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Miya hates Langa on sight.
Part of it is sheer possessiveness - Miya has been with Ainosuke for a year and a half now, his fifteenth birthday a few months away. He’s developed a home here with Ainosuke and Tadashi, with habits and rituals and comfort. And now, Ainosuke brings another omega into their house?
Ainosuke had taken Miya aside the day before, had fucked him with tongue and fingers until Miya was limp and nearly insensate from pleasure on his lap. When he came back to himself and they were cuddling in bed after, Ainosuke had gripped Miya by the chin, looked at him seriously.
“This is not about you not being good enough, I want that to be clear,” Ainosuke had said seriously. It’s just that Ainosuke was getting older and near the prime of his life, and an alpha of his status - especially a politician like him - would be expected to have several omegas. It was unusual that he’d had just the one for so long.
“I still love you, Miya-kun. We’re just expanding the family a bit.”
Miya had nodded, pouting a little until Ainosuke kissed the expression away. It hadn’t bothered him at the time, mostly because it wasn’t quite real.
Now, though -
Now there is Langa.
He’s brought straight from the auction house, so all he is wearing is a robe that Tadashi takes away. He’s left naked in front of them, seemingly unbothered by his nudity, and Miya immediately starts worrying.
It’s not enough that Langa is beautiful, no. It’s that Langa is special, is evolved, has something Miya never will.
Langa has a pussy.
It’s always been a rare thing - male omegas aren’t common to begin with and those with cunts even less so. They’re far more fertile, far more breedable, and thus far more desirable. Miya squirms, never so aware of the slight weight of his cock in his pants.
It doesn’t help that Langa is also frustratingly pretty. He’s all cool pale skin and blue hair with light eyes, his body looking like it was carved out of porcelain. That skin blushes pink in just a few places: his lips, the peaks of his nipples, the cleft of his pussy. He’s mesmerizing to look at.
Miya listens with half an ear as he studies Langa with narrowed eyes. He’s just graduated high school, though apparently Ainosuke will be having him do university classes online. Just turned eighteen, he grew up mostly in Canada and is still working to get his handwriting skills up to snuff.
“Miya here can help you with that,” Ainosuke says cheerfully, a warm hand settling on Miya’s shoulder. “He’s at the top of all his classes.” Langa’s cool eyes meet Miya’s, and they’re completely opaque as to the thoughts behind them.
Yeah, right. Miya’s not helping him with shit. Ainosuke ushers Langa away to show him to his rooms, and even the young man’s ass is perfect, all high and tight and round. Miya is left in the room with Tadashi, feeling tired and frustrated and useless.
Miya takes a few steps over and presses himself against Tadashi’s side, wrapping his arms around one of the older man’s biceps as he watches Ainosuke and Langa vanish around a corner. “You still like me, right?” Miya asks, wishing he sounded less needy.
Long fingers come up and comb through Miya’s hair, fixing it from where he’d run his own hands through it. It’s as much comfort as Tadashi will publicly give, and Miya squeezes his arm a little tighter. At least he still has Tadashi.
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The first time Miya sees Langa in action, he’s looking for Ainosuke. He’s not horny: Ainosuke has been teaching Miya chess, and he’s almost at the point that he can beat the older man. The door to Ainosuke’s office is cracked, and there’s a flicker of light inside. Miya pushes it open a little more silently, then stops, staring.
Ainosuke is sitting on the couch, his pants and underwear are at his ankles. His large hands are settled on Langa’s hips. Langa, who is naked and sitting on Ainosuke’s lap. Langa, who rises up enough for Miya to see Ainosuke’s cock vanishing inside of him.
It took most of a year for Miya to be able to take Ainosuke outside of their respective heats and ruts. A year of stretching, a year of training his small body to accept the large intrusion. And here Langa is after just a few days, sliding up and down Ainosuke’s alpha cock like he was built to take it.
Miya can’t see much detail, just the darkness of the cleft of Langa’s ass, the wetness farther down where Ainosuke enters him. Miya watches, unable to look away. When he shifts slightly he can feel himself getting wet, can feel his cock hardening in his pants. When Ainosuke grunts in satisfaction and Miya sees his knot starting to form, he closes the door, unwilling to watch more.
Padding through the dark hallways, Miya doesn’t know where his feet are taking him until he gets there. A perfunctory tap on the door and he’s easing it open, sliding inside. The room is dim, just a single light above Tadashi where he’s sitting propped up in bed. He has a cup of tea on the nightstand beside him and the gray t-shirt and sweatpants that he uses as nightwear on. He looks up from his book, face as calm as ever.
Miya jumps up onto the bed and slithers forward. He lays on top of Tadashi, arms wrapped around his hips and head tucked into the curve of Tadashi’s waist.
