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Lance was fairly sure Keith had left the den some hours ago, probably to run the perimeter like usual and whatever else he got up to early in the morning without him.
Most mornings, he woke early with Keith and followed along as the sure-footed fox shifter ran through his familiar territory. Keith was patient with Lance's initial reluctance to venture out, but only had so much of it within him. Once Keith was sure Lance knew the layout of the territory, and areas to most look out for, or places prey liked to lounge, he trusted Lance to be by himself in his home territory. Still, Lance enjoyed accompanying Keith as much as possible. Some days, Lance treated their morning runs together as a game of chase, nipping at Keith's paws when he got close enough, and chittering happily when Keith would take the bait and come after him.
Those days usually ended with Lance in his human skin, face down in the safety of their den.
Other days, Lance leisurely followed Keith's path, content to enjoy the morning with a slow walk, or even a small exploratory trek to places he hadn't fully seen yet.
In the short time period that Lance had been in Keith's life, Lance found himself more intricately woven into Keith's day. As the middle of mating season bled into colder weather, Lance found himself thinking about his old home less and less. He didn't mind it, and he found that he didn't particularly miss it either. The only thing he truly missed was his family and their persistent presence that he had been so used to, and he hoped to visit them once the snows of the cold season laid and thawed. He found that he liked the privacy with Keith though.
Recently, the mornings had been laden with a cold, killing frost, and the den stayed shut and mostly sealed against the elements. Lance had already convinced Keith to let him build out the den in the coming warm season to better prepare it for the time they liked to spend in their human skin. Lance came from a pack with creature comforts- full cabins with fireplaces to keep warm and dry in the winter, with plumbing and windows. Keith had told Lance he rarely if ever sought out the human village nearby to trade, but Lance was grateful that Keith was so willing to try. Keith had told Lance it wasn't a hate of the humans that kept him so isolated, just a fear of the unknown. Lance was hopeful.
He held onto that hope -was excited even- to help Keith with his home and his territory, until his morning runs with his partner swiftly started to end early due to a persistent morning illness. When he and Keith realized why after the 5th morning in a row of Lance finding the nearest bush to yak his breakfast into, either in human skin or fox, Keith became more insistent on Lance staying in the den on the coldest mornings. Now, deep into the cold season, when snow falls heavy outside the warmth of their den, Lance is no stranger to waking up to a slowly cooling Keith shaped absence in their nest.
Lance found himself missing Shiro more those mornings.
Shiro was the loveliest enigma to Lance. His presence was that of a ghost. He stayed through the remainder of Lance's heat and the tail end of Keith's. At first he spoke little to Lance in some shy attempt at modesty in their heat-nest. As time went on though, Shiro proved to be just as possessive and thorough a lover as Keith.
When the omegas weren't entirely heat drunk, Shiro would spend hours talking with them about his adventures travelling, or about creatures he'd fought in his territory once. Lance would tell Shiro and Keith about his life back home with his pack and his busy, active family. Keith would tell them about the land he came from, how he met Shiro and settled in the den they laid in. How he crafted the shelves and soaked the branches to weave the barrier edge of his nest.
Then, when Keith's heat finally bled out, Shiro spent a day helping the omega pair with the aftermath of their heat. He apologized with a kiss on Lance's temple and on Keith's cheek, scented them both, and returned to his territory with a promise to return soon.
Keith had seemed unbothered by the turn of events, but that was what felt like ages ago to Lance. And he ached, he missed the alpha. He didn't fully understand Keith and Shiro's relationship- loose but full of boundless trust for each other. How did Keith stand these long periods where Shiro seemingly fucked off into the unknown? Lance had inquired as much, but Keith would shrug and tell Lance some nonsense like 'he has ground to cover' or 'he likes to be alone' and whatnot. Lance often times found himself quieted on the matter by Keith's strong, nimble fingers and clever mouth. He doesn't much mind Keith's methods, and he'd decided a while back to trust that Shiro would return, much like Keith did.
But, for a while, there was a Shiro sized ache he couldn't quite rationalize away. He hardly knew the alpha, why would he miss Shiro as much as he did? As it turns out, nature had decided to answer that one for Lance. But as time went on, it was clear to both omegas that Lance was experiencing a false pregnancy. He knew his momma and sisters experienced them, and now he suspected his luck with avoiding the family legacy was over with his (however late) presentation.
