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“Hmm, okay,” Ten places the scent sample back on the desk for the doctor to quickly reseal. “Can we do the next one?”
Their fertility specialist smiles and takes out the next alpha scent file and opens the file on her desk. “Sure thing, okay this one is from a…twenty-nine year old male. I think this sample is from a few years ago, so it might not be the strongest anymore.”
She hands the swab to Mark to delicately sniff at, who casts unsure eyes at Ten. They’d been here for an hour now, chatting through their situation, the process, and smelling pheromone samples with an overwhelmingly patient beta doctor.
It’s not always the easiest thing for an omega couple to conceive, but Mark and Ten are determined. If they really wanted to start a family, why not now? They didn’t want to put it off any longer. It was like all the signs in the universe are pointing them in that direction, little messages and premonitions carried on the wind, whispering urgently in their ears. Now. Now is the time.
They’re stable, they’re in love (have been, for over seven years), and their desire to grow their family and bring a little one into the world is…is like an itch they just can’t quite scratch, a longing for something they’ve never had that haunts them even in their dreams.
Mark’s last heat was particularly rough, he’d been crying out for his pups, confused and delirious and nearly hysterical.
So Ten, being the older one, being the driving force in their relationship, knew exactly what had to be done. Something they’d wanted but had been scared they couldn’t have. But who says they couldn’t have it?
Mark holds the sample swab a few inches from his nose and inhales with a little scrunch of his nose. Adorable, as always. Ten smiles and squeezes his knee. He can’t help but want to coo over him, even if the sterility of the office was infringing on how intimate this really was. Choosing an alpha's pheromones, seeing which of the available candidates Mark’s inner omega would respond to.
As the fertility specialist put it, for whatever reason, the seed is likelier to take if Mark's omega responds positively to the alpha’s pheromones. Even though the alpha wouldn’t be present during the fertility treatments and insemination, even though they’d never see his face or hear his voice or shake his hand. He’d be one of the most important people in their life, but they’d never get the chance to meet him and thank him.
It’s kind of bittersweet. But Ten pushes the uncomfortable feelings of the whole process down to the pits of his stomach. He’s here for Mark. Mark would be the one to carry their child, to bring a new life into their worlds, a new planet in their orbit.
Why? Well, simply put, and perhaps crudely put, Mark had a body better suited for birthing. According to the doctors. And according to anyone who had laid eyes on his hips and ass.
Mark’s eyes widen comically as he takes another loud sniff. “Oh! Oh, wow. Tennie, smell this one.” Mark licks his lips absentmindedly and shakes his head, as if trying to shake the effects of the scent out of his respiratory system. “This one is…I think this is the best one so far. For sure.”
Ten gingerly takes it out of Mark’s small hands, closes his eyes, and breathes it in.
Oh.
He finds himself doing the exact same thing as Mark, shaking his head to center himself. That one…despite being a few years old it feels the most potent, it tugs at something deep inside him, has his omega pawing the ground restlessly. Makes his gut glench and arousal pool between his thighs.
“Wow. Yeah. This one is…really strong.”
Understatement.
Mark makes grabby hands, and Ten passes it back over with a small huff of a laugh, watches how his mate breathes the alpha’s scent in with his eyes closed in pleasure.
“This is the one,” Mark says firmly, handing the sample back to the doctor to seal. “It has to be this one.”
”Alright! That’s excellent! It usually takes much longer to find a compatible match, let me just see…Oh. Oh no, I am…I apologize, you two. I hadn’t realized…it seems like we ran out of this donor’s samples a while ago. I don’t know why they still have him in the system…” The doctor flips through his file and begins furiously typing on her computer.
Mark looks at Ten with panicked eyes, disappointment washing over him, and he’s not trying to hide it. He’s looking at Ten to make things better, to fix it.
So, that’s what Ten does. He quickly scans the file upside down and grips Mark’s hand to comfort him.
“I can show you some more samples,” The doctor offers with an apologetic smile. “I’m sure we can find another match. I’m really sorry about this.”
Ten stands up and drags Mark with him.
“No, that’s okay! We’ll schedule another appointment. Thanks so much for your time.”
Mark follows him with his confused puppy-dog expression that is infuriatingly hard to ignore.
“I’ll explain in the car,” Ten whispers as he waves good-bye to the flustered receptionist with a bright smile. “Trust me.”
”Okay…?” Mark says at full volume. “What are you talking about?”
Ten rolls his eyes. He should have learned his lesson about trying to quietly relay information to Mark in public by now.
In the car, Ten grabs both of Mark’s hands in his and gives a little shake.
”Mark. We are going to get you that sample. I promise.”
Mark’s eyebrows skyrocket up his forehead before they scrunch together in confusion. “What? Ten, the doctor said–“
”I don’t care!” Ten says with a squeeze of their hands. “I read his file.”
Mark wrenches his hands out of Ten’s grip. “What!? Ten! That’s like…super unethical!”
Ten snorts and starts the car. “Whatever, if it was that confidential she wouldn’t be laying his file on the desk like that. I have eyes, am I not supposed to see with them?”
“That’s not cool, dude! That’s a violation of…of something! Oh my god, we are going to get in so much trouble, you can’t do stuff like this! You know it stresses me out…’
Ten giggles as Mark holds his head in his hands, practicing his breathing exercises the entire drive home.
——
Twelve days later, Ten’s hunching over at their kitchen table with his iPad, iPhone, and laptop all open in front of him. Sleuthing.
“Mark! Mark, I found him!” Ten yells to Mark, who’s puttering around doing the laundry. “That was actually way harder than I thought it would be. I’m, like, a genius.”
Mark shuffles behind him with socked feet and drapes himself over his back, dead weight so heavy that Ten groans under him.
“Show me, show me, show me.”
Ten lifts his phone up for Mark to see, and scrolls through the alpha’s instagram slowly.
He’s hot. He’s incredibly, insanely hot. Actually, he’s exactly the type of alpha that Ten used to go for before he and Mark locked it down. The kind of alpha that Mark used to go for himself, although he would deny it until he’s red in the face (wouldn’t want to hurt Ten’s feelings even though that would be ridiculous, but Mark is just sweet like that). Tall, ripped, bedroom eyes…just…dreamy.
“It took me forever to find him, but I’m 99.999% sure this is him. I cross-referenced all of his socials, including LinkedIn.” He wants to brag a little, he’s proud of himself.
Mark breathes loud in his ear. “Johnny?” He asks with a loaded whisper. Ten can smell the waves of excitement rolling off him, so strong it tickles his nose. He’s always been better at containing his scent than Mark.
“I guess he doesn’t go by Youngho anymore or something,” Ten mutters. “Jaehyunnie also follows him. He can vouch for us.”
Ten clicks on the Follow button and pulls up his DMs to start drafting a message.
“Wait. Ten. Wait a second, what are you doing?”
“I’m just…gonna say…hi?”
”No you’re not, that’s not what you’re writing. Hey! Lemme see!”
Ten shoves Mark off with a little 'oof' (softly, of course) and stands up. “I gotta craft the perfect message, Mark. I can’t have you…breathing down my neck. Sorry, baby.” He smacks a kiss on his mate’s cheek, ignores the huffy little pouty face he’s put on, and lays himself across the couch. Mark just rolls his eyes and picks the laundry basket back up to drag it to their bedroom.
When Leon jumps on his chest he gives his little forehead a peck and whispers, “Wish me luck.”
——
Johnny’s mindlessly scrolling Instagram as he waits for Jaehyun to hurry up in the sauna so Johnny can treat him to sushi (a post-shift ritual on the weekends).