Tadashi, for his part, takes it all in stride. One large hand cradles Miya’s head and strokes through his hair as the other holds his book. They lay like that for awhile, calm.
Eventually Miya gets bored. He slides slightly to the side, traces one hand over the soft bulge of Tadashi’s cock. Above him pages are still turned, but a little slower, a little more uneven. A few minutes of petting and gentle rubbing, and Tadashi is tenting his pants. Miya reaches up and tugs his sweats down - he hadn’t bothered to put on underwear so his cock pops up, thick and full.
Tadashi is a beta, will never have the sheer mass that alphas like Ainosuke have. Miya sometimes thinks he likes that even more, though. It means that when he slides down and wraps his hands around Tadashi’s length, he can actually fit his cock into his mouth without choking. Miya still can’t deep throat, not even Tadashi, but he can fit enough in that his hands can cover what his mouth can’t.
They’ve done this enough that it’s comfortable, it’s good.
It’s also…not quite allowed.
It’s not not allowed, but they both know Ainosuke and his possessiveness. He likes to see Miya and Tadashi together, he often directs Miya to jack his assistant off or suck him or rarely, get fucked by him. Ainosuke never lets Tadashi finish inside of Miya, though, not his mouth nor his ass. Every interaction is between the two of them but it’s Ainosuke in control, Ainosuke who is the one fucking both of them metaphorically if not physically.
There are times like this, though. When Miya feels rejected or lonely, when Ainosuke has been too sharp, too harsh. And Miya will find himself creeping through the halls to find the one person who is always steady, always reliable, always there for Miya.
Miya loves Ainosuke, he truly does. He’s his alpha - there’s nothing in the world like when his knot is locked inside of Miya and pumping his thick, hot seed deep inside, filling Miya up in the best way possible. It’s heaven.
At the same time, Miya loves Tadashi and his steadfastness. Loves when he can lay lazily and suckle at the head of his cock, reaching between his legs to press down just there behind his balls, that place that makes Tadashi jerk and gasp and throb, filling Miya’s mouth with bitter salt.
Miya swallows, feeling warm and content. Feeling wanted. Tadashi sets his book aside and tugs Miya up, raising his hips to pull his own pants up as well. Miya is cradled in the curve of an arm, his head tucked beneath Tadashi’s chin. He can smell the faintest trace of the cologne he put on that morning, blending with his warm and comforting beta smell.
Tadashi slips a hand into Miya’s pants, pushes back far enough to swipe his fingers down Miya’s cleft and wet them with slick. It makes for an easy slide when his broad hand wraps around Miya’s small, hard cock, stroking gently. It only takes a few expert pumps before Miya is sighing, spilling little spurts of clear omega come over Tadashi’s hand.
When Tadashi pulls his hand out, Miiya grabs it, brings it to his lips. He licks away his own come and slick - no evidence can be left, no stains on sheets or clothing. When he’s done he reaches up, presses a soft kiss to the underside of Tadashi’s jaw.
Reaching up, Tadashi turns out the light and sets his book aside. When he lays down Miya is right there with him, tucking himself into the curve of the larger man’s body. In the morning - early, far earlier than Ainosuke will awaken - Tadashi will carry Miya’s small sleeping body back to his own bed, leaving Ainosuke none the wiser.
It’s a dangerous game, but one that Miya feels is going to happen more often with Langa in the house.
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“Come over here, Miya-kun,” Ainosuke says, and though Miya wants to do anything but that, an order is an order. He pats the couch next to him, and Miya obediently walks over and hops up. Langa is perched on one of Ainosuke’s legs like a ventriloquist’s doll. He’s naked, and his pale skin is as perfect up close as it had been from afar.
“As I had said before, Miya, we’re a family. I’m afraid I haven’t done much to help support that, so I think we can start now. Just as you two are mine and pleasure me, I want you to know each other, be able to pleasure each other.”
The last thing Miya wants to do is give any pleasure to Langa, but he nods. If they have to fuck in front of Ainosuke, then whatever. He’ll just close his eyes and think of Ainosuke.
“Now, Miya. I know you were pure when you came to me, so I doubt you’re familiar much with Langa-kun’s…anatomy. Let’s fix that a bit.”
Ainosuke picks Langa up like he weighs nothing and arranges him across their laps. His ass sits in Miya’s lap, with the rest of his body across Ainosuke’s. The arm of the sofa under his shoulders keeps him propped up. Langa’s expression doesn’t change, all steady calmness.
“Let’s start with just some touching, to get him ready. You know what omegas like, Miya, so why don’t you start?”
