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Here's the thing: TK isn't thrilled about this. He agreed, because Buck and Eddie are their friends, and they needed a place to stay in town for Marjan's wedding, and the new house has a spare bedroom with a king bed big enough for the two men. It was the right thing to do. It's just that having an Alpha in the house makes him nervous. Logically, TK knows that Buck would never lay a hand on him or Carlos, or even Eddie, but it still scares him, a leftover from living alone as an Omega in New York.
He spends the first two days avoiding Buck completely. Eddie, he doesn't mind. Eddie is an Omega like himself and Carlos, making him a point of safety and someone TK feels relaxed around. He would normally be fine around Buck, but there's something about sharing a living space that sets him on edge.
The night of the second day, as he and Carlos are getting ready for bed, Carlos wraps his arms around him from behind and kisses his neck. "Babe, if you weren't comfortable with them being here, we could have said no. We can still say no. They'd understand."
"No, no, it's okay," he assures, tilting his head back to rest on Carlos' shoulder. "I just- the only Alpha I've ever lived with is my Dad, and you know what kind of shitshow that is."
Carlos hums and holds him tighter. They stay there for a moment before breaking apart to continue their evening routine. TK considers Buck's presence in their home while he washes his face. He's a good person, a good Alpha, if there is such a thing. The way he treats Eddie is with kindness, tenderness, and love. He's lighthearted and smiling as he helps Carlos in the kitchen. His smile is bright when he helps carry in the groceries, easily carrying the most bags inside without breaking a sweat.
But really, TK starts to see Buck in a new light on the night before the wedding, when his insomnia has him up way later than he should be. As he's scrolling through memes on Instagram, he hears a whimper. Instantly, he sits upright, trying to figure out if he needs to get out of bed and check on their guests. Moments later, he hears a low laugh. It's Buck, that much he can tell, but TK has never heard his voice like that before.
"Oh, sweetheart," Buck says, just barely audible through the wall. "You're so wet for me."
TK shouldn't listen. He should put on headphones and try harder to go to sleep. But there's a part of him that's curious. Being knotted is supposed to be the greatest pleasure possible. TK has taken silicon knots before, and they're great, but nothing to shift his world on his axis. Carlos has had the real deal, before they got together, and he says there's not a big enough difference for him to seek out an Alpha as a mate.
He opens the door and steps into the hallway. The hall light is off, but there's a bar of light drifting across the floor from the cracked spare bedroom door. Slowly, TK sneaks up to it, positioning himself so he's hidden in the shadows but he can see what's going on.
This is juvenile and fucking weird, Strand , he thinks to himself, but his feet stay rooted to the floor.
He can see Buck's back and ass fine, and takes a moment to admire the aesthetic of such a muscular person. Carlos is muscular too, but not as bulky as him. He sees the appeal, even if he's not personally drooling over Buck. All TK can see of Eddie is his legs, spread to make room for Buck to settle between them.
"Be good for me," he hears Buck say, "and keep quiet. You don't want TK and Carlos to hear, do you?"
Presumably, Eddie shakes his head. TK doesn't catch a verbal response. Whatever he did pleases Buck, and causes him to slink down the bed, revealing Eddie's bare chest and beautiful face, tilted back to rest against the pillows. Buck doesn't still until his face is resting between Eddie's thighs. He holds Eddie's legs down to keep him still as he begins to eat him out. While TK can't observe the technique, he knows how it feels to be given good head, and based on Eddie's soft sighs and squirming, it's good. A thrill races through TK's stomach. He bites the inside of his cheek and keeps watching.
Buck is relentless in his ministrations, not even pausing to take a breath until Eddie comes, arching his back and making a mess of his stomach. TK figures it's over then; Buck will jerk himself off or fuck Eddie's mouth and then it'll be done. But no, Buck returns to his previous position and hitches Eddie's legs up high on his hips.
"I'm not as flexible as you, Buck-"
"Do some yoga."
"You're the worst."
The two of them laugh softly. TK looks down, feeling a little like he's seen something far more intimate than just sex. It doesn't, however, make him leave, even as his brain imagines what would have given Eddie reason to put Buck on his back and lift his legs like he's going to fuck him. TK has never, not once in his life, met an Alpha who willingly takes it up the ass.