He owes a lot to Jaehyun, especially since he got him this comfy gig a few years back. It’s a nice gym, with nice clientele, in a nice neighborhood, that pays him…very nicely. A few years ago he had no idea someone could make a living doing personal training, but it figures his best friend would be able to score something like this with his dimples and share the wealth.
Before this he’d been doing a lot of vaguely questionable things to pay rent. Donating plasma, selling his sperm, DJing at weddings, etc.
But now? Now he gets to work in a field he excels in, gets to help people meet their goals, transform their lives, and keep themselves healthy. Plus, there are a lot of MILFs that love to feel up his biceps, which is good for his ego.
He opens his DMs to check out some memes Taeyong sent him earlier when he notices he has a notification in his Requests. Probably some new bogus brand deal for protein powder, but he decides to check anyway.
Tapping through, he brings up the message and his eyes widen. It’s a huge block of text, with a few confusingly placed emojis, from a guy he’s never seen before in his life. That apparently knows Jaehyun. And thinks he smells good. And wants him to donate his seed to him and his mate…the “old fashioned way”…? Which means, what exactly?
Okay, wait a second, this has to be some scam. But then Johnny pulls up his profile and is met with a pair of the cutest omegas he’s seen in recent memory. Adorable, and obviously in love. So much so that it would be nauseating if they weren’t so…attractive. His mind goes to a dangerous place, but he snaps himself out of it quickly. Sort of.
Johnny’s weak, okay? He’s only an alpha after all.
Johnny’s fish mouthing on the bench, reading the message for probably the tenth time in a row, when Jaehyun walks out of the sauna with a small towel tied around his waist. Ruffling his hair with another one.
“You good, bro?” Jaehyun rolls his towel up and whips it at him with a thwack, frowning when Johnny only reacts with a wince. “Yo. Johnny. You good?”
Johnny shakes his head quickly and pockets his phone.
“Hey, do you know a…Ten?”
The answer is obviously yes based on the way Jaehyun flushes all the way up to his ears.
——
That’s how Johnny finds himself at some innocuous coffee chain a few Saturdays later, bouncing his leg beneath the table and chastising himself for showing up so early.
He’d been texting Ten back and forth for the last two weeks, just to…try and understand what the hell was going on and why they decided to reach out to him of all people, a total stranger.
Well, maybe not so much of a stranger to them. Ten explained their situation, that they needed a sperm donor, that they knew he used to donate. And you better believe he drilled into that. Because, he was almost 100% certain that those donations were supposed to be kept anonymous. That was one of the reasons he did it. If he ever saw a kid run past him on the street that bore an eerie likeness to himself, he didn’t want anyone else to make the connection.
Again, he’d done a lot of questionable things to pay rent in his early twenties. Okay, maybe this example wasn’t actually questionable, but when you’re the one in the sterile room at the fertility center jacking off into a cup with collages of sexy omegas plastered on the walls, when you’re the one handing said warm sample cup to the attendant waiting for you to finish outside, it definitely feels questionable.
This was perhaps more questionable.
He has a lot of questions, but Jaehyun said nothing but good things about Ten and his mate, so he’s willing to hear them out.
Because at the end of the day, Johnny likes to help people. In the small ways he can. And if giving them a turkey baster of his seed could help them build a family together, then maybe that’s some good karma coming his way.
Even if he’s a little murky on how they singled him out.
He smells them before he sees them. Or, more like, he smells a pair of omega signals that would’ve sent him on his ass if he wasn’t already sitting down. Two scents that smell stronger and speak to his inner alpha louder than anyone he’d smelled in a long time. Recent hookups included. And with their signals intermingling? It was like getting slapped upside the head. Twice. Made his ears ring a little.
“Hi Johnny,” a bright voice sounds behind him. “Right on time!”
Johnny turns in his seat and swallows hard when he lays his eyes on the two omegas standing together, drinks in hand.
Ten is even more stunning in person, short hair with bangs fringing his forehead, a kind smile stretching across his face that veered mischievous. His eyes are sparkling…but maybe that’s the coffee shop’s overhead lighting. Just…gorgeous. (And sexy. Very sexy.)
Next to him stands his mate…what was his name again? Mark? Younger, dark hair curling around his nape and softening the sharp angles of his cheeks and jaw. He looks as nervous as Johnny feels, teeth biting at his lower lip, eyes wide and eyebrows knit together.
“Hey,” Johnny manages to croak out. “Hey, nice to, um, oh shit I should probably–“ Johnny stands up and reaches his hand out towards Ten to shake. “Sorry, I don’t know where my manners went. It’s nice to meet you.”
Ten laughs, it’s beautiful, it makes Johnny’s breath catch in his throat. His small hand grasps his and gives an exaggerated shake. Playful.
“Nice to meet you, too.” Ten takes the hand that shook Johnny’s and uses it to rub Mark’s back. “This is Mark. Mark, baby, say hi.”
“Hi.” Mark’s hand is warm when he shakes it, trembling almost.
He’s so nervous, Johnny’s inner alpha wants to send out signals of comfort to cool him down. But that would be five steps too far for having just met. When Mark finally meets his eyes, Johnny gives him a small reassuring smile which the omega returns.
Cute. Really, really cute.
He realizes he’s still holding onto Mark’s hand a beat too slow and quickly takes it back, gesturing to the open chairs on the table.
“Why don’t you guys sit down?”
——
Ten minutes later, Johnny is running a hand through his hair, stressed. “Wait. Wait a second. I thought…”
”It’s really the only way to do it,” Ten says matter-of-fact, taking a sip of his iced americano. “It’s way more likely that the seed will actually take this way, I’m not gonna risk your sperm getting cool and less potent while we…put it in a bag and squeeze it into Mark’s pussy or something.”
”Ten!” Mark whisper-yells. “Please stop, please. Everyone can hear you.” He hides his burning face in his hands and slumps in his seat. “Oh my god, this is so embarrassing.”
Johnny drums his fingers on the table nervously. “So, you’re saying, correct me if I’m wrong here, you want me to…help Mark through his heat and, um…” Johnny clears his throat. Mark’s right. This is really embarrassing to talk about, even more so in a public space where people are definitely eavesdropping.
“And knock him up, yes.” Ten smiles and pets Mark’s head. Mark, who is still hiding in the comfort of his hands with his shoulders drawn up to his ears. “He’ll be so good for you, won’t you Markie?”
Mark just makes a pained noise into his palms.
See, when Ten first mentioned that he’d want Johnny to do things the old fashioned way, he truly thought they were going to go for the turkey baster method. That or, a dark corner of his mind hoped, he’d be fucking Ten. Ten who first reached out, Ten who shook his hand and made introductions, Ten who can…maintain eye contact. Really, really well. Unlike Mark, who can’t look in Johnny’s direction without blushing and nibbling on the knuckle of his pointer finger.
”It’s just biology!” Ten continues, eyes keeping contact with Johnny’s even though he desperately wants to look elsewhere. “There’s truly no better way. You knot him a few times when he’s the most fertile, and then a few weeks later we can see if it sticks! But I think it will. Seriously, I know I mentioned this already, but you should’ve seen Mark’s face when he smelled your pheromone sample at the clinic.”
“Is…Mark okay with this?” Johnny gestures to the youngest one at the table with a doubtful expression. “I don’t know guys…this is kind of…intimate, don’t you think?”
