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Bruce Wayne was never the type to ask for help. He preferred to keep his grievances close to his chest.
They caused fewer problems that way.
Unfortunately, his children made it their life's mission to get him to open up and talk to them about his feelings.
Sometimes it was grating.
They noticed that, too, and devised a system.
Systems were better. They made more sense than sudden "tell me your feelings" talks. Even if said system was… unorthodox.
"Okay, Brucie," Dick's voice lilted from below him. His arms were wrapped around Bruce's shoulders, pressed chest to chest. "I know you had a bad day today." His voice was sweet, sincere.
Dick always had the uncanny ability to make Bruce relax and open up.
"But you don't have to talk about it," Dick continued, pressing a kiss to Bruce's temple. "How about we invite Daddy, and he helps take your mind off things?"
That's how Bruce ended up here, sandwiched between Jason and Dick. Mama was behind him, prepping his tight pucker with a copious amount of lube and gentle, lithe fingers. Daddy was in front of him, stroking his cock to full hardness. Bruce couldn't help but lay his cheek on Jason's thigh as he watched the man work.
Jason grew up to be such an impressively large boy. Bruce was so lucky to have a daddy like him.
"Hey, buddy," Jason muttered, his voice gleeful in that rough Jersey accent. He tapped his cock against Bruce's cheek, smearing precum onto his face.
Bruce knew what that meant.
He lifted his head, taking the tip into his mouth. His eyelids fluttered, hollowing his cheeks for that nice suction that people loved.
In his wild, young Brucie days, he was well known for great blowjobs. It was common knowledge that the Wayne boy could pleasure a man.
And now, his sons-turned-caregivers reaped the benefits. Jason grunted above him, pressing a firm palm to the back of his head.
Bruce hummed from below him- it was meant to be a warning, but the Batman was much less intimidating with cock filling his mouth.
Not to mention how he wasn't anything right now except little Brucie.
"Yeah, yeah," Jason's entertained voice filled the bedroom. "Suck it good, Bruce."
Bruce's head sank lower, tongue lapping over the underside of Jason's cock. The man groaned, and Bruce took that as a sign to suck harder. Jason's hips were twitching, and Bruce couldn't tell if it was voluntary.
The noises Daddy was making were definitely good.
Something blunt was prodding at his hole, and he whined. Dick smacked his hand into the plug, forcing it into Bruce's ass.
The contact made him groan and lose rhythm. The plug was pressed into his prostate, and he could feel his cock leaking against the sheets.
Bruce heard shuffling, but he wasn't sure where Mama was heading off to. He felt a kiss against his temple and guessed Dick was leaving for now.
Apparently, Jason wasn't pleased with the distraction. He pushed Bruce's head down, holding firm until the man gagged.
Jason was grinning down at him, taking in his surely pink face and runny nose. "Enjoy that?"
His hand was pressing down again.
"I sure did."
Bruce tried his best not to choke, but his gag reflex was triggered by the sheer surprise. Cock expanded his throat, stretching the soft tissue wide around the intrusion.
Jason didn't let him up on the second gag. Bruce was worried he might vomit. Whimpering and trying to pull away was ineffective.
His palm tapped Jason's thigh, feeling nausea coiling in his gut—
Until he was yanked up by his hair.
Bruce was surely a mess by now. His lips felt swollen, tears pricking his eyes. He sniffled, watching Jason's face soften.
"Hey, bubba," Jason soothed, smoothing a palm over Bruce's hair. "You're alright. C'mere."
Jason guided Bruce into his lap. He bounced the boy against his knees for a moment, until Bruce's breathing evened out.
"Did ya hate that? Sorry," He said with a smile, petting down Bruce's back. "You look gorgeous choking on me, is all."
A kiss was pressed to the side of his nose. "Don't snitch on me to Ma, alright? Daddy won't do it again."
A firm palm patted his hip. "Okay, turn around. Lemme see that ass."
Bruce climbed over Jason's lap, settling his knees against either side of Jason's hips. He heard the man's appreciative groan, and it made him flush.
"Don't be embarrassed," Jason half-teased, fingers reaching down to grip the base of the plug. He worked it in and out, and Bruce could tell he was relishing in making him squirm and moan.
With one final tug, the plug came out. Bruce suddenly felt empty. He knew the feeling wouldn't last long when he heard a cap pop behind him.
Jason's palm grasped his hip, guiding him down. "Don't forget to push, B."
Right. His boys didn't like to force their way in. It had gotten to the point where if Bruce was clenching, he wasn't going to be fucked. Bruce pressed his palms flat to the bed, bearing down. It relaxed the internal spchinter, softening him up to take a thick cock.
"Yeah, babe," Jason groaned, pulling Bruce's hips down flush against his cock. "Stretch out that pussy…"
Bruce let out a startled moan at the sudden intrusion. So much for not forcing themselves in.
