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The smell hits him as soon as he steps through the door. Despite how large the manor is, it’s already permeated every corner, instantly sending a shiver of pure desire down his spine and he has to bite back the groan threatening to escape his throat.
His body moves seemingly on its own, instinct driving him to trace the sweet scent to its source; past the living room with the decorated Christmas tree and up the stairs. Bruce barely has the presence of mind to pull out his phone, sending a quick text to Clark and then another to the group chat. Code Purple. The instructions are simple: stay at the nearest safe house until one of the pack alphas gives the green light to return to the manor.
Even if their pack omega is long bonded, it's a good precaution to avoid any unnecessary tension within the pack. Plus, most members of the household prefer not to stick around because they'd rather not run into one or both alphas taking care of their omega.
Taking a deep breath, Bruce pushes open the door to the master bedroom and immediately stiffens as he's assaulted with a heavy cloud of that same sweet scent he's been following. The sight in front of him is certainly one for sore eyes:
Flushed skin glistens with a thin sheen of sweat as Jason shifts to peer up at him, his eyes overtaken by that vibrant Lazarus green. It’s a clear sign that he’s losing control of himself, instincts taking over and breaking through his careful restraints. "B…" he breathes, his voice close to a whine but Bruce's gaze is glued to the three fingers the omega is lazily thrusting in and out of his slick hole. He's not too far gone yet, not at the point where he'll be desperate to be filled up but it's clear that it won't be much longer.
"Just… was just about to call you," the boy murmurs, eyes flickering shut. Arousal bleeds into the alpha’s scent, his own body trembling with anticipation as he stalks closer to the bed and he can tell that Jason picks up on it because his hips jerk, lips parting to suck in a harsh breath.
A flash of blue and red zips past the window and less than a minute later, he can hear the familiar sound of steps on the stairs. It’s not like Clark has to walk but he’s made it a habit around Jason, given the boy still doesn’t deal very well with people sneaking - or floating - up on him. Not that their mate actually asked for it, he’s too prideful to admit to a weakness like that. But Bruce will be damned if he doesn’t do anything in his power to make the omega feel comfortable in their home and he knows that Clark wholeheartedly agrees with him.
“Fuck, look at you, Jason,” Clark groans behind him, voice hoarse with desire and the alpha’s scent broadcasting an almost overwhelming amount of home, love, mate . The omega whines in response, his scent sweetening even further and his body visibly relaxing now that both of his alphas are here. His fingers make an almost obscene noise as he pulls them out of his hole, giving the two older men a delightful view of the slick seeping from the stretched entrance.
Bruce is only shaken out of his reverie when Jason speaks up: “You- you just gonna stare ‘n let me deal with this on my own?” The words are heavy, too slurred to carry any of the sharpness, his tongue usually possesses. It’s enough to spur both of his alphas into action, the two converging on the large bed in sync.
Clark growls, a deep rumble in his chest that elicits a purr from the omega in return, and cups Jason’s face with all the gentleness an alpha at the verge of his rut can provide. He pulls the younger man in, greedily devouring his mouth in a series of sloppy, open-mouthed kisses. In any other situation, Bruce would dread the way his mind fogs up, the rut taking over and banishing any thought that doesn’t concern the beautiful creature splayed out beneath him. But here he can indulge, far away from the world of crime where his iron-clad self-control is all that keeps him on top of the game, here he can allow himself to get lost in his instincts.
And he does. His hands slide along Jason’s legs, starting with an almost teasing touch at his ankles all the way up to his thick thighs. Fingers digging into the firm muscles, he relishes the way the boy’s hips buck, how he moans into Clark’s kisses. Bruce leans in, dragging his tongue over Jason’s inner thigh before burying his teeth in the flesh and applying just enough pressure to draw out another noise. Frantic hands bury themselves in his hair and Bruce hums his approval as he continues to bite and suck along the smooth skin, leaving a beautiful trail of bruises in his wake.
Jason tugs sharply at his hair when he finally directs his attention to the slender cock in front of him. Flushed and swollen, the head is already leaking clear liquid. It’s a delicious sight and Bruce doesn’t hesitate to lean in, licking a languid stripe from the balls to the very tip before pushing the tip of his tongue into the slit. “Fuck-” Jason breathes above him and Bruce glances up to find that Clark has moved on to the boy’s neck, sucking on his scent glands while his hands squeeze and fondle the slightly puffy chest.