His symptoms intensified with the recent development of Keith bringing Shiro's scent back to the den, with the news that Shiro would come back soon. Keith had laid Lance out on the fresh furs of their nest and rode Lance hard that night. Lance had squealed when Keith's fingers pinched his over sensitive nipples, thrashed as those same hands held Lance's arms still while Keith's tongue dragged up the trails of watery milk sliding down Lance's tiny peaked breasts. Lance fell asleep that night to Keith's fingers lazily stroking his (newly) slightly swollen belly.
That had been a couple of days ago. Now, Lance wakes to his arms empty, but a familiar heavy arm slung around his waist, and the heady scent of alpha rut. Heavy with sleep, Lance doesn't even take stock in his body before pushing his ass back to the hard cock resting against the small of his back, sleepily hitching up to attempt to get it closer to where he had been slicking in his sleep. A familiar growl rumbles low behind him before a mouth settles on the back of his neck. Shiro softly sets his teeth to Lance's sensitive neck glands and holds him there while his arm snakes around to hitch Lance's leg up.
"Shiroo-" Lance's moan is high and choked off as he feels the head of Shiro's cock glance against his wet hole. Shiro's hand squeeze's Lance's thigh where he's lofted it above them, trying to keep his hips from twitching too hard and not quite succeeding. Lance feels a deep rumble through the teeth on his neck and whimpers as he reaches a hand down to touch Shiro's cock where it's gently rubbing against his hole and his taint, jumping with the small twitches in Shiro's strong hips.
The air around them is heavy with the musk of Shiro's rut scent and Lance's sweet slick. Every breath Lance takes has that inescapable thickness to it. Shiro has probably been waiting for Lance to wake for a while, still somehow a gentleman even with rut brain.
Lance cranes his head to the side, inviting Shiro in further as he strokes the hefty precome leaking from Shiro's cock and brings it to his hole. His hips twitch towards his fingers as he gathers the slick that's slid down his cheeks and uses it to stuff two fingers inside with a gasping moan. Keith had cleaned out his spend from Lance's hole the night before, but he still feels loose enough that his fingers slide deep and quick with hardly any resistance. His hole flutters as he grabs Shiro's hand with his other arm and drags it to his leaking nipples.
Shiro answers by rolling Lance over onto his chest in the furs and dragging his ass up into the air, hardly having felt the milk on Lance's breasts before he seems to lose himself a little more. Lance doesn't think much about Shiro's lack of words as he lines up his cock and slides in to the hilt without any preamble, and he answers Lance's wail into the furs of the nest with a low snarl, his hand squeezing hard on Lance's hip. Shiro's immediate, brutal pace has Lance panting with each pump of his cock, overwhelmed by the sudden fucking Shiro is giving him. The sting from the stretch and hard treatment isn't unwanted, but Keith fucking Lance last night before falling asleep did little to fully prepare him for the alpha's rougher treatment.
Lance attempts to pant out through Shiro's pace, "Sh-shi-ro," but just as quickly as Shiro had Lance ass up for him, he wraps his arm around Lance's front and roughly pinches a drooling nipple while lifting Lance to hold him flush against his chest, his pace unfaltering. Lance feels watery milk slide onto Shiro's large, bruising fingers and down his chest. Shiro's chest keeps up a constant rumble against Lance's back, somewhere between a growl and a purr, and he bites Lance's bared neck. His teeth practically scruff the omega before moving to a new spot and sucking a vibrant, purple mark there.
Each hard thrust of Shiro's hips are accompanied by a squeeze to the breast cupped in Shiro's hand. Lance's senses are overwhelmed by the air around them, the milk falling from his aching nipples. Shiro's hips pound into him and shake his whole body, his moans hitching from the force behind the thrusts.
Lance feels his slick dribble down his leg, probably soon to be joined by his cum and milk, if Shiro keeps up his pace. His small cock swings untouched between his legs while Shiro pounds in, what feels like harder and harder. Lance's noises have fallen from an attempt at a warbled cry to puffing breaths, hitching up the closer Shiro barrels him to a climax. Lance's hands are groping back, reaching for Shiro's hips, both in an attempt to slow him down and an attempt to warn him. He only succeeds at holding on as Shiro's fangs pierce his neck, over the gland Keith loves to leave his marks on.
Lance's climax comes with a squeal, Shiro's strong arm holding the omega up as he shakes through it, unprepared for the swiftness and intensity of it. At the same time, Shiro's hips don't falter, but around Lance's neck he lets out a long moan as his knot swells with each pump of his hips. Lance's hole clenches through the aftershocks of his orgasm, and as Shiro slides his growing knot home, Lance groans low as his hole milks Shiro's cock.
