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“You're in heat,” Kei whispers, nose grazing the column of Nico's neck. His breath is warm, sticky against Nico's sensitive skin. Nico sighs, tilting his head to the side a fraction, allowing Kei a little more space to touch.
“I know,” he replies, soft. He's known for a beat longer than the rest of them, of course, since they're not driven by scent. But it's not something he can, or wants to, hide. Especially when four of them are live together and he has to resist rubbing himself all over all of them. He lets Fuma scratch his belly and goes so lax in Kei's hug it's like he's fully melted when he's freed from it.
It had to be obvious to all the Lunés watching them, but there's nothing he could do about that. Nicholas could have skipped the live, but honestly, he was craving the attention.
He's still craving the attention. His eyes flutter shut as Kei's lips drag down the length of his neck to his shoulder, feather-light.
“Want me to call Euijoo?” Kei asks, his hand slipping into the gap between Nico's elbow and his side. He plays his fingers over Nico's stomach, digging them into the muscles a tiny bit.
“No,” Nicholas whines. Not that he'd mind Euijoo being here, of course not, but this whole pack thing works because they're all here for each other, no matter the subgender, or the different dynamics they all navigate. “I'll find him later. You should take care of me.”
His lips lift in a knowing little smirk as he speaks. He's being a brat and he knows it, but now is the best time to get away with it. Right now, he wants all of them to take care of him. One after the other, in all sorts of debauched scenarios his mind can conjure as it's fuelled by hormones and need.
Kei chuckles, his hand pressing tighter over Nico's stomach, and Nico shifts, arching his back, slotting his ass right against Kei's crotch.
“Why didn't you say you're in heat earlier? We could have skipped the live,” Kei asks, carding the fingers of his free hand through Nicholas’ hair. It's so good it makes him tip his head back onto Kei's shoulder, a deep purr rumbling up his chest.
“I wanted to be looked at,” he replies with not a single ounce of shame. He doesn't need to have any. Kei hums, hand slipping under Nico's shirt.
“Do you still want that? There's someone that loves to watch, you know.”
Despite being seated on Kei's lap, in the privacy of the nest room in their dorm where Kei came to find him earlier, despite the intent touches and the demands he's already made to be taken care of, Nicholas flushes at the question. It's anticipation and excitement at the mere idea, and he blinks hazy eyes at the side of Kei's face, rolling his hips a little in a bid to get the hand on his stomach to slide further down.
“Yeah, still want that. Call him.”
It's not that Fuma doesn't like to participate. As one of their alphas, he actually loves to indulge the omegas. But he's not made a secret of the fact that he loves to sit and watch his pack have sex. And right now, Nico wants nothing more than to feel Fuma's heated gaze on him. Just like earlier, but so, so much more when he gets to direct two omegas together.
Kei doesn't call, but instead shoots a quick text, his phone by their side, illuminating his face. Nicholas can't help the way he reaches out, lips pressing against Kei's cheek, tasting the heat of his skin. His tongue darts out, licking a stripe up towards Kei's temple, feeling the way Kei smiles against his teeth when he bites down, playful. Kei's hand slides down, past the waistband of Nico's sweatpants. He keeps his touch light but it's already too much for Nico, who is overheated and growing dizzyingly horny as his heat hits in earnest.
The door clicks open, a stripe of light hitting both Nicholas and Kei before it's obscured by a body, and then the door clicks shut once more. Another breath added to the mix, off-rhythm in how calm it is compared to Nico's panting. He's shifted to his knees, to be able to roll his hips into Kei's hand better, beg without words to be fucked or to fuck something. But Kei, infuriatingly, is keeping his fingers pressed around the base of Nico's cock, barely any pressure or friction, but enough of a presence that it's a delicious torture.
Fuma chuckles, features amused in the semi-darkness. “You started without me?”
Kei exhales softly, his nose still pressed to Nicholas’ cheek. “He's burning up already. He's been so worked up.”