He can tell the moment that Buck pushes his cock into Eddie from the loud moan, loud enough that TK glances back at his own room to make sure Carlos hasn't stirred. But there's no indication that Carlos is awake, and TK is free to keep watching.
Buck starts off slow and careful, taking his time. Surprisingly, he finds himself watching Buck's (admittedly nice) ass flex with each thrust into Eddie's body. He listens as Buck shifts angles until Eddie's whole body tenses and he moans, low and soft.
"Good boy," Buck praises.
Eddie says something that TK can't make out and Buck sits up, hauling Eddie into his lap without ever pulling out. It's an impressive move- one TK will definitely bring up to Carlos later, with some excuse about seeing it in porn or something- that evidently drives Eddie wild. Eddie wraps his arms around Buck's neck and clings to him as Buck holds his hips in place and thrusts up into him, bouncing Eddie in his lap. It's hotter than TK thought it could be. He steps forward, pressing a hand to the front of his sweats and watches as Buck's movements get frantic and Eddie's soft whimpers reach a higher pitch and volume.
He hears Eddie murmuring, begging for Buck's knot, and TK commits the sight to memory. Buck bites at Eddie's neck, marking him clearly for the ceremony tomorrow so there's no questioning that he is taken. At that moment, when they're both reaching their peak, Eddie looks over Buck's shoulder and locks eyes with TK. He freezes. He's been caught. Eddie smiles at him, a brilliant, dazzling thing, and shuts his eyes once more to ride out his orgasm with Buck inside him.
Once they're done, Eddie drops his head onto Buck's shoulder and they stay like that, no doubt locked together for the next hour or so. TK takes the opportunity to return to bed and settle himself under the covers. It feels wrong to actually masturbate to what he saw, so he wills his erection away and shuts his eyes.
The next morning, TK wakes up early to their alarm blaring and a bad case of morning wood. Carlos, who had snuggled up against him during the night, takes quick notice and smiles at TK sleepily.
“Want me to take care of you?”
“As if I’d ever say no,” TK teases.
Carlos curls a hand around his cock and gives him a lazy handjob, the kind that suggests Carlos plans to do more than that later, after the wedding. This is a taste of what’s to come, to whet his appetite for the evening they’ll have tonight. It’s nothing special, but it’s still Carlos, still pleasure, and TK relaxes into the feeling. He threads his fingers through Carlos’ hair and drags him up for a sloppy kiss. At the same time, Carlos shifts so that he can grind himself against TK’s thigh. If he reached between his legs, TK would be able to feel that Carlos is wet. He can already smell the slick in the air, the combined scents of them reaching his nose. It smells like love. Mate. TK bites Carlos’ bottom lip when Carlos tightens his grip just so, drawing TK closer to the edge.
“I love you,” TK whispers against Carlos’ lips.
He is rewarded with a soft smile, an “I love you too,” and Carlos trailing kisses down his jaw and throat to nip lightly. He won’t leave bruises, because TK doesn’t like them, but it’s close enough to a play at claiming that it makes TK’s nerves light up. He rolls his hips into Carlos’ touch until it becomes too much and he crosses the threshold into an almost calm orgasm. It rolls over him, from his head to the tips of his toes. The whole time, Carlos kisses his neck and works him through it until TK begins to squirm from oversensitivity.
Before Carlos can dream of pulling away and getting out of bed, TK nudges him onto his back and crawls down between his legs, not unlike Buck did to Eddie the night before. He quickly banishes that thought, however, and focuses instead on lowering Carlos’ sweatpants and taking him into his mouth with practiced ease. Carlos isn’t huge, but he’s large for an Omega- certainly bigger than TK’s previous partners. At first, it took practice, but by now he knows exactly how to please the love of his life.
It takes less than five minutes for Carlos to come down TK’s throat, hand braced against the back of his head. He doesn’t push TK down, but he doesn’t let him come up right away until TK has swallowed everything Carlos has to give. Only then is he released to wipe his mouth on the back of his hand and sit up.
“Hope you enjoyed that,” TK says, “because now you have to keep your hands to yourself for the rest of the day.”
