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It’s another roaringly hot summer in Okinawa, and whilst Langa isn’t a stranger to hot summers - with Canada being much warmer than people think it is, especially near the coasts - he is, however, a stranger to just how much the weather can influence an Omega’s heat cycles.
‘Langaaaaa,’ Reki’s voice is a sticky, desperate whine, from where he’s lay on Langa’s bed, curled up with Miya facing him in a similarly terrible state, ‘why aren’t you over heeeere?’
Truth be told, he’s exhausted. Reki and Miya’s heats are nearly always synchronised at this point, and sure, he’s a teenager, he’s more than willing to bunk off school to spend the day tending to his Omegas, but the combination of the summer heat and the double-duty he’s pulling tending to his mates means he’s feeling wrung-out for lack of a better term.
This is the third heat since summer began, and it’s only coming up on August. The heatwave Okinawa is experiencing is due to last well into September, and he’s not sure if he can handle another double heat.
‘I’ll… be over in a minute, Reki, I promise,’ Langa projects a cooling, calming feeling through his pheromones as much as he can manage, and he gets two needy, if less desperate, trills from his mates in response. It’s not a matter of performance, he’s rock hard, but he’s so sensitive that the idea of touching himself right now is a bit dicey, let alone fucking his mates until completion.
It’s not until his phone pings, with a reminder from Cherry about S that weekend, that his mind has a breakthrough.
Langa stands from where he’d been slumped against the side of his desk and pulls his boxers back up, hissing at the feeling of fabric against his erection. Marching over to the bed, he presses a kiss to Reki’s forehead and then Miya’s successfully dodging Omega grabby-hands and standing back up straight.
‘I just need to go get us some water, and a fan, okay? I’ll be back before you know it,’ Reki’s face turns sour for a moment before huffing, and it breaks Langa’s heart to leave him when his heat is clearly so intense that he can’t stand the idea of Langa leaving for a minute, but he needs to call in some help. Miya raises his head and looks at him with a pout - a clear sign he’s addled by his heat, as he’d rather die than let Langa know he was upset at him leaving otherwise - and Langa does his best to placate his mates by letting out a little crooning trill.
It calms them enough that he can quickly step out into the hallway, phone in hand, before they get more upset than they already are.
Punching in the digits on his phone, Langa raises it to his ear and waits with bated breath, the dial tone sounding before finally, finally, he manages to connect through to Cherry’s call-screening.
‘You have reached Sakurayashiki Calligraphy, please state the purpose of your call,’ Carla’s robotic voice intones into his ear, and Langa sighs in relief before giving his answer, one that only himself and the rest of their makeshift pack know.
‘I’m calling to ask about a custom deck design?’
‘Perfect, please what on the line,’ Carla’s robotic voice intones, and then a hold tone starts to play, and it would be pleasant, if Langa didn’t need Cherry to pick up right now.
‘Langa?’ Cherry’s voice filters through his phone speaker, and Langa sighs heavily in relief, ‘what’s the matter? Are you okay?’
Asking for a custom deck is a code they’d come up with specifically for Cherry, just so that in case one of them called him during a business meeting or otherwise professional setting, he wouldn’t seem unprofessional by answering, and it’s worked great in the few instances they’ve had to use it.
‘No, not really? I’m not hurt, no one is, but I kinda really need your help?’
‘...Go on.’
‘It’s just,’ Langa runs a palm down his face, trying to figure out how to phrase what he needs, ‘Reki and Miya’s heats have synced up again, and I’m exhausted,’ he finishes, hoping that he didn't sound too whiny.
‘Didn’t I warn you about this when you decided that you wanted to mate both of them?’
‘...Yes,’ he can’t deny that, Cherry did, indeed, warn him.
Langa hears Kaoru sigh over the line, ‘Where are you? I’ll come over and try and help the best I can.’
Langa just barely doesn’t jump for joy, ‘I’ll make it up to you! I’m at my apartment, my mom’s staying at Reki’s with his mom while I sort things out here.’