Fuma hums, crossing the distance to run a hand through Kei's hair, the other brushing right underneath Nico's jaw. “And you've never been able to tell him no,” he replies, thumb pulling at Nico's bottom lip. His eyes focus on Nico, who darts his tongue out to lick at Fuma's finger, body taut with hormones and arousal. “You wanna show off for me, gorgeous?”
Nico closes his lips around Fuma's thumb, sucking it into his mouth as he looks into Fuma's eyes, nodding. The heat is making Nico pliant, needy, all too willing to do whatever Fuma or Kei want to do to him. The idea of Fuma looking at them sends sparks down Nico's nerves, and he nips at his thumb, shivering when Kei's fingers wrap around the base of Nico's dick.
“Fuck,” he mumbles in English, swaying forward and burying his face between Fuma's tits. He inhales deep there, where there's a faint scent of sweat and musk, and brings his hands to Fuma's sides, pushing up at his chest to smother himself in it, not wanting to breathe anything but Fuma. He ignores the way both Fuma and Kei laugh at him, arching his back to pop his ass out for Kei.
He doesn't care if he looks wanton and desperate, arousal coating his insides as he fills his lungs with Fuma's smell, deodorant and body wash and clean sweat.
“So much for just watching,” Kei says, his tone amused. Fuma laughs again.
“You’re still the one in charge,” he replies. His hands remain stubbornly at his side, gripping a pillow, despite how much Nicholas wants it to be holding on to his hair instead. He whines against Fuma’s chest, knees slipping open further on the sheets and hips pushing back more insistently. He’s growing tired of nothing happening, the heat taking over his rational thoughts.
Kei takes pity on him, thank fuck. His hands clutch at Nicholas’ shorts, and with one swift move, there’s cool air all over Nicholas’ overheated skin as his clothes are pulled off of him. He hears fabric rip and twitches, a new flush of arousal rushing through him at Kei’s display of strength leaving him in tattered clothes, just because he can’t wait to get Nicholas naked. Nicholas grabs onto Fuma’s arms, shifting just enough so that he can bury his nose into Fuma’s armpit, seeking deeper smells. He’s dizzy, sinking into the way his body feels heavy, how he’s leaking slick profusely, trailing down the back of his thighs all for Kei to collect on the pads of his fingers.
He hears the way Kei sucks at his own fingers, the pleased hum he lets out, and it does nothing but make him gush more slick, back arching further as he presents himself for Kei, uncaring of how desperate he looks. “Please,” he begs with a whine, pressed to Fuma’s skin, growing damp with Nicholas’ panting breaths.
“Demanding little creature,” Kei murmurs, but he’s also putting his hand on the back of Nicholas’ back, pressing down a little and forcing him to spread his knees even wider, like he wants Nicholas doing the splits for him. Which he would do. Gladly.
“You’ve not seen yourself when you’re in heat, babe,” Fuma replies in an amused tone, and Kei lets out a gruff noise in answer. But he’s still moving, so Nicholas doesn’t care, wiggling closer as Kei hovers above him from behind.
Nicholas feels all encompassed, caged in between the two, held tight and unyielding. It’s like being wrapped in a heated, weighted blanket, making his mind go blank. He feels safe in ways omegas don’t often get to, and he knows it’s entirely due to Kei and Fuma providing him with the space to be as whiny and needy as he pleases, letting him beg and make demands he knows will be fulfilled, because they care, because this is what the group does for one another. They take care of each other.
Kei takes care of Nicholas right now, not bothering with prep before he starts pushing into Nicholas, knowing full well that his body will suck him in the greediest of ways because of his heat, and also that Nicholas likes standing on the fence between pleasure and pain, being stretched around a cock like it’ll split him in two. He lets out a choked out noise when Kei bottoms out, bearing down on Nicholas, hands holding on to his hips like two vices and keeping them pressed down. The position has Nicholas stretched out in a way that also hurts a little, and he relishes it, relishes how it makes him feel alive to be held down like this.