Carlos swings his legs over the edge of the bed and gets up, lazily kicking off his sweatpants the rest of the way and stretching. TK hears the floorboards creak in the next room over, telling him that their guests are awake. A flush creeps up the back of his neck remembering what he saw. What he watched. He considers telling Carlos about it, but chickens out and instead goes to retrieve his suit from the garment bag in the closet.
They get dressed in amicable silence, leaving their ties loose around their necks as they make their way downstairs for a quick breakfast. Evidently, Eddie and Buck beat them downstairs, and are both drinking some smoothie Buck picked up at the grocery store that they like. Carlos goes to the pantry to get granola bars for him and TK, leaving TK alone with the two men. He fights the urge to look at the floor, a gesture which may be interpreted as submissive.
“Here, I’ll help you,” Eddie says, and sidles up to him. TK’s breath catches in his throat as Eddie picks up the ends of his tie in clever fingers and ties an expert knot. It’s something TK could have done himself, a fact they both know, but Eddie has chosen to perform this affectionate act in lieu of TK’s own hands, or even Carlos’ gentle touch. “I spoke with Buck,” he says softly, just loud enough for TK to hear. “You’re welcome to do more than just watch. Both of you.”
“I’ll have to talk to Carlos.”
“No rush.”
Eddie backs up in time for Carlos to approach with a granola bar, already unwrapped, to present to TK. He crams it into his mouth without tasting it, his eyes skating over to where Buck is leaning against the counter. His tailored suit fits his body exceptionally well, accentuating the long line of his legs and his broad shoulders. Buck catches his eye and gives him a bright smile that TK does not return. Instead, his eyes are drawn to the stark imprint of Buck’s teeth bruised dark purple into Eddie’s throat.
The wedding is fun. TK cries at the beautiful ceremony, as does Carlos. Marjan and Eddie hug so tightly that Eddie lifts her smaller frame off the floor and spins her around, which makes her laugh and stumble when he finally sets her down.
Marjan has taught TK a lot about what a good Alpha can be. His only experiences prior to coming to Austin were bad, but Marjan was always kind and treated him like an equal. She does the same to her mate, Nancy, who TK has never seen as smitten as she is when she turns her eyes on Marjan. The two of them have made TK understand that there are Alphas who don’t lose their heads at the slightest provocation or the scent of a fertile Omega. It is because of the foundation she laid that he isn’t as wary of Buck as he would have once been.
On the way home from the wedding, Eddie offers to drive. Buck sits next to him, leaning against the window as Eddie sets a hand high on his thigh, rubbing at the inseam of his pants with his thumb. TK pretends not to notice and watches Carlos in the flashing street lights instead. His profile lights up yellow, red, yellow, yellow, orange, white, yellow. The way it glitters off his eyes makes them look almost glassy, though TK knows that not to be the case.
Halfway home, TK leans in close enough to Carlos that he won’t be heard. “I saw them, last night.”
“Okay?”
“Fucking, Carlos. Mating.”
Carlos claps a hand over his mouth and glares at TK above the edge of his palm.
“Okay, calm down. But uh, they… they…” he sneaks a glance at Buck and Eddie in the front seat. Buck’s cheeks are clearly flushed even in the dim light, and in the enclosed space of the car, TK can scent the need on him. “They invited us to join them. If we want.”
“And you want,” Carlos fills in. “You wouldn’t have even mentioned this if you didn’t. I thought you had… hangups about Alphas.”
TK shrugs. “I do, but- but I think I trust Buck, and I definitely trust you and Eddie, enough that I know if I change my mind, we can stop.”
For a few minutes, Carlos quietly considers it. He’s clearly thinking about the logistics of it, and how to make sure that everyone feels comfortable and taken care of. It makes TK feel safe, to know how seriously Carlos considers every aspect of a new situation in order to make sure that it won’t be scary or harmful- the same way that he stayed up all night when they were house hunting, putting together a list of homes that met the specs list they made together and presenting them to TK in a little cream file folder on printer paper.
Finally, Carlos nods. “I want to do it. But any of the four of us can call it off at any time.”
“Of course, baby.”
Carlos cups TK’s jaw and leans forward to kiss him, slow and deep, until they part for breath. They just share the same air for a handful of seconds before separating. On the middle seat between them, they take each other’s hand, and TK clears his throat.