Ten leans across the table and pats Johnny’s hand. “It will be so much more fun this way. Just imagine, my sweet angel here on his back for you to knot as many times as you possibly can. Doesn’t that sound good?” His voice has dipped low, into something sultry. It’s like the hum of the cafe fades to the background. All he can focus on are Ten’s dark eyes boring into his, on how smooth his hand feels. “He’ll be on his best behavior, I promise he’s not always this shy. He’s a real knot-slut when he wants to be.”
”Ten!” Mark pleads, he’s peeking out of his hands now, eyes darting between the two of them. “Stop!”
Ten doesn’t stop. But he does lean back in his seat, removes his hand from Johnny’s to wrap an arm around his mate and turn a fond look towards him. “He’s so flexible, Johnny. You can take him in any position you can think of. He’s super bendy. Plus, during his heat, he gets so, so wet, it’s actually crazy. One time, I was able to put two knot toys in him at the same time, and he–“
”Okay!” Johnny interrupts, putting his hands in the air. “Okay, you don’t have to–let’s..give Mark a little decency here.”
”Thank you.” Mark huffs, a grateful expression crossing his tomato-red face. “He doesn’t need to know all that, Ten!”
Ten smiles slyly and looks Johnny up and down. “I think he does.”
Johnny sighs heavily and runs his hands through his hair yet again. He doesn’t even want to know what it looks like at this point. It’s probably getting greasy from his sweaty palms. He scrubs his face and takes in the two omegas across from him.
Cute, blushing Mark. And cute, oversharing Ten.
“So, no child support,” Johnny starts listing, Ten nods. “I’d come over during Mark’s heat and stay there as long as it takes. You’d let me know if it…works or not. If it doesn’t, maybe try again. And if you do…have your kid, it’s up to me whether or not I ever want to pop by and see it–I mean, him…or her. Them.”
God, this is awkward.
Ten nods along and brushes Mark’s hair out of his eyes. “Yep, that’s about it.”
”I guess the only question I have is for Mark.” Johnny says slowly, fiddling with his lukewarm drink. Mark perks up at attention, turns his big eyes towards Johnny with total focus and earnestness. “Do you actually want to do this? I don’t…It’s just, you seem unsure, maybe.”
Ten stifles a laugh as Mark’s jaw locks. Determined looking. “I want this. I want a baby more than anything.”
”And he really wants to fuck you,” Ten adds, booted-foot dragging against the inside of Johnny’s calf under the table. “He told me so himself.”
“Really?”
Mark starts tapping a beat out on the table. “Of course I want to fuck you! You’re sexy as shit!” Mark says adamantly, frustrated sounding. Like Johnny doesn’t believe him, doesn’t believe he’s fuckable.
But it’s loud, too loud. All the heads in the cafe pivot towards their table, and Mark shrinks in his seat once again.
Ten tuts and sends an apologetic smile to the tables immediately surrounding them. “Babe, volume control. So embarrassing.”
He sends Johnny a look that says 'What can you do?', which he isn’t sure is exactly fair.
——
They leave the cafe shortly after that, much to the relief of probably all the other patrons. Johnny definitely is never going to set foot inside this location ever again, if just for peace of mind.
They exchange numbers and go their separate ways after he puts Mark’s heat into his calendar app. It’s in two weeks. Enough time to put his cycle leave notice in at work and make any other preparations.
Fuck, they’re really doing this. Johnny is gonna be a Dad. Kind of. Not really.
Ten wraps an arm around Mark’s shoulder and plants a loud smack of a kiss on his cheek as they walk down the sidewalk away from Johnny.
It makes him smile. They’re adorable, actually. A very sweet couple. So deserving of a pup, so deserving of a happy little family. They’re very lucky, lucky to have each other.
As Johnny heads out the opposite way, he also finds something yearning wrapping around his ribs and heart. Something a little ache-y, deep seeded and longing. Like when you feel nostalgic for a place or time you’ve never been before, for something you’ve never had. And can’t have.
Well, nothing a good workout can’t fix. Right?
Johnny hopes so. Maybe it’s time he starts thinking about settling down himself, for real this time.
——
As the days tick closer to Mark’s heat, he starts cleaning their apartment from top to bottom. Ten doesn’t really help at all, just watches him vacuum and dust and deep clean from the comfort of the couch, his latest drama on the TV.
But that’s okay, this isn’t his heat, he doesn’t have the same nest-building instincts kicking into gear. His inner omega is not grappling with the knowledge that he’s going to have a new person in his nest this time around, and an alpha at that.
An alpha.
Mark hasn’t had sex with an alpha in…years. Not since their random threesome with Jaehyun five years ago. (It was Valentine’s Day, Jaehyun was all alone, and it was the poor alpha’s birthday. It didn’t take much for Ten and Mark to take pity on him.) But even that was a very…alpha focused threesome, more blowjobs and performative omega-on-omega action than anything.
This was his heat. One of his most vulnerable times. And he was letting a stranger in.
Okay, not a total stranger. He knew Johnny now, he’d even sent Mark some cute baby animal memes on Instagram…for some reason. Mark wasn’t really sure what to make of that, but he knew Johnny was trying to put him at ease. He was a nervous wreck at their last meeting, and he’s mortified by it, to be quite honest.
Sitting there, next to Ten, he had to squeeze his legs together and police his scent from sending out signals of excitement and want and lust. It wouldn’t be appropriate. Johnny was so hot. And he smelled even better in person. It made him want to push the alpha’s arm up and bury his nose in his armpit…or something.
He hadn’t given it too much thought. (This is a lie.)
Part of him feels guilty for desiring Johnny so much when he has Ten’s mating bite branded on his neck, but he tries to listen to the voice in his head that sounded like Ten, reassuring him that it was good that he wanted Johnny so bad. It would be good for conceiving. It was the way that he and Ten could make a family.
After stretching a clean top sheet on the bed (all by himself, exhausting), Mark collapses onto it and breathes in the scent of lavender soap. It’s soothing. He closes his eyes and sighs, lets his mind drift back to his heat, to Johnny.
Johnny’s big hands that Mark watched him wrap around a sweating iced americano, pretended like it didn’t make his mouth go dry. Johnny’s plush lips, his golden eyes, the muscles jumping on his arms…his scent. Ten sitting next to him, telling Johnny all about how he’d get to fuck Mark, and the obvious spike in the alpha’s scent when he found out. Ten’s pleased scent curling around it, a noxious cocktail of desire that Mark wanted to get lost in. Even if he could barely maintain eye contact.
Ten finds him five minutes later grinding against a pillow and breathing hard.
“Hey baby,” Ten cooes. He flops beside Mark and starts stroking his back. “Somebody’s getting worked up.”
”Pre-heat,” Mark mumbles, opening his eyes an inch to look at Ten. Ten, who’s running his hand up and down his back, comforting. Sending out sweet omega signals of care and comfort. ”I think it’s–mpfh–hitting me hard this time.”
Mark doesn’t stop rolling his hips against the pillow underneath him, the soft friction rubbing his pussy in a way that feels teasingly good. Not totally satisfying, but satiating some of his base urges nonetheless. Ten watches him with hungry eyes, tank top slipping off his shoulder. He brings his slim fingers to the seam of Mark’s skimpy sleep shorts and presses before reaching up under the fabric to grab at his ass.
“Think you can come like this?” Ten asks lowly, continuing to grope and squeeze, helping push Mark’s hip as he humps their poor pillow.
Mark whines and looks over his shoulder at him, all flush and bleary eyed. “Don’t know. But it feels good.”
Ten gives a small laugh, more of an exhale than anything, and rolls Mark’s shorts and underwear down his toned, hairy thighs. He helps Mark out of them, groaning when the smell of his pre-heat hits his nose, his pheromone-dense slick dripping down his legs. Pungent, sweet smelling. A signal of fertility, a signal of need and want.
