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Nicholas was already irritated before he even opened the closet doors. His skin was too warm, his scent blockers were thinning at the edges, and his preheat had settled into that uncomfortable space between buzzing under his skin and aching low in his belly. Everything felt off. Nothing looked right. His hair wouldn't sit right. The tag of his shirt was touching him.
He stood in front of the closet for what felt like ten minutes, fingers twitching against the hangers, mouth pressed into a tight line. The sweaters were too thick. The t-shirts were too loose. The long sleeves were fine until he tried them on and they stuck to his lower back in a way that made him want to scream.
He paced barefoot and shirtless across the bedroom floor like the act of walking might burn off the restlessness under his skin. He was flushed across the cheeks and chest, and a little snappier than usual.
“You sure you still want to go?” Fuma asked gently from the doorway.
The alpha was leaning against the frame with his arms crossed, wearing loose black joggers and a faded t-shirt that smelled faintly like cedar and cologne. His eyes tracked Nicholas’s movements with calm patience, taking in every shift in posture, every wrinkle of frustration across his brow. Like he was making sure the smallest inconvenience wasn’t about to set the omega off.
Nicholas paused. His fingers were curled in the hem of his shirt and his bare thighs were flushed pink, his scent just starting to sweeten at the edges - not quite heat, but close enough that his body was pulsing with it.
“I’m fine,” The omega said, a little too fast. “I want to see them.”
They’d been talking about it all week, just a quiet night in for the four of them. No fancy reservations, no late-night quick visits or getting up way too early to suffer through another overpriced brunch spot. Just a stack of movies, something sweet to eat, and maybe some games if the mood shifted.
Kei was the one who had first floated the idea. “We haven’t had a real night off in weeks,” he said. “Just us.” Nicholas had agreed immediately. He’d been stretched thin with work, and the idea of staying in with the people he trusted most made his shoulders relax just thinking about it.
Nicholas pulled on a fitted black tee, looked in the mirror, and immediately yanked it off again with a huff.
“It makes my arms look weird.”
“Try the dark green one.” His mate suggested next.
Nicholas gave him a doubtful look but turned back to the closet anyway. He pulled out the suggested shirt, sniffed it automatically, and tugged it over his head. It didn’t cling, it was soft, and the woodsy scent of Fuma still lingered faintly in the collar. The omega exhaled, slower this time - still not completely satisfied, but less frayed.
Fuma walked into the room, crossing the floor until he was stopped in front of Nicholas and reached up to brush a strand of hair from his forehead. The touch was gentle but Nicholas still shivered under it.
“You’re practically vibrating,” Fuma murmured. “And your scent’s leaking through your blocker.”
“I know.” Nicholas dropped his hands, embarrassed. “I reapplied it, but I still feel… itchy.”
Nicholas knew his scent was leaking. He could feel it, like warmth coiling just beneath his skin, like the soft, syrupy curl of pheromones slipping through the cracks in his restraint. No matter how still he stood, how deep he breathed, he couldn’t reel it back in.
Fuma’s hand slid to the back of Nicholas’s neck, thumb rubbing slow circles into the warm skin there. “Does it feel manageable?”
Nicholas nodded. Then shook his head. Then shrugged.
“I don’t know. Not too bad. I’m just… sensitive”
Fuma’s other hand caught his hip, grounding him.
“We don’t have to go. Do you want to stay here and nest? I can cancel. Tell them you’re not feeling up for it.”
“No.” Nicholas shook his head again. “If I start, I’ll just want to stay home. And I… I want to be with them tonight.”
“Okay,” The alpha said softly. “Then let me help.”
He leaned down and kissed the side of Nicholas’s jaw, then nudged their foreheads together before brushing his nose across the omega’s swelling scent glands. He dragged his nose across Nicholas’s skin in long, deliberate strokes - nuzzling beneath his ear, over his jaw, down the curve of his throat. His cedar scent flooded the room, rich and dominant, curling around Nicholas’s preheat body like a blanket pulled tight.
The omega swayed slightly where he stood. His body went loose, like the tension had been snipped straight from his spine. He leaned into the embrace, head tipping to the side to give Fuma better access, lips parting in a soft, involuntary sigh. The alpha kissed his shoulder, just once, then pulled back as his scent clung to Nicholas’s shirt, to his skin, to the air.
“You should ask Euijoo to build a nest when we get there.”
Nicholas blinked. “What?”
“You heard me.” Fuma rubbed Nicholas’s lower back in slowly. “It’ll help. And you know he’d say yes in a heartbeat.”
“Okay... I’ll ask.”
Fuma kissed his hair. “Good boy.”
By the time they reached Kei and Euijoo’s apartment, Nicholas felt like his skin didn’t quite fit right. His alpha had kept a steady hand on his thigh the whole drive over, Fuma's thumb stroking slow, grounding circles into the soft space above his knee, but it hadn’t stopped the way Nicholas’s scent kept rising slow and sweet like baked bread, curling in the small space of the car like fog.
When they reached the building, Nicholas didn’t say much. Just nodded when Fuma asked if he was ready to head in. He was fidgeting with the hem of his shirt again, his cheeks were still pink, and the scent suppressants were trying their best, but his body wasn’t listening anymore.
Everything always felt more intense in preheat. The sound of their footsteps. The weight of Fuma’s hand on the small of his back. The distant thump of music from another unit.
The hallway smelled like someone had recently baked something sweet - vanilla and cinnamon and warm butter - and the omega wasn’t sure if it was from his own scent or inside someone else’s apartment. Fuma knocked twice on the door. It opened almost immediately.
“You made it!” Euijoo chirped, stepping forward to hug Nicholas tightly. He leaned down to press his nose into the older omega’s neck before pausing. He shifted to smell up a little bit higher, right under his ear. When he pulled away, his brows were furrowed and there was a small pout on his lips.
“You didn’t tell me you were already in preheat,” Euijoo said, fingers gently brushing Nicholas’s arm and pulling the omega into the apartment. “You should’ve stayed home.”
The familiar scent of Euijoo and Kei’s shared space hit Nicholas like a wave. It mixed with his alpha’s scent still clinging to him and made his legs go loose. Fuma steadied him with a hand at his waist.
“I didn’t want to miss movie night,” Nicholas mumbled, ears pink. “I’m fine. Really.”
“That’s not what your scent says.”
“I’ve got blockers on.”
“They’re not doing a good job,” Euijoo teased. “You smell like a bakery”
Nicholas made a wounded noise but before he could say anything, Kei appeared and hugged him too. The alpha’s arms around him were calm and sure, one hand sliding lightly across his upper back, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. Nicholas pressed his forehead against Kei’s collarbone and inhaled the alpha's cool, evergreen scent.
“Hey,” Kei said, low against his ear.
Nicholas closed his eyes. “Hi.”
“Movie’s already queued up,” he said. “You two good to settle in? I’ve got popcorn in the microwave”
Fuma nodded and squeezed Nicholas’s waist lightly as he bent down to take his own shoes off before helping his omega do the same. “I’ll help. Nicho, wanna pick your spot?”
Nicholas nodded, breath a little steadier as Euijoo wandered back toward the living room. He looked back at Fuma, dropping his voice into a whisper.
“Should I ask him now?”
Fuma smiled at him, nodding. “If it feels right.”
Nicholas looked toward the living room again. Euijoo was already curling into the cushions, his legs tucked under him, head tilted toward the screen. His tanned skin glowed under the warm living room lamp light and his brown eyes were wide as they looked at the TV.
Yeah, it felt right.
Nicholas walked into the living room before stopping just before the couch. Euijoo looked up at him with a tilt of his head and Nicholas forgo fiddling with his shirt so he could squeeze his hands together instead.
“Um,” he started. “Do you… want to build a nest with me? Just like, on the floor? I think it’d help to calm me down a bit.” His voice was small, almost sheepish but Euijoo lit up like it was the best thing he’d heard all night.
“Oh my god, yes. Why didn’t I think of that!” Euijoo hopped off the couch and crossed the room in a few steps, grabbing two extra blankets off the armrest and tossing one down on the floor near the coffee table.
Then he grabbed the older omega's hand and nodded his head towards the hallway. “These are the softest ones and I’ve got a bunch more stuff in my closet though. Let’s go look”
They padded into Kei and Euijoo’s bedroom together, barefoot and holding hands. Euijoo immediately went for the closet, pulling the doors open and stepping aside for Nicholas to get a better look at what was inside.
“Take whatever you need,” The younger omega smiled.
