce. Because he would never do that to Bruce.
"Is he always this shy?" Talia drawls, cheek resting against her palm. Her long brown hair falls in waves around her, and she is just—so beautiful. Fuck.
"No," Bruce says, sounding amused too. His hands land on Dick's shoulders, the man stepping up close behind him, and Dick just barely manages to stop himself from jumping. "He's usually a performer."
Dick's cheeks heat, both at the words and the way the women in front of him react to them; Selina's gaze drags over his body almost appreciatively, as if thinking about how Dick might perform, and Talia's smile is downright predatory.
It makes Dick shiver—not in the slightest bit a negative reaction—and he feels Bruce squeeze his shoulders gently in response.
"I think he's just struggling to handle that this is really happening," Bruce continues with a chuckle. "You might have to warm him up a little to get to the eager slut under the surface."
In his pants, Dick's cock twitches, and he tips his head back against Bruce, baring his throat. It's something that has always gotten a hungry reaction from Bruce, and Dick's pulse speeds up as it gets a response from the women now, both seeming pleased with it. Pleased with him.
"Come over here, precious," Selina purrs, curling a finger, and, with a tiny nudge from Bruce, Dick begins walking across the room, barely feeling like he's even breathing as he comes to a stop in front of the couch where Selina and Talia sit. Their heads have to crane back slightly to look at him, but there's absolutely nothing vulnerable about it, not an inch of lessened power despite Dick standing over them. No, who's in charge here is all too clear.
"Kneel," Talia says, tone casual and expectant, ever the princess her people consider her to be. And just as the League always obeys her, so does Dick now, sinking to his knees before them.
Selina hums, reaching out a hand. She drags a finger gently down his cheek, leaving behind a faint scratch with her nail that has Dick biting back a reaction. Her smirk is hungry, superior, and Dick holds completely still as her finger brushes over his bottom lip before dragging it down, and his jaw with it.
A quiet noise escapes him when her fingers press inside his mouth, thrusting over his tongue with idle intensity that has Dick panting. She thrusts them deeper, brushing over the back of his throat, and he suppresses his gag reflex at the touch.
"Oh isn't that nice," Selina coos. "Ready little boy, aren't you. So good at taking it."
Dick moans softly, eyelashes fluttering, and both women in front of him laugh under the breaths at the reaction. Dick is a little embarrassed—he is not even slightly acting cool—but mostly he's just getting really fucking aroused. And it's not like they seem upset with the way he's acting.
They...aren't here for cocky Nightwing. They're here to fuck Dick. Dick doesn't have to pull up a front—not when this is what they want from him. Him, on his knees, ready and willing to do whatever they want him to.
"Strip," Talia commands, and Dick jolts at the instruction before moving to comply.
He starts with his pants so he doesn't have to dislodge Selina's fingers from where they're still thrusting in and out of his mouth, gliding over his tongue, far more arousing than such a simple action should be. He tugs his belt free, then undoes his bottom and zipper, shoving his pants and underwear down together. Getting them down past his thighs is a little challenging since he's still on his knees, and he awkwardly shuffles back and forth as he works to get them off, Talia smirking at him all the while.
His suit jacket goes next, shucked off his shoulders and dropped to the side. Then his hands lift to the knot of his tie, loosening it so he can undo the top button of his shirt before making his way down the row of them until he can shrug off the blue button-down as well.
At that remains is his t-shirt and tie, and before he can consider how to ask Selina to remove her fingers—as much as he doesn't want her to—she's already doing so, slipping from his open mouth and then wiping his own spit on his shirt.
Hurriedly, Dick yanks his t-shirt over his head, and then reaches for the tie to do the same. He's stopped with a hand on his wrist though, Selina stopping him from removing it, and he looks at her questioningly as she and Talia exchange an agreeing look.
"Leave that on, precious," Selina says. "In fact..."
She nudges at his hand, so he drops the tie, letting his hands fall to rest on his thighs. Selina takes the tie in her hands and slowly slides the knot back up into place, tight against his Adam's apple, a constant pressure that grows every time he swallows. It makes his breath hitch, swallowing purposefully just so he can feel it.
Selina laughs, a bright and tinkling thing, blue eyes sparkling. She is—fuck, how are they so beautiful? How are they here with him?
"Aren't you obedient," she says, shaking her head slightly, still smiling. "Bruce really lucked out with you, hm? So very sweet."
"Thank you," Dick breathes, because it feels like the right thing to say, and the way Selina's smile grows shows that it was.
"Why don't we take this to the bedroom?" Talia suggests, her gaze flicking downward. "Seeing as some of us are rather eager."