“Eddie.”
Eddie meets his eyes in the rearview mirror.
“If you and Buck are still interested, we’re down.”
The smile that breaks across Eddie’s face is like the cat that got the cream. He moves his hand further up Buck’s thigh, until it’s properly cupping him through his slacks. Buck shoots Eddie a heated look, but doesn’t say anything. It surprises TK with how… submissive the behavior is. There’s nothing about it that outright defers to Eddie, but he’s used to Alphas asserting themselves constantly, especially when it comes to sex. To see Buck letting Eddie touch him, tease him, goes against everything that TK knows about Alphas.
He doesn’t dare open his mouth about it, though. Instead he watches Eddie’s hand curl around Buck’s bulge, rhythmically squeezing and stroking it almost thoughtlessly. Eddie continues to drive safely through the streets, following the speed limit, as Buck gets more and more worked up. He’s squirming restlessly in the seat, shooting Eddie pleading looks every couple minutes. Eventually, he gives up on convincing Eddie to relent and turns his wide blue eyes to TK and Carlos.
“Yes?” Carlos prompts.
Buck draws in a breath to speak and Eddie glances at him. “Are you going to beg them to touch you because you’re too much of a slut to wait ten more minutes?”
At that, Buck’s mouth shuts so fast TK hears his teeth click. He raises an eyebrow at Carlos, who shrugs. It doesn’t match what he saw last night, or what he expects of Alpha/Omega pairs. By all logic and reason, their positions should be reversed, with the scent of Eddie’s slick slowly clouding the air. Instead, it is Buck who is desperate at so little touch. TK doesn’t know what to do with the potential power over someone like him.
When they get home, they get out of the car in silence. Carlos leads the way to unlock the front door, and heads to the kitchen to make sure there are water bottles in the fridge for afterward. It’s part of his little ritual, like laying out the toys they’re going to use on the nightstand. Carlos is practical that way, something TK loves about him. He’s grateful to see that Eddie recognizes the forethought Carlos is putting in and doesn’t interrupt him until Carlos nods toward the stairs to lead them to the bedroom.
Eddie guides Buck through the door first and loosens his tie enough to start unbuttoning his shirt. When Buck reaches out to touch Eddie though, hands settling on his hips, Eddie steps back and tuts at him.
“You’re going to be a good boy for us, right, Alpha?” he asks.
Buck nods, and when Eddie pauses in unbuttoning his shirt, amends, “Yes, sir.”
TK looks at Carlos for an explanation and receives a shrug in response. This is new territory for both of them, but doesn’t seem to phase Eddie or Buck. Once Eddie has finished unbuttoning Buck’s shirt, he pats him on the cheek and sends him into the other room to “get everything we need.”
While Buck obeys, Eddie turns to the other two with a satisfied smile that leans just a little to one side. “Buck is my Alpha,” he explains, “but he’s never in charge. In fact-” Eddie meets TK’s eyes, “he rarely gets the privilege of knotting me. Usually, I’m the one who knots him.”
A few moments later, Buck returns and hands Eddie a bottle of lube and a smooth pale blue toy with a pump coming out of the base. TK has enough knotting toys of his own for heats to recognize it as one. Part of him is thrilled to get to experience this- a foursome, not just with an Alpha, but one that likes to bottom- while another part doesn’t believe it’s real.
“Carlos, could you undress him for me?” Eddie asks.
“Happy to.”
TK watches Carlos shuck the unbuttoned shirt off Buck’s shoulders, though Eddie notes for him to leave the tie behind. Once Carlos reaches for his slacks, Eddie crowds into TK’s space and cups his jaw. His touch is surprisingly gentle, and his lips soft when they meet TK’s. He’s a good kisser. Not better or worse than Carlos, just different. Carlos kisses like every time will be the last. Eddie, in comparison, kisses like he’s starving for it. It’s a filthy, messy kiss that leaves him panting for breath and slick in his boxers by the time they part. TK glances over to Carlos and Buck to see them watching with rapt attention, both fully nude. Their eyes skate over him with a deep hunger, both familiar and foreign.
“Spread your legs for Carlos, Alpha.”