Mark continues his helpless rutting as Ten brings two fingers and rubs against his slick entrance, dragging through the folds.
“You’re so wet,” Ten says. He slips his middle finger inside Mark easy. He lets out a hum of satisfaction as Mark rocks back on it, rubbing his clit against the pillow while fucking himself on Ten’s finger. He adds his pointer alongside it, brings his other hand up to rub at Mark’s ass. “You don’t usually get so excited this early. Your heat’s not supposed to hit until this weekend. Hmm, are you thinking about a certain someone, baby? You thinking about alpha?”
”Ten,” Mark moans. “Your fingers feel so good, fuck.”
Ten coos and twists his fingers in and out as Mark grinds himself on them. “Should I ask Johnny to drop off a shirt later, since he’s not coming over until Saturday? Maybe it will help.”
Mark gasps and his hips stutter, he looks back at Ten with wet eyes. “I don’t–I don’t know, Ten. Ten, it feels good.”
Ten leans over him and crooks his fingers, starts fingering Mark’s pussy hard and fast. Whispers in his ear, “You know what’s gonna feel good? Johnny’s cock. It’s big, I know it is. He sent me a picture. It’s gonna fill you up so good.”
Mark arches his back and scrunches his eyes closed, abdomen tightening and body going all tense. “Ten,” he mewls weakly. “I wanna, please.” Ten’s doing the thing he does that Mark never really understands, stroking him just the right way inside that makes his brain go all numb and fuzzy. It’s forceful and inescapable, borderline painful but so, so good. “No! Stop, stop, Tennie, it’s too much. I’m–I don’t wanna…ruin the pillow.”
”You can squirt baby, it’s okay,” Ten says sweetly (it’s saccharine and evil-sounding), pressing a kiss to his mating scar before dragging his tongue against it. Their bond burns red hot, pulsing through Mark’s veins. “You can make a mess. I wanna watch you squirt all over Johnny’s knot when he comes over. Can you do that for me? Hm? Squirt all over him while he fucks his cum in you?”
Mark moans, broken sounding, and shakes underneath Ten. Warm fluid gushes from his pussy, making Ten’s finger squelch loud and lewd. Ten laughs and mumbles praises in his ears, nuzzles into his neck and pumps him through it.
“Good boy, Markie. You’re so sexy.”
Mark’s heavy breathing slowly returns to normal as he cuddles into Ten’s side, pillow still trapped between his thighs. He drinks in his mate’s scent and relishes in the orgasm he pulled from deep within him. He’ll be good for a little while now, omega happy for the time being, willing to lift the heavy weight of instinct and need.
As Mark kisses at the mark he made on the juncture of Ten’s neck two years ago, he startles. “Wait. When did Johnny send you a dick pic!?”
Ten giggles and kisses his crinkle forehead. “Literally ten minutes ago. That’s why I came to find you, silly. He’s thick, cut, and, like, really hairy. You’re gonna drool.” He waggles his eyebrows.
Mark softens, smiles sheepishly. “Oh.” Then, remembers himself. “Wait, no, why did he send you a dick pic!?”
Ten shrugs. “I asked him to. Wanted to see it. Needed to make sure it was worthy of you.”
“Really?”
“Mm…mostly,” Ten smiles slyly.
Mark scoffs in disbelief and shakes his head. Not mad at all. Amused, a little. Horny, a lot. ”You’re unbelievable!”
Ten shrieks as Mark flips him on the bed, starts tickling his sides and under his arms. “Okay! Okay! I just wanted to see it! I’m sorry!” Ten laughs, obviously not sorry in the slightest.
And Mark doesn’t want him to be. Not really. That’s what he loves about Ten. He’s so…honest, so unabashed about what he wants.
“So are you gonna show me this dick pic or what?”
Ten grunts and wheezes. “Maybe if you get off of me, you’re going to squish me to death. I’m gonna suffocate under your juicy ass.”
Mark laughs, “Yeah, you wish.”
”You know who else has a great ass?” Ten asks as Mark rolls off of him. “Johnny.”
”Dude, what? His ass is like…half the size of mine.”
Ten looks shocked. “Really?”
____
The days leading up to Mark’s heat do hit harder than usual, requiring a lot more tender love and care from Ten. And Ten is more than happy to provide just that. He fucks him with an 8-inch dildo while pressing a vibrator to his clit, eats him out until he rides the wave of one orgasm into the next,and cuddles him on the couch while he spoonfeeds him fruit (Ten himself does not eat the fruit).
Per Ten’s request, Johnny drops a shirt off on Friday morning. Sweaty, peeled from his skin post-morning workout, and immediately handed off to Ten in the hallway of their apartment building. Ten pats his ass as Johnny turns to leave, which he’s pretty sure he did not sign up for. But he likes it.
Once Ten brings it to Mark, he holds the sweaty gym shirt to his face and mouths at the fabric while Ten rubs his clit and presses wet kisses to his chest and stomach. Mark even drags it over the scent glands on his neck, scenting himself with Johnny’s alpha pheromones. It’s soothing, all-consuming, and does wonders to make his pre-heat bearable until Saturday morning.
His omega is growing wildly impatient. Begging for a knot, begging to be pinned to the bed and bred.
Saturday. Saturday.
Mark can’t wait.
Neither can Ten.
Neither can Johnny.
____
On Saturday afternoon, at 1pm sharp, Johnny rings the doorbell. He has a small duffle of a few changes of underwear and house clothes, some toiletries, and a fuck ton of protein bars. Plus, some prescription knotting pills from his doctor (who winked when he sent the prescription off, name brand Reknotify) so he can keep his stamina up through the next couple days.
Because if Ten and Mark are serious about conceiving, which they certainly are, he knows they’re not going to rest until he’s totally spent. Until he’s physically unable to knot. At least, that’s the vibe Ten has been giving him over text.
Ten has been texting him a lot. So much so that Johnny is starting to wonder if he’s even clued Mark in to all of their back and forth. Their back and forth including mirror selfies of Ten, pictures of Mark sleeping with their cats curled up around him, pictures of Mark half-naked in bed and sucking on Ten’s fingers, pictures of Johnny spilling into his fist from the sight.
This whole situation has been a lot more sexual than he thought it would be. He seriously through this was going to be some clinical transaction of sperm and thanks, maybe a couple baby pictures down the road.
He definitely didn’t expect it to make him so…horny.
Fucking Mark through his heat, no condom, with the purpose of legitimately breeding him? It had his inner alpha going haywire. He is going to get to satiate urges he never has before. Ever. So yeah, as the days grew closer, he started getting genuinely excited.
But right now? He’s getting genuinely anxious. Ten doesn’t come on the first ring of the bell so he presses it again, looking around the hallway nervously. Even though he’s expecting the door to swing open, it still startles him when it does.
Especially given Ten’s current state. Ruffled, mussed, and a little sweaty.
The smell of it almost knocks him out. Mark’s heat pheromones leaking out of the apartment mixed with the close scent of Ten’s obviously empathetic omega, spilling out hard-to-ignore signals himself.
“Thank god you’re here,” Ten says, waving him in, barely sparing him a glance. Johnny can’t even get a greeting in. “I’ve been taking care of him but he needed a proper knot, like, ten minutes ago. The knot toys aren’t enough this time. Come in, come in.”
Johnny shucks his shoes off and follows Ten into their apartment, careful not to trip over the cats circling his legs.
Ten opens the door to what must be the bedroom, something sparkling in his eyes that Johnny can’t quite place. “I hope you’re ready.”