The last thing Miya wants is to turn this guy on, but what Ainosuke wants, Ainosuke gets. Miya takes one small hand and smooths it up Langa’s side, starting at his upper thigh and stroking over sharp hipbones to move over a narrow waist and up his ribs. Miya keeps his touch moving, fingers light. As much as he doesn’t feel like doing this, his need for perfection in front of Ainosuke means he’ll do this flawlessly.
After stroking over smooth skin for a few minutes, Miya lets his fingers move inward, brush almost accidentally over a nipple. Langa breathes in, a small gasp. His eyes focus on Miya for the first time, flicking between his face and his hands.
Miya keeps touching him, brushing over a nipple every once in awhile. His nipples flush pink, almost startling against the white canvas of his skin. A little more attention and they pebble up, hardening. Langa breathes faster and Ainosuke smiles.
“Now for what’s unfamiliar,” Ainosuke murmurs. “Lower. Just outside for now.”
Miya’s hand drifts down, over flat stomach and narrow hips to Langa’s groin. There’s a dip, then a swelling of his mound. The outermost lips of his cunt are plump and pretty, meeting together to hide everything within. Miya traces his fingers over everything, finding himself interested despite everything in how the texture of Langa’s skin changes, how it gets softer and more delicate, how it gets warmer.
He flattens his hand, changing from fingertips to fingerpads, lets them drag over pale skin that starts to get rosy with arousal. As he touches, Langa’s pussy lips get pinker and swell up, parting just slightly. Inside can be seen deeper pink flesh, shiny with excitement.
Miya watches as a single drip of slick trails out from between Langa’s lips, slides wetly down to his asshole.
“Spread your legs for me, that’s a good boy.” Langa’s lean thighs part, and Miya can see his cunt up close for the first time. Everything is very…pink. And wet. He knows the parts, he’s taken science class before. Ainosuke still murmurs them in Miya’s ear as Miya’s fingers move slowly from one to the other. Large outer labia, thinner inner lips that are red and wet with slick. The dark shadow of his hole, and then the large, swollen nub above of his clit.
Curious fingers move over slippery skin, and Langa makes soft, involuntary noises in his throat. Miya traces up his lips on one side and down the other, brushing just slightly over his clit at the top. The clit is anatomically the same as the head of his own cock, Miya remembers from science class. He rubs at it gently with his thumb, watching in fascination as the small movements cause Langa’s cunt to get redder, wetter, more plush.
It seems like only seconds later that Langa cries out, arching his back. His clit throbs, in time with the clenching of his hole. After long, long seconds the orgasm fades, Langa’s hole still clenching down erratically. Miya glances up at his face - Langa’s cheeks are stained red and his mouth is open, lips bitten red and wet and open to show the vulnerable insides. His eyes are slightly glassy with pleasure, and they meet Miya’s for the first time.
Miya goes to take his hands away, but Ainosuke nudges him back into place. “He can go for a few more,” he says.
Questing fingers slip inside of Langa, this time. Inside his pussy is like nothing Miya’s ever felt before, the flesh silky and plush and smooth, very unlike Miya’s own hole when he fingers himself. Narrow fingers feel around curiously before starting up a rhythm of thrusting. The thumb on his other hand rubs over the hard nub of Langa’s clit, and his hands working together remind Miya of when he took piano classes as a child.
His orgasm comes on faster now, and harder. Miya feels it from the inside, his fingers squeezed by strong muscles. He imagines it around his cock, wonders how far in he would penetrate, wonders how tight it could get around his relatively small length. Langa moans this time, his voice low and soft, almost needy. Miya keeps rubbing his clit, wanting to hear him moan more. He gets it and then some, as Langa squirms and cries out, Miya pushing him into another orgasm with barely a minute between them.
He lets up after that, fingers slowing to let Langa collapse back and catch his breath. He’s flushed down his neck to his chest now, with a thin line of drool tracing down his chin. The wetness of his pussy has spread to his inner thighs, dripping down far enough to darken Miya’s shorts.
They let him come down from it for a minute, until Ainosuke starts murmuring instructions to Miya. He slides his fingers inside Langa once more - now wetter, looser. Slick flesh surrounds him until he locates something swollen and textured deeper in. He rubs there, fingers steady and implacable. Miya’s thumb on his other hand finds it’s way back to Langa’s clit, now looking almost painfully swollen.
This orgasm comes on differently. Langa’s hips twitch, like he wants to be fucking up into something. He squirms, shifts, hips moving as he clenches down on Miya’s fingers occasionally. Head flung back, his neck works as he moans continuously, hands clenched into fists. The muscles of his cunt clench down involuntarily on Miya’s fingers a few times as if in preparation before finally, it hits.