Together, they pulled clothes from both sides of the closet - oversized t-shirts, cotton long sleeves, sweaters, and a few pairs of sweatpants. By the time they returned to the living room it was already dark with just the soft flicker of the TV casting lazy light across the floor. Nicholas was holding a huge pile of worn, scent-heavy clothing to his chest, breathing it in through slow, almost shaky inhales. He dropped it onto the floor beside the first blanket with care.
“Okay,” he murmured. “We’re doing this properly.”
He pulled the base blanket taut, smoothing the corners. He stacked the pillows just so, layering in Kei’s shirt between them, twisting the sleeves to hold shape. A flannel got tucked into the edge - Nicholas’s favorite of Euijoo’s, the one that still smelled like their university days. Euijoo handed things down to him one at a time, settling beside him and letting Nicholas direct the rhythm.
“This one?” Euijoo asked, holding up a pale green sweater.
“Middle layer,” Nicholas said, already folding a fleece blanket over the back curve. “We’ll want something thicker under our hips. Your spine always gets sore.”
Their hands brushed again and again as they passed shirts and adjusted corners. Nicholas fingers moved with purpose, he bit his lip when the edges didn’t line up right but he wasn't fidgeting as much anymore.
“This feels so nostalgic,” Nicholas whispered at one point, his hands trembling just slightly. “Like back in school.”
“It’s better now,” Euijoo murmured, curling a soft scarf between two cushions. “Better blankets, and better company”
Nicholas met Euijoo on the third day of orientation week. He was sitting alone in the student union building, cross-legged on the edge of a bench with a cup of tea he wasn’t drinking and a notebook he wasn’t writing in.
The room was loud with too many voices bouncing off the walls, people crowding around club tables and student reps shouting but Nicholas was still, curled into himself like a shadow. And then Euijoo flopped down beside him, breathless and pink-cheeked, two iced coffees in hand and absolutely no idea who he was sitting next to.
“Please tell me you’re not allergic to caffeine,” Euijoo said, holding one of the cups out like a peace offering. “The barista gave me an extra and I’m not about to waste it.”
Nicholas smiled, slow and small, and took the drink.
“Thanks,” he said, voice quiet. “I’m Nicholas.”
“Euijoo,” the boy grinned. “First-year dance program”
Nicholas blinked. “You’re in the dance program?”
“Yeah. What, do I not look like a dancer?”
Nicholas studied him for a second - soft eyes, bright laugh, energy like a sunbeam.
“You look a little lanky to be a dancer.”
“Rude,” Euijoo said, but he was laughing. “Guess I’ll have to work on my image.”
They were inseparable by the end of the week.
They had different personalities where Euijoo was observant, and always thinking while Nicholas was affectionate, always moving but they clicked in the way only two omegas trying to navigate a heavily alpha-dominated campus could. They understood each other. They shared routines, sensitivities to scents, and the waves of emotion no one else seemed to get. They did late-night food runs after long lab days, napped on each other’s beds without thinking, and curled up on the couch during cold spells, wrapped in the same blanket.
By second semester, they were each other’s emergency contact.
By the start of their second year, they were living together.
Their first heat together had been by accident. Nicholas wasn’t supposed to stay the night. He’d come over to Euijoo’s dorm to study - midterms were looming, and neither of them could focus alone - but the second he’d walked in, Euijoo had known something with the other omega was off.
Nicholas had a glassy and distant look in his eyes, and his fingers wouldn’t stop twitching at the sleeves of his top. He dropped his bag by the desk and folded himself onto the bed without saying much, curling sideways like he was trying to disappear.
“You okay?” Euijoo asked, sitting cross-legged beside him. Nicholas just shook his head once.
“I think my preheat started,” he whispered. “Too early.”
Euijoo softened. He knew what that meant. Knew Nicholas had no one to help him through it - no bonded alpha, no family nearby.
“Do you want me to walk you home?”
Nicholas flinched. “No. I don’t wanna be alone right now.”
Euijoo didn’t hesitate. “Then stay.”
His dorm was barely big enough for one person. The bed was a twin, the sheets a mismatched mess of flannel and microfiber, and there were clothes hanging off the back of every chair. But Euijoo stood up, walked to the closet, and started pulling whatever he had hanging down.
“What are you doing?” Nicholas asked softly.
“Making a nest.”
Nicholas blinked. “Here?”
“Duh.” Euijoo tossed him a school sweater. “Yours.”
Nicholas held it against his chest, dazed. “You don’t have to - ”
“I want to,” Euijoo said firmly, already laying down a base layer of old quilts on the floor. “Come help. You’re the picky one.”
They worked in silence for a while with Euijoo folding, Nicholas adjusting, both of them more focused than they should’ve been on the angle of a pillow or the placement of a blanket. By the time they finished, the nest was a lopsided ring of softness in the middle of the room. It smelled like old detergent and stress and the sharp curl of early omega scent.
Nicholas stood at the edge of it, hands shaking slightly.
“I’ve never done this with someone before.”
Euijoo looked up at him. “It’s just me.”
Nicholas nodded and sank down into the center of the nest like his body had been waiting for permission. Euijoo crawled in after him, careful and quiet. They curled up back-to-back at first. Then side-by-side. And then, slowly, Nicholas reached for him and pulled Euijoo close, pressing his face into his shirt, scenting him like it was the only thing keeping him grounded.
“Thank you,” Nicholas whispered, almost too quiet to hear.
“You don’t have to thank me,” Euijoo said. “I’d do it a hundred times.”
That night, and every heat that followed, Nicholas and Euijoo got each other through it. They curled up in the same bed, wrapped in each other’s shirts, breath shared close, hands careful but not distant. Sometimes they kissed. Sometimes they fucked. Sometimes they just held each other and whimpered quietly until it passed.
“You’re like… my safe person,” Euijoo whispered once, curled against Nicholas’s back.
“You too,” Nicholas had murmured, already falling asleep. “Always.”
They never said the word love. But it hovered between them. There wasn’t a reason exactly, neither of them said it out loud.
Nicholas never broke Euijoo’s heart. Euijoo never confessed and got rejected. There was no big fight, no falling out, no moment when everything snapped and they walked away from what they were. It was quieter than that. They just… didn’t do it.
There were moments, of course. Close ones. Like the night after Euijoo’s third heat in college and Nicholas stayed up the whole time, running cool cloths over his face, and fucking him through the worst of it. They’d curled together in bed after, Nicholas spooning Euijoo from behind, still trembling from it all.
“You’re the only one who knows how to take care of me,” Euijoo whispered into the dark.
“I’ll always take care of you,” Nicholas had said, without hesitation.
It would’ve been so easy to say I love you and to kiss him for real, not just during heat or comfort. But neither of them moved. Neither of them risked it. Because they were afraid that if it didn’t work, they’d lose everything: the safe place, the late-night talks, the shared blanket nest, the soft knowing that came without words. And so they stayed where it was safe. In the almost.
They dated other people, always briefly, nothing seriously, nothing that lasted. Euijoo once came home from a date with a beta who said omegas “shouldn’t be so clingy,” and Nicholas nearly broke the guy’s nose for it. So, they stayed best friends.
It was late in their fourth year of university.
Nicholas and Euijoo were still living together - comfortable and codependent in a way that never needed defining. They cooked for each other. Took turns doing laundry. Nestled into the same couch cushion on cold mornings.
They’d gone years without crossing that invisible line. And that was okay. Even if sometimes Nicholas stared at Euijoo’s sleeping face a little too long. Even if sometimes Euijoo reached for Nicholas in the night, half-asleep and needing his scent more than anything.
But then Kei happened.
Kei and Euijoo met through a mutual friend in one of Euijoo’s dance classes outside of school. Kei had been anything but quiet and reserved but after a handful of conversations, Euijoo found out the alpha was smart, thoughtful and he always looked at Euijoo like the omega was saying the most interesting thing he's ever heard.
Nicholas noticed the alpha was important before Euijoo said anything. He knew right away when he saw the way Euijoo smiled when he got a text, the way he lingered a little longer getting ready and the way he mentioned Kei’s name - casually, but often.
“He walked me home today,” Euijoo said once, like it was a normal thing. “Said he worries about me walking alone this late.”
“That’s sweet,” Nicholas said, smiling. “You like him?”
Euijoo blushed. “Yeah,” he said. “I really do.”
Nicholas’s chest tightened but he smiled wider. Because of course he wanted Euijoo to be happy, even if he’d once imagined it would be with him.
One night the younger omega came home with that soft, dazed look on his face and said: “We kissed.”
Nicholas had blinked at him from the kitchen. “Kei?”
“Yeah.”
“How was it?”