“Yeah, I…oh,” Johnny fumbles whatever he was going to say at the sight of Mark spread out in bed. Curled up in a ball, clad only in a pair of soaked panties, clutching at himself and breathing heavily. He’s holding something close to his face, and Johnny blinks hard once he realizes it’s his sweaty gym shirt. That’s when his own scent hits him, he realizes belatedly that it’s wafting through the air, spinning circles around both Mark and Ten. As if he scented them himself, as if he’d laid claim to them.
His inner alpha stands at attention, fully aware that this is an omega in need, in dire need. One that bears the weight of his claim, his omega. Omegas.
Thankfully he took one of those knotting pills before he left the house.
Johnny can’t help but flinch when Ten lays his hands on his shoulders, so focused in on the omega in bed, but he lets the older omega take his duffel bag off and place it on the floor. Let’s him strip Johnny’s light jacket off and throw that on the floor as well. But when Ten’s hands loop around him to start fiddling with his belt, he grabs at his wrists.
“I can…I can do that part.”
Ten giggles behind him, and he could swear he feels the omega press his face into his shoulders and breathe him in. But he’s not 100% sure.
He’s a little distracted.
Mark is writhing on the bed, tugging his underwear down with a frustrated expression, looking at Johnny with watery eyes.
“Alpha,” Mark whimpers quietly, throwing Johnny’s shirt to the ground. “Please. Come here, what’s taking you so long? I need it. Ten, make him come here. I can’t wait any longer, it hurts.” It’s petulant and whiny, sour and demanding.
Johnny’s alpha responds to Mark’s impatience, to the suggestion that his alpha isn’t meeting demands. He wants to dive into the bed, rip his legs open, and sink his cock into Mark’s slick heat. But he doesn’t know where to start, what’s appropriate, especially not with Ten’s dancing fingers running up his arms.
“Are you nervous, alpha?” Ten sidles up beside him and starts leading him to the bed with a hand on his bicep. “We need you, come on. Take your pants off and get in bed.”
Johnny watches with a lump in his throat as Ten climbs next to Mark, peeling his tank top off to reveal a scattering of tattoos and lean, toned muscle. Now he’s claad only in a pair of plaid boxers. Ten carefully slips Mark’s panties off from where they get twisted around his ankles, tutting quietly and pressing a kiss to his knee.
“Alpha’s here, baby. He’s gonna help you, but you have to be good. You have to be nice.”
After unfastening his belt and pulling his jeans down, Johnny joins the two omegas on the bed. He almost trips when the jeans get stuck around his ankles, but it’s mostly because he’s distracted. Ten and Mark are making out, Mark’s hands clutching at Ten’s face like a lifeline, hips bucking up in arousal as Ten scratches through his pubes and drags his fingers through his folds. Not quite giving Mark the contact his clit is probably aching for, not dipping his fingers into his leaking entrance, no, just getting him even more worked up.
“How do you want me?” Johnny breathes, not quite sure who he should be directing the question to. Mark is the one in heat, but he’s burrowing his face in the mating scar on Ten’s neck, so it’s a safe bet he’s close to going nonverbal. He’s done acknowledging Johnny for now, it seems.
“Just knot him quick and I think he’ll be in a better place,” Ten says quietly. He’s holding Mark in his arms, petting at his messy hair. It was sweet, a little beautiful somehow. Ten gives a little scoff as Mark starts suckling his mating bite, “I don’t think he’s any use to either of us right now.”
Mark gives a little whine from the crook of his neck, but it doesn’t do anything to prove Ten wrong.
”You should’ve heard him earlier, Johnny,” Ten says with a fond smirk. “He was talking a big game about what he wanted you to do to him once you got here, and now look at him.”
Johnny smiles back at him, but finds a blush dusting his cheeks. Why is this situation making him feel so…vulnerable? Shy, almost? It’s weird, he’s helped so many, so many, omegas through their heats before. But usually there’s a lot more warm up, some more kissing and heavy petting. Maybe it’s because he’s intruding on a little bubble of intimacy, and feels the need to tread carefully. Well aware that he’s, in a lot of ways, a dick-for-hire.
He strips out of his shirt and briefs, feeling the warmth of two pairs of eyes raking over his body. He flexes a little, pretends like he’s not posing at his best angle as he crunches his abs and twists his torso just so. He works hard for this body, he likes to show it off.
Ten hums appreciatively as Johnny wraps his fingers around his cock and gives it a few pumps to finish hardening up. The overwhelming swirl of omega pheromones went straight to his dick when he walked in, and the pills certainly helped.
As if he needed extra help fattening up, Ten shakes Mark’s shoulder, “Mark, baby, help Johnny put it in.” He sends a wink Johnny’s way.
Mark, entirely unaware of Ten’s lewd intentions, blindly grasps at Johnny’s dick, moaning once his fingers circle it.
“Big,” Mark whines. “Please, please, Johnny. Please.”
Ten’s right, Mark is absolutely zero help, limp hand groping at his cock like that’s all he can muster. It makes Johnny smile. He widens Mark’s legs and positions himself between them, wraps one hand around the base of his dick and one on Mark’s thigh, pushing his left leg up close to his chest, to angle his dick at his entrance. There’s slick drooling from it, pearling in his pubes and creating webs between his cheeks.
Johnny can’t help but exhale loudly at the sight, eyes glancing up to Ten for confirmation to continue. Ten gives a little nod and holds Mark tighter to him.
Mark gasps as Johnny starts sliding in, going slowly, inch by excruciating inch. He’s big, obviously, as an alpha, but even then…it can be hard for anyone beyond a slicked-up omega to take. Mark’s pussy welcomes the stretch, squeezes around him in a way that sends curls of pleasure shooting through his groin. Milking him already.
“Yeah,” Mark sighs, wrapping a lazy hand around Ten’s face, grabbing at his short hair. “Yeah.”
”That feel good?” Ten purrs. Johnny’s not quite sure who he’s asking, so he makes a little grunt as he sinks in to the base. “That’s what you needed, huh?”
Mark’s chest is flushed and heaving, eyes screwed shut in the safety of Ten’s embrace. “So deep, it’s so deep, oh my god. Ten, oh my god!” He starts grinding his hips down against Johnny, fucking himself on his cock. All Johnny can do is watch slack-jawed as the slick froths at his base. “Tennie, gimme. Gimme.” Delirious sounding, words slurred.
”Don’t ask me, baby,” Ten chastises, but he takes pity on Mark all the same. Puts two fingers on Mark’s engorged clit and starts rubbing slow circles on it. “Ask Johnny. Nicely.” His sharp eyes flit to the alpha. “Johnny, don’t move until he does.”
Johnny can’t help it, his eyebrows skyrocket to his hairline. Oh. But he stills anyway, watches as Mark continues to try and fuck himself on his cock, only moving a millimeter or two with each uncoordinated roll of his hips.
“Ngh, mpfh. J-Johnny, Johnny, please. Alpha. Alpha. Give it to me, please, please. P-pups, please, pup me.”
“Fuck.” At his whining, at his begging, Johnny lets out a deep rumble of a groan, more of a growl than anything, and starts thrusting steadily into Mark’s heat. Not looking to Ten for guidance anymore. That was more than asking nicely, that was an appeal to Johnny’s alpha, a request tugged on his not-so-buried instincts, on his true calling.
He was going to fuck his come into Mark so many times it takes, until he’d planted his seed so deep that life would be forced to grow from it. The thought has Johnny spiraling, gripping Mark’s thigh probably too hard. But omegas were flexible and quick-healing during their heats, used to being taken with rough force. Craved it, needed it.
