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Anakin is irresistible like this, quivering with want, kiss-swollen lips parted and panting as he reaches out for Rex. His other hand is buried in Fives’ hair, pressing the other man to his chest, forcing him to lave attention on the Omega’s nipples, not that Fives needs any more encouragement.
“Hush, Omega,” Rex soothes, and delicious whimpers curl out of Anakin, his hand dropping to tangle with the fabric in the nest, “We’ll take good care of you.”
On Anakin’s other side Jesse hungrily mouths his way down the flat planes of the Omega’s stomach, and Rex scoots upward to give the other man space between their General’s legs.
“Jesse?” Anakin gasps, a breathy, uncharacteristic sound from the normally headstrong Jedi. “Shhh, General, you’ll enjoy this.” The man says, pressing a kiss on Anakin’s inner thigh, which quickly turns into a bite.
Anakin turns his eyes onto Rex, metallic hand searching for Rex, his gaze unfocused and moist from desperate need. Fives releases Anakin’s nipple and moves to the other one. The one he’s been focused on is now dark and swollen, bite marks surrounding it. Between Anakin’s strong thighs, Jesse is still leisurely nibbling at the Omega’s inner thighs, hiking his quivering legs over his own shoulders to get a better angle.
Another whine escapes from Anakin, and Rex leans down to kiss his Omega thoroughly, gripping Anakin’s hand. Anakin’s movements are sluggish and hazy from his heat, but he presses himself close to Rex, lets Rex plunder his mouth and steal his breath.
“Fuck, that was hot.” Fives remarks cheekily as they part, having moved down the nest to kneel next to Jesse. Rex rolls his eyes. “Stop teasing the General.” He says, and Fives gives him a mock salute and leans down to whisper into Jesse’s ears.
A sharp whine rips out of Anakin’s throat when Jesse finally moves his mouth to the Omega’s entrance, lapping at the slick that’s spilling over and soaking into the nest, the ripe scent filling the air in the small room. “Jesse!” Anakin moans loudly, his strong thighs tensing on the man’s shoulders, and his back arches as Jesse’s mouths at him hungrily, tongue sweeping inside him and drinking up his slick. He’s panting and shaking in the soft nest his troopers have made for him, and he wants so much more.
“Patience, General.” Fives breathes out, his gaze transfixed at where Jesse has buried his face between Anakin’s legs, eating the General out like it’s his last meal. Anakin is writhing in the nest, bronze skin glistening delectably with sweat, moaning unabashedly. There’s a heady feeling thick in the air, far more potent than any Omega Fives had ever met before.
When Jesse parts Fives practically shoves him out of the way, eager to have a taste of the General himself. Strong hands grip at Anakin’s legs, pressing them apart, putting the Omega on display. Anakin’s moans have given way to a soft, intermittent whine, as Rex plants soft, tender kisses on his lips. “They’re fighting over you, Anakin,” He tells the Omega softly, “You’re so precious to all of us.”
The whine he gets is soft and beautiful, and Rex trails his kisses down Anakin’s neck and along the bite mark on his scent gland, echoed on Rex’s own. Anakin moans desperately at that, crossing his legs across Fives’ back and pushing the Beta closer as his hands once again push at Fives’ head. His cock is weeping desperately, erect and swollen despite not having been touched, precum pooling on his stomach.
“Please,” Anakin begs again, the blue in his eyes almost drowned out with arousal. But then he remembers something and turns to the final person in the room, who’s sitting cross-legged by the door, back stiff and rigid but the tent in his blacks betray him.
“Why is Kix all the way over there?” Anakin asks Rex, letting go of Fives’ hair to reach for the medic. “Because he’s a self-sacrificing idiot.” Rex snorts, petting Anakin’s hair to soothe him. Anakin whines in distress, torn between pushing himself into Rex’s grip or into Fives’ wicked tongue. He seems to lose track of his thoughts as his moans heighten, prompting Fives to grip Anakin’s thighs tighter and flick his tongue faster, deeper. A slight touch from Jesse’s fingers on the tip of his cock is enough to send the Omega over the edge, and his first orgasm is ripped out of him with a keening wail, shaking against the nest.
Both Fives and Jesse are panting heavily when they crawl back up the nest, initiating Anakin in a threeway kiss, coaxing the Omega to clean the taste of his own slick off their faces. Anakin is boneless and pliant to their demands, his cock already erect again.