Euijoo smiled, dreamy and real. “It felt like… like it’s supposed to.”
Nicholas nodded and wrapped his arms around his best friend.
“I’m so happy for you.”
And he meant it, even if that hug was a little tighter than usual.
What Nicholas didn’t know was that when Kei had just walked Euijoo home from their second official date. They’d stopped for late-night snacks, eaten too much spicy food, and somehow ended up on a quiet bench under flickering lamplight, knees bumping, the city dim and faraway around them. It was the kind of night that felt like the beginning of something serious. And Euijoo felt it. Which is exactly why he had to say something.
He turned toward Kei, serious now, fingers fidgeting with the hem of his sleeves.
“I need to tell you something,” he said, voice lower, nervous.
Kei tilted his head attentively. “Okay.”
Euijoo hesitated, then looked him right in the eyes.
“If this is going to go anywhere,” he said carefully, “you need to understand something about me.”
“Alright.”
“Nicholas, my best friend, he’s not optional.”
Kei just looked at him but Euijoo kept going, words tumbling faster now.
“I mean it. He’s not just a friend. He’s my person. We’ve been through everything together. We lived together. He held me through my worst heats. I know him better than anyone. He knows me better than anyone. And if that’s a problem - if you want me to pick - then it’s better we don’t keep going.” He finished in a rush, slightly breathless
“You don’t have to pick.” Kei spoke and Euijoo just stared at him in surprise. “I’ve seen the way you look at him. It’s not something I need to compete with. And it doesn’t scare me.”
He reached out, brushing his knuckles along the back of Euijoo’s hand. “I don’t want part of you. I want all of you. And that includes the parts that are still tied to someone else.”
Euijoo blinked fast, biting the inside of his cheek. “You mean that?”
“I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t.”
By the time Nicholas and Euijoo were done, the nest was a masterpiece of chaos and scent with layered fabrics in all shades of grey and blue and faded black, smelling like Kei and Euijoo and Nicholas and just a little like Fuma, too. Nicholas let out a happy little hum and without warning, launched himself face-first into the nest.
“Mine,” he said into the pile of shirts, muffled and triumphant. He rolled onto his back, laughing as the fabric rustled under him, curls sticking to his flushed forehead, arms spread wide like a king on a throne of cotton.
“You’re such a dork.” Euijoo grinned at him.
“I’m nesting, okay? It’s a sacred process.” Nicholas declared. “Be nice to me.”
The older omega curled around one of Kei’s old shirts and took a deep inhale, dragging the scent into his lungs with a happy shiver. Then he grabbed one of Euijoo’s sweaters, rubbed it over his chest, and tossed it to the side.
“Needs more me,” he said with a little giggle.
Euijoo snorted. “You’re scenting everything, you little gremlin.”
“That’s the point.” Nicholas flopped onto his side, rubbing his cheek into a soft fleece throw, completely unbothered. “Come on, get in. You’re cold and boring out there.”
Euijoo raised an eyebrow. “You’re calling me boring? You’re literally rubbing yourself on a pair of sweatpants.”
“Because they smell like you. Which is comforting. Duh.”
Nicholas reached out and dragged Euijoo into the nest, laughing through his teeth as their legs tangled and elbows knocked.
“Stop squirming!” Nicholas whined, grinning. “You’re ruining the structure!”
“You’re the one assaulting me with Kei’s pyjama pants!”
Nicholas did it again - rubbing the soft plaid against Euijoo’s shoulder with exaggerated affection, both of them laughing so hard they couldn’t breathe for a moment.
The pile of clothes shifted beneath them, shirts and sweaters sliding off the edge, but neither cared. Nicholas was flushed and scent-drunk and happy in a way he hadn’t been all week. Euijoo smells like citrus and something familiar enough to make his chest ache.
They collapsed against each other, giggling into the folds of shared blankets, cheek to cheek. The nest was warm and perfect. Nicholas lay half-curled in the center of it, one leg tossed over Euijoo’s thigh, cheek pressed to the side of his best friend’s neck. His fingers were tangled in the hem of a hoodie that definitely belonged to Kei, and his face was flushed a pretty pink.
He’d stopped trying to be composed maybe ten minutes ago. Now he was just scent-drunk with eyes half-lidded, lips parted, humming softly to himself as Euijoo ran fingers through his curls.
That was how Fuma and Kei found them when they finally returned to the living room, each carrying a drink and both moving quietly so they didn’t startle the omegas in their nest. Kei stopped in the doorway and gave a low whistle.
“That’s a hell of a nest,” he murmured, eyebrow raised.
Fuma chuckled. “Looks better than our actual bed.”
Nicholas let out a pleased little hum, nuzzling deeper into the blankets, clearly basking in the praise.
“It’s mine,” he mumbled against someone’s sleeve.
Euijoo grinned and whispered, “He organized everything himself. Got super bossy about the pillow placement.”
“Because structure matters,” Nicholas slurred softly.
Fuma crossed to the couch and sat down at the edge of the nest, careful not to disturb anything. He reached out and smoothed a hand along Nicholas’s hip, fingers slow and grounding.
“You look good, baby,” he murmured.
Nicholas blinked up at him, dazed and happy. Then, without a word, he pursed his lips forward in a clear, expectant little pout and chirped, just once.
Fuma smiled. “You asking for something?”
Nicholas nodded solemnly, lips still puckered.
“Please,” he whispered.
Fuma leaned in and kissed him softly, hand cupping the side of his face. Nicholas sighed through his nose, melted completely, and mumbled something like “mmthankyou” against Fuma’s lips. Kei laughed under his breath and passed a drink to Euijoo.
“Your omega’s gone,” he said.
“Maybe a little,” Fuma replied, stroking Nicholas’s side.
Nicholas chirped again, quieter this time, already burying his face back into Euijoo’s neck.
The lights were dimmed and the TV flickered softly in the background, casting a warm glow across the room. Fuma and Kei had settled onto the couch, sitting close - knees touching, drinks in hand, shoulders loose but alert. And in front of them, in a heap of blankets and pillows, were their omegas.
Nicholas had finally stopped squirming, his body half-draped across Euijoo’s lap, one arm curled under his cheek, and he was breathing deeply. His scent filled the room - warm and heady, like sugar and heat and want. It pulsed through the air with every exhale, thicker than any scent blocker could handle now.
Euijoo, trying to play it cool, ran his fingers gently through Nicholas’s hair. But he was getting lightheaded too. The longer Nicholas nestled into him - nuzzling, scenting, pressing their chests together - the harder it was to think.
“You good?” Kei asked quietly from the couch, watching Euijoo carefully.
“Yeah,” The younger omega murmured, nodding slowly. “Just a little… floaty.”
Nicholas turned his face toward them, barely lifting his head from Euijoo’s chest. His eyes were glazed and there was a thin sheen of sweat on his temple.
“Sorry,” he slurred, barely intelligible. “S’not on purpose.”
“We know, it’s okay” Fuma smiled softly and Nicholas’s foggy eyes focused on him.
Nicholas slowly reached one hand out across the edge of the nest - toward Fuma, lazy and warm, fingertips brushing his knee.
“You’re so far,” he said.
“I’m right here, baby.”
Nicholas made a little noise - needy, almost pleading and it made Euijoo shiver.
“Does he need anything?” Kei asked Fuma, but the sound of his voice caught the omega’s attention too. Nicholas blinked up at him, cheeks red and lips parted in a dazed smile.
“You’re pretty, you know that?”
“Thanks Nicho, I’m flattered.” The older alpha grinned.
“He is,” Euijoo agreed, eyes half-lidded. “He’s, like, all sharp jaw and sexy shoulders.”
Fuma hummed. “I’m right here, you know.”
Euijoo turned toward him and reached out, petting the other alpha's thigh.
“You’re sexy too. You’re alpha sexy. Different genre.”
Nicholas and Fuma had their friends to thank for their relationship. It was a year after Euijoo and Kei started to date, right after graduation. Euijoo and Nicholas were still living together at this point but the older alpha was a permanent guest at this point.
One day when Nicholas was curled on the couch, sock feet tucked beneath him and Euijoo was perched sideways beside him, a drama playing on his laptop. Kei had sat nearby at the dining table, sorting through bills with his usual calm focus, only occasionally glancing up when the other two burst into laughter. It was easy, the three of them. As it always was. Which is why Euijoo thought he could get away with saying it casually.
“Hey,” he said, not looking up from his screen. “You know Kei’s best friend is single, right?”
Nicholas blinked. “Okay?”
“You should meet him.”
That made Nicholas pause.
“What?”
Euijoo smiled innocently. “Just for a drink. Or dinner. No pressure.”