Miya’s fingers are nearly crushed as Langa clenches down on them, and he groans loudly with every pulse of his pussy. Every time his muscles release, hot liquid gushes out around Miya’s hand, soaking his lap. The smell of omega slick is overwhelming, arousing even to Miya’s omega nose. Langa squirts over and over, the liquid pooling on the leather couch. When it finally ends, he collapses down, pussy muscles finally letting Miya’s hand go. Everything is hot and wet and swollen, and when Miya pulls his hands back Langa’s cunt stays spread open, red and used.
Ainosuke and Miya both run comforting hands over Langa’s body, until the shakes subside and his dazed eyes open. Summoning Tadashi with a snap of his fingers, Ainosuke gathers Langa up and hands him off to Tadashi to get cleaned up. Miya is left alone on the couch with Ainosuke, his lap soaked in Langa’s slick and making it obvious that he’s hard in his shorts.
“You did so well for me, Miya-kun. I hope you two continue to get along. Let’s get you a little reward.”
Miya stands up on the couch before moving between Ainosuke’s spread legs. His shorts are pulled down, leaving him naked, hard and wet with Langa’s slick. Ainosuke leans forward and licks him clean from thighs to hips, humming in pleasure at the flavor. It’s a good few minutes before he finally gets to Miya’s cock, and it only takes him sliding his mouth down and sucking hard once before Miya is crying out and coming.
Ainosuke doesn’t take his mouth away, works at Miya until he’s hard again. The orgasm is bigger and slower this time, Miya’s knees trembling as he empties himself into Ainosuke’s mouth. He’s given help to sit down, Ainosuke gently settling him.
Miya leans up to kiss Ainosuke, tasting both his own come and Langa’s slick on his alpha’s mouth. As good as he felt just then, he can’t shake a thought in the back of his head that wonders what it would be like if he fucked Langa.
A thought to be saved for another day, as Ainosuke pulls Miya onto his lap and unzips his pants.
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Miya starts to tutor Langa.
Langa isn’t stupid, far from it. He just isn’t very familiar with Japanese writing, has a hard time connecting the words he can speak fluently to the complex characters. After a frustrating afternoon of slow translation, Miya sighs and flops back on the couch.
“You have to read the classics for school, but I can tell you’re not interested in them.” He picks up a tablet, thumbs to the website of a bookstore. “Listen - what’s something you’re interested in? We can buy a book on it and work on that, so at least you won’t fall asleep while you’re reading it.”
Langa looks at Miya, biting his lip a little. Miya can read his face better now, can see the slight way his eyebrows are drawn together that means he’s nervous, the clenching of his one fist that says he’s uncomfortable. “Snowboarding,” he says after a minute. “I like snowboarding.”
Miya blinks. Okinawa is a tropical place, he hasn’t even seen snow before. With a shrug, he finds a magazine on snowboarding in Hokkaido and buys it. The next hour is one of the easiest they’ve had, with Langa visibly interested in the words he’s reading and writing about. Sitting back, Miya watches Langa as he traces a finger over an image of a board spraying snow. “So,” he says. “You used to snowboard?”
“Yeah,” Langa says absently. “My dad taught me when I was little. They don’t have anywhere to do it here, but before I was bought I’d been planning a trip up north with…” He bites his lip, cutting himself off.
“With who?” Miya asks gently, curiously. He knows very little about Langa’s life before coming to Ainosuke’s and is interested despite himself.
“With my friend, Reki.” Langa looks down, away. “My best friend. Only friend, really. But he presented late, as an alpha, and went away to an alpha school without me. We’d been avoiding putting me up for auction for years but my mom needed the money so,” he shrugs. “Here I am.”
There’s a look on Langa’s face when he talks about his friend, where his eyes go soft and his pale cheeks turn a delicate shade of pink. Miya never had many close friends, let alone a best friend, but he’s fairly certain that whatever Langa feels about this Reki is something more than friendship. For the first time, he feels somewhat bad for Langa.
Without thinking, Miya scootches over and leans up against Langa. It’s both the omega need in him to give physical comfort and the slight bitterness in the air of distress pheromones that Langa is giving off that makes him slide an arm around a narrow waist, makes him rub his cheek against Langa’s shoulder.
With a soft sound of upset Langa turns and wraps himself around Miya, toppling the two of them to the floor together. It’s a little hard to breathe with the larger boy mostly on top of him, but the feeling of arms wrapped tightly around Miya is nice, comforting.
After a few long minutes Langa moves his head from where he’s buried it in Miya’s neck and whispers, “Will you nest with me?”
Miya pauses, then nods. Standing, Langa pulls Miya to his feet then leads him into the next room, his bedroom. Miya isn’t the most experienced in omega ways - he basically presented, went into heat, and then promptly was bought by Ainosuke. He knows intellectually about what omegas do together normally: nesting for comfort, forming their own little communities outside of their alpha, that kind of thing. He’s never actually experienced it before, though. Langa is the first other omega he’s really spent any time with.