‘Hmph,’ Kaoru huffs, ‘make sure you do, I’ll be there in a few minutes.’
The line goes dead, and Langa steps backwards and slumps against the wall next to his bedroom door in relief. Making his way down to the kitchen, Langa does take the time to get some water for his mates, before he makes his way up to the bedroom.
As he opens the door, the smell of Omega in heat is near overwhelming, and his cock twitches hard against the constraint of his boxers and Reki and Miya trills at him from where they’re lay on the bed, no longer curled up together, but instead, Reki has Miya sat on his lap, and they’re grinding against each other, desperate for stimulation.
Placing the water down, Langa climbs onto the bed near them, and before he can even say anything, Reki and Miya have pulled off his underwear and are bickering over who gets his cock first.
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It’s only been around half an hour, but in that time, Miya has ridden him and then Reki sucked him off, squeezing at his sluggishly forming knot. They’re both napping now, and Langa had only woken up a minute or so ago, when his phone buzzes on the table.
‘Hullo?’
‘Langa, it’s me. Which apartment?’
Kaoru’s voice is clipped, and Langa sits up, ‘Oh, sorry, top floor, the door should be unlocked.’
Kaoru is silent for a moment, ‘...with two Omegas in heat in there?’
‘I only unlocked it a little bit ago since I knew you were coming!’
‘Calm down, I was just concerned. I’m coming up,’ the line goes dead again, and absurdly, Langa has the urge to try and clean up a little and put some clothes on, even though, ostensibly, Kaoru is coming over to help him with his mates being in heat.
Poking at Reki’s shoulder, Langa smiles at the snort his mate lets out, murmuring about five more minutes. Reki adores sleeping in, and to be fair, he’s much the same. Miya, meanwhile, has blinked awake and is looking at him over Reki with sleep-heavy eyes.
‘I called Cherry for help,’ Langa’s not sure what prompts him to admit it, but the way that Miya’s eyes go wide before a blush spreads over his cheeks is its own reward.
‘That old man?’ Miya’s voice is low, neither of them particularly want to wake Reki if he needs rest. Langa can practically see Miya’s non-existent tail flicking in a mix of interest and agitation.
‘He’s not old, he’s…’ Langa’s mind blanks. How old is Cherry?
Their conversation is interrupted by the sound of the apartment front door opening, the sound of Cherry’s geta on the laminate flooring loud in the relative silence of the apartment. Langa’s about to call out, but before he does, he hears those footsteps coming up the hall, and even though Cherry is an Omega, one he likes, with both of his mates in heat, Langa has to fight the way his instincts make his hackles rise without his permission.
The bedroom door, slightly ajar from where Langa had left to make the phone call, is pushed open, and Cherry pokes his head around it. His keen eyes immediately catch onto the three of them on Langa’s bed, though Langa does feel a flash of embarrassment at the general dishevelled mess of his bedroom as Cherry steps in.
Indeed, Cherry's nose does scrunch up a little, but the disdain on his face melts away at the desperate expression on Langa’s face, basically pleading for help.
‘I warned you,’ Cherry’s voice is quiet, but no less stern as a result.
‘I know,’ Langa rubs the back of his head where he’s sitting up, his voice practically a whisper to not disturb his mates, ‘I just… need a break. I love them so much, and I want to provide for them, it’s just too much right now, and I feel like I’m going to crawl out of my skin.’
Cherry raises an eyebrow, and Langa hates the way he feels so flawed raw, open for him to see, but maybe it’s what needs to happen to make things go smoother.
Cherry’s face softens somewhat, ‘Do you trust me?’
‘With my life,’ it’s an instant answer, and though Cherry seems shocked, Langa wouldn’t take it back, simply because it’s true.
Taking a moment to gather himself, Kaoru speaks, ‘Go take a shower, a long one, I’ll deal with your mates. Come back when you’re ready.’
