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Kaoru doesn’t know when exactly he was appointed the role of ‘surrogate mother to a group of dimwits’ but such is life, and he had long resigned to his fate. He was their rock, be it in terms of emotional stability, life advice, or financial prowess. At the same time, Kojiro was their joy, and Hiromi faded in and out of the background like a very supportive uncle that moonlighted as a moody teenager, even more so than the two actual teenagers in the pack.
They worked, and Kaoru could honestly say that he had a lot of love in his life—so much that he hardly knew what to do with it all sometimes. Still, being the eldest omega in a group filled with partially underaged, hyper-affectionate, overly-emotional dipshits did not come without its own set of troubles. One of which was that Kaoru had unceremoniously become the group focal point for all things pleasure. Kaoru’s pack was insatiable, and the adoration they held for him and each other—physically and emotionally—seemed infinite.
“Miya, for the love of god, stop humping me.”
Kaoru glanced down, peeking over his wire-rimmed glasses at the youngest omega of the group cuddled up against his side. They were sitting around the low chabudai dinner table of the home they’d rented for the weekend on the Ryukyu Islands, nestled in the arboraceous mountainside above the Okinawan waters. Dinner had just been served, and everyone had eaten more than their fair share of the prepared spread of food.
“I’m sorry,” Miya mumbled, notably not stopping. If anything, his hips moved faster beneath the fabric of his cropped linen shorts. “You smell so pretty. It’s like dessert.”
Kaoru sighed, wrapping his arm around Miya’s shoulders to scratch his nails tenderly across the boy’s scalp. He was only thirteen, freshly presented and coming into his own as a young unmated, though not unclaimed, omega. Before he had presented, he was fickle with affection. Sometimes he wanted it incessantly, while other times violently rejecting it altogether. Though, after his presentation, his body began to change, and the onset of hormones flooding his body made him yearn for the solace his pack provided, constantly.
He sought comfort from Kaoru and Reki most often since they were both omegas, familiar and soothing with their gentle scents. Sometimes he gravitated towards Hiromi, given the man’s neutral nature as a beta. The most noticeable change was his newfound flirtatiousness directed toward Joe. The coy remarks and little flaunting gestures of his body were still laced with childhood innocence, but their intent had grown pointed—longing—and it had increased in terms of frequency. Joe was their dominant alpha; they all held his bite, even Langa, and it wasnt surprising at all to any of them that the boy was seeking out his attention first. He would want Langa, too, after his first heat.
The event had yet to occur officially, but it would soon, and Kaoru was a frequent target of the mounting frustration brewing amongst them all. Miya’s want was palpable, and everyone in the pack could feel it. They wanted to mate him so badly. They were all so excited, but they had to wait until his body was ready. It felt like torture, but despite how he knew they all felt, Kaoru knew that Miya was feeling the worst most of all. Miya just wanted to feel good, and he couldn’t receive pleasure how he wanted to yet. Still, despite his disappointment, the boy was finding every possible alternative in the meantime. The hunt for satiety was never-ending.
“You’re going to rub yourself raw, kitten,” Kojiro said, thumbing through the town’s local newspaper. Kaoru could tell he’d been “reading” the same page for at least ten minutes. Miya's slow output of pheromones was steadily filling the room, increasingly distracting as he chased after his orgasm.
Kaoru sighed as Miya cozied up closer, wrapping his arms around Kaoru’s waist and purring loudly as he sniffed the older omega’s scent glands. His cock was hard as he humped Kaoru’s hip, though he was still small enough that the length felt like little more than a bump against his side. Kaoru shared a tired look with Kojiro, and the alpha smiled amusingly in return.
“At least let him do it against your leg, baby. He’s going to hurt himself,” Joe said, motioning to the layers of clothing between them.
Kaoru looked down at Miya, all big green eyes and long lashes, and he relented, reaching down into the boy’s lap to unzip his shorts. Langa and Reki lay on the tatami-lined floors across the room while Kaoru got Miya undressed. They kissed lazily as they rubbed each other’s bellies, whispering into each other’s mouths. Langa sniffed the air between their kisses, and they deepened hastily until the two were rutting against each other, leaking out their own sweet scents of arousal. A soft growl was the only warning anyone got before Reki was face down against the floor.
“Gentle!” Kaoru said, attempting to unfasten his obe with Miya clawing to get his mouth on Kaoru’s nipples. “Kojiro, some help, please?”