There’s not a moment of hesitation before Buck obeys. He’s large. Larger than TK has ever seen outside of porn, and it almost startles him. His eyes lock onto it. For a brief moment, he thinks about what it would feel like inside of him, but then the reality of the idea catches up to him. He doesn’t want an Alpha inside of him. But he can still enjoy this, especially given that Eddie seems more than happy to take the reins for all three of them.
Eddie’s warm hands slip beneath TK’s clothes and peel them off him with skillful ease even TK hasn’t managed. He makes quick work of the suit, leaving Eddie the only one still clothed- something which he makes no move to rectify. It’s probably a power thing, TK reasons. He and Carlos have had nights like that.
He kneels on the bed next to Buck and traces his fingers along the valleys of Buck’s muscles. They twitch beneath his touch, not as much as Carlos usually does. He must not be as ticklish. TK purposely avoids touching anywhere too intimate. This is clearly a game of teasing. He laughs when Buck whines, and trails his fingertips up to Buck’s face. When he presses them to that soft bottom lip, Buck immediately opens his mouth to take in TK’s fingers, swirling his tongue around them and hollowing his cheeks as though it were more than that.
“He’s a good whore, isn’t he?” Eddie asks.
Carlos seems to have caught onto the way Eddie and Buck do this, and gotten brave enough to be a little mean. “I don’t know. He hasn’t done much to prove it.”
Buck looks up at Eddie through his lashes as he continues to lavish TK’s fingers with attention until TK pulls away, at which point he chases them with his head before realizing it’s futile. He wraps the tie around his hand and uses it to pull Buck into a sitting position and give him a proper kiss. This too, is different. Buck kisses eagerly and with fire, but it’s short lived. Before long, Eddie grabs Buck by the hair and pulls him away.
“Don’t be greedy.”
Buck nods in apology and lets his head fall back to the mattress. His hands clutch at the sheets without permission to touch. It occurs to TK that Eddie may not let him touch, and the thought makes him feel safe. He trusts Buck, he’s just still nervous.
“TK,” Eddie says suddenly. “How can he prove he’s a good slut?”
He actually takes a minute to consider it. There’s an infinite number of options, but what comes to mind is that he wants to see Carlos take Buck’s cock. It’s another moment before he’s able to voice it. The second he does, however, he sees Carlos’ eyes darken.
“Hands and knees, ‘Los,” Eddie orders.
The bed is large enough for Carlos to obey, pressed side by side with Buck. TK admires the curve of his mate’s back, the swell of his ass, the strength of his muscular thighs. He’s so beautiful. The thought is only fed by Eddie dragging two fingertips through the slick practically dripping from him.
A whim overtakes TK and he says, “Taste him, Eddie.”
He expects him to taste the mess on his fingers, but in reality, Eddie leans down to drag his tongue from Carlos’ balls to his hole, making him squeak and rock back against the sensation. It’s gone too soon, though, and TK is gifted with the sight of Carlos’ toes curling and his back arching.
“He tastes good,” Eddie admits. “Would you like to taste him, Alpha?”
“Please,” Buck breathes.
Eddie pretends to think about it just long enough for TK to see the gleam in his eye. “You’re already going to put your cock in him. I don’t think you deserve both. Which would you rather have?”
Buck pouts.
“I’d rather knot him, sir.”
Eddie raises a single eyebrow. “Who said you would be allowed to knot him?”
As Buck processes that information, Eddie pushes a finger into Carlos to start preparing him for the stretch ahead of him. Buck compares decently with some of their larger toys, so TK understands why Eddie is being slow and careful. It also goes to show once more how much he cares about them beyond just two people to share the bedroom with.
TK reaches out and takes one of Carlos’ hands as he watches Eddie open him up. “He’s big, Carlos,” he says softly. Buck flushes at the praise. “He’ll feel so good inside you, baby. Is Eddie doing a good job getting you ready?”
A small whimper escapes Carlos’ mouth as he nods. He’s usually not very loud, so TK doesn’t expect him to be now, but it’s always nice to hear his small sounds of pleasure. He can tell from the way Carlos’ breath hitches and the scent of his arousal spikes in the air when Eddie finds his prostate. Obviously, Eddie makes the same connection because he keeps the angle of his hand and adds another finger.
“Beautiful,” Buck breathes, eyes locked on Carlos’ face.