Langa sighs and barely manages to extricate himself from his mates’ heat-borne clinginess without waking them, stepping over the piles of clothes and as he passes by Cherry, he notes that Cherry’s scent is just that bit sweeter than it usually is. It smells so good, different and refreshing, and Langa restrains himself, (just about), from nuzzling his nose into Cherry’s scent glands to get more of it.
As Langa makes his way out of the room, Kaoru sighs quietly.
Foolish boy.
Reki is out like a light, but Miya is starting to stir. So Kaoru makes his way over to the bed. He’s always thought that Miya is far too cute for his own good, and it’s proving true with the boy in heat before him a second time. He’d got a taste back then, but now he has a full platter before him, and he’s starving. Kojiro has always worked well with his appetite, but this time, he’s craving something a little sweeter.
Miya’s gaze is cloudy with his heat, but he can still easily recognise that Kaoru is not Langa, but it seems that for all his cat-like tendencies, Miya is much more unguarded when heat is wracking his body.
Miya makes a small, questioning trill, and whilst Kaoru isn’t often the kind to vocalise, but he gives a soothing croon as he takes Miya into his arms. Were he to do anything on the bed he’d risk waking Reki up, and whilst he’s sure of his abilities to handle both, he’d rather not prematurely wake the boy.
Nuzzling against his neck, Miya takes in great lungfuls of his scent and Kaoru slides his hands down Miya’s sides, thumbs rubbing on those small, sharp hipbones. Miya’s always been a bit too thin, a bit too concerned with his appearance, and with Langa and Reki’s care - and healthy, if not excessive sometimes - appetites, he’s starting to fill out a bit more. Kaoru lays Miya down on the combined softness of his and his mates’ clothing, tipping his hips up and exposing his hole, slack and red from attention, wet with slick.
Usually he’d take his time taking a partner submissive to him apart, but there’s something feral champing at the bit inside of him, needing to take.
Kaoru tests the stretch of Miya’s hole with a couple of fingers, making the Omega beneath him whine fetchingly. Langa must have knotted him at some point, because he’s well-stretched, more than enough to take Kaoru inside of him. A simmer of heat that’s been riding low in his stomach ever since Langa had called him flares up a little more, and he feels his cock twitch behind his layers of clothing.
Undoing his kimono, Kaoru strips his underwear down, and presses himself into Miya’s hole fast, Miya’s pliant body easily taking him down to the root. As a teenager, he’d though himself a Beta or even potentially an Alpha, given how much he particularly enjoyed attention to his cock, and liked topping, so when he’d presented as an Omega, it had been a surprise. But as he holds onto Miya’s slender waist as he pulls back out, only to fuck back into Miya’s hole, he just knows that he likes seeing cute little things underneath him every now and then.
Moving his hands, Kaoru licks his lips as he presses Miya’s thighs back up into a mating press, a traditional pose enjoyed by many Alphas - one that he, himself, particularly enjoyed also. Miya’s hole tightens deliciously around him with the change in position, and Kaoru grunts low in his throat at the feeling, his cock throbbing inside Miya’s fluttering hole.
‘Oh, fuck,’ a whimper comes from the bed beside them, along with the sound of fingers playing with a slick hole. Reki’s awoke regardless of how he’d tried to stay quiet, but it seems he doesn’t mind the intrusion of another Omega. Were he of a clearer mind, he’d question just how open this trio are to other individuals being so close to them in such a vulnerable time, but right now he’s far too busy driving into Miya and taking his pleasure from him.
They all hear the pipes groan as the shower turns on, and Reki swings his legs over the edge of the bed before getting down on the floor to join him. He’s not a medical marvel with two cocks, but he can sate Reki with his fingers, based on the way Reki winces as he settles near them. He lays down next to Miya and turns his mate’s head so that their lips can lock in a kiss, and oh, it’s such a lovely sight, Kaoru understands at that moment why Langa took the risk of having two mates at the same time.
Moving one hand from Miya’s hip, he presses two fingers into Reki’s sore hole, watching as he flushes almost as red as his hair as he moans into Miya’s mouth, Miya trembling and tightening up around him in response. They’re both so beautifully responsive, and Kaoru can feel himself throb inside Miya, wet warmth clinging to him as he presses into the smaller boy’s body.