The room fills with the sound of Johnny’s heavy balls slapping against Mark’s skin, with the sound of the loud squelching of his cock drilling into his pussy, with the sound of Mark’s high-pitched moans and Johnny’s low grunts.
“Does he feel good?” Ten asks. Again, unclear who the question is directed to. Both Mark and Johnny let out a small whine in response simultaneously, starting to properly get lost in each other. Ten giggles, sounding a little breathless himself.
Johnny lowers himself so he’s crouched more on top of Mark, taking his arm off Mark’s thigh and putting it under his armpit for stability. He’s properly drilling into Mark now, hard and fast and rough, so much so that his knot is just starting to swell just slightly. It’s a lot, two omegas scenting the room thick at once, one in the throes of a desperate heat.
Mark is fishmouthing at Johnny’s thrustings and Ten’s quick ministrations on his clit and folds, back arching.
“Close! Close, I wanna cum,” Mark pleads, wide, watering eyes looking up at Ten. “Ten, I need it.”
Johnny feels Ten’s hand under him start moving faster, collecting slick from where his cock is lodged in Mark and bringing it back up to his clit to make an easier slide.
“Come on, baby. Lock around him, you can do it,” Ten urges. He leans into Mark and muffles his plaintive cries with his lips.
Johnny moans at the sight. It’s like the best of omega-on-omega porn six inches away from his face, in the least problematic way possible. The angles of Ten’s profile caught by the afternoon sun, the way he licks into Mark’s pliant mouth…it’s devastatingly hot. Mark’s hands clutch at Johnny’s arms, at Ten’s arms, at the sheets. He’s nearing his climax, it’s obvious from how he’s clenching around Johnny. It coaxes Johnny’s knot to keep inflating, until he’s fucking Mark with his growing knot, forcing Mark’s entrance to stretch around it with each thrust.
Johnny feels Mark’s orgasm before he hears it or sees it, the inside of his warm pussy fluttering around his cock as he crunches up with a cry, lips breaking away from Ten’s. The young omega’s eyes roll to the back of his head, eyelashes wet and blinking furiously.
Catching the alpha by surprise, Ten knits his hand in the short hairs of his nape and pulls Johnny’s face towards him for a kiss. The omega sighs into, angles his head to kiss him even deeper. Johnny moans when Ten’s tongue drags over his lower lip.
And oh fuck, Johnny can…Johnny can taste the remnants of Mark’s slick on his tongue, from when Ten must’ve buried his face in Mark’s pussy before he came over.
The taste of Mark on Ten’s tongue, the feel of Mark snug around him, and the heady signals of orgasm and pleasure from two worked up omegas is what sends Johnny crashing over the edge, knot popping as deep as he can grind it within Mark.
Johnny breaks the kiss when Mark locks around him, wheezes, and drops his head onto Mark’s shaking chest to collect himself. Mark’s heart is banging loud against his ribs, hummingbird fast. Ten pets at Johnny’s nape as Mark milks him for all he’s got. It’s delicious, truly satisfying in every sense of the word.
“Heavy,” Mark grunts, tapping Johnny on the shoulder urgently. “Too heavy.”
Johnny laughs into his sweaty chest and pushes himself up so he’s not crushing the omega underneath him. He’s met with two smiling omega faces, and it’s honestly a lot. His knot throbs inside of Mark, hips jerking inctinually to try and grind deeper. It makes Mark give a small keen and pull Johnny down for a kiss.
It’s chaste almost. A soft press, Mark’s tongue ghosting at the seam of his lips. Johnny sighs into it before lifting himself up.
Unbridled affection squeezes at Johnny’s chest when he notices Ten thumbing at the mating mark on Mark’s shoulder. Something so sweet, so intimate, he feels honored just to be a part of it all.
The sweet moment is quickly brought to a halt when Mark starts writhing on his knot and whining about…something. Ten and Johnny look at each other and back at Mark, both confused. He’s mumbling, making grabby hands at Ten.
It’s adorable. Johnny hasn’t seen an omega this out of it during his heat in a long, long time.
“Tennie, my face.”
Ten laughs at thumbs at Mark’s cheekbones, another tender moment that makes Johnny smile. “It’s a very pretty face. What about it?”
“Sit on my face.”
Ten’s eyebrows jump as his eyes flit to Johnny and back to his mate, a blush spreading to his ears. “I’m okay, baby, this is about you.” He pets Mark’s hair, brushes the sweaty fringes out of his face.
His mate shakes his head viciously and uses his elbows to prop himself up, wriggling out of Ten’s hold. The movements make Johnny hiss and bite his lip, his tender knot getting squeezed and jostled. Stars tinge at the edges of his vision.
“Want you to feel good, too. It’s not fair. Wanna smell you, wanna taste you, please.”
And then Mark puts on these eyes, these shockingly irresistible coochie eyes, the likes of which Johnny has never seen before. Who, truly, who could resist that? Johnny couldn’t, he knows that for sure. They weren’t even turned on him but he knew he’d falter under the puppy-like gleam.
“Tennn.” It’s a drawn out whine. “I want you to feel good. You have to, please, I need it.”
Ten huffs and crinkles his nose, like a little kitten. Okay, maybe the knot is going to Johnny’s head right now, why is he being such a sap?
”Okay, okay. You win.” Ten shimmies out of his boxers (for some reason, Ten in boxers strikes Johnny as really, really sexy) and kicks them off the bed. “So demanding.”
”Is he always like this?” Johnny asks, hand stroking at Mark’s hip comfortingly as he watches Ten straddle Mark’s head. Ten is shy almost as he starts to lower himself over Mark, facing Johnny, gaze downcast now that he’s joining in properly.
“I’m not like anything,” Mark says with a tinge of cheek, before getting smothered by Ten.
“Be quiet, baby,” Ten says as he grinds against Mark’s mouth and nose. “No more talking.”
Johnny thumbs at Mark’s clit, drawing small circles on it as soft as his calloused thumb can manage, while he watches Ten rub himself on Mark’s mouth. Gives slow grinds inside of Mark, as much as the lock will allow. He can see flickers of Mark’s tongue as he eats Ten out, boxy jaw moving with purpose. Ten stabilizes himself with a light hand on Mark’s chest, playfully tweaking his nipple every so often, when he’s not going slack-jawed from pleasure.
That’s how Mark draws another orgasm out of Johnny, or more like how they draw one out of each other. Since Mark managed to properly lock around his knot (which Johnny hadn’t expected, to be honest, it’s not something to take for granted), they’re in the midst of that hazy half-hour of orgasmic bliss. Evolutionarily, Johnny supposes, it makes sense. Mark’s omega wants to pull all the seed it can from Johnny’s knot, wants to pin him in place and milk him for all he’s worth.
The sounds Mark makes during his orgasm are muffled by Ten’s pussy. Ten’s casting him shy glances as he starts veering closer to his own edge.
Johnny’s starting to feel like the luckiest alpha alive.
Ten comes shortly after, eyes gone pheromone drunk. He grabs at Johnny’s shoulder when he does, head dipping as if in prayer while he lets out a series of soft whimpers. His thighs lock up around Mark’s head, but he seems used to it, just pets at Ten’s toned legs, comforting him through his orgasm even though he’s riding out the aftershocks of his own.
After that, after Johnny’s knot deflates and Mark’s pussy allows him to pull out, Ten and Johnny fuss about. (That is, after Ten forces Mark to curl up into a ball with his hips tilted up to improve the chances of the conception. And after Ten pushes some of Johnny’s leaking come back into Mark’s puffy pussy, then licks his fingers clean.)
