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It wasn’t like the Rogues had an actual rule that said ‘never fuck a speedster’, Len was always a bit too horny for that, he’d make a beeline for Jesse Quick if she was ever around, even when she’d still been married. That being said, he somehow didn’t think that the others would be quite as okay about it in this case.
Eobard Thawne had fought with the Rogues almost as much as Gorilla Grodd had, and screwed them over to boot. James absolutely should not be letting him into his bed, not least because of the chance that Thawne would decide to kill him while he slept.
He could even imagine the Rogues’ responses if they saw this: Mick would sound concerned, with a soft “Come on James, you have to find better men, we don’t want you to get hurt” being cut off by Mark’s “I will kidnap you! I’ll kidnap you and chain you up in my basement!” which would inevitably result in an all-out brawl.
James laughed to himself at the image of Len returning to a hideout that was on fire, if it hadn’t already been destroyed by the winds from Weather Wizard’s wand, with a look of horror on his face. Len would probably be on Team Kidnapping, though. If he knew.
The fingers that were opening him up suddenly stilled, and cold blue eyes locked on his. Thawne actually leaned over his body just to make his displeasure known.
“Am I boring you?” He asked, and James was suddenly all too aware of the fact that he had hands that could kill him in a second inside his body.
“Just- just ticklish. Don’t worry about it... haha...”
Thawne’s eyes narrowed. “I can’t believe that Barry likes this...” he muttered to himself, notably not removing his fingers from James’ ass.
“Who’s Barry? Ah!” He forgot all about his question the second those fingers hit his prostate. “Can you make them vibrate again?”
“Demanding...” But still, he acquiesced. James squirmed on the bed as the pads of his fingers buzzed against his prostate. “I understand why he likes this a little more.”
“Likes what?” James asked, mostly focused on the sparks of pleasure his prostate was sending up his spine.
There was a pause, and then the fingers were suddenly pulled out of him. James let out a whine at the loss.
“I suddenly remembered you can make those kinds of faces without talking.”
James didn’t even have the time to ask what that was supposed to mean before a large cock, framed by red hair, appeared before his eyes. Oh, so that was what that meant. He supposed that made sense. Every guy he’d ever been with had wanted to shut him up at some point.
Before he could even open his mouth to speak, the cock smacked against his cheek.
“Open up.”
God, speedsters were so fucking impatient. Maybe that was why Lenny had banned fucking them... sayyyyyyyy, come to think of it... There was no chance that...
The cock slapped his face again.
“Fine...” James muttered, opening his mouth obediently. He’d never been obedient about anything in his life, and Len definitely would have some choice words about this being the one time he chose to be obedient if he ever found out about this, but he didn’t like the stormy look on Thawne’s face.
The head of the speedster’s cock pushed past his lips before he’d even gotten the word out, his jaw starting to ache as it was forced apart to accommodate it. Not for the first time, James wondered if people were just bigger in the future, but there was no way to test his theory.
Abra Kadabra looked way too much like his dad for one thing.
“Mmmph!” He managed, trying to communicate that the other man should be a little more gentle, although the way his tongue traced the base of the length as it pushed further and further inside might have garbled the message some. Hey, it wasn’t his fault that the presence of a cock made some part of him eager to be used.
It seemed like Thawne didn’t care what he had to say in either case, though, his expression remaining unchanged even as his hips pushed forward, and then his cock hit the back of James’ throat.
Tears formed in the corners of the blond’s eyes, and a thumb brushed his cheek momentarily. Thawne’s gaze seemed almost hungry as he drank in James’ expression, and then the man was fucking his throat.
He was fast, not as fast as a speedster could be, obviously, because that would kill James instantly, but fast enough to make his throat burn.
Fast enough that James wasn’t even able to take even a single breath through his nose. He couldn’t help himself. He gagged around the length buried in his throat... choked on it, really, the pain was intense, and his body would do anything to dislodge the foreign object.
In that moment, he heard Thawne let out a dark laugh.
God, he was such a fucking sadist.
James’ nails dug into the man’s thighs, dragging down and leaving small red lines in the skin; small bubbles of blood formed in a few. He cursed himself for not crossdressing today, even though he barely ever did that. Trixie would have been able to do some real damage.
Fingers tugged his hair hard, as if punishing him for being a brat, and the cock thrusting down his throat only increased in speed. Just as the corners of his eyes were starting to darken, cum erupted down his gullet.
James struggled to swallow it all down, even after the man’s cock was removed; his gag reflex still tried to make him throw it back up. Thawne watched him with interest the entire time.
“Well, Barry certainly won’t ever be able to see that one...” he murmured, wiping away a tear with his tongue, “almost a shame, since it’s the prettiest one.”
James moved to bite him. He was fucking insane, and the Trickster was starting to suspect that whoever he was obsessed with didn’t actually exist.
God, no wonder Flash killed this dickhead.
A moment later, he froze. Sayyyyyyyyy... there wasn’t any way that...
“Get on your belly, we’re not done yet.”
Ah, fuck, James supposed that was going to have to wait until later. They weren’t done seeing how much torment his body could take yet.