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You're peeking into the bag, catching a glimpse of a toasted sandwich, the scent of it warming your senses before you exhale heavily, slumping back in your seat, plush lips pressed into a thin line and you're looking between the two of them.

Barry, attentive with those big blue eyes focused on you, a dimpled smile on his face, and canines peeking when the grin widens the longer you look at him. Hal still eating your sandwich, sauce on the corners of his mouth, entirely unattractive and you can imagine that dead eyed, leafy stare locked on you from behind his mask.

"It gets gay when it turns into gay sex, instead of threesome sex." You hum. "Like... When the girl becomes a cuck, it's gay."

This isn't a question you wanna answer on a Monday. When the Sun's warming your skin in a way that feels personal, the sky's a pretty shade of blue outside the floor to ceiling windows of the Hall of Justice canteen, and the smell of Summer's in the air.

"So," Hal sets down your sandwich, and he clicks his tongue like he's trying to wedge something that's mostly chewed out from behind his teeth, "I saved you a piece. You wanna have a threesome?"

Your eyes flicker towards the piece.

It's a corner. A dry ass corner with nothing but the ambiance of flavour.

The sound of Hal sucking his teeth, his jowls working and the sound of his open-mouthed chewing.... It's... Repulsive. It's something that makes your nipples invert and your vagina take a hiatus.

"Finding a girl to participate, so that the two of you can have sex, is gay." You respond. "It's actually way more gay than if you were to straight up have sex with each other. Because now you're looking for a token girl."

The silence is thick in the air. Birds chirping outside the windows, a breeze rustling the flag outside the building and you can watch the way the cogs turn as they mull over your words.

"So... Is that a no?" Barry questions, reaching up one hand to tug his cowl back, messy blonde hair falling across his forehead, just a bit damp from sweat, peering down at you from beneath long, dark blonde eyelashes.

Sunlight forms a halo on those golden strands, hair framing his face in that way that makes him look younger than he is, boyish features so stupidly attentive.

You suck air through your teeth in a wince. "I really don't wanna have sex with Hal."

Hal's expression falls. Jaw going slack, and he's peeling off his domino mask in a way that's so... Messy and hastily done that it actually makes you sweat a little behind your knees.

He'd be good looking if he wasn't such a shitstain.

"Wow." His brows raise. Full, dark, with a prominent arch and an appearance that they're always freshly done, long lashes flutter when he blinks, casting shadows on his sunwarmed skin. "Because I'm Jewish?"

"No, because your name's Harold." You deadpan. "It's unmoanable. Bartholomew," you motion towards Barry, "is sexy. It's like... A priest that you've driven to temptation. Harold," you click your tongue, "Harold bitches about things. Which, you do."

Hal's arms cross over his broad chest, snow coloured gloves tap against biceps that bulge and curve beneath the obsidian of his skin tight suit, broad shoulders remain squared and he's nodding slowly.

Like he's thinking something when you know he's just buying time and stalling so that he can come up with a good enough comeback.

"So what?" He scoffs. "You two are gonna cut me out of my own idea?"

"If I have to." Barry confesses, and Hal nearly gets whiplash from the way his head snaps, betrayal in those emerald coloured eyes, lips parted and plump bottom lip curled with shock.

Before the speedster defends, "It'd be gay if I didn't wanna have sex with her, because you couldn't be there. It's a straight man's job to look out for numero uno. You said so yourself."

"I'm numero uno." Hal deadpans. "I meant you should always look out for me, otherwise you're gay."

"It's kinda gay to want another man to look out for you." You're reaching into the sandwich bag, manicured fingers wrapping around the bread and you take a bite, shoulders going slack as you chew, lashes fluttering shut.

"Oh my God, this is amazing. Where'd you get this?"

Barry grins, his smile bright like he just opened a new toothpaste tube. "I know a place. Real... ‘Farm to table’ vibe."

"So, what's it gonna be?" Hal chimes in.

You chew slow.

Your eyes flickering between the two of them. Barry with that boyishly crooked grin, awkward in that way that you've always liked, blonde hair in messy, wind-swept tufts like he's never really gotten the hang of handling his hair because his mind's always going a million miles a minute.

Hal, with that... God, you can't even think of a nice thing to say about him. He votes? You guess?

"I'll think about it."

"Is that my lunch?" Clark's voice has your head snapping towards him, his cape fluttering, the brilliant blue of his suit standing out against the opulent walls and your brows raise.

"Huh, no— Barry—"

Barry's gone. Hal's gone. Barry's chair's still spinning and Hal's left a comical green puff of dust in his trail and you swallow hard, guilt gnawing at your heartstrings because now you're noticing that cute little 'S' on the paper. Your lips purse.

"I'm sorry." Your nose scrunches apologetically and Clark's expression softens.