Nicholas frowned. “You’re trying to set me up.”
“I am,” Euijoo admitted. “He’s sweet, cute and a little awkward, but in the charming way. I think you two would get along.”
Nicholas shook his head instantly, closing his book. “Absolutely not.”
From the dining table, Kei looked up. “Why not?”
“Because it’s weird,” Nicholas said. “Because you’re together. And he’s your friend. And - ”
“ - he’s not my friend,” Euijoo cut in. “He’s Kei’s. Which means you wouldn’t have to worry about it getting messy between us.”
Nicholas narrowed his eyes. “Still weird.”
Kei set his pen down. “It’s just dinner, Nicho. You don’t have to marry him.”
“And we’ll be there,” Euijoo added. “A double date. Low pressure. You don’t even have to flirt if you don’t want to.”
“I hate you both.” Nicholas groaned, dragging a pillow over his face.
Euijoo grinned and leaned in. “You love us.”
“Unfortunately.”
Kei smirked. “He’s nice, Nicho. And you deserve to go out with someone who doesn’t make you roll your eyes the entire night.”
Nicholas peeked out from under the pillow. “That is… a very low bar.”
“Then it’ll be easy to clear.”
When Nicholas finally agreed - after an hour of dramatic sighs, at least three false refusals, and a firm bribe of Euijoo paying for his meal - he did so with a warning.
“If he’s weird, I’m ghosting.”
“Fair,” Euijoo said.
“And if you two start acting all coupley at the table, I’m going to walk out.”
“That’s not fair,” Kei said.
“Still doing it.”
They’d picked a bar-restaurant hybrid in a cozy part of town - low lighting, relaxed seating, music just loud enough to cover lulls in conversation, but not so loud they’d have to shout.
The three of them arrived first and Nicholas was already fidgeting the second they stepped inside. One hand clutched his phone like a lifeline, the other stuffed deep in his coat pocket.
“You look like you’re about to be sacrificed,” Euijoo teased, nudging his arm.
“I feel like it,” Nicholas muttered. “This is a terrible idea.”
Kei gave him an amused look. “Then relax. You’re not being mated off. You’re meeting someone for drinks.”
Nicholas rolled his eyes so Kei stepped a little closer. He dipped his head, brushing his nose lightly behind the omega's ear, exhaling a low hum of alpha comfort into his scent glands. Nicholas shivered and the tension in his shoulders eased.
“Breathe,” Kei murmured, barely above a whisper. “It’ll be fine, I promise. He may be my best friend but I’ll still kick his ass if he does anything piss you off”
Nicholas let a small smile tug at his mouth and Euijoo watched the moment with something warm in his chest. Kei was good like that - gentle without hesitation, protective in a way Nicholas didn’t fight.
“Fuma’s not like the others you’ve dated,” Kei said as he stepped back. “He’s smart, listens more than he talks and he won’t play games.”
Nicholas raised an eyebrow. “So you’re saying he’s a boring nerd.”
“No,” Kei replied. “I’m saying he’s a good alpha.”
“Big difference,” Euijoo added.
“Huge,” Kei said.
Nicholas rolled his eyes, but he didn’t argue.
They chose a booth near the back that had a warm lighting from a pendant lamp above, a folded cocktail menu sat in the center beside a metal candle and a half-dead succulent. The place was chill, lively but not loud, and the music had a steady beat that gave their conversation an easy rhythm.
They ordered drinks - something citrusy for Euijoo, a whiskey for Kei, and some kind of syrupy vodka cocktail Nicholas let the server pick for him because he’d panicked when asked and didn’t want to seem indecisive.
Euijoo and Kei were sitting too close on the same side of the booth, thighs pressed together, whispering back and forth while Nicholas sat opposite them and tried to not look like an awkward third wheel to anyone passing by. It wasn’t like they were doing anything obnoxious. They weren’t all over each other or feeding each other or making out in front of him. They were just… in love.
Kei refilled Euijoo’s water glass without being asked. Euijoo leaned into his side when he laughed. Kei reached over and gently brushed a strand of hair behind Euijoo’s ear while listening to him talk about a show they were watching.
Nicholas took a long sip of his too-sweet drink and tried not to sigh. He picked at the lime wedge on the rim of his drink. The citrus clung to his fingertips, sticky and tart. Across the booth, Euijoo laughed again, all teeth and scrunched nose, and Kei leaned in to whisper something that made him hide his face in his hands.
Watching Kei and Euijoo be so soft together made something ache in Nicholas's chest, deep and private. It was a deep ache that had nothing to do with jealousy and everything to do with missing something he never quite had.
He loved Euijoo. Still did, probably and always would. Not in the way he used to, not in that trembling, “maybe someday” kind of way. But in a way that still felt attached. Still wanted. Still dreamed, sometimes, of falling asleep with his nose tucked behind Euijoo’s ear, arms around him, belonging again.
And Kei had become a part of that dream without Nicholas realizing it. It wasn’t just that Kei was hot - though, sure, he absolutely was. He was tall and serious and quietly dominant, the kind of alpha who could undo you with a look. It was the way he cared for Euijoo. The way he respected Nicholas, even when he was being difficult. The way he offered affection without pressure, steadiness without control.
Nicholas wasn’t stupid. He’d never say it out loud. He’d never want to hurt either of them. But somewhere deep down - deeper than he was willing to go most days - there was a thought he couldn’t shake. “What if they wanted me too?” What if it didn’t have to be lonely glances and soft third-wheeling? What if they turned to him and said stay? Not as a guest, but as part of them.
Just then, Kei looked over at him. “You okay?”
Nicholas nodded. “Yeah. Just thinking.”
“Don’t get too far in your head,” Kei said, nudging the omega’s foot. “You’re far too pretty to be brooding.”
Nicholas flushed, looking away. He was about to say something when the front door opened. The bell over the door chimed as it swung open, letting in a brief gust of cooler air. Kei stood first, then Euijoo, the older practically bouncing as he slid out of the booth and waved.
“Fuma! Over here!”
Nicholas glanced up and froze because the guy stepping inside wasn’t what he was expecting. He wasn’t flashy. No weird energy. No alpha swagger. He was just - solid. Literally, with broad shoulders beneath a dark jacket, hair tousled and a quiet confidence in the way he scanned the room.
Fuma.
Nicholas stayed seated. Not to be rude, he just panicked for a second. His legs weren’t ready. His brain hadn’t caught up until Euijoo shot him a look over his shoulder - a tiny head tilt that meant exactly one thing: “Get your ass up.” Nicholas sighed and stood just in time for Fuma to reach the table.
Fuma smiled, easy and warm. He reached out to hug Kei and then do the same with Euijoo, giving the tall omega a light squeeze like they’d known each other for years. Then his eyes landed on Nicholas.
“You must be Nicholas,” Fuma said, offering his hand.
“Yeah,” he said. “That’s me.”
Fuma’s hand was warm and slightly calloused.
“Kei and Euijoo talk about you all the time,” Fuma added as they sat back down. “It’s nice to finally meet you.”
Nicholas blinked. Okay. That wasn’t what he expected either.
As they all slid back into the booth - Kei and Euijoo side by side again, Nicholas found himself settling beside Fuma. Their knees didn’t touch, but they almost did. Nicholas felt something shift. A curiosity. A little flicker of maybe.
The first drink helped. The second sealed it. By the time round three arrived, Nicholas had stopped checking the exits and started actually enjoying himself.
Fuma was - surprisingly - funny. Not loud or cocky, just clever and had a dry, quiet humor that crept up on you and made you laugh three seconds after the punchline. He asked good questions, listened, and made eye contact, but not too much.
They talked about everything from weird freshman year roommates to favorite trash TV shows. Fuma confessed he once got hooked on a cooking competition series and tried to recreate a soufflé in a dorm microwave. Nicholas laughed so hard he snorted out some of his drink.
“It exploded, didn’t it?” he asked, wiping his chin.
“All over the ceiling,” Fuma said solemnly. “I was banned from student housing kitchens.”
“You’re weren’t,” Kei muttered, sipping his drink. “But you should’ve been. All the RA’s had to vote on it”
That earned another round of laughter and Euijoo turned the tables with a devious grin.
“Since we’re sharing… can I tell you the story of how Nicholas once flooded our apartment’s entire laundry room?”
Nicholas choked. “No. No, you cannot.”
“It was during finals in our last year,” Euijoo continued, completely ignoring him. “He was completely sleep deprived and somehow nodded off pouring the laundry detergent into the washer. Instead of trying to scoop it out -”
“How in the hell was I supposed to scoop it out!”