Langa’s bed is a mess of blankets and clothing piled high. Miya recognizes some of Ainosuke’s clothes, a t shirt from Tadashi, even a pair of Miya’s shorts that he lost track of some time ago. Some omegas are extremely scent-oriented and need the smell of their family surrounding them for comfort, Miya remembers.
Sometimes Miya feels like an alien in his own body, a confused outside observer of his own dynamic. Everything he knows about being an omega is what Ainosuke has taught him, and he has no idea if that’s the norm or not.
Blinking, he watches as Langa unselfconsciously strips naked, tossing his clothes here and there into the piles of the nest before he looks back at Miya. “Come on,” he says, and there’s something nervous and hopeful in his voice that makes Miya step forward and tug his own shirt off.
No sooner has the last of Miya’s clothing hit the floor than Langa is pulling him into the nest, toppling him over. Langa wraps himself around Miya, all long limbs and smooth, soft skin. Miya lets himself be tugged close, lets Langa arrange them to his satisfaction. Miya isn’t used to cuddling like this with someone that isn’t Ainosuke or rarely Tadashi - men larger than he is, with matching large cocks that press against him and smear interest all over Miya’s thighs.
Langa doesn’t have the sensual ash and spice of Ainosuke’s scent or the calming wet stone of Tadashi, instead he smells of something sweet and clean and somehow both soft and sharp. Miya wonders absently if it’s the scent of snow, as he nuzzles under Langa’s jaw, against his scent gland.
The warmth and comforting scents and softness of Langa’s skin are seductive, soothing. Blinking sleepy eyes open, Miya pulls back abruptly. He realizes suddenly that he’s spent the last few minutes lapping his tongue over and pressing kisses to Langa’s neck and glands, as his hips slowly rut forward against Langa’s long thigh. Langa, for his part, has his head thrown back and is nearly purring with contentment, bracing Miya with a hand on his ass, fingers touching just the edge of the wetness coming from his hole.
The purr dies away as Langa opens guileless pale eyes and looks at Miya. “What’s wrong?”
Miya licks lips that are wet with spit and the taste of Langa. “I -” he stops, cuts off the lie he was going to tell. They’re both trapped here, owned by Mr Ainosuke for the next few years. If he can’t trust Langa, it’ll be a long fucking few years. “I presented and immediately came here,” he finally says. “I don’t know - how to be an omega.”
Langa’s eyes soften, and he reclines onto his back and gently tugs at Miya until he’s stretched out on top. “Touch,” he murmurs, and presses his lips under Miya’s jaw. The stimulated gland sends out waves of contentment through Miya’s body. “And being together. By claiming us, Ainosuke connected us together.” He pulls back a moment, unsure. “I mean, we don’t - it’s not like required, I don’t want to force you -”
Miya shakes his head before settling down, running hands up and down Langa’s sides. “No, I think I like this? It feels - right. Good.”
A purr rumbles through Langa’s chest as he starts to touch Miya back. He shifts his hips up, spreading his legs so Miya fits in the cradle of his thighs. “Why don’t you fuck me a little? You can feel how wet I got for you.”
Oh yeah, this is something Miya read about, in his health classes. Omega on omega sex is seen as something far different from alpha-omega or even beta-omega sex. It’s considered to be more like masturbation than anything, something that could never lead to children and is done mostly for comfort. Just another thing that Miya with his whirlwind presentation never got to experience.
At Miya’s nod Langa spreads his legs more. Glancing down Miya can see he is indeed wet, the lips of his cunt plump and pink with interest. Reaching down, Miya slides a finger inside and draws it up, ending by rubbing small circles over Langa’s clit. Langa breathes a little faster, a whine in the back of his throat.
Long, cool fingers wrap around Miya’s cock, stroking him gently until he’s fully hard. Miya squirms a little in embarrassment - his cocklet isn’t anything like what Ainosuke is packing, or even Tadashi. Langa murmurs soothing sounds, his touch gentle and arousing. It’s not long before Miya knocks Langa’s hand away and pushes himself up on his arms to see what he’s doing.
Miya’s never fucked anything other than his hand before, so this is something new for him. Langa helpfully spreads his legs and pulls his cunt open, pale fingers stark against the red of his slick insides. Miya guides himself forward and in, closing his eyes as soft, wet skin envelops his cock.
They both pause for a moment. It can’t be much of an adjustment for Langa and Miya feels a faint blush of shame even as he tells himself that nothing could measure up to Ainosuke’s cock. Langa seems to be happy though, wrapping his legs around Miya’s narrow hips to pull him in as close as possible. It’s - good, it feels warm and wet and right, like he just stepped into a welcoming onsen after a long day. Miya presses in close, then pulls out a bit before pressing in again. Langa is nearly frictionless inside, his omega slick and Miya’s modest size making the ride easy, easy.