Water, snacks, toweling down themselves and toweling down Mark, who has gone totally boneless again.
When Johnny comes back from the bathroom, fresh briefs pulled on, he finds Mark cuddling into Ten’s side, sound asleep. Sound asleep even though the TV on the dresser is playing something on full blast. Ten gestures with his chin to the space next to Mark, inviting Johnny to join.
So he does. Watches whatever drama Ten has on, listens to him prattle on about the plot like he’s telling him the secrets of the universe. Like every word falling from Ten’s pretty mouth is sacred, something he needs to remember. Mark’s cold feet press against Johnny’s calves, seeking him out. The sleeping omega gives a little sigh once they make contact, a happy little thing.
Hours later, after another snack, Johnny has Mark doubled over in a mating press while Ten cooks dinner. Just the two of them, just for a bit. Mark grasps at Johnny’s shoulders like his life depends on it, begging him for his knot. Johnny doesn’t make him beg too much, doesn’t make him wait too long. He’s here for a reason. Mark comes around him while Johnny kisses at his shoulder and neck, the other side, the side without the mating mark.
When Ten comes back they’re laughing quietly, intimacy and affection bubbling up easily between them with Mark locked around his knot again. Ten spoon feeds them since they can’t really shift positions, chastising them whenever food drops to the bedspread.
So Saturday comes and goes.
Sunday passes by in a blur. He loses track of how many times he spills his seed into Mark. Johnny takes Mark on his side while the omegas make out, he takes Mark on his knees while the omega buries himself in his mate’s pussy, he takes Mark while he’s flat-ironed beneath him mouthing at the sheets. At night, Mark straddles Johnny’s lap and rides him to completion, but Ten has to sit up behind his mate to support his weight. He wraps his arms around Mark’s middle and hooks his chin on his shoulder, peering down at Johnny with eyes full of lust and want. Johnny grips Mark’s hips and helps, lifts and lowers him down on his cock, eyes flitting between Mark’s blissed out face and Ten’s dark stare. When Johnny comes he grabs at one of Ten’s hands and holds it tight, the other pressing against Mark’s abdomen, as if he could feel his dick pumping his come inside. He can’t, but he likes the thought.
Monday, though. Monday is a little bit different.
Monday is filled mostly with more of the same, but Mark isn’t as desperate. He’s not as needy for Johnny’s knot, so they pass more time, the three of them, together. Just talking, chatting, snacking, laying around in the omega’s big bed. On call for when another one of Mark’s waves hits. They laugh at Johnny’s jokes, all of them, and it feeds his ego enormously. Well, Mark genuinely laughs at all of his jokes, face crinkling up in delight. Ten, more often than not, just sends him these little looks like he doesn’t want to give in, would rather roll his eyes than humor him, but the fondness bleeds through all the same.
That’s when Johnny learns more about them (Mark is a sound designer, Ten…is generationally wealthy), about how they met (college), about why they wanted to start a family (love). At one point Johnny gets misty-eyed. He brushes it off by telling himself that he’s just a really empathetic person, but he knows there has to be more to it than that. It’s the way those two look at each other, so much loaded in their eyes…it’s a beautiful thing to see, but it’s also a doozy to be on the outside of.
Once Mark is locked around his knot again, Johnny realizes he forgot to take the knotting pills the last two days. Realizes that his body has been going through the motions, popping at least five knots a day, without any extra help. Which speaks more to the connection mounting between him and Mark and Ten than his own body’s endurance and stamina.
Later, as he’s rifling through his messy duffel to snag a protein bar, he hears Mark and Ten whispering on the bed behind him. This, he learned quickly, is a very frequent occurrence. They’re always whispering together, faces close, breathing each other’s air, wrapped in a shroud of familiarity and tender co-dependence.
His ears perk up when he hears his name, so he turns around and looks at them with an arched brow. “Whispering about me now?” He smirks, his confidence has grown around them over the last thirty-six hours, he doesn’t feel like an intruder anymore. More like a guest, a guest with a hell of a welcome. “Is Ten talking about my ass again?”
Mark laughs and claps, jostling Ten beside him who just gives a little sneer of a smile.
“So full of yourself,” Ten says with softness in his eyes, playfully tucking non-existent hair behind his ear. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”
Johnny rolls his eyes goodnaturedly and dives on the bed, sending Mark and Ten bouncing and shrieking.
After their laughs die down and a comfortable silence falls over them, Mark decides to break it by rocking Johnny’s world.
“Ten wants to fuck you.” Mark ignores the startled look Ten is shooting him. “You guys should fuck, I wanna watch.”
”Is that what you guys were whispering about just now?”
Ten gives a scandalized 'No!' at the same time Mark gives a mischievous 'Yes.'
“It’s my heat,” Mark whines, sending Ten those coochie eyes again. Johnny is a little more familiar with them now, they’ve even been directed at him. “Please?”
Johnny grins. And that’s how he finds himself on his back, with Mark tucked under his arm, big head resting on his chest, while Ten climbs on top of him. Johnny has never seen an omega willing to share like this during a heat, which speaks to Mark and Ten’s bond, the slow surge of pleasure that must get passed between the two whenever they have sex.
Mark has Johnny dick in his hand, stroking it with a twist on the tip like he’s a natural, like he does this every day of the week. Mark angles his head under Johnny’s armpit and nuzzles into the hair, breathing with his mouth open, tongue slightly sticking out so he can taste his alpha musk better. Even though Mark is “sharing,” even though he’s not the center of attention for a moment, he’s obviously still being driven by his heat. Needs some pheromone stabilizing.
Johnny lets him have it, even though it tickles a little. It’s hot.
Ten giggles once he realizes what Mark is doing, bats Mark’s hand away from Johnny’s cock and grabs it for himself. Rests his ass on Johnny’s thighs while he jerks him off, smiling when Johnny grabs at him with his free hand (the other wrapped around Mark).
“Okay, big boy,” Ten says as he lines himself up. He’s wet, really wet, Johnny can feel the slick drip onto his tip as Ten uses his cock to stimulate his clit and toy at his entrance. “Mark’s right, I did want this. You fucked him so good, I got jealous. Not jealous that Mark was fucking you but that, like, you were fucking him. You know what I mean?”
Yeah, he’s obviously not the omega in heat, he’s able to string coherent sentences together with a dick pressed against his pussy. Something Mark is entirely incapable of right now.
Ten moans as he sinks down on Johnny’s cock, rolling his hips to give a grind once he’s taken him all the way to the base. Ten doesn’t need help riding him the way Mark did the other night (and yesterday, and this morning). He’s able to bounce and grind himself just fine, raking one hand through his hair in a way that Johnny knows is just meant for him to drool over. He does, it works.
This is the moment when Johnny realized that he’s sliding into Ten without a condom on, which is probably not a smart move. STI-wise he knows they exchanged test results and everything is above board, but…but then Ten squeezes around him, wet and hot and perfect.
Wait, what was he worried about again?
Johnny simultaneously pets Mark's knobbed spine while bringing a thumb up to graze Ten’s nipples, fingers spread on the tattoo provocatively circling his pec. His core is engaged, abdominals flexing with effort as he starts gaining speed and momentum.
“Touch yourself,” Johnny says quietly, eyes raking over Ten’s body before settling on his face.
Ten smiles and shakes his head, “No, don’t wanna, I just want to feel your cock right now. Tell Mark to touch himself.”
Johnny huffs, but doesn’t mind Ten being a little contrarian. He’s not an alpha that needs to bark orders and have them acted on, but it does make his alpha feel good. So, he pats Mark on the back to get his attention. Mark pokes up from the refuge of his armpit with bleary eyes.