“- he just turned the machine on and left. By the time he went downstairs to switch everything, the laundry room was filled with a foot of bubbles”
“The landlord was so pissed but couldn’t figure out who had done it.” Kei said with a grin. “I remember.”
“We got passive-aggressive notes taped to the machines,” Euijoo added sweetly.
Fuma laughed. “That’s honestly impressive.”
At the end of the night, the air was cool, crisp with the hum of streetlights and the distant thrum of passing cars. They walked side by side, neither rushing, letting the silence settle between them like a shared coat. Fuma didn’t try to fill it. Nicholas liked the way the alpha didn’t talk just to talk, didn’t overstep, didn’t crowd. Just walked beside him like they’d done it a hundred times.
“Thanks for tonight,” Nicholas said quietly, after a few blocks. “I didn’t… expect to have fun.”
“Yeah?” Fuma asked, glancing at him. “You seemed like you were about to bolt when I got there.”
Nicholas laughed. “I was.”
“What changed?”
Nicholas paused. “You weren’t an asshole.”
Fuma smiled. “That’s a low bar.”
“And yet you cleared it.”
When they reached Nicholas’s building, Fuma stopped at the bottom of the steps. Nicholas didn’t feel nervous. He felt… warm. Open. Like something inside him was finally ready to stop pretending he didn’t want more. He reached for his keys.
“Do you wanna come up?” he asked.
Fuma nodded. “Yeah. I’d like that.”
Nicholas opened the door, and didn’t look back.
After that, the two couples spent more and more time together, until separation didn’t feel right. Kei kept a drawer of Nicholas’s favorite tea in his apartment and Fuma learned how Euijoo liked his coffee. Just like Kei was the perfect fit for Euijoo, Fuma was the perfect alpha for Nicholas.
It started with something stupid. Nicholas had been left on read for like, fifteen minutes. Which wasn’t that long. He knew that, he really did. But still, Fuma had been the one to say “I’ll call you after work.” And now it was twenty-three minutes past that. So, naturally, Nicholas sent a passive-aggressive “ok 👍” text.
Then followed it with:
“hope ur not dead”
“or cheating”
“either way this is homophobic”
By the time Fuma finally FaceTimed him, Nicholas answered with a deep sigh and the most dramatic expression he could manage.
“Wow,” he said. “So you are alive.”
Fuma smiled. “Hi, baby.”
“Don’t ‘hi baby’ me.”
“Didn’t realize you missed me this bad.”
“I didn’t,” Nicholas lied. “I just thought you were dead in a ditch or something.”
Fuma didn’t argue. He just leaned back, phone angled slightly as he gave Nicholas a look - cool, amused, a little dangerous. “You done throwing a tantrum?”
Nicholas narrowed his eyes. “I don’t throw tantrums.”
“You’re right. You pout and send five texts in a row and then lie about not caring.”
“I hate you.”
“Sure you do.”
Fuma was still calm, still smiling, and that only made it worse.
“You’re infuriating,” Nicholas muttered, flopping onto his pillow, hair sticking in every direction. “You don’t even get mad.”
“Why would I be mad?” Fuma said easily. “I like you bratty. It’s cute.”
The omega flushed. “I’m not bratty.”
“Mm. Okay.”
Nicholas sat up, glaring at the screen. “You’re the worst alpha I’ve ever met.”
Fuma leaned in slightly. His voice a little sharper now. “And yet you’ll still be on your back for me this weekend, begging for me.”
Nicholas’s brain short-circuited. His mouth opened and closed but nothing came out.
Fuma smirked. “Thought so.”
Nicholas buried his face in the pillow. “I hate you.”
“I know,” Fuma said. “Now go get some water and stop being a menace. I’m calling you back in ten minutes and I expect to see that pretty face smiling again.”
“What if I’m not?”
“Then I’ll handle it.”
Nicholas whimpered.
The omega loved it. Even if he’d never admit it out loud. Fuma never yelled. He just knew when to be patient, when to say “enough” - and how to make it sound like a promise, not a threat, and he especially knew when to tease. Especially in bed.
Nicholas would twist under the covers, arching just slightly away from Fuma’s touch, lips curling into that smirk that meant he was about to be a problem.
“That all you’ve got, alpha?” he’d whisper, breath warm against Fuma’s jaw. “Kind of underwhelming.”
Fuma didn’t rise to it. He just looked down at him - calm and collected with that soft glint in his eye that made Nicholas’s mouth go dry.
“You sure that’s how you want to start this?”
Nicholas would roll his eyes. “Please. Like you could make me beg.”
Fuma moved slowly when he was serious. He didn’t growl or snap. He just shifted his weight, tightened his grip, and looked at Nicholas like he already knew how this night would end.
“You're going to beg,” he said simply. “And I’m not even going to have to ask.”
Nicholas’s breath always hitched at that part, just a little. And then Fuma would lean down, pressing his body over the omega's, pinning him softly to the mattress with one hand on his throat. Fuma watched the shift in real time, how the challenge in Nicholas’s eyes softening into a flicker of need.
“You’re not in charge here,” he’d murmur, nose brushing along the omega's jaw.
Nicholas lived for the feeling of someone stronger, slower, and infinitely more patient taking him apart on his time. He needed someone who would tell him what to do and make him do it, because he needed to give up control before he could ever feel safe.
“You don’t move unless I say. You don’t touch yourself.”
Nicholas nodded fast, panting.
"Use your words"
“Yes, Alpha.”
“You take what I give you, and you thank me for it.”
Nicholas whimpered, high and breathless. “Yes, yes, please,”
Fuma smiled against the side of his neck. “Then beg for it.”
And Nicholas did - broken and desperate and obedient, every last trace of attitude burned away, until all that was left was soft moans and whispered pleas, his body pliant and open.
Fuma leaned down, his chest pressed to Nicholas’s back, breath warm against the nape of his neck.
“You’re so fucking loud tonight,” he murmured. “Wonder if Euijoo can hear you from the other room.”
Nicholas gasped, whole body flinching.
“Bet Kei could smell you through the door,” The alpha added. “Bet he’d know exactly what you’re doing. What I’m doing to you.”
“Stop - ” Nicholas whispered, wrecked. But he didn’t mean it and Fuma knew that. He knew the way Nicholas’s body only got wetter when he teased like this. When the omega leaned into the soft, hidden shame of still wanting the other couple. Fuma kissed the edge of his jaw.
“Think they’d like seeing you like this?” he asked, voice low and cruelly sweet. “Face down, spread out on my cock and moaning like a needy little thing?”
Nicholas shook his head but it was weak and shaky.
“You sure?” Fuma purred. “You’d let them watch, wouldn’t you? Let Kei sit right at the edge of the bed and see what a mess you turn into for me. Bet Euijoo would be the worst,” he murmured. “All wide-eyed and wet, watching you beg and sob like a bitch in heat.”
Nicholas sobbed, hips twitching, too far gone to form words. And when his whole body felt like it had been unraveled thread by thread, strung out on pleasure and whatever dangerous thing Fuma kept whispering in his ear.
“Wouldn’t mind sharing you with Kei, you know,” Fuma added, just to twist the knife a little deeper. “If I ever couldn’t make it home in time to fuck the brat out of you, I bet he’d keep you nice and full for me.”
“You’re evil,” Nicholas breathed, voice shaking, but there was no bite to it. Fuma chuckled and rolled him over slowly, carefully - handling him like something precious, even as he whispered filth against his mouth.
Nicholas had stopped trying to explain their dynamic a long time ago. Not because he didn’t want to. But because whenever he tried, people would just stare at him like he’d said something backwards. Like he was the one misunderstanding the nom-existent rules of life.
“Wait - so... you're not a pack?”
The confusion always came wrapped in polite smiles and a type of curiosity that never quite veiled the judgment underneath. Because from the outside, they certainly looked like one - four people so tightly knit, so perfectly synchronized in their movements and moods, that it was hard to tell where one ended and the others began.
But they were just two couples. Two couples who spent a little too much time together. Who shared things - meals, space, scent - without ever hesitating.
But people didn’t understand. Couldn’t understand, really. Not unless they’d been part of it. Not unless they’d seen the way Fuma never blinked when Euijoo got sleepy and leaned against his side, wine-heavy and giggling, legs thrown over Nicholas’s lap like they’d done this a thousand times. Or the way Kei never looked annoyed when Nicholas crashed at their place after a long night, curled up in the middle of their bed with his cold feet pressed against Euijoo’s calves. Kei would just throw a blanket over him and climb in on the other side, unbothered.