While they watch Carlos, TK palms himself for some relief for the building arousal. He doesn’t miss the way Carlos’ eyes dart to him for a moment before closing in pleasure once more. With his free hand, TK boldly grabs Eddie’s wrist and guides him to move faster, harder. It forces a low moan from Carlos’ mouth and a dark flush to his cheeks.
“Let me know when you’re ready, Carlos,” Eddie says.
It’s not long before Carlos tells Eddie he can take it now, even if it makes him whine at the loss of stimulation. TK guides Carlos with a gentle grip on his waist to straddle Buck, using the new position as an excuse to kiss Carlos’ neck as he sinks down on Buck’s cock. His brows draw together, mouth falling open, as he’s filled completely, slowly taking more and more until his ass finally meets Buck’s pelvis.
While he adjusts, Eddie turns his focus onto TK. “You know, Buck gives great head. Would you let him eat you out?”
“Has he earned it?”
Buck rips his focus away from Carlos long enough to look over TK’s body and lick his lips. “I’d be honored if you let- ah-”
His hips lift off the bed slightly as Carlos begins riding him lazily. The way his muscles flex as he fucks himself on Buck’s cock is alluring enough that TK could honestly spend the rest of his night tasting the sweat on his skin and worshipping his body. Another time.
“You should sit on his face,” Carlos suggests.
When a glance at Eddie confirms his permission, TK moves to kneel over Buck’s face, facing Carlos so he can watch him. He guides Buck’s hands to his waist, which leads to Buck pulling him down fast and burying his face in between TK’s legs, not unlike he did to Eddie last night. Despite how clearly eager Buck is, there’s an obvious skill to the way he starts by licking up the slick that’s accumulated from the anticipation.
TK gets lost enough in the feeling of being rimmed and the sight and sound of Carlos getting a good fuck that he doesn’t notice Eddie moving until Buck moans against him and his hips jerk up again to make Carlos gasp. The culprit is Eddie between Buck’s spread legs, arm moving in a way that clearly suggests what he’s up to.
“Be good,” Eddie admonishes, spanking Buck’s inner thigh. “You take care of our friends while I knot you, Alpha.”
His words make Buck cling to TK’s hips harder and double down on his efforts, wiggling his wet tongue inside of him and beginning to fuck him on it. It won’t be enough for TK to come from, but it’ll occupy him and keep him interested while the other two take their fill. It seems to him that Carlos will probably come first. He’s the most worked up, and he’s devolved into quiet gasps and whimpers while he rides Buck.
However, Buck is the one who races toward the finish, overwhelmed by the slick in his mouth, the warm body on his cock, the dildo inside of him. TK can tell the moment he presses his swelling knot against Carlos’ rim by the high pitched keen Carlos makes. Even so, Buck doesn’t make much progress there before Carlos is lifting up on his knees.
“If I recall, you were told you couldn’t knot me,” he pants.
TK reaches out to Carlos to thumb away the tears collecting on his lashes. Carlos has a tendency to cry when overwhelmed with pleasure, and it sends a thrill through TK to see that this is bringing him to that level of stimulation. He’s unable to resist pulling Carlos into a kiss.
Between the three of them, Buck is falling apart. Every one of his moans is welcome vibration against TK’s ass. He won’t stay still, constantly squirming as he’s fucked by Eddie while Carlos rides him.
Just as TK suspected, Carlos comes first, spilling over Buck’s chest and moaning like he’s in heat. It’s beautiful. TK watches him, trying to commit the image to memory, until Carlos pulls off and collapses next to Buck. Add that to the sight of Buck’s huge cock, red and drooling with precum standing at attention still. Never before has he thought to describe a dick as beautiful, but there’s no other word for it.
Like he was waiting for this, Eddie takes the pump attached to the dildo inside Buck and lifts it just high enough for TK to see. He winks as he squeezes it. At first, Buck just gasps. But the more Eddie pumps the inflating part, the more desperate Buck gets until he’s not even eating TK out anymore, just helplessly whimpering.
“Hey, TK,” Eddie says, getting his attention.
“Yeah?”
Eddie’s grin is dangerous. “I want you to fuck me.”
“Me?”
“Yeah. You.”