Dick's face burns when he realizes she's looking at his cock, half-hard and quickly rising, already feeling so fucking turned on and they've barely even done anything yet.
Dick nods, unable to find words, and both Talia and Selina get gracefully to their feet. Selina is still holding onto his tie, and she pulls him along behind them, fanning the heat in Dick's gut at the casual control.
They pass Bruce as they go, and the man looks extremely pleased with himself, familiar hints of lust lining his expression. He meets Dick's wide-eyed gaze with a smirk, and then follows the three of them across the penthouse suite until they reach the bedroom.
Talia lowers herself onto the bed, every part of her body graceful and in control as she lays on her side, watching idly as Selina pulls Dick up to the edge of the bed. She pushes him to sit down on it, and then sinks to her knees in front of him.
The sight steals the air from Dick's lungs, a reaction that only gets more intense when—after offering him a wink—Selina wraps her mouth around his cock.
"Fuck," Dick wheezes, hands spasming against the bed, and behind him Talia chuckles at his reaction. Dick's head tips back as pleasure runs through him, entire body singing as Selina sucks on his cock, swirling her tongue, bobbing her head—but then he lowers his head again, desperately not wanting to miss what Selina Kyle looks with her lips wrapped around his cock.
It—is quite the sight. And nearly makes Dick shoot off right there, forcing himself to take a few deep breaths as his eyes lock onto the unreal picture of her taking his cock in and out of her mouth, the way she pulls back and trails kisses over the length of his cock before taking him down again. It's fucking spectacular, and the hardest thing Dick has ever had to do is keeping his hips from bucking up in the way they want to.
The bed shifts, and then there's a warm weight pressing against Dick's back, delicate but callused hands creeping over his shoulders and down his chest.
It takes Dick a moment to realize the warmth of Talia at his back doesn't carry with it the barrier of cloth. That she's naked, and those are her bare breasts pressing against his shoulder blades.
Dick moans, trembling in place, trapped between two women he's wanted for years and absolutely fucking thrilled to be there. Talia's chin tucks over his shoulder, an almost thoughtful hum coming out of her as her hands run over his skin. There's nothing hurried or lustful in her touches, they're just—exploring, sliding all over his body in a casual way, like she's simply getting acquainted with...with a new toy.
Briefly, her hands slip away from his chest, her long fingers instead going to wrap around each of his wrists and tug them out of their vice-grip on the blanket, pulling them to meet in the small of his back before beginning to wrap them in rope, doing multiple layers in a complex pattern until she's satisfied with what she's done, releasing him. His wrists tug instinctively against the bindings, but they don't budge at all, trapping his arms behind his back.
It makes Dick's eyelashes flutter—he really has always enjoyed being tied up.
"Tell me, Richard," Talia says, her hands once more mapping his skin, running this way and that and leaving goosebumps in her wake. "When Bruce fucks you, what do you call him?"
Shy embarrassment flares in Dick's chest, and he has to look away from Selina's sparkling eyes and Talia's presence as he mumbles out, "Daddy."
He feels Talia's smile against the side of his jaw, and the kiss she places there feels nearly like a reward. "You're right, Selina," she says. "Such a sweet little boy. Alright, Richard. Listen very carefully—while you're with us, you will call us Mommy, do you understand?"
Dick shudders, almost feeling like he leaves his body for a moment. It's the same way he reacted the first time Bruce made him call him Daddy in bed, like he was unlocking something new and exciting, as powerful as the first time he wrapped a hand around his cock and discovered he could make himself feel good.
"Yes," Dick agrees on a moan, nodding rapidly. "Yeah, yes, okay, I can do that."
"Good boy," Talia chuckles, making Dick whimper. He's shaking with how hard he's trying to not thrust up into Selina's blow job, and Talia's praise isn't helping Dick feel any calmer. Her hands continue to explore, tugging experimentally at Dick's nipples and then tugging on them more harshly when he whines at the touch.
"Please," Dick begs, not even sure what he's begging them for. "Please—Mommy, please—"
Selina slides off his cock with a wet pop, eyes dark with lust, and Talia rakes her nails down Dick's chest, making him yelp but still arch up into the touch. Selina and Talia look at each other like the cats who caught the canary. Dick can't say he's upset about being their prey.
"Get on your back in the center of the bed," Selina instructs, and as soon as Talia releases him he rushes to obey.
He's absolutely hard as a rock now, his cock bright red and standing up in the air, bobbing between his legs as he shuffles across the bed to reach the middle, then quickly turning around to lie down on his back.