Jason's palms were warm and grounding, guiding him to bounce shallowly.
It was a new position for them. Bruce didn't love the view of Daddy's flexing toes as much as he would've loved seeing his face.
Bruce's hips lifted a little too high, and Jason slipped out.
"Oops," The man muttered behind him, sliding back in. "That's okay," He assured, aware of how sensitive little Bruce was to mistakes.
But then he slipped out two more times. Bruce could feel his frustration building, and it manifested itself as a sob. "Daddy-"
Jason was up in an instant. "Hey, shh, shh, habibi, what's wrong?" After the League of Assassins, Jason picked up all sorts of Arabic. He might be fluent, but only the Al Ghuls would know. His thick Jersey accent made it jarring at first, but it eventually became a welcome oddity.
Jason maneuvered Bruce to curl up against his chest, stroking down his scarred back. "Qalbi, don't cry," He soothed, pressing a kiss to the top of Bruce's head.
Bruce was grateful that Jason was letting him calm down before they talked about it. He pressed his cheek into Jason's chest, squeezing his eyes shut to avoid seeing the autopsy scars that haunted him.
"What's wrong?" Jason asked gently. He scratched gently at Bruce's back, a grounding motion.
It took Bruce a moment to gather his thoughts. Sometimes, even with the consistent love and reassurance, moments like this felt… silly. Unbecoming for the Wayne heir, for Batman.
But he knew his boys weren't judging him. This was their idea, really. "I don't like that one," He settled on finally.
"Okay," Jason was already easing Bruce onto his back. "We'll do somethin' different."
Jason's hands slid under Bruce's knees. He tried to thrust his way in, but it his cock wasn't catching.
"Tsk," He sighed through his nose. "Stay. Push."
Bruce didn't need to be commanded twice. He kept his knees up, bearing down again as Jason used a hand to guide his cock in.
"Fuck yeah, there it is," Jason groaned, pushing his hips flush to Bruce's. He pushed Bruce's legs down a little further, just slightly too far. He knew the boy was flexible. Knew he could take it.
Bruce made a weak noise as Jason started rabbiting into him. This was much better, he thought hazily, though he lost his train of thought because of all the abuse his guts were enduring.
"Feels great, babe," Jason muttered into Bruce's skin. "So good."
The mindless praise Jason spewed would never get old. Bruce knew he meant it, even if it were a little cliche.
"Hey, c'mon," Jason said suddenly, patting Bruce's cheek. "Tell Daddy how good you feel, huh?"
Tell Daddy?
Bruce's face briefly pinched with the thought of making coherent sentences. He made a few slurred noises, head lolling. Jason didn't seem to mind that he wasn't using actual words.
"F-eels-" Bruce managed, shuddering as Jason angled his hips to hit his prostate dead on. "Daddy," He choked out. He could feel the warmth building in his core, spreading outwards from his body. His tummy felt hot, and his toes tingled. "Mmmh, daddy, daddy, good, feels good," He babbled.
Bruce could feel Jason's hips stuttering. Being vocal must have been enjoyable for Daddy. Maybe he would do it more often, if he could be fucked like this again.
The boy tried to speak again, but he couldn't get much out. His thighs trembled, and his pelvis felt overwhelmingly hot. He was able to make a high, whiny keen, and he felt his own cum spill onto his belly as Daddy stroked his cock.
The warmth and pleasure didn't subside as Jason kept pounding. Bruce was weak, dizzy. He was almost about to beg Daddy to stop, or slow down, when he heard Jason groan.
Jason smashed their hips together, stock-still as he emptied his balls into the boy. Bruce could feel Jason's cock twitching, pumping hot cum deep into his hole.
Jason released Bruce's legs, collapsing on top of him. Bruce squirmed a bit as Jason pressed loud kisses against his face.
"Feelin' better?" Jason asked against Bruce's skin. He smiled when Bruce nodded.
"Good," Jason sat up, pushing Bruce's spine up. "Don't make a mess." He muttered, fumbling for the fallen plug. It slid easily into Bruce's sore hole.
Jason gave Bruce a few more kisses, helping the boy wipe himself clean and pull his pajamas back on. "We'll shower you in the morning, yeah?"
That sounded nice. Bruce was getting pretty sleepy right now. He could feel Daddy's palm smoothing down his hair.
"Hey, silly, don't fall asleep yet." Jason spoke softly. "We've still gotta get ice cream."
Ice cream! Bruce sat up, his eyes wide with excitement.
"But you can't tell Mama, kay? He doesn't like you having sweets before bed." Jason said, ruffling Bruce's hair.
Well, maybe Bruce could stay up for a bit more Daddy-Son time.