“Of course, Princess,” he said, moving over to Kaoru’s side of the table with Miya. He gripped the back of the boy’s neck, making him go a little limp as Kaoru hastily opened his yukata enough to expose the side of his stomach, the swell of his hip, and his leg. “Good?”
“Yeah. Give him here,” Kaoru said, bracing himself for the collision when Miya’s energy returned once his scruff was released.
He cozied up to Kaoru, dripping at the slit and wet against Kaoru’s skin when the humping started again. Moans poured out of his mouth as he looked up at the older omega, whining as he palmed at Kaoru’s hardening cock through the loose yukata.
“No, no,” Kaoru said, tweaking one of Miya’s nipples to soothe him. “I want you to feel good, baby. Just make yourself feel good, okay?”
“Okay,” Miya said, kissing any skin of Kaoru’s that he could reach. Kaoru met him halfway, kissing him softly and slowly to relax the young omega’s pace.
Kojiro went to the opposite end of the room, squatting down next to Langa and Reki as the younger alpha positioned himself to mount the omega. Kaoru swooned at the firmness in Kojiro's voice as he instructed Langa on what to do: how to mount Reki so that the omega was comfortable, how to hit the spots that made it feel good instead of painful, and how to handle his knot outside of Reki’s heats. They’d done this multiple times since Langa joined their pack and Reki debuted late as an omega, but the refresher never hurt. They were still young and learning; having too much guidance was always better than not having enough and accidents happening as a result.
It made Kaoru think about him and Kojiro when they were that age, growing together and apart as life connected and disconnected them until they were ready to settle. They had many awkward firsts, some painful lasts, and lots of love shared together over the years. It felt right when their family of two grew, and they had love to give now to a group of people who needed to give it as much as they needed to receive it. His heart felt full as he watched, and desire pooled in the bottom of his belly when he saw how much the scene was affecting his mate—the evidence clear in the tent of his pants—but still, Kojiro kept his composure and merely watched, giving pointers and watching as the two fell into each other.
Miya was fairing no better. He’d somehow managed to coax Kaoru’s yukata to open further, exposing the dusty pink of his right nipple. Before Kaoru could get out a word, the young omega’s hot wet mouth was latched on to the sensitive bud. His purrs elongated as he sucked, using the full motion of a proper latch like he knew there was secretly milk to be found in the glans there. There wasn’t, and wouldn’t be until Kaoru stopped taking his suppressants, but with the restlessness brewing in their horde, he wouldn’t take a chance on bringing another human into the mix until things were more settled. When Langa and Reki went off to or at least started college and Miya was a few heats in and more regulated, maybe.
“Fuck,” Kaoru groaned, closing his eyes for a moment to center his breathing. “You’re doing so good, baby.”
“Thank you, Mommy,” Miya sighed, rutting harder against Kaoru as little moans spilled from his lips.
He couldn’t deny the effect Miya’s mouth was having on his body, and his own purring began to rumble in his chest too. The high creeping up from the young omega’s toes eventually eclipsed, and a small rope of come landed pitifully on Kaoru’s side. The omega was not yet able to make enough ejaculate to cover his hip, but his face showed his bliss all the same.
Kaoru praised Miya as he came down. The boy had released Kaoru’s nipple to let moans that cracked from the constant changes in his voice flow freely. Reki and Langa met their climaxes together as well, growling passionately at each other as Langa nipped at the nape of Reki’s neck. His own— smaller—mate mark was nestled there, and Kaoru enjoyed seeing the satiety that the mark brought them—how bonded it made them—when they indulged in their pleasure together.
All of the kids abandoned the dining room after that, instructed by both of their pack leaders to hit the showers and get ready for bed. Kojiro crowded into Kaoru’s space after they were gone, and Hiromi awoke to the smell of sex and the heavy weight of desire between the two mates.
“I’m gonna give you two some privacy,” Hiromi said, barely making it out of the room before Kaoru was sheathed on Kojiro’s cock, bouncing mercilessly until he reached his climax.
“I’m going to drain you of every single drop of cum you have,” Kaoru said, his brow sweat-slick and his thighs wet with their joint releases.
Kojiro smiled into Kaoru’s mouth as they kissed, and he took his omega up on that challenge, uninterrupted, for the rest of the night.