He’d love to fuck Reki, too, and one of these days he’ll manage to convince Langa of it, he’s sure, but for now, hooking his fingers and pressing them up towards his stomach to make the boy cry out will have to be enough. Reki’s hips tremble, as if his body can’t decide whether to pull away from the relentless stimulation or push into it and welcome it.
Kaoru doesn’t give him the choice.
The curl of his fingers is cruel, he knows, and the way that Reki sobs out a little moan as Miya detaches from their kiss is evidence enough, but the sight of both of them underneath him, unable to deal with what he’s doing to them is intoxicating.
Miya is the first one of the two of them to come, hiccuping little moans as Kaoru presses inside of him as if he were an Alpha able to breed the boy, and though he can’t knot Miya like his body is doubtlessly craving, he can fuck him through his orgasm until he’s completely incoherent.
Miya clenches down tight around him, hole fluttering as he whines into the messy pile of clothes they’re situated on, and fuck, Kaoru isn’t sure what it is about the situation that’s making his gums ache with the need to bite down on Miya’s scent glands, but given his own mate’s boundaries around such things, he figures he shouldn’t. Instead, he hunches over Miya’s slim back and clamps his teeth down just below the bottom of his neck, a faux-mark that satisfies his instincts and makes Miya shudder from the feeling of it.
Kaoru barely manages to hook his arm underneath Miya’s stomach as he slumps underneath him, his heat draining him of so much energy that he’s out like a light before Kaoru can come. Unlatching from Miya’s back, Kaoru debates fucking the boy anyway until he’s satisfied, but as Reki cries out next to him, he figures he’ll let him finish him off.
Pulling back, a small wash of cum slides out of Miya’s hole with him, and getting Reki’s attention is as easy as pulling his fingers out of the boy’s hole, making him whine at the lack of stimulation. When Reki turns and comes face to face with his cock, his instincts kick in and soon Reki is licking along his cock, tasting his mate’s slick on Kaoru’s skin. He won’t last long, Miya got him pretty close to the edge, and reaching a hand out to bury it in Reki’s fluffy locks as his kiss-swollen soft lips mouths at the tip of his cock, Kaoru sighs into the humid air of Langa’s bedroom.
The shower shuts off just as his orgasm rolls over him in an easy wave, cum spurting prettily over Reki’s lips, nose, and cheeks. Kaoru beings a hand down and milks the remnants of his orgasm out over Reki’s face, the way the boy pants and whines for him making pleasure shudder up his spine as he comes down from his high.
Pulling his phone from the pile of his kimono slumped behind him, Kaoru takes a picture of Reki, cum all over his face, and Miya slumped by him, taking care to send it off quickly to Kojiro, before turning the screen off as the door swings open.
Kaoru pulls back from Reki just as Langa enters the room, freshly showered, with a towel wrapped around his waist that does nothing to hide his prominent arousal. Kaoru can’t help but snort inelegantly as Langa rushes over to Reki, though his humour turns into a simmering arousal as he watches Langa kneel to lick his cum from Reki’s face, cleaning Kaoru’s claim off his mate, but also tasting Kaoru so intimately.
Reiki humours him with a chuff and a small laugh, and Langa doesn’t stop until Reki is completely cleaned. It’s clear Reki’s heat has simmered down to a bearable degree, because he looks at the both of them and Miya, before speaking.
‘I really need a drink and a shower, because someone couldn’t stop themselves from cleaning me up, so I’m gonna check out for a bit.’
Langa grumbles affectionately, but otherwise lets Reki go without incident, and turns his attention to Miya, moving the boy so he’s comfortable on the miniature nest of clothing on the floor, before turning to Kaoru.
‘Can I - I mean, would you mind, uh,’ Langa’s flushed bright pink, and it’s quite amusing to watch him stumble over his words, ‘would you let me fuck you?’