Fuma is still not touching Nicholas, at least not voluntarily; Nicholas has his face pressed against Fuma’s shoulder, sweating into his t-shirt and moaning against the crook of his neck, but otherwise Fuma is keeping his hands at his sides, clenching tight in a show of self-restraint that’s both hot and incredibly infuriating considering how much Nicholas wants to be manhandled. But Fuma is nothing if not strong-willed and resilient, even when Nicholas’ own hands scrabble at his jeans, at his shirt. He pushes it up, if only to press his palms to the strong planes of Fuma’s abs as he bites into his shoulder when Kei starts to move, hips rolling like he’s performing.
Sex is its own form of performance, Nicholas would wager. Kei is putting on a show–not for Nicholas, but for Fuma. Nicholas is reaping the rewards, though, all too able to imagine just exactly how Kei looks with his hips undulating and sweat shining on his neck, dampening the collar of his shirt. He’s seen it on stage, he’s seen it in bed, when their roles were reversed. Kei fucking is a glorious thing to witness, switching between sharp movements and liquid ones, overwhelming because he knows the people he has sex with so damn well. Right now, there’s nothing playful about the way his hands snake around Nicholas’ waist to pull him back onto Kei’s cock, Nicholas’ muscles screaming at him in the most sensational way. There’s nothing cute about the noises, skin slapping against skin, the squelch of Nicholas’ hole as he sucks Kei back in with every thrust, head lolling against Fuma’s arm now.
All the while, he’s felt Fuma’s eyes on them, drinking them in. It makes him want to preen, to purr, to show off for his beautiful alpha, but he’s unable to do any of that, considering Nicholas needs Fuma’s body to hold himself up with, leaning against him with his whole weight as he takes what he’s given.
But this is exactly what he wanted, to be used and abused through his heat, unable to form a single thought, let alone a coherent sentence. Kei hits his prostrate dead on with his next thrust, making Nicholas full on scream, shocking him into straightening up a little, slurping back drool he’d let form a wet spot against Fuma’s shirt, right at his armpit. Nicholas shakes, unable to control his muscles or his sounds, completely overwhelmed by the pleasure rushing through him and the way Kei fucks him, merciless and so fucking good Nicholas feels like he could come a thousand times over.
Fuma surprises him by grabbing him by the back of the neck, tucking Nicholas’ face into the curve of his neck.
“You’re okay, baby,” Fuma whispers, even though his voice is strained. “You can take it, can’t you?”
Nicholas whines, nodding against Fuma’s sweaty skin. He can take it, he can totally take it, he’s so good at taking it, he wants to take it for hours, for days, please, please please please.
Kei chuckles, which makes Nicholas wonder if he’s actually spoken out loud–entirely possible. “You like that, huh, Nico?” he asks, slowing down his thrusts like he’s trying to torture Nicholas. Or maybe he just wants him to last longer.
Contrary to popular belief and what the movies would make you think, omegas in heat don’t just stay hard at all times. They have incredibly increased libido and their metabolism runs faster than usual, making their refractory period shorter, but it’s not like Nicholas could come four times in a row on Kei’s cock right now, no matter how much he’d like to. Euijoo and Fuma are also adamant that they have to take care of their bodies, even during the height of their cycles, and not giving himself time to rest in between rounds would go entirely against that.
Nicholas sucks his breath between his teeth, nodding weakly. “Love it, hyung,” he replies as best he can just as his hands reach down for Fuma’s crotch. He’s done letting him not take part and just watch, especially because Nicholas can feel how bothered he is, skin flushed and damp with sweat, his light scent slightly spiking. Nicholas wastes no time opening Fuma’s jeans, diving a hand in, perversely satisfied when he feels Fuma hard and leaking, the base of his cock throbbing, like he wants nothing more than to get inside Nicholas to knot him.