Then Anakin seems to pick up his train of thought again, and pushes at Jesse and Fives feebly. The two lean back obediently, and Anakin turns to Rex again, tears glistening in his eyes, already begging. “I need- I need-”
“What do you need, Omega?” Rex soothes, still trailing his fingers in Anakin’s hair comfortingly. His own cock is pressing uncomfortably against his blacks, but Anakin’s desires are his first priority. Anakin is his General, his Jedi, his Omega, and if he has to share Anakin with his brothers to burn through this heat as soon as possible, as long as Anakin is happy and pleasured, Rex will comply with his every desire. That’s his duty, as Anakin’s mate and first-in-command. Besides, there’s no one else he trusts more than his brothers, and the reverence in their gaze as they take care of Anakin pleases Rex immensely.
He is positively divine like this, surrounded by his men, golden hair spilling across the nest like a halo, bare and already wrecked from the attention his troopers have showered him with. Red marks decorate the stretch of his body, limbs already boneless and akimbo. It’s a heady feeling, being allowed to take care of their Jedi like this. Anakin is a force on the battlefield, a staunch protector and leader, always loud, always moving. His ferocity is heightened as his heat approaches, an ingrained and effective defense mechanism of all Omegas to fend off unwanted attention. But it’s with Rex and his brothers that Anakin chooses to be vulnerable with, chooses to trust, and it’s an absolutely intoxicating gift.
Anakin’s licks his lips, and Rex can’t help but kiss him again, this time harsher, biting at the Omega’s lower lip gently. Anakin is completely flushed, red dashed across his cheeks and ears and down his neck, and the long lines of his body move graciously in the nest as he kneels up on the nest, hands seeking for the support of Rex’s broad shoulders. “I want to be filled, my mate,” He breathes out, “I want Kix’s cock inside me.”
Slick runs down Anakin’s thighs as his hole clenches around empty air, the quiet sound of it salacious and absolutely filthy. One hand around the Omega’s waist, supporting him, Rex caresses the swell of Anakin’s ass and dips two fingers into the hot, inviting entrance between his legs. His fingers curl into the wet heat, burning with arousal as Anakin whines pitifully, tight entrance clenching down around Rex’s fingers as he presses himself to the line of Rex’s body, hands wandering feverishly over his mate’s body and tugging at his pants. “I want-” Anakin pants out as Rex fucks him with his fingers leisurely, “I want all of your cocks- Inside me- I want- fill me up- I want- I want them now!”
The last word bursts out in pure indignation, and Rex almost loses his control then, the urge to press his Omega onto the nest and sink his cock into that warm, inviting heat, fuck Anakin until the Omega can’t speak, can’t move, can only lie there and welcome Rex’s cock and Rex’s seed, filling him up and making his belly swell. He wants to bend Anakin in two and own his Omega thoroughly, breed him, protect him, keep him in his nest and filled with his pups.
“Kix!” He growls out, a bit too abruptly, and the medic’s head snaps up. “Come on, Kix,” Fives beckons, “You heard the General.”
“Someone needs to keep a clear mind through this.” Kix snaps, “I’ve told you this is a risky way of burning through heat. As a medi- medical prof- profess-”
“I can take it,” Anakin cuts an increasingly flustered Kix off, fully plastered onto Rex’s side, hands curled at the hem of Rex’s pants, “I need- I need your cock, right now.” His grip burns against Rex’s hip, and the Omega is straddling Rex’s thigh, grinding down into Rex’s fingers, slick drenching Rex’s hand and his pants.
“Get down on all fours for me, Anakin.” Rex instructs, and the Omega lets him go reluctantly, stretching out on the nest like a tooka before getting into position, lying down and presenting in one fluid motion.
Someone swallows audibly. Rex catches the small smirk on Anakin’s face - with one orgasm, his mind would have cleared slightly from the fog of heat, and the Omega knows exactly how he looks when he presents. Kix is frozen where he sits, pupils blown wide at the sight of Anakin’s perfect entrance glistening with slick and saliva, the fluid running down the Jedi’s strong thighs as Anakin casts a glance backward with hooded eyes. He is an image of absolute sin and a sense of possessiveness flashes through Rex.
He threads fingers through Anakin’s soft hair, and then yanks his mate’s head back. Anakin keens at that pitifully, his lips dropping open as he slackens in Rex’s grip. “I changed my mind.” Rex says, voice rough with arousal, “I’m going to fuck you first, and you can use your pretty mouth on Kix until he changes his mind.” He lifts his head to meet Fives and Jesse’s dismayed gazes. “Meanwhile, Fives and Jesse can learn the meaning of patience.”
He lets go of Anakin’s hair, lets his head drop back onto the nest, and then swats him on his ass lightly to push him towards Kix. Anakin sends him an affronted look but obeys, hips swaying softly as he crawls towards an immobile Kix.