Omegas usually got jealous and alphas usually got possessive. But there was none of that here. Never had been and probably never will. It was a bond, and it went deeper than anyone would ever understand.
The movie was long forgotten to Nicholas at this point. He couldn’t even remember what the plot was about. Soft sound and flickering light moved lazily across the room, but neither he, nor Euijoo, paid it any attention.
Nicholas had curled fully into Euijoo’s lap, his body slack with preheat softness, muscles too loose to hold any tension. His limbs felt boneless, his skin hot. He’d tugged a fleece blanket over them both and buried himself beneath it, face pressed into Euijoo’s neck, the tip of his nose tucked just beneath the soft edge of his collar.
His breathing was deep and slow, but uneven, marked by the subtle tremor of overstimulated nerves. His body moved like it was following invisible scent trails on the other omega - cheek brushing skin, mouth ghosting over fabric, nose nuzzling just beneath the curve of Euijoo’s jaw. He dragged his nose across the same patch of skin again and again. The scent blockers he wore had long since lost their grip so his pheromones rising like steam, sweet and heady, softening the air. Nicholas exhaled, and Euijoo inhaled. And the world got quieter.
Euijoo was stroking slow, rhythmic lines up and down Nicholas’s spine, again and again, with the tips of his fingers. He tilted Nicholas’s head slightly and rubbed their cheeks together, cheek to temple, skin to skin. Nicholas made a tiny, content noise and it spurred something in Euijoo.
He wrapped both arms around Nicholas’s back and pulled him closer, until their bodies were fully flush from chest to chest, belly to belly, thighs tangled beneath layers of blankets and clothing. His lips brushed along Nicholas’s temple.
Nicholas shifted, blindly seeking more of that pressure, that connection, that touch. His body trembled faintly against Euijoo’s, delirious from the scent and closeness, his fingers still fisted in Euijoo’s shirt like it was the only thing keeping him tethered. The effect was immediate and the older omega melted. He let out a soft, high sound that barely registered as a whimper and curled tighter into his best friend's arms, his whole body trembling from the contact.
Above them, quiet and still, two alphas watched, letting their omegas fall as far as they needed. The moment the movie’s credits started to roll, Fuma shifted on the couch.
“I’m grabbing water,” he murmured, his voice low and even.
Kei’s eyes flicked up. He hesitated for only a second before following. “I’ll come with.”
They slipped down the hallway toward the kitchen in silence, their steps light. The overhead lights were off and just the undercabinet glow casting a quiet gold across the countertops. The city hummed beyond the windows, distant and dim. Kei leaned against the opposite counter, arms loose at his sides, his gaze fixed somewhere distant.
The warm underglow of the kitchen light painted his cheekbones in gold, softening the lines of his normally unreadable expression. Fuma passed him a bottle, their fingers brushing briefly and Kei took it with a nod, uncapped it with a twist, and took a sip.
The scent of the nest still lingered down the hall, thick and sweet even from here. It curled around their chests, pulling at something deep and instinctive in both of them. Nicholas’s scent in preheat was syrupy-slick, honeyed and dizzying. Euijoo’s, sharp citrus and warmth, always grounded Fuma, but now it felt intoxicating. Kei exhaled slowly through his nose, eyes closing for a beat.
“I’ve had the conversation already,” he said quietly. “With Euijoo.”
Fuma turned slightly. “Yeah?”
“About Nicholas. About you.”
Fuma nodded slowly, gaze dropping to the bottle in his hand.
“Me too. With Nicholas, I mean.” He paused, then looked up. “About Euijoo. And you”
Kei’s lips quirked upwards. It wasn’t a smirk, just something knowing. There was no jealousy in it, no territoriality. Just that quiet weight of understanding.
“It’s not just about Nicholas’s heat,” he said.
Fuma nodded again. “No. It’s not.”
Kei took a slow sip of water, then tilted his head toward the living room, even though the nest was out of view.
“When I saw him scenting Nicholas like that… It reminded me of back then,” he said, almost to himself. “When we used to share. All those nights.”
Kei and Fuma weren’t officially roommates in University, but they might as well have been. They were two alphas who didn’t give off tension around each other, which was rare enough to turn heads. If Kei was sharp, Fuma was grounded. If Kei played cold, Fuma ran warm. Where Kei pushed with words, Fuma dominated in silence. And when they found an omega who could handle both? It was game on.
That bond, that wordless trust, didn’t go away when they stopped sharing beds and started building their lives. Now, when Fuma glances at Kei across the room during movie night, Kei raises an eyebrow like he knows exactly what Fuma’s thinking.
“Yeah.” Fuma’s chest rose as he nodded.
“But this…” Kei shook his head once. “This isn’t about fucking someone together. This is…”
He didn’t finish the sentence, didn’t have to. Fuma met his eyes again, and this time there was weight behind it. Something spoken silently and fully understood.
“It’s different now,” Fuma said simply.
“If anything ever happened between us - all four of us,” Kei said slowly, “I wouldn’t want it with anyone else.”
“Me neither.”
“I trust you.”
“I trust you too.”
And that was it. Nothing more needed to be said. They stood there a little longer, sipping their water, the fridge humming behind them. Neither in a rush to return to the living room, but neither holding back. Something had shifted. Something had already begun.
And whatever came next… it would happen on their terms. Together.
The moment the alphas left the room, the shift was almost instant. Nicholas stretched his arms overhead with a sleepy sigh, then flopped back into the blankets with a lazy smile. Euijoo had adjusted beside him, giggling softly, and Nicholas’s fingers had found their way to the hem of Euijoo’s shirt, slipping beneath without either of them really noticing.
“You’re so soft,” Nicholas mumbled, brushing his fingers along Euijoo’s stomach.
Euijoo twitched at the contact. “You’re scent drunk.”
“A little,” Nicholas whispered, giggling. “But I know soft when I feel it.”
Their faces were close now, breaths mingling. Euijoo was flushed, glassy-eyed but more than that, he was starting to feel a familiar, dizzy warmth.
“You scent me any harder and you’re going to make me go into heat too,” the younger omega murmured.
“Would that be so bad? Imagine the two of us going into heat together” Nicholas giggled and pressed their foreheads together, noses bumping. “Do you want me to stop?” he asked, genuinely.
Euijoo stared at him - his best friend, his past almost-love, his present temptation - and didn’t answer, but he didn’t pull away either.
Nicholas’s fingers were tracing circles on Euijoo’s hip now slowly and aimlessly, but intimately. His cheek was still pressed against Euijoo’s shoulder, and his voice had dropped low, syrupy with heat and something else.
“I bet Kei fucks you you so well when you go into heat.”
Euijoo’s breath caught in his throat. “He does. Of course he does.”
“Bet he gets all serious. All focused.” Nicholas hummed, nose brushing along Euijoo’s jawline again. He mimicked Kei’s voice in a soft whisper, teasing: “‘You doing okay, sweetheart? Drink some water. Breathe through it.’”
Euijoo laughed, blushing hard.
“His knots are probably huge, huh?”
Euijoo’s eyes fluttered. “Stop it.”
“Why?” Nicholas asked, lips brushing his ear now. “It’s not like we haven’t talked about it before. We used to tell each other everything.”
Euijoo swallowed hard. “We haven’t talked about what happens in our heats in forever”
“Wanna know?” Nicholas grinned slowly, his voice dropping into a whisper. “Fuma’s cock is thick enough to make me wince just from the stretch of it”
That one sentence made Euijoo shiver but Nicholas felt it and kept going. His hand drifted a little lower, fingertips barely brushing along Euijoo’s thigh.
“He makes me beg for it matter how wet I am. He takes his time to make me fall apart. Always tells me I smell so fucking sweet when he fucks me so hard I cry.”
Euijoo made a noise, more moan than exhale and Nicholas smiled.
“Sometimes I don’t even remember how many times I come. He just keeps me there. Pinned down. Hands under my thighs, mouth on my throat. Tells me I’m his. Over and over.”
Euijoo’s lips parted, flushed and silent.
“He knots me so deep I can feel him for hours,” Nicholas whispered, teeth brushing Euijoo’s ear now. “You ever wonder what he feels like?”
Euijoo was trembling, his fingers clutched the other omega's wrist. “Nicho -”
“What?”
“This isn’t fair.”
“I know,” Nicholas said softly. “But I still want to hear about Kei. What he sounds like when he knots you. How it feels.”
Euijoo closed his eyes, breathing shallow.
