Robin is almost 100 per cent sure they know exactlywhat they're doing to him.
But then, he's also pretty sure they're a little too involved to think of anything outside of their current activity.
He should know, having been on the receiving end of both their ministrations. Sometimes (often) simultaneously, no less. Normally, he's still able to outlast the pair of them, but they spent so much time on him tonight (tongues and fingers everywhere, exploring and teasing) that he's content to bask in the afterglow. Even watching them, there's not a pang of jealousy to be found.
But that probably has more to do with the way he's growing hard again, just by watching them.
He idly wonders, his hand already drifting south, if either of them feel the same way when they spectate.
Perhaps. But, taking in the way Wally's length is moving at an inhuman pace—in and out of Artemis, her hips moving to meet every thrust even as she crashes lips with the speedster—
Well, as he takes his hand into is mouth to stifle a groan (because Wally's hand has just gone to Artemis' breast and that moan), he rather doubts it.
His noise, however, does not go unnoticed by Artemis, who's dark-with-lust gray eyes meet his. She smirks at his position—one hand on his erect length, the other in his mouth. He catches a wink, and then he knows she's done something (gripped his ass, found that sensitive spot on his back or ground her hips), because all of a sudden Wally is climaxing and climaxing hard. Artemis does something that looks like a sigh and comes right after Wally.
Which leaves Robin in a position in need of relief, his hand now moving up in down in earnest.
Artemis—bless her recovery time—doesn't waste a moment.
"Nice to know you get off on watching, Robin," she murmurs as she crawls over him, taking his fingers (how long has he been sucking them like that?) from his mouth and putting her lips on his.
He groans with a sense of relief, taking her face in both of his hands as he meets her tongue halfway. Every inch of her is pressed against him, and he really can't help the little upward thrusts his hips are making, and Artemis isn't helping with the way her hips keep moving into his. When he pulls away, he's breathless and smiling. "I don't think you two realize…" he shakes his head, panting.
When her hand grazes his length and he practically twitches underneath her, she laughs. "I think I have an idea."
AN: Told you I'd write more of these three.