Just as quickly as Shiro's brutal pace started, he stops with the deepest thrust he's managed yet, pulling Lance down hard onto his cock and moaning low in his ear. His knot reaches it's full size as Lance feels the heat of the alpha's cum fill him. The volume of his spend is enough for Lance's legs to shake out from under him, but Shiro holds him steady with his arm firm around him.
Locked in and hips twitching, Shiro moves them both to sit back against the wall of the nest and pulls Lance's twitching form back to rest against his still rumbling chest. Lance is still panting, his hole occasionally spasming around Shiro's thick knot, when Shiro speaks.
"Mm. Lance."
It's muttered into his hair where Shiro has taken to nuzzling now instead of assaulting his neck with his teeth. There's a growling undertone in his voice as he speaks. His hips gently twitch with each milking pull of Lance's hole, still coming with each spasm.
His panting slowing down, Lance leans his head back against Shiro's shoulder and nibbles the patch of chin he can reach, sighing, "You came back. Missed you."
Shiro rumbles harder in answer but only drops his hand to stroke against the small swell of Lance's belly. He rubs particularly firmly for a moment before taking his ministrations up towards Lance's overstimulated nipples. His chest is slightly messy now, and Shiro takes his time to gather up the milk that hasn't dried on his fingers before lifting them to Lance's mouth.
Lance, twitching from slight overstimulation and the knot still locked inside him, dazedly opens his mouth to curl his tongue around thick fingers, tasting the watery milk. Shiro drags his tongue in a thick swipe across Lance's shoulder as he sucks on the alpha's fingers before the alpha adds to the growing collection of purpling marks on the omega's skin.
Eventually, Shiro's knot slowly deflates as he feeds Lance his own milk, only briefly tasting it with a rumble between feeding Lance. They both make no move to separate as Shiro holds Lance on his soft cock, despite the mess dribbling out of Lance's swollen hole. When Shiro's cleaned up the majority of Lance's messy chest, he settles for snuffling Lance's neck while he holds his fingers on Lance's tongue.
Lance, freshly fucked and content to cockwarm until Keith comes back to then den, sucks Shiro's fingers before Shiro goes back to stroking his stomach. Lance dozes off to the rumbles of the alpha against his back.
As Lance wakes, he is unsure how much time has passed. The pelt curtains hung over the den's entrance are too thick to let light pass, but as he becomes more aware of the den around him, he feels like not too much time should have passed. The reason being that he's still being held by Shiro, arm wrapped around his waist and petting down his side. Shiro's cock has long been softened, but Shiro only dutifully rumbles against Lance's back and hasn't, apparently, moved enough to slip out.
It's a good thing Lance comes to when he does, because as soon as he's done taking stock of the situation, Shiro tenses around him. An almost subvocal growl leaks out of his mouth as he bares a silent snarl over Lance's shoulder and towards the den's entrance. Lance whimpers and bares his neck towards the alpha again while a hand goes to hold the deadlock grip Shiro has around his waist.
The tip of Keith's fox nose breaks the seal against the cold that the pelt curtains create, and the rest of his vulpine body slinks through the crack. His sharp eyes lock onto Shiro and Lance as Shiro's growls become more warning than before. The sleek fox pauses where he was approaching the nest with casualty. His gaze quickly bounces from the grip Shiro has on Lance's waist, to Shiro's cock where it sits buried inside of Lance, to the mottled purple bruises and teeth marks painting Lance's throat like a collar, to the bared fangs of Shiro over the omega's shoulder.
Keith's fox fur sheds quickly as he approaches, quiet and calculating. The closer he gets to the pair, the louder Shiro's growling becomes. Keith's lip lifts in a snarl of his own, locking eyes with the alpha with a distasteful wrinkle on his nose. There's a disappointment that flashes through the sharp, fresh wintery scent that follows him in from beyond the den, but swiftly it's replaced with a playfulness that also shines in his eyes. Keith's eyelashes flutter as he takes a deep breath of the heavy air inside the den, now colored with the thick scent of alpha spend and fresh omega slick, milk, and sweat. The omega's answering snarl to Shiro morphs slightly as he licks his bottom lip.
Lance whimpers as the arm wrapped around his waist pulls him down, grinding the alpha's suddenly stiffening cock inside him. In the time they'd had to rest, Shiro's cum and Lance's slick had leaked so much from around Shiro's cock, and now what was left undried squelches between them obscenely with the alpha's movement. Lance thinks that's what Shiro wanted.
"Keith," Lance whines, "Shiro is in rut." Lance had no idea why he felt the need to make excuses for the alpha, but it seems since the alpha is apparently incapable of the complexity of language, someone has to. It also possibly was useless to state something so obvious to the other omega, but a part of Lance wanted to make sure Keith knew he was very okay with the current situation.