Miya slides a hand down, rubs a thumb over Langa’s clit in time with his lazy thrusts. Langa moans softly, his legs tightening. It’s not too long before he grunts his orgasm out, the walls of his cunt closing rhythmically around Miya’s cock. It feels incredible, like Langa’s cunt is milking his own orgasm out of him. With a sigh Miya feels his small balls draw up, feels his cock twitch and pulse and throb and shoot little spurts of omega come deep into Langa.
They stay like that for awhile, Miya softening and slowly slipping out of the other boy. Everything is warm and smells like slick and them, and it’s not long before breaths lengthen and both of them drift off into sleep.
(When Tadashi pokes his head into the room some hours later, wondering where they are, he spots them curled around each other in the nest like tired kittens. Something almost like a smile crosses his lips before vanishing like it was never there.)
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Okay, fine. Having Langa around can be…all right, sometimes. Maybe even occasionally nice.
When Miya’s next heat hits, it starts out normal. Ainosuke dotes on him, soothing Miya’s overheated and overaroused body with gentle touches. Miya can take him without pain now, and Ainosuke makes sure they fuck in front of some cameras so they can watch it again later on. There are cameras everywhere in the house, but he has special ones arranged in his office just for Miya and Langa.
Ainosuke carries Miya into his own bedroom, sits in an armchair that’s been placed in front of an enormous mirror. He takes pleasure in narrating what they’re doing, what he’s doing to Miya.
“Look at that little hole of yours, Miya-kun. Look how red and swollen and wet, how it practically eats my fingers up. Take a deep breath now, yes? I don’t want to hurt you.” A deep groan. “Ohhh, look how well you take me, Miya-kun. You were made for me, darling.”
Miya watches with dazed, heat-drenched eyes as Ainosuke slowly fucks him, his cock showing as a bulge in Miya’s lower belly. His knot pops, and together they work it into Miya’s small body. It’s still a bit of pain at first, but once his knot is inside and pressing against Miya’s prostate it’s just waves and waves of pleasure. Ainosuke’s balls are round and heavy, visibly throbbing with every pump of thick alpha come he releases into Miya.
There’s a touch to Miya’s knee, and he blinks as he slowly focuses on where Langa is knelt at their feet. At Ainosuke’s encouragement he leans forward and takes Miya’s cock into his mouth, where he slowly laves his tongue over hot, excited skin. It’s soon too much and Miya comes with a helpless moan, trapped between the twin pleasures of Ainosuke knotting him and Langa sucking him.
Langa swallows down the mouthful of thin, sweet omega come, but doesn’t move away. He stays there for as long as Ainosuke knots Miya, his soft mouth working and bringing Miya to orgasm over and over again. The frenzy of heat means that refractory periods vanish, and so Miya comes and comes, his brain blasted blank from the overrush of endorphins.
At some point he loses consciousness, overcome with the heat and pleasure. Miya wakes in Ainosuke’s bed, sandwiched between Langa and Ainosuke. His belly bulges slightly with come and he can feel a hot drip of it slowly slide down his thigh from his ass. His cock is warm, and he realizes he’s inside of Langa, the other boy’s ass and back pressed against Miya’s hips and chest.
Ainosuke wakes up at Miya’s slight movement, nuzzling against the back of his neck. He pushes thick fingers into Miya’s swollen hole, sliding though his come-filled insides to slowly massage another orgasm out of him. Miya’s cock twitches, sending a trickle of come into Langa as he sighs his orgasm out.
His heat passes like that - his alpha and his fellow omega keeping him so filled with pleasure it all goes by in a whirlwind. When Miya fully comes to his senses and the heat has passed, his body is one big pleasant ache. He walks around dripping come for what feels like days, and now he’s got this Pavlovian response that makes his cock twitch every time Langa happens to be kneeling down.
Despite Miya’s initial misgivings, what Ainosuke had said would happen has come to pass: they’re a little family now, Ainosuke and Miya and Langa, with Tadashi shoring up the sides with his calm presence.
It’s this closeness that means Langa bursts into Miya room nearly in tears one day, and Miya soon figures out it’s because he’s found out about Tadashi. It takes a minute for him to calm the other boy down and get the story out.
Langa had gone searching for Ainosuke, and had eventually found him in the white tiled room, the one that has drains and hoses for easy cleanup. There had been leashes and cuffs and the flogger with the chain ends and so then there was blood, and Langa had freaked out and fled.
Miya pets him, fingers running through sweat-damp blue hair. He tries to explain it, how Ainosuke has these darker urges that make him want to do things that would break an omega. Instead he has Tadashi who - Miya doesn’t know what it was like at the start, but he knows that Tadashi likes what Ainosuke does to him now. That what he does is out of love, even if it doesn’t look like it.