His blood thrums as Selina and Talia kneel above him, looking down at him with appraising, hungry looks, like they're trying to pick what they want to do to him. They look like they want him, and he arches his body in a way he knows shows himself off well, a way that has many times had Bruce's eyes darkening with lust.
Selina's grin is sharp when she says, "Now there's the little performer we heard about. You like being watched, precious? You like having all eyes on you?"
Right here, right now? Oh yes, absolutely. He wouldn't leave if the world were ending, not with them looking at him like that, not with Bruce sitting in an armchair in the corner of the room and looking at him too.
"Please," he whimpers, begging for absolutely anything they'll give him, not even caring what it is. They can do whatever they want, use him however they want, he just needs them to do something.
"Spread your legs," Talia orders, and then moves to kneel between them when Dick does as he's told. Her hands tug on his thighs, and he lets her move him, planting his feet on the bed with his knees crooked up and spread out, putting him all on display. Dick bites his lip, cock twitching.
Talia climbs casually off the bed, hips swaying as she walks over to the dresser to grab something. Dick's eyes are torn between her naked, beautiful form and the way Selina is now stripping as well, revealing more and more skin and making Dick's mouth go dry.
They're so different; Talia's skin dark and hair long, Selina pale and with hair cropped incredibly short. Talia's scars that show a lifetime of battle, Selina's smooth skin that shows just how good she's always been at escaping from heists. So different but both so stunning, and Dick can't stop his eyes from flicking rapidly back and forth between them as they both return to the bed, kneeling above him like goddesses looking down at their offered sacrifice.
When Talia holds aloft the bottle of lube in her hand, Dick spreads his legs even further apart, giving all the permission in the world. Her lips twitch briefly upward, and she doesn't hesitate to slick one of her fingers and then slide it down the inside of Dick's thigh until she reaches his taint and then lower, pushing inside his asshole without hesitation.
And then she pauses and laughs, eyes crinkling with genuine mirth at what she's discovered. Dick pants wetly, but he is so far past the ability to be embarrassed, instead forcing himself to hold still and be patient, wait and maybe he'll be rewarded—
"It seems Richard and Bruce had some fun earlier," Talia says in response to Selina's raised, questioning eyebrow. "The boy is already nice and slick inside."
Selina smirks, patting Dick's cheek. Talia continues to stroke at the walls of Dick's ass, apparently enjoying the fact that Dick is already wet with lube, loose from the vigorous finger-fucking Bruce gave him earlier—bent over his lap in the car on the way to the restaurant, Dick whimpering out pleas as Bruce rammed four fingers in and out of him relentlessly, not stopping until Dick came on the floor and then releasing him like nothing happened.
Talia removes her finger, wiping it off on Dick's thigh carelessly before reaching for something else she brought back to the bed with her. And Dick moans when he realizes it's a strap on, that she really is about to fuck him. That Talia al Ghul is about to fuck him.
It's fascinating to watch her put on the strap with practiced motions. It's a double-sided one, with a dildo that goes inside of her as well as one that sticks out like a cock. Made so that every thrust of Talia inside of him will fuck the other dildo inside of her as well.
"You want me, boy?" Talia drawls, idly stroking the object the way she would a real cock, making Dick's own throb. "You want Mommy to fuck you?"
"Yes, please," Dick groans. "M-Mommy please fuck me, please I want your strap, please, please, please."
"So sweet," Selina coos. "Could just eat him up, couldn't you?"
"I'm considering it," Talia purrs, making Dick shiver.
She moves forward, one hand settling on Dick's thigh and the other guiding the strap to his waiting hole. When she begins pressing inside, she does it with unrelenting pressure, forcing the large dildo inside of him inch by inch. Dick gasps as it splits him open, delicious and perfect and he's helpless against the soft whines that escape him, hips flexing minutely upward to try to press her deeper.
Talia, once she gets started, fucks a lot like Bruce does. Powerful and all-consuming, rough but still precise, and somehow managing to look perfectly in control despite it all, while Dick absolutely falls to pieces.
Pleasure shoots up Dick's spine again and again, heat pooling in his gut as Talia fucks him relentlessly, just as amazing as he always imagined. And then everything only gets even better when Selina swings a leg over his chest and moves up to kneel over his head.
She smiles at him, meeting Dick's dazed gaze with a well of hunger, and Dick can do nothing in response but whimper up at her, eyes drifting to her pussy poised so close to his face, the wet opening that Dick aches to be able to touch, to be allowed to touch.
"Ask, baby," Selina says, one hand sliding through his hair.