Keith's eyes flick to Lance in thought before he wets his lips again with a quick swipe of his tongue in thought. He's perched a couple of feet away from them, right at the edge of the nest. Shiro's snarls have quieted some, but he still has a vice grip on Lance's waist. Lance feels a fresh bead of watery milk slide down his chest, unprompted by persistent fingers this time.
Keith cocks his head and watches the drop of milk make a new path down Lance's chest, a small delighted smile on his pretty face as he says, "That's my omega, Shiro."
Lance's hole flutters at Keith's voice. He fails to hold back a small moan at the possessiveness behind it.
He brushes his long hair out of his face before crawling closer, into the nest, "You didn't ask for my permission to breed him again, baby."
Shiro's cock slips out of Lance as he sits further upright with a loud snarl. Lance, in a daze, finds himself behind the broad alpha. Rut dumb alpha Shiro postures at an indifferent Keith while Lance takes advantage of the moment to move back further from the alpha and the omega and kneel in the corner of the nest. The omega quickly uses the moment to calculate the situation.
Shiro must have come in while Keith was gone. The omega didn't seem entirely surprised at his presence, but Lance suspects that's only because they'd been expecting him.
Shiro has to be in deep rut, otherwise the normally gentle alpha wouldn't be behaving quite the way he is.
He is fairly certain that Keith has done nothing but plot since he came back inside the den, too.
Before Lance is even finished with his thoughts, though, Keith's lunged at Shiro. Lance yelps in surprise before scrambling to press himself further into the edge of the nest and away from the struggling pair. He watches the two grapple each other, noting that Shiro seems to quickly lose steam with his half hearted attempts at holding the omega back. The alpha still keeps the snarls going, but he also doesn't use his full strength when attempting to pin the omega. It's almost as if the two are playing.
Despite this, his instincts are wild at the sight of the two fighting. Keith lands a particularly well placed swipe to the alpha's knees and Shiro goes down on his back. He immediately attempts to regain his footing, but the omega sits firmly on Shiro's chest and pins his arm down to the furs in one swift movement. His other hand goes to rest against the alpha's throat.
Lance, logically, knows that neither Keith nor Shiro would ever harm each other or himself, and he trusts Keith to have a handle on the situation. He's also fairly certain he's never witnessed an omega pin an alpha before today. Or seen an alpha willingly submit to an omega. Which is what Shiro is currently doing as he averts his eyes from the omega towards Lance briefly.
Lance's eyelids flutter as he watches the pair from his vantage point. Keith strokes his thumb over the thick vein in Shiro's throat and Shiro's snarl slowly relaxes until he lets out an open mouthed huff. Without thinking, Lance reaches down and gives his cock a soft stroke, heat running down his body in waves as he watches the alpha bare himself. He chokes back a gasp with his other hand to his mouth and watches Shiro tilt his head to the side for Keith, baring his throat to the omega.
"Good boy."
Keith's words instantly soften Shiro completely, like the tension from his rut bleeds out through the hand on his throat. The alpha moans as his hips twitch up slightly from where he lays out on the ground under Keith. Lance can't hold back his full moan behind his hand. He knows he's fully slicked back up between his legs from the display, and he kneels with his knees apart slightly to get a finger back to his wet hole again. His rim is soaking and swollen.
It's definitely the rut scent talking, but he's pretty sure his false pregnancy could turn into a real pregnancy from today's activities. His cock jumps at the thought.
Keith had looked over at Lance at the sound of the other omega's moan and watches where Lance's hand has disappeared between his legs. Keith locks eyes with Lance before he smirks and focuses back down on Shiro. The alpha has taken his hand from Keith's grip and is squeezing Keith's thigh where he's splayed across the alpha's chest, in time with the strokes of Keith's thumb on his neck.
Lance watches as Keith leans down and catches Shiro in a deep, open kiss. The other omega dives into Shiro like he's starved for the taste as soon as Shiro joins his tongue with Keith's. The alpha moans and strokes his hand up Keith's thigh to his hip and squeezes again. Lance wonders if Keith can taste the traces of his milk on Shiro's tongue.
Keith pulls up with a gasp and shudders over the alpha. He pants a few breaths, eyes closed, before he opens them and smiles down at Shiro. His hand holding Shiro's throat goes to cup the alpha's jaw.
"You did such a good job breeding him the first time," Keith's voice has a low rasp to it. Lance gasps. "But you didn't have permission to breed him again," Keith's gaze flickers to Lance as he says it.