"Ma said it's always good to feed the needy." He exhales. "This is my good deed for the morning."

"I'm not 'the needy'!" You defend. "I didn't know it was your lunch when I took the first bite."

"The dyslexic, then." He shrugs those broad shoulders, golden 'S' on his chest shifting beneath the fabric and you're a little distracted because Clark Kent has more muscles than you can count and well... You'd love to be in the middle of whatever him and Bruce have going on.

Their tension is palpable and you know it's giving puppy top and black cat bottom and—

"Do I need to report you to HR again?" J'onn's voice tears you away from the fantasy and you're shaking your head, eyes lowered and lips pursed. Fuck, you can't think dirty thoughts about your bosses when there's a mind-reader on the team.

"You shouldn't think inappropriate thoughts in the workplace at all." J'onn adds, eyes narrowed with disappointment.

"Yes sir." You exhale, defeated. "I'll control my thoughts."

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"See how glad you are that I'm here?" Hal's voice is soft, low against the sound of raindrops pattering against your windowpane, his lips soft against the softness of your inner thigh.

One of your legs are rested on one of his broad shoulders, the other's tossed over Barry's lap, kept in place by one of those calloused hands, fingertips tracing patterns along the flesh, his mouth moving against the curve of your neck, tongue gliding along the thin skin of your pulse.

"Shhhhh," you shush Hal, "if you don't talk, I can pretend you're someone I like."

Barry smiles against the curve of your throat, a huff of laughter escaping him as his hand starts snaking up the warmth of your femur, all the way up to the curve between your thighs, and you shift your hips more comfortably. Your heart pounds against your ribs when his fingers are tracing over the swell of your folds through the soaked fabric of your panties.

"You're so wet, baby..." His voice is soft, almost chiding when he's hooking his digits into the side of your gusset, tugging it aside and you hear the way Hal lets out the filthiest hum and okay, maybe you're starting to see the appeal.

When he's bringing up one of those perfect hands, dextrous fingers carding and pushing his silky hair back, veins raised on the backs of his hands, and he's hiking your thigh higher up onto Barry's lap. The limb being pinned by the latter's hand once again and your soul fucking leaves your body when his nose brushes against your folds, the sound of his inhale sends a thrill up your spine and you're inhaling sharply.

A bracing breath that serves no purpose when his tongue drags between your sloppy folds, from your dripping hole all the way up to your clit, and your hand shoots down, tangling in the hair at his crown.

"Wow..." Your voice is breathless, eyes half-lidded by the sensations that seem to be making you forget that Hal chewed your sandwich open-mouthed, and that his very existence is a fucking ick.

"Oh, how the tables have—" His face collides with your cunt in a huff of a breath, and your eyes widen, the pressure and warmth on the back of your palm is undeniable, Barry's hand resting atop yours and you're peering up at him through long lashes, his expression so painfully warm.

Blue eyes half-lidded, cheeks warm with a flush and his lips just a bit kiss-swollen.

"He was talking too much."

And you nod your head, just a little bit slow to thinking because holy fuck, this is like.... Some shit grabbed off X.

Barry's lips press against yours and he's so... Gentle. Methodical in the way his lips move against yours, the way his head tilts to deepen the kiss, his hand leaving yours to rest on the side of your neck, thumb tracing along the curve of your jaw. Absentminded and slow.

Your nails scrape against Hal's scalp when he's laving his tongue over your cunt, sloppy in the right way, saliva and slickness dripping down onto your sofa and you'll steamclean it later because holy fuck.

Are you attracted to Hal?

Breaking the kiss to watch the way his lashes flutter, eyes shut when he's making out with your pussy, that wet muscle dragging over your clit in those curvy patterns that seem to come to him a little too easy.

Your fingers card through his hair, your lashes fluttering when Barry's tongue moves along the cartilage of your ear, warm and lazy.

"Do you taste good everywhere?" His voice is breathy, lips parted to let out those warm breaths that make your cunt throb because the way he's looking at you right now?

Ouhhh, timeskip to the sex.

"She does." Hal hums, and the vibration has your thigh trembling on his shoulder, your hand fists in those chestnut strands. Emerald eyes flicker towards yours, half-lidded and intense, and he pulls back, hands moving to cradle the fat of your ass before he's jerking you towards the edge of the sofa.

Your head's tipping back, a broken moan slipping from your mouth when he's sucking slippery nymphae between his plush lips, tongue flicking against your clit, tracing gentle circling around the sensitive bundle of nerves, fingertips sinking into the fleshy mounds of your rear.

"Pussy's perfect." He groans, pressing sloppy kisses against your puffy pussy. "I could eat it for hours."