Langa is naïve in strange ways, and there’s an innocence and a big heart hidden behind his stoic face that has been revealed slowly to Miya over the past months. Something in Miya wants to protect that, to keep him soft and safe. He tells Langa that it’s okay, that he’ll make sure Tadashi is fine.
Miya runs his hands across Langa’s skin over and over, like he’s soothing a panicked horse. When he finally calms, Miya pushes his legs apart and settles between them. He eats Langa out until his back arches and he cries out, until his cunt throbs and clenches around Miya’s fingers and tongue, until his slick has gushed out to soak the sheets below. He falls asleep in Miya’s arms, not even waking when Miya slides his cock between come-slick thighs and adds his own come to the mess underneath them.
The next night Miya waits until the house has gone to sleep before slipping out of his bed. He pads through dark hallways until he reaches a room whose door is closed but not locked. Opening it silently, he slips inside. Miya isn’t sure when he started doing this, when he felt the need to start doing this. He just knows that after Ainosuke has been particularly rough, he’ll find Tadashi and try to do for Tadashi what Tadashi does for everyone else in the house. Just - take care, the best he can.
Tadashi is on his side, his dark hair gleaming in a blade of moonlight that cuts through the curtains. Miya climbs up onto the bed and clambers over to him, his slight weight not moving the thick mattress much. Once there it’s clear why Tadashi is on his side - there are lines of blood showing through his white t-shirt, gluing the cotton to the wounds.
Miya doesn’t know how the man got through work that day. Hopefully he was in an office doing paperwork somewhere.
He touches Tadashi’s shoulder gently, is encouraged when a hand comes up to cover his own. Miya runs his other hand through hair that in the darkness is as deep black as his own. “Will you let me clean this up a bit?” he asks into the quiet. “You wouldn’t want the sheets to get messy, would you?”
A long pause, before Tadashi breathes out and slowly sits up. Miya takes his hand and leads him into the bathroom, not bothering to turn on more than just a single dim light. He turns the shower on, makes it warm but not burning. He pulls Tadashi’s sleep pants off and gets undressed himself, but leaves the blood-stained shirt on.
Miya slowly gets Tadashi under the spray. It’s clear that even the slight pressure of water on his back hurts, but taking the shirt off dry would mean ripping the wounds open. Once everything is wet enough, Miya carefully helps Tadashi get his shirt off. The cuts on his back are…vicious, the cruelty in them dripping as clearly as the blood.
Biting his lip and his brows drawing down in confusion and worry, Miya wonders not for the first time why Ainosuke seems to need to do this. Why he’s so cruel to Tadashi while treating his omegas like precious jewelry. Tadashi is Ainosuke’s other half in a way the omegas can never be, yet Ainosuke is simultaneously dismissive yet rabidly possessive of the man. It’s a conundrum that Miya can’t figure out, doesn’t know if he wants to figure out.
There’s a first aid kit that Miya gets, and he cleans off old blood and lymph. None of the wounds seem to be actively bleeding any longer, though Miya wants to cover them with gauze before Tadashi gets redressed so they don’t run the risk of sticking again. He has Tadashi sit on the bench in the shower, washes the man’s hair carefully. A hand is held above Tadashi’s eyes, shielding them from soap and water.
Once he’s clean head to toe and standing once more, Miya steps forward and wraps thin arms around Tadashi’s waist, just holding him. A long minute, then Tadashi’s arms come up around Miya. They stand there in the quiet, everything slightly unreal in the dim light and steam and soft hiss of water. Miya looks up at where water drips from the ends of dark hair and off a long nose, and feels a wash of warmth through him that he now knows is his omega sense of family and contentment and completeness.
Miya gets up on his tiptoes, tilts his head. Catches thin lips with his own and waits, waits until there’s a soft sigh of breath and a mouth that responds to his own. Tadashi always kisses somewhat reluctantly - not like he doesn’t want to, but like he’s not sure he should, not sure he deserves to. Miya slides his hands up to cradle his jaw, tries to communicate through lips and tongue that Tadashi is loved, cared for.
They stand there kissing until Miya is squirming, wanting to rut against Tadashi’s long thigh. He can feel Tadashi’s cock, warm and half-hard against his hip. One last kiss and Miya pulls back and turns around. He stands with his chest pressed to the clear glass of the shower wall and pulls his cheeks apart with his hands, showing where his hole is wet and leaking. Turning his head he watches Tadashi. Green eyes move down Miya’s body until they stop, pupils expanding. Tadashi doesn’t say anything but the way his cock thickens and flushes red speaks to his interest.