"Maybe you should let Lance breed you?" Lance whimpers at Keith's words, brain foggy from the rut scent and the brutal pounding he'd had just earlier. Shiro moans loud and Lance can see his cock harden again from where it laid against his hip. Keith beckons Lance over to the pair and Lance crawls across the nest to them.
Lance wraps his arms around the omegas waist and peers up at him as Keith takes his hand and strokes Lance's sweat slick hair out of his face. His sensitive nipples brush against Keith's hips and he only just stops his hips from humping forward embarrassingly. A part of him, down deep inside, is delighted at the thought of scenting his mate like this. He thinks Keith can tell.
"Would you like that, Lance?" Lance nods as he looks up into Keith's hungry eyes. Keith's hand moves down to grip the back of Lance's neck and the omega pants a high moan out. Lance watches as Keith strokes Shiro's arm where he's been holding his waist in his hand, and Lance glances down to Shiro's face. He sees glassy lust in his eyes and lips slightly swollen from Keith's kiss. Lance can see him scent the air, the exact moment when the mixture of rut scent, slick, arousal, sweat, and milk hit the alpha as his eyes roll slightly.
Truthfully, he's not fucked Shiro before, and a part of him is nervous. He'd only ever fucked Keith when the omega was feeling like it, and usually Keith preferred to be buried in Lance on any particular day (not that he was complaining) but Keith's words also spurred a part of Lance that he didn't even know existed until this moment.
Lance smiles a sunny smile up to Keith as Shiro downright suffers below them, albeit patiently, and says, "Can you help me? So we can make sure it takes?"
Lance delights in hearing Shiro whimper below them, but he keeps Keith's gaze as the other omega moans above him. Keith slides back onto Shiro's stomach and before he pulls Lance up to sit on the alpha's chest Lance sees the tell-tale glistening of Keith's slick left behind on Shiro. Lance lets the other omega maneuver him and straddles Shiro's chest. As soon as he's astride the alpha, he pitches forward to Keith, arms around his shoulders, and kisses him. Keith groans into Lance's mouth and pulls Lance flush against his chest. Lance softly cries out into the omega's mouth as his nipples press against Keith.
Keith's kiss is bruising, domineering, and Lance hardly moans when their lips part before Keith is consuming him again. He can feel the wetness of his chest, the slick on his thighs letting him slide to press closer to Keith on Shiro. Shiro, who is panting below them and has his legs bent to give him leverage now, holds Keith's waist in an almost crushing grip. He guides the omega to rock on top of him, which in turn moves Lance to rock with him.
Keith breaks the kiss with a gasp and abruptly stops his movement, squeezing his legs where they rest on either side of Shiro's stomach to still him. Shiro whimpers but obeys, and Lance rests his forehead on Keith's shoulder before Keith's gentle hand has him tilting his head back to look at him again.
Keith takes some calming breaths before he says, "I'm sure alpha will behave for us. I'll show you how."
He moves off of Shiro and guides Lance on his shaking legs to kneel between the alpha's legs, which he immediately moved to allow Lance room. Shiro pants with his arm thrown over his eyes as he lays back, his thick cock hard and untouched on his hip, knot slightly swollen at the base. Keith gathers Lance in his arms from his perch behind the omega and tucks his chin over his mottled shoulder. Lance can feel his cock press into the small of his back.
"First, you have to prep him. He doesn't get wet like us, but-" Keith slides his hand down the growing mess on Lance's chest, through the small nest of hair over his little cock, down past his taint. He sucks in a breath when he feels how wet and messy Lance is all around his hole and hitches his hips forward into the small of Lance's back.
Lance bites back a squeal as Keith slides three fingers into his loose hole. He feels Keith's smirk against his neck, feels Shiro's eyes burning where he watches them and starts his rumbling again. Keith's fingers are quick and methodical as he gets them coated in Lance's slick and Shiro's cum that's leaking from him, out from between Keith's fingers. Keith pulls his glistening, wet fingers back out of Lance's hole and Lance lets out a puff of air from where he didn't realize he'd held is breath.
"Like this. You can open him up," Keith's voice is a whisper, breath ruffling the short curly hair around Lance's ear as he lets Lance look at his fingers briefly. Shiro's snarl this time sounds more delighted than possessive. Pre has puddled in the dip of the alpha's hip under his hard cock where it dribbles a slow, steady stream. Lance's mouth waters before he watches Keith's demonstration again.