Kaoru raises an eyebrow, ‘I had the impression I was helping wrangle your Omegas, not your own needs,’ he’s willing to let Langa have a go at him, he’s always found the boy to be pretty, but he wants to watch him squirm a bit first.
‘It’s just, Reki’s taking a break and Miya’s asleep, and I’m really pent-up after listening to you guys -’
Kaoru holds up a hand, stopping Langa’s rambling in its tracks, ‘It’s fine,’ he stands and pulls Langa up, ‘though I hope you don’t expect to fuck me on the floor, I do have standards.’
Kaoru’s phone buzzes in his hand, and a slow spread of heated arousal tingles low in his stomach at Kojiro’s response to the image; Enjoying yourself, hm? Maybe I should come with next time, show them how it’s done.
Langa, meanwhile, flushes and sweeps his bedsheets off the small single bed next to the wall, and as Kaoru places his phone down and sits, pushing himself up onto the mattress, he’s reminded so keenly of his days fumbling around with Kojiro and Ainosuke back in high school that he has to shake his head to clear the memory. Langa climbs up in front of him, and entertaining him with a sloppy kiss, Kaoru sighs as he lays back and Langa follows, crouched over him.
They won’t get anywhere just kissing though, so Kaoru reaches for the tie of the towel on Langa’s hips, and trills happily when he sees Langa’s cock, his knot slightly inflated at the base already.
‘Mmmh,’ Langa moans into his mouth before pulling back, ‘I wanna fuck you so bad,’ it’s amateurish Alpha dirty talk, but at least Langa has the size to back himself up.
‘Do you? Then don’t waste any more time,’ Kaoru spreads his legs, showing off the way his hole is wet with slick from his own arousal. His own heat is a while away, but being surrounded by so many heat hormones from Reki and Miya has made his body a lot more eager to play ball than it usually is, and he’s almost uncomfortably wet.
Langa huffs and crowds closer, lining himself up, and Kaoru groans through the harsh stretch of Langa pressing himself inside with near enough no prep beyond letting him get worked up from playing with Miya and Reki. It’s a cruel stretch, but fuck, if it doesn’t feel good, and Kojiro is roughly similar in size, so it’s not something he’s used to.
Langa bottoms out and Kaoru whines high in his throat, an instinctual noise he can’t control, and the way it makes Langa’s cock throb inside of him makes him want to do it more, embarrassment be damned. If Langa isn’t in rut alongside with his mates, he’s doing a damn good impression of an Alpha in rut, because he chuffs and noses at Kaoru’s collarbone, but Kaoru pushes Langa’s head away before he can get the idea to try and mark up his scent glands. The one boundary that Kojiro has is not something he’s going to even pretend at trying to push.
Dissatisfied a little, Langa draws his hips back and Kaoru chokes at the feel of his hole clinging to Langa’s length before Langa bullies his way back inside, making Kaoru cry out loud enough that Miya momentarily stirs before rolling over in his makeshift nest. Langa’s hips set a rough and almost abusive rhythm as he begins to fuck into him earnestly, and Kaoru can only hold on to the pillow under his head as he’s rocked with the force of Langa’s thrusts.
Langa is practically snarling as he grits his teeth and brings his hands to push Kaoru’s legs up backwards until he’s effectively folded in half, the smack of Langa’s hips against his ass ringing throughout the room. Tilting his head back into the pillow, Kaoru moans throatily as the head of Langa’s cock presses against his prostate, the pleasure a sharp spike in his stomach as Langa keeps pressing against it with each swing of his hips. Fuck, he hadn’t expected Langa to be this intense, this rough, it’s making him lose his mind a little as he stares up at the ceiling.
He’s so hard, the tip of his cock wet against his stomach, pre-cum forming a little pool underneath the head, and it would be so easy to reach his hand down and finish himself off, but he wants to savour the feel of Langa fucking into him, Kaoru doesn’t want this to end, not just yet. Looking down at himself, Kaoru feels a spike of pleasure as he sees a slight bulge on his stomach whenever Langa presses into him fully, and he can feel himself clench down helplessly around the slight catch of Langa’s knot at the idea of Langa filling him so completely.