This time Johnny says it with a little bit of a laugh, “Touch yourself, baby”
Baby? He’s not sure where that came from, and he’s relieved to find that Ten doesn’t seem to care once he quickly casts his eyes over to check.
Mark keens and nuzzles more into his side, hand drifting southwards to touch himself. He inches up and plants his face into the side of Johnny’s neck. Breath loud in his ear, he starts making little puppy whines, easily worked up. He licks at Johnny’s scent gland and rubs his face all over it, scenting Johnny, laying a claim on him.
It speaks to his alpha, it really does, especially with another beautiful omega bouncing on his dick. Ten is rolling his hips in a way that should be criminal, unlike anything he’s ever seen outside of porn and anything he’s ever experienced himself.
“You’re so big,” Ten grunts. “Almost–ngh–almost hitting my cervix, oh my god.”
That just spurs Johnny to plant his feet on the mattress and start bucking his hips up to meet Ten’s grinds. It topples Ten over so they’re chest-to-chest. Johnny’s got one omega in the crook of one side of his neck, and another on the other. It’s dizzying. He’s being scented, and getting his dick rode masterfully. It’s more than his small alpha brain was ever meant to handle, he thinks.
Ten licks into his mouth, silencing his inner spiral, while Mark kisses hot under his ear. Johnny grunts and closes his eyes, fucking into Ten’s heat faster and harder.
“Oh fuck, fuck,” Johnny pants. “Oh my god.”
”Mmph, alpha likes this,” Mark says in his ear quietly before biting at his earlobe.
Ten moans into Johnny’s mouth before breaking the kiss and bending over to kiss Mark with the same passion. It’s wet, lewd, so loud it’s like they’re in the grooves of Johnny’s brain.
He can’t help but join in, noses Ten out of the way so he can kiss Mark himself for a few seconds before turning back to Ten and tugging at his bottom lip with his teeth.
“I’m close, Ten, I’m close,” Johnny says.
Now Ten starts touching himself, hand snaking between him and Johnny. Mark comes with a cry, kissing Johnny, kissing Ten, kissing Johnny again. Legs trembling, he kicks Johnny in the calf, but it doesn’t hurt.
Johnny’s next, knot popping as he presses Ten closer and grabs at Mark’s ass (he can’t help it, it’s right there for the taking). Ten continues to grind on it, doesn’t lock since he’s not in heat, but squeezes around it all the same. He buries his face in Johnny’s scent gland on the other side of his neck while he comes, pussy squeezing and releasing, squeezing and releasing.
“Alpha,” Ten cries as he comes down. “Fuck.”
Mark is rubbing circles on Ten’s lower back. Johnny knows because he went to do the same thing and their hands bumped into each other. When their hands meet Mark grasps it tightly.
And so they lay like that for a little while, for longer than they need to, probably longer than they should. Tender, a little puppy pile. Johnny’s alpha has been catapulted to another dimension, his scent claiming the two omegas in his arms, theirs claiming him.
——
Tuesday morning is a little awkward.
Mark’s heat has effectively passed, just leaving him lethargic and clingy and achy. He’s not in the mating part of his cycle, now he just wants to laze about. Johnny and Ten join him on the couch for a while, eating breakfast, chatting, but the knowledge that this is all…about to be over, that Johnny is going to walk out the door and they’ll all go back to their normal lives, lingers heavy in the air.
It’s bittersweet.
Mark watches with big, almost mournful, eyes as he repacks his duffel and freshens up. Johnny’s body has been put through the wringer. He’s exhausted, bone tired, but so, so satiated.
They’re all a little less touchy-feely, because now they don’t really have an excuse to touch, do they?
So Johnny leaves, after giving both Mark and Ten lingering hugs. For longer than he needs to, probably longer than he should.
And then that’s it.
His nose burns as he walks home. His eyes sting a little.
He blames it on the wind. But he knows full well it’s not that at all.
——
Five Weeks Later
Ten shrieks and lifts Mark an inch off the ground with a bear hug. “Mark! Oh my god!”
”Be careful!” Mark laughs, wrapping his arms around Ten’s shoulders. ”The baby!”
”Oh my god,” Ten’s eyes water as he smiles, he presses a hand to Mark’s lower stomach. Even though there’s nothing to feel. Yet. “The baby.”
Mark had peed on five different at-home tests, and they all had the same results.
Positive.
It worked. It really worked.
And they couldn’t have done it without Johnny.
That night, while Mark is snoring in bed, Ten tiptoes to the bathroom to pee. He hadn’t been able to fall asleep, too amped, too excited, too busy making lists in his head about everything they needed to do now.
There’s a couple extra tests piled up on the counter by the sink, and Ten can’t resist the temptation.
Something has been…off the last couple weeks. His omega has been pawing at him inside, but Ten has no idea what it was trying to relay to him. But he had his suspicions.
He paces the bathroom as he waits for the test results to show, arms wrapped around himself. When his phone timer goes off, he quickly silences it and picks the test up.
Ten covers his mouth with one hand.
Positive.
He chugs three glasses of water and then takes another.
The same result. Positive.
He runs to the bedroom and shakes Mark awake urgently. “Mark! Mark! Mark, wake up!”
”M-whuh?” Mark blinks his eyes open and scrubs at his face. “Wha’s wrong?”
Ten grabs his hands and laughs, “I’m pregnant!” Tears pool and drip down his cheeks. “I can’t believe it, I took the extra test…really, I’m–I’m pregnant!”
——
When Johnny finds out Mark is pregnant, he’s elated. Excited, laughing into his hands out of sheer joy.
When Johnny finds out Ten is pregnant, he’s shocked. Eyebrows knit together, his jaw drops open.
“Oh,” he says smartly. He’s back at Ten and Mark’s apartment, the two omegas holding hands on the couch and watching his reaction expectantly. ”Oh wow.”
Neither of them are showing yet, but he still finds himself zoning in on their stomachs.
“I can’t–you’re sure?” He scratches behind his neck, a hopeful smile tugging at his lips. Ten nods, eyes watering. But happy, so happy.
——
Six Months Later
Johnny opens the door to the bedroom with a freshly cut watermelon, a box of acorn jelly from the small banchan shop down the street, and a bowl of jjajjangmyeon from Mark’s favorite restaurant twenty minutes away.
Pregnancy cravings. Mark’s specifically.
Mark blinks up at him from his little nest on the bed with a sleepy smile.
“Hey,” Mark greets quietly. “Smells good.”
”Took you long enough,” Ten huffs from beside his mate. “Did you bring me some, too?”
Johnny stills in the doorway. ”What?”
”Did you bring me some, too?” Ten asks slowly, eyebrows raised. Impatient.
“Uh…no?” Johnny realizes this is the wrong answer immediately.
“Johnny,” Ten whines, kicks his feet on the bed a little.
”We can share, Ten! Ten, we can share,” Mark placates Ten with a laugh. “I’m sure there’s enough.”
Ten glares at Johnny. There’s not much heat in it. “But I’m really hungry.”
”You should have told me! I’m not a mind reader.” Johnny says, exasperated. He dumps the food onto the bed between the two omegas and sits by their legs. “Now, who wants a foot massage?”
“Me!”
”No, me first!”
”Mark, I’m your hyung, me first.”
”Tennie, that's not fair!”
Johnny sighs with a smile as the two omegas bicker while simultaneously putting food in each other’s laps. Taking care of each other so sweetly even when they’re fighting over foot rubs. “Okay, each of you give me one foot.”
Maybe Johnny really is the luckiest alpha in the world.
The End