Hand tucked between Lance and Shiro, Keith maneuvers his fingers until he strokes a knuckle down Shiro's perineum. Shiro's legs quiver and he tucks one against Lance, bracketing him in with Keith a steady presence behind him.
Keith gets to work, teasing around the alpha's rim, teasing presses of his fingers, trailing slick in a messy glide around the alpha's hole. He slinks his other hand around to Lance's cock. Lance will be the first to admit that perhaps he's not entirely aware of the whole situation due to the scent of rut. He hadn't noticed that Keith had been using his hand on himself. The omega's hand is slick and a warm heat as he takes Lance's cock in his palm and gently strokes him. Lance's breaths come in faster pants as he watches Keith's hand engulf his cock in slow strokes and pulls him to full hardness again.
Keith, while stroking Lance, has also managed to bury a finger down to the hilt in Shiro. Lance only notices because Shiro makes aborted movements to fuck down on the intrusion with a moan. Keith nibbles the spot that Shiro bit hard on Lance's neck, earlier. Lance hesitantly rests a hand on Shiro's knee and squeezes and the alpha gives him an assuring stroke on his side with his calf.
A nip to his ear makes Lance suck in a breath through his nose, and with it the thick scent cocktail that the den is saturated with. "Pay attention," Keith's voice is low, commanding. Lance nods with a moan and obeys.
He watches as Keith adds another finger and uses it to stretch Shiro for Lance's cock. Lance tries very hard not to focus on Keith's hand where he briefly squeezes the head of his cock before letting go entirely. Keith's hand disappears from Lance's view again and Lance lays his other hand on Shiro's hip, opposite of where his cock lays heavy and painfully hard. Shiro's abs flex as he stops himself from moving his hips under Lance's hand.
Lance notices Keith doesn't bother with the third finger, just uses it to massage slick around Shiro's hole while he scissors his two fingers inside of Shiro. He apparently deems that enough, because soon he's pulling his fingers out, accompanied by a snarl from Shiro. The alpha earns a soft warning swat to his thigh for that by Keith.
Keith grabs Lance's hip in a firm but gentle grip and guides him forward and further up onto his knees. Keith follows, still pressed up behind him. His other hand comes around and slicks his cock again. Lance quivers in Keith's hold as the other omega whispers, "Like this, baby."
Keith guides Lance's cock with his hand and Lance's hips with his own pressed against him. Keith's hard cock slots between the omega's wet cheeks.
Lance's whimpers grow louder as Keith feed's Lances cock, slow and agonizingly, into Shiro's hot, tight hole. The feeling is overwhelming, nothing like the slick soft heat he's felt while fucking Keith. Shiro's hole is fluttering as the alpha bears down against his dick, and Lance lets out a sob as, too soon, he's buried to the hilt inside of the alpha. He knows Shiro is staring at him, can feel his heavy gaze roving over every inch of his flushed skin.
Lance turns his face into Keith's neck and closes his eyes against the overwhelmed tears threatening to overtake him. Keith's firm grip on his hip turns to gentle strokes as he whispers to him.
"That's it, baby. It's okay, take your time. I'm right here."
And damn, how could Lance forget that? Keith's dick is rock hard between them, but he keeps his hips perfectly still against Lance, slotted against him. Like a gentle reminder, too, he feels the almost ticklish sensation of a drop of milk beading off a swollen nipple and falling down. He feels it land above the little swollen round of his stomach.
"He's tight isn't he? He loves it too," Keith murmurs. Lance can tell- Shiro's hole hasn't stopped twitching since he buried his cock fully. "Here, let's try and move, okay? Let me guide you."
Keith's hands settle on both of Lances hips and pull him back until only the head of his cock remains inside. Lance starts panting, a sob ripping through him. He keeps his eyes squeezed shut at the myriad of sensations flooding his senses. He feels his slick run down the inside of his thigh and pool in the furs next to his knee.
Keith presses Lance back into Shiro with his hands and his hips.
Lance wails. Shiro's moan is broken.
Lance can hear the satisfaction dripping from Keith's words, "Again, Lance. You have to get in deep if you want it to take."
Lance's hips give a little thrust of their own and Keith practically purrs in delight as he follow's the other omega's hips with his own. Lance brings his unoccupied hand up to his face and wipes a tear finding it's way down his cheek as he hiccups a breath. Shiro's hole feels like it's sucking him back in as he pulls out with Keith's guiding, stroking hands.
His only warning is Keith's grin against his neck as Keith slam's Lance's hips forward with his own. Keith moans, long and low, in Lance's ear as Lance sobs openly. Shiro moves his other leg to squeeze Lance and Keith both between them. If Lance stayed still long enough, he might feel Shiro's rumbles through his dick.