Pressing a gentle kiss to the head of Jason’s dick, Bruce ignores the desperate whine torn from the omega’s throat when he pulls back, letting the cool air dry the trail of spit he left behind on the sensitive skin. Fingers pull at his hair but Bruce only chuckles, easily freeing himself from the grip and climbing off the bed. Jason’s pupils are blown, the slim ring of green almost glowing at this point and Bruce enjoys feeling the weight of the other’s gaze on him as he sheds his clothes. He tries to drag it out, to fight against the need just long enough to tease.
Clark moves to take his spot, pushing up Jason’s legs with his hands gripping the back of the boy’s thighs. There’s a steady flow of slick at this point, soaking the sheets beneath, the sweet scent only intensifying as Clark’s fingers slide along Jason’s crack, gathering up some of the clear fluid and pushing it into him. The omega keens, back arching beautifully as he instinctively spreads his legs wider, trembling as Clark lazily fucks his two fingers into him. Even if the boy already stretched himself somewhat, he’s going to need some more preparation for what’s to come.
The sight makes Bruce’s dick twitch as he pushes down his slacks, already achingly hard where it strains against the fabric of his briefs. They quickly join the rest of his clothes on the floor and he returns to the bed, taking the chance to get his own share of heated kisses. Jason is whining into his mouth, whimpering and gasping as Clark pushes in three fingers, scissoring and bending them until he pushes straight into the boy’s prostate.
It’s enough to make the omega come apart untouched, his choked cry muffled by Bruce’s tongue in his mouth, his dick spitting white spurts over his own stomach and chest. He’s still hard too, tears glinting in the corners of his eyes as he grinds his hips back into Clark’s grip to try and get more of that desperately-needed friction. Only that instead of giving him more, Clark pulls out his fingers, leaving the boy whimpering from the loss. “No… please… I need-”
“Look at you,” Bruce murmurs into his ear, shifting until his back is against the headboard of the bed. When Clark gives him a nod of approval, he pulls Jason into him, nuzzling the boy’s neck from behind before sucking on the delicate scent gland. The sweet taste bleeds onto his tongue and Jason whimpers, hips jerking. “Such a gorgeous omega. We’re gonna breed you so well, make sure you’re all filled up and round with pups.” The praise is breathed against the skin as Bruce bites down, right on top of his original claim. He doesn’t draw blood, content to see that old bite scar outlined with the red of irritated skin.
His hands wander, sliding down to those perky nipples; fingers twist and pull until Jason’s head falls back against his shoulder, breath falling in harsh pants from his lips. “Please, alpha… Bruce…” his voice is broken and quiet, almost nothing more than a whine but enough to send a wave of possessive lust through Bruce’s system.
“Shh, we’ll take care of you, sweet omega.” He glances up to see that Clark has used the moment of distraction to shed his own clothes, joining them on the bed with his large, barbed cock swaying heavily between his legs. It’s certainly not as human as Bruce first expected, neither in colour and shape, contrasting Clark’s otherwise very normal appearance. Thick, purple-ish veins snake along the thick length, ridged in a way Bruce has only seen on exotic sex toys before.
Jason’s hands reach out, wrapping around the Kryptonian and pulling him closer. He groans into the kiss, shamelessly grinding his hips up and into the alpha. “Please-” he whispers. “Need you both so bad.” It’s an invitation that neither of them can refuse and Clark’s sharp intake of breath is enough to testify to his state of mind.
“Of course, love,” he rumbles, his fingers tenderly brushing the stubborn curls from Jason’s forehead before locking eyes with Bruce over his shoulder. “You first.”
Bruce nods, grasping the base of his cock as Clark lifts Jason up for him. He slides down a little, knowing that it’s the easiest position for them. “Come here, Jaylad,” he purrs, guiding himself towards that slick, inviting entrance. The noise falling from the omega’s lip is pure ecstasy, music in his ears as he pushes up into the delicious heat. “Fuck- yes. So good, so perfect for me.” He groans, his fingers digging into Jason’s hips as he keeps himself still. His body urges him to move, instincts demanding he fuck into that beautiful omega.
Instead, he grits his teeth, giving Clark a pointed look. “Anytime you’re ready, golden boy.”
The Kryptonian grins, an expression that shows far more teeth than necessary and just barely misses the line of being considered feral as he pushes closer, pulling Jason’s legs up and hooking them over his shoulders. “Can’t say no to such a delicious treat,” he growls as he leans down, practically folding the omega in two in order to kiss him, fucking his tongue into Jason’s mouth at the same time as his fingers breach his entrance. One, two, then three digits are slid into the tight entrance alongside Bruce’s cock, stretching and pushing until they’re satisfied with the give.