“He’s not quiet, he says such dirty things to me that it makes me blush” he whispered, voice barely there. “But he holds me so tight I can’t move, he's so big I swear I can feel him in my stomach. His knots always last a long time too”
Nicholas’s thighs pressed together, and Euijoo felt it. Their bodies were tangled too close, too hot, the scent of both of them overwhelming.
“I bet you look so pretty when you come for him,” Nicholas whispered.
Euijoo whimpered.
“I miss it, you know,” Nicholas whispered, lips brushing the shell of Euijoo’s ear. “Taking care of you during heat.”
Euijoo’s breath hitched so Nicholas kept going.
“You always got so clingy,” he said softly, a little smile in his voice. “You’d wrap yourself around me like I was going to disappear.”
“I - I remember,” Euijoo whispered, voice trembling.
“I liked it,” Nicholas admitted. “I liked the way you’d shake when I touched you. The way your scent got all high and sweet. How your eyes would get glassy and teary - ”
Euijoo let out a soft, broken whimper and Nicholas froze. He hadn’t heard that sound in years. Not since those nights where Euijoo would beg to be held tighter, fucked slower, kissed quieter. Nights where Nicholas would guide him through wave after wave of heat, whispering "I've got you."
“There it is,” Nicholas murmured, his tone suddenly quieter. “That sound.”
“N-Nicho, don’t - ” Euijoo gasped, fingers curling into his shirt.
“I’m not teasing,” The older omega said. “I miss you like that. Soft and needy and mine for a little while.”
“I’m not yours anymore,” Euijoo whispered, barely audible.
Nicholas leaned in closer, their foreheads touching now, noses brushing.
“You’re still something , though,” he said. “Aren’t you?”
Euijoo’s eyes were glassy and vulnerable, like Nicholas remembered.
“Yeah,” The younger omega whispered. “I think I always will be.”
Nicholas kissed his cheek. The brief contact was just enough to make Euijoo whimper again, this time with a shaky inhale and the unmistakable scent of citrus slick starting to bloom in the air. Nicholas’s hand came up to the other omega’s cheek, thumb brushing gently under his eye, where the tears hadn’t yet fallen but shimmered all the same.
“Hey,” he whispered. “Look at me.”
Euijoo did, lashes fluttering. And Nicholas leaned in, just enough for their noses to brush, just enough that the next breath could be a kiss.
“Nicho…” Euijoo breathed, nervous. “Wait - ”
“Fuma knows,” Nicholas blurted out. “He knows I still love you.”
The younger omega's breath caught and Nicholas blinked a few times, stunned he’d said it out loud.
“He knows, and he’s never judged me for it. Not once.” Nicholas’s voice softened, cracked a little. “And I think… maybe you still love me too.”
The silence between them stretched and Nicholas didn’t move, too scared that if he did, it would shatter the delicate moment between them. But then Euijoo leaned in and his lips brushed Nicholas’s softly.
The older omega exhaled into it, fingers curling gently around the back of Euijoo’s neck.
They stayed like that - kissing like a confession, like yes, I still feel it too until Nicholas made a soft, needy sound and a whimper pulled from the back of his throat and Euijoo’s lips parted, tongue slipping forward.
The moment their tongues touched, it was like something sparked. Nicholas gasped, Euijoo groaned, and then they were kissing open-mouthed, slow and wet, the kind of kiss that makes your whole body tingle. Nicholas laid back into the nest, his head hitting a pillow with a soft exhale, and Euijoo followed him down, pressing over him, hands braced on either side of his head. Their bodies slotted together naturally, thighs brushing, slick scent thickening between them.
“Juju,” Nicholas whispered, eyes half-lidded, lips already starting to swell. “You taste so good...”
“I forgot how good this felt,” Euijoo murmured, voice low, trembling. “I didn’t think I’d ever get to kiss you like this again.”
Nicholas reached up, fingers curling in Euijoo’s shirt, tugging him closer. Their tongues brushed again and Euijoo groaned into it, hips barely rocking forward as he caught himself, trembling with restraint.
“You’re gonna make me soak the nest,” Euijoo gasped against his mouth.
“Who cares, I already have.” Nicholas whispered, smirking as he arched up into him.
Their kisses turned messy, panting and gasping, breath catching between every press of their mouths. Hands wandered and Nicholas’s thighs parted instinctively, legs hooking lightly around Euijoo’s waist, needing more, and craving everything.
Their scents tangled as Euijoo’s hips rocked down where lay between the other omega’s legs. Their slick had started to leak through their bottoms, thin and wet between their thighs, soaking into the blanket below them.
“Nicholas,” Euijoo whispered, voice cracked. “You’re…”
“Hot?” Nicholas smiled against his lips, breathless. “You’re hotter.”
Euijoo laughed softly, and Nicholas used the sound as an excuse to kiss him again, his hand sliding down the younger omega's chest, smoothing over the thin fabric of his tank. He could feel the heat coming off his body, the faint tremble under his skin. Euijoo rolled his hips again, slower this time and both of them gasped.
“That’s good,” Nicholas breathed. “Feels good, Juju.”
Euijoo leaned down, mouthing at Nicholas’s throat, letting his lips linger just under the scent gland, just pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses into flushed skin, feeling the other omega’s pulse throb against his lips. He ground down intentionally now and the sound Nicholas made was to his ears, his hips jerking up into the friction.
Their bodies were soaked now, slick making it easy to move, thighs slipping, shirts damp at the hem. Nicholas sat up a little and tugged his own shirt over his head, tossing it aside with no real care. He reached for Euijoo’s tank next.
“Can I?”
Euijoo nodded, pupils blown wide so Nicholas pulled it off and tossed it beside them into the nest. He let his hands roam once it was gone, tracing the lines of Euijoo’s chest, his stomach, the small dip of his waist. His thumbs smoothed over sensitive skin, nails scratching faintly. Each touch made Euijoo squirm, chest rising and falling in short, desperate breaths.
“You’re gorgeous,” Nicholas whispered as he pulled the younger omega down into another kiss, legs curling around his hips, bodies pressed flush now. Their bare chests pressed together, skin-to-skin, and the scent of aroused omega filled the space like a fog.
They were both panting now, moaning quietly into each other’s mouths, fingers digging into skin. Nicholas’s hands slid down Euijoo’s back, grabbing at his waist, urging him closer, deeper, anything. His thighs tightened around Euijoo’s waist, rolling up to meet every slow grind. Their bodies rocked together like they’d never stopped, like time had folded them back into that old university bed.
Nicholas was flushed head to toe as Euijoo’s hands trembled as they slipped under the waistband of his shorts, pushing them down. The older omega lifted his hips wordlessly, letting them slide off. Then Euijoo stripped himself the rest of the way.
“Touch me,” Nicholas begged, voice cracking. “Please, please , Juju - ”
Euijoo reached down and wrapped his hand around both their cocks, sliding together in his fist. Nicholas’s moan was almost broken, his head thrown back into the pillow, his throat bared and beautiful.
Euijoo’s cock matches the rest of him - long, slender, and sensitive while Nicholas’s cock is thicker, shorter than Euijoo’s, but undeniably solid.
“Fuck,” Euijoo gasped. “You’re so pretty like this.”
They moved together causing filthy, slick sounds to fill the nest as Euijoo stroked them both. Nicholas clung to him, fingers clawing at his shoulders, gasping his name over and over like prayer.
“You two better not be asleep or else we're -” Kei’s voice cut off mid-sentence and Fuma’s footsteps stalled behind him.
They stood frozen in the doorway, bags of candy and water bottles clutched loosely in their hands, taking in the scene before them, of Euijoo and Nicholas completely tangled in the nest, bodies bare, grinding against each other, wet cocks sliding together in a slow rhythm. Their mouths were locked in a messy, gasping kiss, moans low and helpless as they rutted like it was muscle memory.
Euijoo didn’t notice at first, he was too focused, his mouth still on Nicholas’s throat, hand between their hips. Nicholas was flushed deep down his neck, moaning soft and high, body arching into every touch. It wasn’t until the olde omega's hands froze - gripping tight at Euijoo’s arms instead of pulling him closer - that Euijoo looked up.
No one moved.
Kei set the bottle down slowly. “What the fuck are you doing?”
Euijoo tried to sit back, but Nicholas’s thighs were still around his waist. They were stuck like that, skin pressed together, both of them wet and trembling. The air was thick with omega slick, lethargic heat, and something sharp at the edges, like embarrassment threatening to bloom. But Euijoo and Nicholas didn’t move or even bother to cover themselves. They just looked up at their alphas, panting and flushed, caught in the act.
“We didn’t - ” Euijoo started, voice cracking. “I mean, we were just - ”
“Just what?” His alpha asked, stepping closer. “Just getting each other off while your alphas were in the kitchen?”