Moaning openly, Lance pitches forward over Shiro and fucks into him with Keith guiding him. Keith keeps the pace slow and calculated, knowing that Lance enjoys the overstimulation, but there's always a point where it's too much. Lance feels his swollen breasts sway slightly with each thrust. Shiro's hand grabs Lance's own, and when Lance looks down, he watches as droplets of his watery milk land on Shiro's pelvis and stomach.
Each drop that lands on the alpha's dick makes his whole body twitch. Shiro's growl goes straight to Lance's dick and he gasps with the heat that fogs his brain. He feels Keith's presence lighten against his back as the other omega pulls away.
Lance's cry is quieted by Keith's calm, steady voice, "I'm right here. You're doing so well, Lance. You're going to breed him so nicely."
Lance moans and throws his head back as another tear tries to spill. Keith moves around Shiro's leg and kisses Lance's cheek. At the same time he reaches down around Lance and cups one of his breasts, gasping at how wet he feels the omega's chest has become.
"Fuck, Lance," Keith's gaze is predatory and he holds Lance's chin with a wet thumb and forefinger, "You gunna get Shiro pupped like that too? So you can leak together? You're making such a mess on him."
Lance holds Keith's gaze as he slips his tongue out of his mouth to glance across the tip of Keith's thumb. As he tastes the light sweetness of his own milk, he fucks into Shiro harder than he had been. Lance's eyes flutter then, feeling Shiro's gaze as he sucks Keith's thumb into his mouth and tongues at the milk left on it.
Keith presses his thumb down on Lance's tongue for a moment, gripping his chin like that, as Lance starts up a leisurely pace fucking into Shiro. In the quiet of the den, the slap of Lance's thighs against Shiro's, and the wet squelching slide of Lance's slick ass cheeks as he moves permeates the thickness of the air. As Lance's pace steadies out to a rhythmic slap, Shiro grips him with his knees and throws his head back with a huff and a grunt.
"Doing so well. Keep going while I give Shiro a treat for his good behavior," Keith's voice almost seems to quiver slightly, and he moves back over to perch himself on Shiro's stomach, legs squeezing on either side of his torso again as he fully takes a seat on Shiro. Lance sits up more to give them room, and slides his hands to frame Shiro's cock as he balances on them, his panting picking up with the new rhythm he's set.
Keith is faced towards Shiro, and Lance moans as he watches Keith lean forward over Shiro to, presumably, devour the alpha with a kiss again. Lance pushes deeper in his next thrusts, leaning forward to try to reach Keith's glistening hole with his mouth. When he makes contact, Keith makes a surprised sound into Shiro's mouth, but moans and pushes back onto Lance's tongue.
Truly, Lance is so fucked out, he's not sure that he's doing more than just gentle kitten licks. But, Keith's taste is so heady, his sweat salty and his slick invading Lance's senses. Lance whimpers as his thrusts get shallower and more desperate. He loses his rhythm some, and knows he won't last much longer despite his earlier activities. His orgasm barrels even closer when he feels two of Keith's fingers worm past his mouth and sink into his own pliant hole.
Keith had absolutely been fingering himself behind Lance. He scissors his fingers and Lance flicks his tongue into the gap before sealing his mouth around them and pushing his tongue further in, eyes rolling up.
Keith's whole body spasms before he pulls his fingers away and sits up, throwing a rather adoring look over his shoulder at Lance. Lance, thrusts getting smaller and harder to control, stays deep as he watches Keith line up Shiro's thick cock and sink down with a long, low moan.
Lance can't tell if the stretch is too much for Keith, but when Keith doesn't falter in sinking down to the hilt, Lance moans with Shiro. He pitches forward and throws his arms around Keith's waist, a broken sob pushing out of his chest as he humps into Shiro's hole, pushing as deep as he can reach. His nipples smear milk on Keith's back as he thrusts once, twice, and comes with a cry inside his alpha.
When the static clears from behind his eyes and his panting turns into just heavy huffs, he finally realizes how hard Shiro is shaking around him, and he watches as Keith holds the trembling alpha down with his hands on his shoulders. The omega is rambling murmurs to the alpha, "Good boy, you did so good-" His breath twitches and he lets out a stunted cry as Shiro's dick twitches hard inside of him.
Lance, weak as a fawn, trembles as he slips out of Shiro and watches his thin cum drip from Shiro's twitching hole. Still catching his breath, he crawls himself over to Shiro's side and lays against the trembling alpha. Keith moves his hand off of the alpha's shoulder so Lance can lay his head there and Lance throws an arm around the alpha's pecs, still panting. Shiro's arm is on his other side, and he uses his hand to fist into the furs of the nest.