Miya stays like that until his hands are moved aside in favor of Tadashi’s, until Tadashi sinks into him slowly. He pulls out slowly, seeming to savor how Miya’s walls cling to his cock just a bit before he pushes back in. Miya sighs in pleasure. There’s something he loves about fucking Tadashi - it doesn’t have the formality or importance of when Ainosuke fucks him, but it’s more somehow than when he and Langa fuck.
Soon Tadashi is fucking him hard, fucking him steadily. Miya braces himself with his hands and cheek pressed to the shower door, trying not to moan. With his eyes half closed he nearly misses the movement of the door silently opening. Wide blue eyes peer through the opening, and take in Tadashi fucking Miya, take in how they’re comfortable with each other, take in how there’s already smears of Miya’s come on the shower glass and his untouched cock is working towards a second orgasm.
Miya’s wide eyes catch Langa’s to try to say please don’t say anything, please don’t go to Ainosuke with everything he has in him. Just then Tadashi grunts and thrusts deep inside, throbbing as he starts to fill Miiya up with his come. Miya’s eyes close as Tadashi scrapes over his prostate and he comes himself, his small cock bobbing in the air as he spurts come over the previous load streaking the shower wall. When he opens his eyes again, the bathroom door is shut and Langa is gone.
Movement slows and stops, as both breathe harshly into the thick, steamy air. Tadashi presses his forehead to Miya’s back for just a moment before he straightens and pulls out. Miya winces as his hole gapes open, feeling the air on his insides for a moment before he slowly closes up. They get out of the shower and Miya makes Tadashi sit while he carefully dries him off and bandages his wounds up with protective gauze.
They redress in sleep clothes, though once in bed Tadashi rolls Miya over and pulls his pants down. Like he does every time they fuck, he eats Miya out until there’s no trace of his come to be seen in Miya’s ass, until Miya cries out softly and comes one last time across Tadashi’s sheets.
He has to be clean for Ainosuke.
They curl up and Tadashi falls asleep, but Miya stares out into the darkness. Once he’s sure Tadashi is deep in slumber he gets up carefully, arranging the bedclothes so it doesn’t look like there had been another person in there. He silently makes his way out of the room and down the hall to where Langa’s rooms are.
Slipping inside, he climbs into Langa’s nest, only for a long finger to jab him in the chest. “What the hell!” Langa hisses out. “You can’t - do that!”
Miya sighs as he presses his fingers to Langa’s lips, quieting him. He then presses a kiss to those lips, before saying, “Shhh.” He flops back into the nest, landing on a bright yellow hoodie that he doesn’t recognize before fixing Langa with a stern emerald gaze. “Listen. You can’t tell Ainosuke.” He reaches a hand out, grabs Langa’s wrist. “You can’t.”
“But he’s our alpha!”
“Yes, he is. There’s also - there’s something wrong with him, Langa. I know you’ve seen it.” Langa looks down and away, until he finally looks back at Miya with a hesitant nod. Miya continues. “Whatever it is, he gets it out with Tadashi. Tadashi is our wall, protecting us from whatever crazy is bouncing around in Ainosuke’s head. I just…he’s part of the family too, you know? So when things happen I check in on him, make sure he’s okay.”
“And you do that by fucking him?” Langa says, a bit snidely.
Miya shrugs. “Sometimes. I just think that he could use some nice sex without violence every once in awhile.”
Langa sighs, drops back into the nest to lay beside Miya. “If the alpha finds out…”
Miya can’t help the shudder that runs through him. He knows that he would be punished but Tadashi… He doesn’t want to think about what would happen to Tadashi. “I know. I just -” He stares at the ceiling for a moment. “I just want him to be okay.”
“Okay. If you say so.” They’re quiet for a moment, before Langa rolls over to warp his arms around Miya.
Needy little omega, Miya thinks with fondness.
“You smell a little like him,” Langa says after a moment. He’s always had a far sharper nose than Miya, who shrugs.
“Probably.”
“You know that Ainosuke likes morning sex too, right? Is he going to…you know. Know that you fucked?”
Miya smiles sleepily. “Don’t worry, he cleaned me up very well.”
“Oh, ew! Really?”
“Come, on, you can’t tell me no one has ever eaten your ass out before?”
“No!”
“Well, remind me to sometime. I promise you’ll like it.”
They banter quietly into the night, until Langa’s words blur into exhaustion and he falls asleep mid sentencet. Miya stays awake, fingers browsing absently through silky hair, staring out the window into the night beyond.
He feels like on one hand, they’re finally becoming a cohesive family. On the other, he feels like he has this secret life that’s on a precipice and is going to come crashing down, and he doesn’t know how to reconcile the two.
Eyes aching from staring blankly into the darkness, Miya buries his head in his pillow and goes to sleep. He doesn’t notice the smallest glint of a camera lens up in the corner of the room near the ceiling.