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"Free pizza is life."
Damien tucked the watch back into his pocket. He leaned in close, his voice dropping to a murmur just above Garfield's ear. "And when I say it in the field, Garfield, you'll remember who you are, not her follower. Not her pawn. Ours. Understand?"
Beast Boy stirred, eyes still closed, but his head bobbed. "Ours…"
Damien leaned back, expression unreadable. "Good."
The memory of Beast Boy becoming a plant in Raven's inner circle stitched itself closed; the present slipped back into focus.
Damien sat in the dining chair in the Central City suite. He was not smiling. He was not scowling. Not only that, but he was watching. Beast Boy's kiss had left Terra flushed and soft, and Garfield himself stood looser than usual, in fact, he hovered above ground in a way Damien didn't like and could not ignore.
It was clear as day that he had been given powers.
"Dude, define 'well,' because—" Garfield was halfway to a joke, but the excitement hit him first.
"Am I well? I'm better than before. Stronger than ever." He turned, scooped Terra into his arms like it was second nature, and kissed her.
Terra pressed her cheek to Garfield's shoulder and tried to stop smiling. She failed. The smile came in waves, then in little bursts. The surprise kiss had left her glowing—eyes bright, pupils wide, pulse high in the soft hollow at her throat. She didn't pull away from him. She fit herself there like a magnet finds home. Garfield looked at her lovingly and—because he was who he was—kissed her again, softer this time. Terra's knees relaxed. She sighed into him, a small, involuntary sound that warmed the air.
She made a sound—a low, surprised hum—and the sound changed the room. The air grew heavy. Her cheeks flushed pink; her lashes fluttered closed; her belly tightened, then loosened. When Garfield's thumb slid just under the hem of her shirt at her waist, she trembled. He didn't push it. He stayed respectful, stayed romantic, but he let the kiss say everything, I want you. I missed you. I am here. The kinds of things people exhibit when you know they are in love.
"Ugh, come on, guys, you're making me sick. I'd say get a room but…" Damien started, tired of witnessing their lovey-dovey attitude, but he soon calmed down as the couple blushed and separated for decorum in the room. Garfield released Terra reluctantly, which pleased her. She was a defenseless, blushing blonde undone in the softest ways. Her lips were fuller, damp. Her breath came light and quick. She slid onto the edge of the sofa, tucking one leg underneath her and draping the other so that the line of her thigh caught the light.
"Hey, don't stop on my account. I was never here." Damien said sarcastically with an annoyed expression while the couple chuckled nervously.
Beast Boy turned his head back toward Damien, his eyes sparkling with boyish delight at something he hadn't expected to hear. The sarcasm in Damien's voice had slipped over his head, and Garfield only heard permission. He looked from the brooding young Wayne to Terra—her cheeks pink, her body stiff, trying and failing to calm the quick rise and fall of her chest.
She knew what was about to happen. And she didn't want to protest.
"BB…" she whispered, voice small, though her thighs pressed together under the blanket. The warmth gathering inside her betrayed her tone. She should have stopped him—but she had already been primed long before this moment.
Garfield crossed the short distance to the bed in two eager steps.
'Of course. Sarcasm and Garfield don't mix. What the hell was I thinking?' Damien smacked his forehead with the heel of his hand.
It was too late. Beast Boy dove onto the mattress, mouth pressing hungrily against Terra's lips.
The kiss started clumsy, needy—Garfield practically attacking her with lips and tongue—but Terra melted almost instantly. Her hands pushed at his chest for a second before curling into his shirt, dragging him down against her.
Their mouths moved with a heat that made the air in the suite turn heavy. Beast Boy's tongue slipped between her lips, tasting her, stroking slow and then fast, claiming her mouth as his own.
Terra whimpered softly into him, and the sound only made him more aggressive. He kissed harder, teeth brushing her lower lip, sucking it before releasing with a wet pop.
His hands roamed everywhere—down her sides, across her hips, gripping her thighs possessively. Her legs shifted, opening instinctively, letting him slide closer until the hard bulge in his shorts pressed directly against the heat between her legs.
She moaned. Loudly.
Garfield broke the kiss only to trail his mouth down her jaw, licking the sensitive spot under her ear. "God, Terra… you're so fucking hot," he groaned against her skin.
She gasped, clutching at him, nails dragging faint red lines across his back. Her body arched to meet him, her breasts pressing against his chest.
Their tongues met again, twisting, wet and shameless. Spit strung between them each time they broke for air, only to slam back together with messy hunger.
Terra's hips moved without thought, grinding against him, her shorts already damp. She could feel the thick outline of his cock through his clothes, hot and twitching as he rubbed against her with every shift of his hips.
Her breath broke into short pants. "BB…" she moaned against his mouth.
He pulled back just enough to look into her half-lidded eyes. Both were flushed, their lips swollen, strands of saliva glistening between them.
And still, he kissed her again. Deep, wet, desperate. The room filled with the obscene sounds of sucking mouths, ragged breaths, and the creak of the bed beneath them.
It was raw, messy passion, and neither of them cared that Damien Wayne was still in the room.
"WAIT A FUCKING MINUTE NOW!!!" Damien's voice cut through the heat like a whip. His face was flushed, jaw tight.
"I MEANT THAT SARCASTICALLY, YOU FLIPPING IDIOT!"
He didn't want to admit it, but even he felt the pull of that scene—two bodies tangled together in pure lust. He shook his head violently. 'No. No. I am not getting cucked by Garfield fucking Logan. But then again, it isn't cucking, especially when I don't have feelings for Terra… soooo…'
Beast Boy and Terra finally broke apart, both panting, spit bridging their lips. Terra's arms were still wrapped around his shoulders, her chest heaving against him. She didn't let go.
Instead, she dragged him closer again, flipping him onto his back with surprising force.
Damien froze as Terra straddled Garfield right there on the bed. She pulled at his shorts with hungry fingers, tugging until his cock sprang free—thick, green, and already throbbing with arousal. Her eyes widened at the sight, but her hunger only sharpened.
With her other hand, she shoved her own shorts down, baring herself without shame. Wetness glistened at her folds, proof of how primed she had been.
Damien's mouth actually fell open.
'This isn't happening. This cannot be happening.'
Ohhh… But it was.
She positioned herself slowly, teasingly, the fat head of Garfield's cock brushing against her soaked entrance. She bit her lip, savoring the moment.
Garfield groaned beneath her, hands gripping her hips. "Terra… oh fuck, please…"
Damien swallowed hard, his throat dry. His cock twitched painfully inside his slacks. Without meaning to, his hand brushed over it, pressing against the fabric.
Terra looked over her shoulder at him, her hair wild, her eyes blazing with lust. She raised her middle finger and gave him a teasing smile before sinking down, slowly, onto Garfield's length.
He entered her inch by inch, stretching her, filling her, until she gasped and shuddered around him.
"God, yes…" she moaned, throwing her head back as she took him to the base.
Damien gritted his teeth, but his hand was already stroking himself through his pants. His discipline wavered.
Next chapter, Chapter 125: Stuck Between Woman and Beast💦🍆🍑👄.
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