Lance is filthy, and he knows he's just making Shiro even more of a mess with the milk he's been steadily dripping now that he's pressed against the alpha's side. The alpha in question, though, just snuffles his nose into Lance's hair and rumbles a pleased growl as Keith raises himself almost completely off Shiro's length. Lance watches Keith's eyes roll back as he drops himself down, impaling himself at the same time Shiro doesn't contain a thrust, and punches up into him.
Keith snarls down over Shiro and pins his hand above his head, a clear warning not to move again. Lance, ear pressed to Shiro as he watches Keith begin fucking himself on Shiro's dick, hears the softest whimper pitch in the back of the alpha's throat. Lance closes his eyes and snuffles into Shiro's throat with a whimper of his own. He doesn't have to watch to know the pace Keith sets, can hear the wet squelch of Keith's slick and Shiro's precome each time Keith raises himself up and fucks down hard onto Shiro.
Keith has been matching every growl, whimper, and snarl that Shiro makes, and he also lets loose a whimper as his pace falters slightly. Lance peeks an eye open from where he's tucked into Shiro's jaw under his ear and peers at Keith. When Keith pulls up, Lance can see Shiro's knot already beginning to swell, and Keith is making a valiant attempt to fuck himself on it for as long as possible.
Lance watches as Keith forces himself down over the growing bulb of Shiro's knot, his hole stretching wide but giving resistance until he sits down fully with a hard moan. Avoiding the tie, he lifts himself up and whimpers when the knot pulls at his rim, just borderline of painful, before popping out. Shiro thrashes under both of his omegas as he cums hard.
Lance, startled, sits up slightly and holds Shiro down with Keith's strength faltering under the sensation of playing with Shiro's knot. Shiro cries out under him and Lance pins him with a searing kiss as Keith slides down onto Shiro's knot one more time.
This time, Shiro roars, breaking his arm free of Keith's hold and grabbing his waist as the omega fully seats himself onto his knot. Lance, just as rut dumb as the alpha, throws his weight into pushing the alpha down so he doesn't jostle Keith by sitting up.
Keith is letting out shaking breaths now, holding himself back from trembling as he gets used to the tie of the knot. His eyes are shut and his mouth is open while Lance watches his stomach quiver against his hard, drooling cock. If Keith leaned back, Lance is pretty sure he would be able to see the outline of Shiro's cock pressing up into Keith. Would be able to see the bulge of his cum weighing heavy there when the alpha finishes coming.
Shiro, panting and apologetic, pets Keith's thigh and then pulls Lance down for a sweet, open kiss. Lance moans into his mouth as Shiro sucks his tongue and bites his lips swollen. Lance can hear Keith moving a slick hand across his cock.
Keith, panting now with the tie and his need to come, says, "Lance, baby, come here."
Like in heat, Lance huffs a happy, heavy breath against Shiro as he pulls away from the kiss and sits back up on his, still weak, knees. Keith pulls Lance up over Shiro again and guides him to perch over the alpha's pecs again. Lance does so happily despite being unsure of what Keith wants, up until Keith leans down and latches onto one of Lance's abused nipples.
Lance squeals as Keith tongues a sensitive nipple and curls over Keith. Keith's mouth is a smirk against Lance's skin and Lance can see Keith's arm jerking as he strips his cock. Lance still doesn't expect to feel Keith start sucking, and he lets out a high moan as he gently grabs at Keith's hair with both hands.
As Keith sucks and teethes at Lance's nipple, his free hand comes up to grab the other one and tugs before pinching it and smoothing it over. Lance, unprepared to be quivering and slicking himself again, screams when Shiro pulls his hips back with his large hand and pulls him down onto his mouth. The alpha warbles happily as he tongues into Lance's still loose hole and licks the spend and slick around it.
Keith's mouth is a strong force on Lance, and he switches to the other nipple when it feels like he's drained Lance dry of the pesky, leaking fluid. Lance, lips resting on the crown of Keith's head as the omega flicks his tongue across the swollen bud of his nipple, feels Keith tense under him with a hard pull on his nipple, and the hot splatter of Keith's come hits Shiro's chest and Lance's stomach as he finishes.
Shiro, crooning happily into Lance's ass, gives a gentle bite to the meat of Lance's thigh that he can reach and Keith finishes milking Lance's tit with a satisfied, soft chirp and a kiss to his sternum.
Eh, whatever. Maybe it's not a family curse after all.