Which makes Nicholas drool a little more for how much he wants it too, but he also doesn’t want Kei to pull out, and Euijoo would kill him if he asked for the two of them at the same time when Fuma is this close from popping a knot, because that’s a tear waiting to happen.
What he can do, at least, is get his mouth on Fuma. Trembling like a baby deer, Nicholas pushes himself back on Kei’s cock just to distract him for a second as he pushes Fuma back a fraction, just enough to lean in and immediately wrap his lips around Fuma’s cock, his mind going all fuzzy and staticky with pleasure at being filled from both ends.
“Don’t knot his mouth,” Nicholas hears Kei warn Fuma over his head. He’s moving again in slow and deep thrusts that make stars burst behind Nicholas’ eyelids. He moans around Fuma’s cock, which makes Fuma moan in turn, a beautiful noise that is quickly swallowed up by kissing sounds. Kei and Fuma are making out above Nicholas, and despite the fact that he can’t see it, knowing that he’s the bridge connecting them, that it’s his heat that has driven them to this, that they’re too turned on and needy to not touch each other–it’s the headiest feeling for Nicholas. Almost as good as having them both in his ass at once.
Suddenly, Kei picks up his pace. Above them, both he and Fuma shift a little, and Kei redoubles his efforts in making Nicholas lose the one brain cell he has left, which he achieves easily by driving his hips into Nicholas’ smoothly, still going deep but harder now. Nicholas’ arms give up on him, and he has to pull off Fuma’s cock, collapsing next to it, thankfully close enough that he can still kiss and lick at the base of his cock. He’s not going to pop a knot without anything to expand into, but that doesn’t mean Nicholas isn’t going to make Fuma wish for his hole.
Nicholas shivers at yet another perfectly aimed thrust, his prostate deliciously tender with the ongoing assault. Kei is just so good at this, which should be surprising because he’s an omega himself, but really isn’t all that surprising when you know him at all. A perfectionist in every way, shape and form, it makes sense he’d have perfected the way he fucks, too.
Nicholas wonders if he does it differently with each of them. They all have different needs and preferences, after all; Jo is gentler. Euijoo wants to recede control. Yuma wants all the control. With Nicholas, Kei’s not too sweet, gets a little rough sometimes and doesn’t hesitate to put Nicholas right where he wants him, because he knows that’s exactly what Nicholas wants. Nicholas wants his senses entirely overwhelmed, wants his brain wiped clean, wants to be so thoroughly fucked he can’t think or walk for the next three days.
And that’s what Kei gives him, right now. Because it’s only a few more thrusts before Nicholas’ body gives, coming hard across the sheets as he bites into Fuma’s thigh, hard enough that he can feel the skin tearing, can taste copper on his teeth. It makes Fuma shout, and then he’s coming too, one hand squeezed around his cock. Nicholas feels cum hit his ear, his hair, the back of his neck. He’s filthy in all the best ways, sweaty and covered in cum and spit and slick and bruises, and he wants to roll over, show his belly, press himself into any and all wet spots until his skin is forever marked with the rest of them.
He arches hard into it when he feels Kei thrust into him one more time before he pulls out, coming all over Nicholas’ back, painting his skin in haphazard streaks, as Nicholas grins, a purr in the back of his throat at being so well-used. So well-loved.
He mouths at the teeth-shaped wound he’s left on Fuma’s thigh with tiny kitten licks as the three of them come down from their high slowly, their breathing syncing up. Kei sways forward until Fuma catches him with one arm, bringing him closer, the space between them shrinking. Kei sinks a hand into Nicholas’ hair, and his purring grows louder; moments like these are the only times where Nicholas doesn’t mind his hair being touched this much. It’s a safety thing; a comfort thing.
“Feeling better?” Kei asks, and Nicholas hums. Fuma rubs circles over his shoulder, just keeping the three of them in this hazy, dreamlike state.
“For now.”
“We’ll get you settled in your nest and let the others know in a bit, okay?”
Nicholas hums tilting his face up towards Fuma, smiling. “You guys are the best.”