The man’s arousal is clear, a wet patch on the front of his blacks. Flustered is a good look on Kix, who’s always so unflappable and strict, and Anakin is a force of nature in bed just as he is on the battlefield, irresistible and bold.
Rex just leans back, enjoying the view of Anakin mouthing at Kix’s erection through the thin fabric of his blacks, blue eyes looking up teasingly at the man. Next to Rex, Fives has pushed his pants down to pull at his own cock, already hard and weeping. Anakin pulls the elastic of Kix’s pants and underwear back with his teeth, and Kix’s cock springs out greedily, betraying his arousal.
“Ge- General,” Kix stutters out when Anakin rubs his cheek against Kix’s erection, like a tooka luxuriating against a favourite toy, “Be- be rational-”
“I am,” Anakin smirks at him, finger gathering the trail of precum left on his cheeks, “My mouth is feeling awfully empty and there’s a cock in front of me. I’m going to think rationally and put it in my mouth.”
Whatever Kix is going to say in response to that, it’s swallowed by a strangled gasp as Anakin begins to lap at the tip of his cock, coy kittenish licks that barely scratches the itch but promises so much more.
He'll let Anakin mouth off for a bit more - already he can sense the Omega being pulled back into the lull of heat, slick trickling down his thighs, cock between his legs already swelling once more. Rex crawls forward, places a hand on Anakin's waist, tracing the defined lines of his muscles, drawing a low whimper from the other man. "Stop teasing." He orders, enticing another soft moan out of Anakin as he presses against Rex's touch, hair falling over his eyes as he obediently opens his mouth and sinks down on Kix's cock.
A guttural moan is ripped out from Kix's throat, his eyes fixed on Anakin's slowly bobbing head, sensuous and languid. Anakin looks the prettiest with a cock in his mouth, all doe-eyed and melting like putty as soon as his clever tongue is put to better use. Rex likes to lie back after a long day of paperwork and training, his General on his knees, relishing attention on his cock, eyes hazy. Anakin likes going slow when left to his own devices, savouring every moment. But Rex likes tugging Anakin by his curls, forcing his cock down the Omega's throat until Anakin is gagging on it, eyes tearing up but still trying his best to take whatever Rex gives him.
Rex takes the time to remove his clothes, throwing them near the door. Precum beads at the tip of his cock, aching with angry arousal. "You look so beautiful like this," He tells Anakin, pressing against the Omega's dripping entrance, "You're doing so good, you're taking all of us so well. We're going to take such good care of you."
Rex isn't force-sensitive but he can tell the exact moment Anakin melts at that, abruptly sinking down the entirety of Kix's cock desperately. The medic shouts, embarrassingly loud, but Fives and Jesse can only stare with envy as Anakin fucks his throat with Kix's cock, wanton, needy, and Kix can only sit there, a hand locked on his own thigh, another covering his mouth in a futile attempt to muffle his groans.
"Good boy." Rex praises, petting Anakin's hair gently and thrusts into the Omega's slick channel. Anakin's wail is muffled by the heavy cock in his mouth, courtesy of Rex shoving Anakin's face down on Kix's lap the same time he fucks his cock into the man, bottoming out in one swift movement. Tight, velvet heat wraps around his erection greedily, and he lets go of Anakin's hair to grip his Omega's hips, getting the leverage to fuck into him with a steady pace. Slick gushes out with every thrust, drenching both of their thighs, the sound of their hips slapping against one another salacious and all too loud.
"Fuck his mouth, Kix," Rex, breathes out, reaching below Anakin's stomach to grasp his weeping cock, "He can take it."
He hears a sob from Anakin, broad shoulders quivering as Kix hesitantly threads his steady hands through Anakin's curls, giving in to his base impulses and starts thrusting into the warmth of the Omega's mouth. All of Kix's self-control is absolutely gone, pupils blown wide with arousal as he buries his erection down Anakin's throat, Anakin's nose buried in the musk of his arousal. Rex knows exactly what Anakin looks like, red lips stretched wide around a cock, a delicious flush on his golden skin.
Rex almost wishes for a holo right now, to immortalise Anakin like this, stuffed full of cock on both ends, naked and trembling with lust on his knees, just where he belongs. He strokes the underside of Anakin’s cock, tracing the veins, thumbing at the tip and smearing precum all over his fingers. Leaning forward and fitting himself against Anakin’s back, he grazes his teeth over the swollen mating bite ever so slightly.