Tears spill over freckled cheeks, Jason’s eyes squeezed shut against the strain. “Shh… you’re doing so well, so perfect.” Bruce keeps up the praises, kissing and licking Jason’s neck to distract him from the painful stretch. “So good for us, feels so amazing.”
Jason’s breath hitches as Clark finally pulls out his fingers. The omega’s fingernails dig into Bruce’s arms, clearly bracing himself for what’s about to come. Then, Clark pushes into him, gradually sheathing his cock in that tight channel. The sensation draws a groan from the other alpha and tears a broken sob out of Jason’s chest, crying and trembling like a leaf between the two of them.
Clark rocks himself forward, burying himself deeper inch by inch in an almost torturously slow movement. Bruce’s jaw aches from how tightly he’s clenching his teeth, forcing himself to stay still even as Jason is painfully tight around him and Clark’s barbs are scraping against the sensitive flesh of his own dick.
When they’re finally both settled, Jason is gasping for breath, his flushed cheeks wet with streaks of salty tears and when Bruce caresses his belly, he can feel the swell under his hand, the realisation making him groan as another wave of arousal washes through him. Oh, they’re going to ruin their little omega, fill him up to the brim.
Having the better angle, Clark is the one to move, though there’s barely enough room for more than shallow thrusts. Still, it’s enough friction to nearly make Bruce’s mind blank out completely, his fingers digging into Jason’s hips hard enough to leave behind a set of dark bruises.
It doesn’t take long for the tingling feeling to settle at the base of his cock. Jason is writhing on top of him, a litany of moans and whimpers falling from his lips that only pushes Bruce closer to the edge, his hips stuttering and slamming upward as he can feel his knot swell. Jason cries out, something incoherent spilling from his tongue as the first knot catches on his rim, spreading him even further.
With his orgasm washing through him, Bruce digs his teeth into Jason’s neck, a growl torn from his throat that makes the omega shiver violently. Clark shushes him, kissing Jason deeply and swallowing his scream as his own knot pushes into him; his insides painted white with their release. It’s a wonder if the boy doesn’t tear, his physique so wonderfully accommodating the two knots. Bruce’s hand pushes down against his stomach bulge, caressing it lovingly before grasping Jason’s own leaking cock. Judging from the amount of wetness on his skin, he’s come at least once more after they began fucking him in earnest and it takes less than a few strokes to throw him down into the abyss again. He’s sobbing, burying his face in Bruce’s neck as best as he can and rubbing his lips along the alpha’s scent gland.
“It’s alright, you’re doing so well,” the alpha murmurs in response, his own body tingling with the aftershocks of his orgasm, the tight walls that are clenching around his knot almost too much stimulation. Jason hiccups against his neck, murmuring something that Bruce doesn’t catch but Clark’s enhanced hearing clearly picks up.
“We love you too, Jay. You’re the sweetest omega we could wish for,” the Kryptonian replies, his voice a low timbre of satisfaction as he presses gentle kisses to the boy’s chest. “Love you so much. You’re going to make such a wonderful mom to our pups.”
Jason shivers, his body reacting to the soothing voice and he slowly relaxes, his breathing evening out a little. Bruce hums, kissing the top of his head gently, carding his fingers through the sweat-soaked locks. “I love you, Jaylad. I’m so happy with you.”
The words earn him a sigh, the omega sinking into him as he drifts off into an exhausted sleep. It leaves the two alphas to share a long glance, lips twitching with content smiles as they wait for their knots to deflate enough to get into a more comfortable position. “You think he’ll be ready?” Clark asks quietly.
Bruce raises a questioning eyebrow and Clark lovingly pats Jason’s cum-swollen belly. “To have our pups?”
The thought draws a delighted purr from Bruce’s chest, a lazy warmth spreading through his chest. “I’m sure. He always wanted pups even before he presented.”
The answer seems to soothe Clark’s concern, his lips splitting apart in a low groan as he carefully pulls his now softened cock free from Jason’s hole. Bruce lingers for another moment before mirroring the movement, his fingers gently tracing the puffy ring of muscles still gaping from the penetration. He chuckles quietly, fingers instinctively scooping up some of the cum that’s threatening to run out and pushing it back inside. The gentle penetration makes Jason stir in his sleep, a low whine on his lips.
“We did quite a number on him,” Clark breathes, his usually so perfect appearance a proper post-fuck mess now and Bruce is pretty sure he doesn’t look any better.
His own lips pulling up, Bruce pulls Jason into his chest, shifting so that the three of them can curl up together for a little while. “You know, that’s exactly how he wants it.” Because their omega is insatiable and needy and utterly perfect for them.