Barry's grasping the curve of your chin, guiding your face back to his and he's deepening the kiss, your lips parting against his and you feel the way your body melts when his tongue slides against yours. Saliva being swapped between the two of you, and your hand's clumsy fumbling with his zipper, the sound of the teeth separating is drowned out by the sloppy sounds of Hal eating your pussy like it's his last meal.

And Barry groans when your fingers trace over him through his boxers, precum soaking through the stretched fabric and he's shifting his hips, hooking a thumb into the front of his waistband before tugging them down.

And shit, he's exactly as pretty as you thought he'd be.

Flushed a pretty pink at the tip, precum beading and trailing down, soaking that dark, golden tuft at his pelvis.

"Oh, God..." Barry's cheeks burn even rosier when your hand's wrapping around his base, thighs parting even further, denim tightening around the muscle and he gasps shakily.

"Fuck—"

Your palm slides along his length, veins pulsing against your skin and you get to watch his head tip back, eyes going hazy, pupils dilating and those vibrant, crystalline blue irises stretched thin. His teeth sink into that plump, kiss swollen bottom lip when you get that twist in your wrist, thumb swiping along the ridge at his tip and beads of precum trace over your knuckles.

The flickering embers behind your navel's burning like hellfire. Strong, your cunt tingling and you can't sit still because Hal's sucking your clit into his mouth, tongue flicking at those leisurely strokes that have your toes curling.

"Fuck, just like that..." Your voice cracks, fingers tightening in his hair while your other hand's preoccupied with Barry, feeling the warmth of him beneath your skin, his face tucked into the curve of your neck.

Pressing sloppy kisses against your skin.

And it's too much.

Your pussy clenches around nothing when you come, sparks flying behind your eyelids, your back arching and your hips bucking against Hal's mouth, that slurping sound filling your ears alongside the sound of your blood rushing.

It's overstimulating.

Your mewl being muffled when Barry kisses you, swallowing down each of your sounds and he coos against your mouth.

"Just like that..." He sighs. "You look so pretty when you come."

And your body twitches with the last few flutters of your walls, Hal's pulling back with glossy lips and your slick on his chin before he's wiping at his chin.

Hair tousled, falling effortlessly over those full eyebrows, his cheeks warmed and his chest still heaving.

And he's drinking in the sight of you, cock twitching in his jeans, undeniably soaking through his boxers, watching the way your thighs tremble with the aftermath, your chest heaving, nipples perked and pressing against the worn fabric of your sleep shirt.

Strong hands move towards his belt, leather snapping and the buckle clicking.

"You gonna return the favour, princess?"

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Hal's back rests against your puffed up pillows, one arm stretched along the length of your headboard, eyes half-lidded when he watches your pillowy, kiss-swollen lips swallow him.

"That's it," He exhales heavily, "that's it... Go slow, baby."

Barry's knees dimple the mattress on either side of yours, cock buried in your cunt, warm palms stretched across the curves of your hips, and his head's tipped forward, jaw slack and face overtaken by a blush that starts at the tips of his ears and goes all the way down his neck.

That vibrant green plug in your ass stands out like a sore thumb, saliva glossy between your cheeks, and you're clenching rhythmically because it feels so good.

"Fuck, she's so tight..." His voice cracks, "Oh my god, push back."

Barry's lashes flutter when your ass pushes back against his hips, like you're trying to take him even deeper when he's already grazing the plug of your cervix with those gentle thrusts. Fingertips sink into the fat of your hips and his eyes flicker towards Hal's face.

"How does it feel?" Barry's voice is soft, eyes barely open and his heart's hammering like he did a few lines off a public bathroom sink.

"Perfect." Hal murmurs, dimple deepening when he lets out a lopsided grin, emerald hues flickering to meet Barry's gaze. "I like her more when she's got her mouth full."

Barry soaks in the sight of his best friend. The warmth that overtakes his features when you suck him into your mouth, your tongue tracing patterns over his tip that has Hal's lips falling in a soft groan. The shadows his lashes cast over his high cheekbones, forest-y irises stretched thin, his Adam's apple bobbing beneath the skin of his throat.

And the speedster leans in.

Anticipation thick, the scent of sex and the quiet slaps of his hips against your ass filling the air and his lips ghost over Hal's.

But the kiss deepens.

Instantly.

Hal's forced into your throat, moaning into Barry's mouth, their tongues sliding against one another's, full lips locking and your eyes widen, before you're pulling back.

Hal's cock leaves your mouth with a wet 'pop!', your face shocked and cheeks still warm, lips tingling from suction and the way Barry's hips begin to thrust sharper, rotund tip colliding with your cervix, precum smearing across the plug of your womb and you're letting out those panted moans.

Eyes threatening to flutter shut but you don't wanna miss the way they pull apart, saliva stringing between the two of them and catching the light.

And their eyes fall find you immediately.