He takes TK’s hands and guides him off of Buck’s face, ignoring Buck’s whine of protest, and kisses him dizzy. God, but TK thinks this might be the hottest night of his life. He follows Eddie’s lead in standing up, giving Buck the opportunity to stand up as well. The swell of the dildo’s knot keeps it inside him as he moves, but the motion must move the toy inside him for the sound Buck makes. His knees nearly buckle as he gets out of the way.
“Be a good boy while a real Alpha breeds me,” Eddie tells Buck.
TK doesn’t even think to protest that he’s not an Alpha. There’s a rush of power from doing this, from- from cucking an Alpha. TK’s dick twitches at the thought, something which goes unnoticed by no one.
Once Eddie lays down, legs spread invitingly, Buck sits on the edge of the bed next to him. Like a truly good boy, he doesn’t touch himself or even ask. Instead, he begins to pet through Eddie’s hair with a soft smile full of adoration. TK glances at Carlos to see the same look on his blissed out face. There’s a lot of love in this room, he thinks, but that’s not what he should be focusing on.
The most important thing is how slick Eddie is, and how already open he is when TK tests his hole with two fingers. He must have prepped himself while fucking Buck. The thought makes TK desperate to get inside of him. He’s fucked Carlos a couple times, but by and large, he usually bottoms. He presses Eddie’s thighs open and settles between them properly before guiding himself into Eddie.
He’s hot and tight, and his legs are a welcome weight when they press in against TK’s hips to hold him close. Eddie sighs as TK starts to fuck him. It’s not slow, but certainly not fast either- it’s not something he’s done very much before, so he’s a little tentative. Luckily, Eddie doesn’t seem to mind.
“That’s it, TK,” Eddie praises. “Mate me, fuck, breed me.” He looks over at Buck and curls a hand around his leaking cock, laughing at how easily Buck squirms from the slightest touch. “Maybe someday you’ll earn the right to do the same, Alpha,” he directs at Buck.
Certain that he won’t last very long, TK cups a hand around Eddie’s cock for him to grind against as he rocks back into every thrust. He revels in the knowledge that he’s making Eddie feel good too, especially when Carlos sits up at Eddie’s other side and begins to murmur praise to TK. He tells him how beautiful he looks fucking someone, how hot he is, how Carlos can’t wait for TK to do this to him.
It’s the thought of being inside Carlos like this again, of pretending to breed him, that drives TK over the edge he’s been walking for half the night. Eddie isn’t far behind him, crying out as he comes against TK’s hand. The two of them ride their orgasms out together before parting.
“Christ,” TK manages.
He wipes his hand on the sheets, since they’ll need to be cleaned anyways, and they all turn to Buck. He’s been so well behaved, and TK knows he deserves a reward for being good.
“I have to say,” he begins as he stands up on shaky legs, “I’ve never met a submissive Alpha before.”
Eddie laughs. “They’re few and far between. I just got lucky.”
“Now let’s reward him,” Carlos suggests.
They all slip off the bed to let Buck spread out on it once more. He’s trembling with how worked up he is. Carlos’ cum is still smeared across his chest. And of course, the knotting dildo is still inside of him. Eddie takes up residence between his thighs and goes back to fucking him with the dildo, even taking a moment to inflate the knot just a little bit more. As Buck whines from the feeling, Eddie leans down to take Buck’s cock into his mouth. He’s not able to take more than half of it, something which shouldn’t arouse TK as much as it does. He makes himself useful by lowering his head to Buck’s chest and taking one of his pink nipples into his mouth to see if they’re sensitive. The way Buck jumps like he’s been shocked says yes. Carlos does the same to the other nipple.
Between all the different sensations, it takes a matter of minutes for Buck to come. TK looks down to see Eddie massaging Buck’s knot with his hand, simulating what it must feel like to be locked inside of someone. TK watches him, watches the way Eddie tries to swallow but come still leaks from between his lips.
Once Eddie pulls off of Buck’s cock, Carlos and TK sit up. It gives them a lovely view of Eddie pulling the still inflated toy out of Buck, which earns a series of short moans and gasps of overstimulation as Eddie moves. His whimper is particularly pathetic when the toy slips out of him and his softening cock dribbles just a little more come.