Langa’s hands are gripping the back of his thighs almost painfully tight, and it’s yet another point of the young Alpha’s roughness that takes Kaoru higher into heady pleasure, his own nails digging into Langa’s pillow. The intense stretch has lessened into something much more manageable and pleasurable, but Langa’s rhythm is just as erratic and downright brutal as it started. As much as he wants to savour it, bar holding himself at the base of his cock, he’s going to be dragged kicking and screaming into his orgasm at this rate, and tipping his head back further, Kaoru can feel tears leaking out of the corners of his eyes from the sheer overstimulation Langa’s rhythm puts his body through.
Distantly, Kaoru is aware he’s making constant noise, whines and gasps punched out with each time Langa bottoms out, alongside heady moans from the way Langa fills him so well, but it isn’t until the bedroom door opens and Reki steps in that he realises just how much noise he’s making. Bringing a hand to clasp over his mouth, Kaoru gasps as Langa grabs his wrist and tears away his last line of defence for any dignity he came into this situation with.
‘Nnh, wanna - fuck - wanna hear you,’ Langa pants out, his gaze dark and intense, hot and almost suffocating.
‘Oh shit,’ it’s a shocked exclamation from Reki at the door before he makes his way over to the two of them that makes Kaoru close his eyes finally, trying to escape the idea of being seen taken apart so handily.
His eyes fly back open almost immediately at the feel of Reki’s hand on his cock, his palm sliding up and down his length, ‘Ngh, oh, hah - don’t-’
Reki ignores him and instead moves to sit on the edge of the bed whilst he strokes Kaoru’s cock, and the dual stimulation is too much for Kaoru’s body to handle. His orgasm starts as a shudder that works its way from head to toe, before he’s bucking his hips up into Reki’s grip, desperate to chase the feeling of the Omega’s soft, slick palm around his cock as he comes over Reki’s fingers and his own stomach.
Kaoru’s hole flutters around Langa’s length, and he barely has the wherewithal to realise that Reki’s withdrawn from him only to urge Langa on, and part of him feels as if he’s being ganged up on boy the two of them in a concerted effort to completely unravel him.
‘You wanna knot him, don’t you?’ Reki’s voice is hot and low near Langa’s ear, and Kaoru can’t help the way he whines a little at how it makes Langa nearly snarl in barely restrained instinctual aggression, ‘you can, I won’t be mad, I’ve always wanted to see someone else take your knot.’
Langa’s stamina seems to give out from under him at that point, and Kaoru barely has the time to bring his legs back down to lock behind Langa’s back as Langa groans and pushes into him one last time, the swell of his knot intense as it ties them together. It feels right, and Kaoru can’t help the weak moan he lets out as his cock twitches hard against his stomach at the feel of Langa’s knot pressing against his walls.
The first throb of Langa’s orgasm fills him almost completely and Kaoru trills low in his throat at the feel, but then it keeps coming, keeps filling him up, and he feels completely plugged up and almost bloated as he watches the bulge of Langa’s cock against his stomach disappear under a small paunch formed by how much Langa is coming inside of him. Pressing a disbelieving hand against the bulge, Kaoru tips his head back as a second orgasm takes him by surprise, his cock spurting weakly over the bulge of his stomach, rivulets of cum running off and down his side to stain Langa’s bedsheets.
Reki is trilling as he presses himself against his mate, and Kaoru feels almost completely wrung out as he lifts his head to look at the two of them, eyes hazy and pink hair askew.
Reki traces a finger down Langa’s stomach, and Langa’s abdominal muscles flutter at the sensation, ‘I wanna feel you knot me while Cherry fucks me, next.’
Langa groans lowly and Kaoru follows suit, his body valiantly doing his best to keep up with the trio he’s got himself involved with. No wonder Langa had called for his help, and maybe calling Kojiro up to help next time wouldn’t go amiss.