As if on command Anakin sobs through his second orgasm, his entrance fluttering tightly around Rex’s cock, and his grip on Anakin’s hips turns bruising to hold himself back. Anakin will need a lot more before the cycle ends, if he wants to rejoin the battlefield in a day or two. Kix doesn’t have the same practice Rex has, and with a loud groan he lets go of Anakin, scooting backwards to fuck into his own fist. Semen bursts against his hand and onto Anakin’s cheek and lips, and Anakin licks it up greedily, fingers gathering up what his tongue doesn’t reach.
Kix remains in his sitting position, eyes wide at the image of his General swallowing his cum wantonly. He’s not the only one caught in a siren’s trance, Fives and Jesse’s breathing loud and audible in the room. Rex resumes thrusting into Anakin, fucking soft little whimpers out of him that get increasingly louder, the Omega’s limp cock struggling to swell again between his drenched thighs.
“More?” Rex asks, breathless. “More!” Anakin mewls out, and Rex wrenches him backwards around the waist, taking Anakin’s weight on his own as they both kneel, the Omega leaning against his chest.
Anakin is put on full display like this, cum still clinging to the corner of his mouth and his soft wavy hair. His thighs are held apart by Rex’s own, hands grasping in vain for any kind of leverage. Rex inhales his Omega’s scent of spice and smoke greedily, mouthing at his swollen glands as Anakin thrashes in his hold.
He looks up to meet Fives and Jesse’s gaze, and he beckons them forward with a jerk of his chin. The two of them scramble forwards eagerly, acting like they’re the ones through a heat. Jesse flicks his tongue against Anakin’s swollen and sensitive nipples, suckling on them as if he could draw milk out of the Omega by sheer force of will. Fives kneels down in front of Anakin, cupping the Omega’s semi-filled cock in his calloused hands.
Anakin chokes out a muted scream when Fives takes Anakin’s cock in his mouth, but Rex’s grip on his hips stops him from thrusting into the trooper’s mouth. “You’re not the only one with pretty cock-sucking lips,” Rex murmurs in amusement. Anakin is beyond words at this point, pinned to Rex’s lap with Jesse and Fives driving him over the edge of overstimulation.
Anakin turns his head with difficulty, blue eyes tearing up and desperately yearning for a kiss. Rex acquiesces, giving him a tender but searing kiss, swallowing all of Anakin’s moans with his mouth. He chases his own release relentlessly, and when he comes he presses himself close to Anakin, filling up every fibre of his Omega with his release, his scent.
Anakin turns around in his hold to give him a sloppy kiss, his chest heaving with every pant he lets out against Rex’s lips. Metallic fingers pull Rex close by the back of his neck, and Rex gives this ridiculously captivating man he gets to call his mate one more kiss on the nose before easing Anakin back into the nest.
Anakin sprawls out, loose-limbed and relaxed, a being to be adored and worshipped to the highest degree. His eyes are glazed over in the particular way when he’s drinking up everyone’s arousal and desire in the Force. Anakin is made to be revered and venerated and fucked, to be treasured and cherished and loved.
Rex has to kiss him again, grabbing one of the water bottles prepared earlier and pressing it to Anakin’s lips. His blue eyes meet Rex’s gaze intently as Anakin swallows. “Jesse?” He asks pointedly, and the other man eagerly scrambles in between Anakin’s spread legs, lifting the Omega’s still shaking legs over his shoulders. “You ready, General?” Jesse asks cheekily, rubbing the tip of his cock against Anakin’s entrance.
Anakin just moans lightly, hand reaching out to grasp at Jesse’s forearm. Fives comes up on Jesse’s other side, drawing another loud whine out of Anakin as he trails two fingers through the come pushed out of Anakin’s body. “Captain,” Fives asks breathlessly, “Can he fit two?”
Anakin’s eyes snap to Rex’s, gaze bright. “Do you want to?” Rex asks, and has to smile at Anakin’s all too enthusiastic nod. “Be patient,” He tells Fives, “If you do it right you might get to see him cry.”
He turns away from Fives and Jesse pouncing on Anakin like hungry wolves with their prey, Anakin’s lewd cries dragged out of an overused throat. “Where are you going?” Kix squeaks out in alarm as Rex stuffs himself back in his blacks.
“I’m getting Tup and Dogma to take over,” Rex explains calmly, “Then I’m going to get all of you some food.”
“I can do it!” Kix says all too quickly. Rex looks down at Kix’s cock, erect and weeping against Kix’s clothed stomach. “No,” Rex finds himself saying, “You’re the medical professional here, after all. You’re needed to watch over Anakin until the end.”
Then he slips out of the door, shooing away the other troopers lurking outside. Everyone wants to take care of the General, after all, but Anakin is Rex’s Omega, and he’s the one trusted to decide who’s best for Anakin.