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Ray Palmer x

Taking Ray Palmer down was an art. An incredibly simple art, like fingerpainting or postmodern filmmaking.

Starting the job was easy; just a matter of finding him on the Waverider. Conveniently, this morning, he was still curled up on his bed reading. Len pushed the door open and Ray lifted his head, smiling.

"Hi," he said. "Just wake up?"

Len nodded, crossing the room and sitting on the bed. Ray made a soft little surprised noise and Len reached up, hushing him and threading his fingers through his hair.

"Ssh," Len soothed him, one hand going to his stomach, rubbing the soft skin just beneath his belly, "ssh, ssh. You okay?"

Ray opened his mouth, tilting his head back. His neck was exposed, pink and wet, already marked. Len snorted. "Jesus. It's ten in the morning. Who's already sat on your dick?"

"Sara and Kendra," Ray said, his face flushing. Len grinned, reaching down to press his lips against Ray's neck, biting atop the marks on his skin and sucking them, making sure they'd go from a cute pink print to a mottled bruise.

"That so, baby girl? Tell me about it," Len said, unbuttoning his pants. Ray squirmed, looking away. Len made a quiet hushing noise, inching his pants down. "It's okay, it's okay. You know you're not in trouble, right?"

Ray paused, blinked, nodded. Len put his hand on Ray's briefs and squeezed. Still damp. "You know I want to hear all about it, right? I want you to tell me how good you were. You were so, so good for your girls, weren't you?"

Ray panted, nodded, inching back on the bed so he could sit up, letting Len sit comfortably on his thighs, his hand pulling Ray's briefs down and lifting up his cock. Len whistled. "Beautiful. Fucking beautiful, look at it. You're still wet from them, baby girl."

Ray shook his head. Len took his free hand and grabbed Ray's chin, tilting it up. "Hey. I meant it. Look at it, princess. Tell me what you see."

Ray broke Len's grip and looked down, his eyes watering and his face pink, his shoulders shaking. "Um. That—that's me."

"Yeah, that's you, beautiful," Len said, kissing the corner of his mouth. "Still wet from getting fucked."

His fingers moved down, brushing the soft strip of skin just under his balls. "You wet back here, baby girl? Did Kendra put it in you? She likes to plug you first, right? So fucking selfless, prepping you for everybody else."

Ray opened his mouth with a shudder, and unable to speak, nodded. Len reached further down, grabbed the plug pressed against Ray's hole, and twisted, hard. He yelped, covering his mouth before Len batted his hand away.

"You were so good for her, weren't you? We both know you were. Such a good, sweet boy. You're so accommodating, princess." Len made a little amused noise in the back of his throat. "You'd have to be with so many people shoving things in your ass."

Ray swallowed. "I—I, I slept in bed with her last night."

"You did? Good girl," Len soothed him, pulling and twisting on the plug. "You kept her warm, didn't you?"

"I did," Ray agreed, his jaw relaxing as he leaned back. "And when I woke up, she—she—"

"Ssh, ssh, don't get shy," Len said. "Door's open, princess. Now's not the time to be modest."

Ray glanced over at the open door, his face bright pink. Len snorted. "Baby girl, we're not doing anything in here anyone else on this ship hasn't seen before. Tell me what you did this morning."

"I—I," Ray parted his lips, licked them. "I woke up first, so I woke her up like she asked, so—so she could tell me what to do. And she asked me to lay back and let her—um—"