Barry's pulling you up, Hal's moving closer and his lips press against yours. A messy, hard kiss that steals the breath from your lungs, his tongue pushes into your mouth with less tact than usual, one hand sliding between your thighs.

And his fingers find your clit, sliding along the sensitive nub, middle digit sliding between your folds and your breaths turn shakier, your lashes fluttering, and your cunt sucking Barry in deeper. And his groans grow messy against the curve of your shoulder, hands sliding up your front, pawing messily at your tits. Calloused thumbs swiping over your pebbled nipples.

"You're so perfect, baby." Barry whines. "So pretty."

His hips buck up into yours, blunt tip leaking precum when he's dragging the ridge of his cock against that rough patch of nerves, while you moan into Hal's mouth, his tongue dragging against yours when he sucks your wet muscle into his mouth.

And Hal breaks the kiss.

"Now I mean it when I say I can smell the dick on your breath." He murmurs, nose brushing against yours when his hands curve around your waist, pulling you closer and you mourn the loss of warmth when Barry's cock slips out of you.

"Never thought it'd be my dick." He adds.

Hal's shifting just enough, his hands guiding you until your knees are pressing into the mattress on either side of him, and he's notching his tip at your hole, sloppy with your saliva when he guides you to sink down onto him. Your thighs tremble because he's just a bit thicker than Barry, veins dragging against oversensitive walls and Hal's head dips, plush lips wrapping around one of your nipples when he begins to fuck up into you.

Your hand grabs at your headboard, nails digging into it and your free hand moves to cradle the nape of his neck, fingers tangling into the hair.

But it all becomes too much when Barry's pulling the plug out of your ass, and he's spitting down the cleft of your ass before he's pressing his flushed, leaking tip against the furled ring of your asshole. Slowly guiding himself into you.

"You can take it..." He croons, lips pressing sloppy kisses against the hollow beneath your ear. "...you can take anything we give you."

And it's... Overwhelming.

The stretch is more than the butt plug that's disintegrated to a vibrant, emerald glitter, and Barry's pushing into you, so fucking slowly, pushing the breath out of your parted lips and his hand snakes around your waist. Disappearing between your thighs.

Fingers vibrating against your clit with a speed that would give you a burn if he was anywhere else, and your body buckles when you're thrown into an orgasm no one saw coming. Legs shaking, your body held up by their joint efforts and Hal pulls away with a wet pop.

"Ooh, you're so slutty, getting fucked like this." He taunts, lips pressing sloppily against yours before he's kissing your throat, sucking marks into the skin when his lips trace lower and he's taking another nipple into his mouth.

"Oh my god," you whine, "shut up. You're lucky to be involved in this at all."

Hal's ring glimmers with light, a vibrant cloud floating above his head, reading the words 'fuck you' in flashing letters. His tongue curls around the bud, overstimulating you even further when Barry's pushing into your ass, his carved hips flush against the pillowy softness of your cheeks.

"You..—ah—... feel too good..." Barry whimpers, his face pressed into the nape of your neck for a moment of reprieve before he pulls back just a bit. "I'm g'na come soon..."

His hips are soft. Cock sliding against your supple insides, one hand cradling one of your soft cheeks and pulling it further apart, just so he can watch the way he disappears into that tight, unexplored ring, spitting down the crease and watching the way bubbly spit spreads around where he has you split.

Hal fucks into you from beneath, his abs flexing with each movement of his hips, dogtags warm against his chest between swollen pecs and he groans against your chest.

Pulling back just enough to watch the way Barry's hand curls around your jaw, pulling your face towards his to kiss you messily, his tongue sliding against yours, his golden strands falling across his forehead. Brows knitting at the tightness of your ass and Hal leans up.

Barely giving you a break before he's kissing you, swiping his tongue across your bottom lip, before breaking the contact, and his lips meet Barry's instead. Wet muscles tangling, taste buds becoming far too familiar with the flavour of the other and your eyes are hazy.

You can feel them twitch against one another.

You can feel the way the thrusts turn rapid, your ass burning with the speed of Barry's thrusts and you're watching, cunt fluttering as their brows knit, expression screwing up and they groan when they're tossed, head first into their orgasm.

Creamy ribbons being fucked into you, cum painting your insides and the warmth is flooding your senses, your ears ringing and your legs shaking, and you're watching the way they break the kiss, both angling their faces towards yours. But Hal's bringing up his hand, pushing at Barry's face before pulling you down, his mouth meeting yours.

Barry's tucking his face into the curve of your neck, his lungs shaky and burning, his stuttering before they still and you're so... Warm.

The silence is deafening when you break the kiss with Hal, your tongue swiping across your bottom lip and your eyes flicker between the two of them. The tension still strong in the room, the air stinking of sex and depravity and fuck, your cunt's still throbbing.

"That was hella gay."