"Mommy, please," Dick groans. "Please, let me—let me make you feel good, Mommy, please. Use me, Mommy, use me—"
Selina groans and doesn't hesitate to lower herself, knees spreading as she grinds her pussy down on Dick's waiting mouth.
He can't help but moan as he gets to taste her for the first time, sucking on the lips of her pussy to get the juices that have begun to drip down with her arousal. Then he laps his tongue at clit, along her folds, eager and ready if not especially skilled. He's never done this before, only ever been with Bruce, but he's hoping his eagerness will make up for the lack of experience.
He licks hesitantly inside of her, pushing his tongue deeper when that earns him a murmured approval. He tries to think about what makes him feel good whenever Bruce gives him a rimjob, and tries to imitate those motions here, figuring the concept isn't too different.
Dick's body and mind are a mess of pleasure as Talia fucks him and Selina grinds down on his face, both of them using him however they like, Dick just a good boy here to serve them.
When Selina comes, Dick gives a full-bodied shudder, moaning loudly as her release drips into his mouth. He licks it all up, spearing his tongue into her pussy to milk her through her orgasm, not stopping until Selina lifts herself from his face. She rolls over to collapse on her back at Dick's side, and there's a satisfied smile on her face. It makes Dick grin back at her before the expression breaks as he moans again, a thrust from Talia's strap ramming against his prostate.
His entire body shakes as she fucks him the way she wants, and despite the fact that he's not doing anything he can't help but bask in the noises that come out of Talia, the way she's getting herself off by fucking his ass. A good little toy for her to use.
With a quick few thrusts and then a rough grind of her hips against his, Talia comes, a faint whimper escaping her as her hips roll, the orgasm washing over her.
Dick's body is screaming for more, desperate for everything that's been happening to continue, and he can't quite hold back the whimper that escapes him as he shakes, still extremely hard and desperate to be touched.
Selina smirks. Talia lifts her head, looking at him with hooded eyes that make Dick's throat bob.
"Do you want us to get you off?" Talia asks, flicking her long hair over her shoulder. Her chest is heaving as she breathes heavily from the exertion of fucking him—and herself—with the strap, and it makes her breasts bounce, captivating Dick with images of getting his hands on them, his mouth, his absolutely anything.
Talia arches a brow, both unimpressed and amused, when she notices what he's looking at. She pulls the strap out of him in one quick motion, and then removes it from herself with more care before dropping it to the bed. Hips swaying, she climbs up the bed, briefly hovering over Dick before rolling gracefully onto her back, propped against the pillows.
"Get him upright, would you, Selina dear?" Talia asks, and Selina smiles as she agrees, grabbing Dick to leverage him into a seated position. It makes his ass throb and cock bounce, and he pants heavily as Selina pushes him forward, keeping him from face-planting as she maneuvers him to straddle Talia's waist and then does the same, pressed up against Dick's back, hands on his hips.
Talia smiles up at him, slightly condescending but no less arousing, no less beautiful. Her hand trails over the swell of her breasts, eyes on Dick's face as his own lock on that moving hand, the lovely tits beneath it.
"Would you like to fuck my breasts, Richard?" Talia asks, like she's inquiring about the weather.
Dick wheezes out a breath as a possibility he hadn't even considered is suddenly being made available. He nods vigorously.
"Ah, ah," Talia chastises. "Use your words. What do you say?"
"Please," Dick breathes. "Please let me fuck your breasts, Mommy. Please let me put my cock between your tits. Please, Mommy, please."
Talia smiles indulgently, and her hand slips away from the patterns it was drawing over her skin, hands instead moving to hold her breasts and hold them open with an expectant look on her face.
Selina moves Dick forward, and then coats his cock with lube before he's close enough to be able to press his cock between Talia's waiting tits.
Once his cock is in place, Talia presses her breasts closed around him, and Dick gasps, head tossing. His hips rock experimentally forward, and then move faster when how damn good that feels hit him. He moans as he fucks Talia's tits, the woman's gaze burning into him as she looks up at him with a perfectly composed expression, like she doesn't currently have his cock jamming between her breasts. Still in command, and Dick still falling apart.
Selina slides a few fingers into Dick's ass, and he whines as she starts fucking them roughly in and out, pressing forward every time Dick draws backwards, thrusting them as deep as they can go and making Dick fuck between Talia's tits and Selina's waiting hand.
It's enough to snap the last of Dick's control, and he comes with a long moan, vision exploding with white as he slumps against Selina's chest, trembling and twitching as one of the most powerful orgasms he's ever had sweeps him away.
Two pairs of hands pet his skin, two voices cooing out sweet words, and Dick basks in it, sure of one thing and one thing only: Best. Christmas. Gift. Ever.