Nicholas’s voice came out small. “We didn’t mean for it to - ”
“To what?” Fuma asked, stepping forward now, slow and dangerous. “To get this far? To get yourself both heat drunk and stupid?”
Euijoo whimpered, instinct curling tight in his belly.
“You didn’t even have the mind to call for us,” Kei scoffed and Nicholas’s arms wrapped around Euijoo protectively, voice barely above a whisper.
“We were going to… we just got carried away.”
“Carried away, huh.” Kei crouched beside them, one knee sinking into the pillows. His hand reached out slowly, tracing a line down Euijoo’s thigh, pausing at the slick mess between their hips. The omega’s hips twitched toward the touch, just the smallest roll, but it was enough to make Kei laugh under his breath. “Look at you. You were one stroke away from coming all over each other like a pair of desperate pups.”
Fuma dragged a slow hand up Nicholas’s arm, stopping at the nape of his neck, thumb brushing the flushed skin there.
“Is that what you wanted, Nicholas?” he asked, low and deliberate. “To come on his cock like you used to? To rub yourself raw while I was gone?”
Nicholas just whimpered, broken.
“You got so worked up without us. But if you're really that desperate to get off…” He trailed a hand down Nicholas’s stomach, stopping just shy of touching his cock. Then he pulled back. “Go ahead. Show us.”
Kei’s eyes sparkled now, catching on quickly.
“Yeah,” he said. “Go on. You were doing just fine without us, weren’t you? You two made such a mess without any help at all. So if you’re still aching that bad… keep going.” The older alpha leaned back, grabbing a water bottle and taking a long, unhurried sip like he had all the time in the world.
The two omegas stared up at them, wide eyed and unblinking, causing Kei to laugh at them.
“No words now? You were moaning his name a minute ago.”
“I need...” Nicholas gasped, voice cracking. “Please, Fuma - I need something inside, please - ”
Fuma, seated nearby, didn’t move at all to touch him. He leaned back on his hands, utterly unbothered by the sight of his mate sprawled beneath another omega.
“Oh, now you remember who to beg to?”
“Please, alpha… ” Nicholas’s hips twitched and his eyes fluttered open, wet and pleading.
Fuma’s gaze slid to Euijoo. “You heard him.”
“Huh?” Euijoo blinked, flushed and wide-eyed.
“If he needs to be filled so badly,” Fuma said smoothly, “then help him.”
Euijoo bit his lip, hesitant but then Nicholas looked up at him with glazed eyes and parted lips, his body already shaking, already soaking the nest beneath them - and there was no way Euijoo could deny him. He touched Nicholas carefully at first, fingers sliding through the slick mess between his thighs, teasing the rim. Nicholas twitched, hips lifting, a whimper escaping his throat.
“Please, please,” he whispered, wrecked and open. “I need it - need to be filled - ”
“Shhh,” Euijoo murmured, leaning in to kiss the corner of his mouth. “I’ve got you.”
And then, gently - remembering exactly how Nicholas liked it - he pressed a finger inside. Nicholas arched, a trembling cry breaking from his chest. His hands grabbed at Euijoo’s shoulders, his body already trying to grind down, desperate for more.
“Spread your legs more,” Kei said softly. “Let us see him.”
Euijoo obeyed, adjusting his angle, gently pushing Nicholas’s thighs apart wider so the alphas could see everything - pink, swollen, slick and trembling.
Fuma exhaled through his nose, sharp and deep. “Fuck.”
Euijoo moved slow, then deeper, working Nicholas open, pressing forward until the older omega was squirming and gasping into his neck.
“You feel so good,” he whispered. “I missed this. I missed you like this.”
Nicholas was shaking, every muscle in his body pulled taut as Euijoo’s fingers moved inside him. Slick soaked the nest under his hips, pooling with each rock of his body. His legs had fallen open without shame, hips lifting helplessly into Euijoo’s hand, cock twitching with every grind of their bellies.
“Please,” Nicholas gasped, head thrown back. “Fuma - please, alpha, can I - can I come?” His voice cracked on the last word, already halfway there.
“No.”
Nicholas froze, eyes wide and blown with desperation.
“Alpha -”
“I said no, Nicholas.” Fuma’s voice was calm, cool, like he wasn’t watching his mate grind himself into a whimpering mess. “You’ve made enough demands already, don’t you think?”
Nicholas whimpered, his hips twitching as his body betraying him, chasing pleasure even as he tried to obey. He blinked up at his alpha, tears brimming in his eyes, lips trembling.
“Please, I can’t - ”
“You can,” Fuma said with a roll of his eyes. “You just don’t want to. And if you really want to come, you’ll earn it.”
Nicholas whimpered again, empty and aching as Kei reached over and brushed his figners against Euijoo’s back, steadying him. The younger omega looked wrecked. His hair damp with sweat, mouth kiss-swollen, thighs sticky with slick, and his cock was red, dripping at the tip where it rested against Nicholas’s inner thigh. Euijoo held Nicholas open, still knuckle-deep, his lips brushing over the older omega’s jaw as Nicholas cried softly into his neck, whispering “please,” over and over.
“You’re doing so good,” Euijoo whispered. “Just a little longer. Just until they say.”
The alphas were seated like kings on the couch, shirts off, spread-legged, cocks hard in their pants as they watched their mates writhe on the floor like it was a stage built just for this.
“Go on, sweetheart,” Kei’s voice cut sharp through the haze, eyes burning as they locked on Euijoo. “Fuck him.”
The younger omega froze, pupils blown wide. “Wh - what?”
Fuma leaned forward lazily, his forearms resting on his thighs. “You heard him. Go on. Slide your cock into your best friend. Right here, right now. Give him what he wants”
Euijoo looked back at the alphas like he was begging for mercy but there was none in their eyes. Only hunger.
Shaking, Euijoo lined up, one trembling hand on Nicholas’s thigh, the other guiding himself. Nicholas’s entrance was soaked, pink and twitching, so sensitive that just the head brushing against him made the older omega gasp and buck.
“God,” Euijoo whispered, barely able to think. “I can’t - ”
“You can,” Kei said, sharp and firm. “You want him to feel good, don’t you?”
“Wanna make him feel so good,” Euijoo gasped.
“Then fuck him,” Fuma said, slow and deliberate. “Let him feel what it’s like to come around your cock while we watch.”
Nicholas sobbed, back arching. “Please, Juju. Please.”
That landed heavier than anything else.
Euijoo pushed in slow, the head of his cock breaching his best friend’s tight rim. Nicholas’s mouth fell open with a soft, broken sound, his hands flying up to grip the other omega’s shoulders. Euijoo gasped, burying his face against his best friend’s throat as he sank deeper, inch by inch, until their hips pressed flush.
The alphas watched in silence, cocks hard under their pants, watching their pretty little omegas fuck like they were made for it. And they were.
Euijoo lets out a strangled sound the moment he’s fully inside. Nicholas is tight, so tight, and pulsing around him like a fist made of velvet, and Euijoo’s vision whites out for a second. His hips tremble as he tries to stay still, to breathe, but Nicholas shifts under him with a broken moan, thighs falling open wider.
“Fuck,” Euijoo gasps, forehead dropping to Nicholas’s shoulder. “It’s - he’s so - ”
“Clenching on you already?” Kei’s voice is rough, low with interest. “Looks like he’s desperate to be bred, doesn’t matter whose cock is inside him.”
Nicholas whines at that, high and wrecked, his hands scrabbling at Euijoo’s back. “Please keep going, don’t stop. ”
Euijoo shudders violently. He hasn’t put his cock in anyone in years, not since his heats spent with Nicholas. The older omega’s body sucks at him like it’s trying to keep him in.
“I can’t - fuck - I’m gonna come,” Euijoo chokes out.
“You better not,” Fuma murmurs, gaze locked on where their omegas are joined. “You’re not done until we say you’re done.”
Euijoo lets out a whimper, biting down on Nicholas’s neck in desperation as he tries to hold back the tidal wave building in his gut. Nicholas arches into it, crying out, hips jerking. His cock leaks untouched between them, rutting up against Euijoo’s belly. He doesn’t need friction. He’s close just from being filled.
“Look at you two,” Kei murmurs, hand palming himself through his sweats. “Fucking like you’re in heat together. How long have you been wanting this?”
Nicholas keens in response, half-lost in sensation. Euijoo tries to pull out, just a little, just enough to stop the pressure but Nicholas clamps down with a moan so deep it echoes through his chest.
“I said don’t stop,” Nicholas pants, eyes glossy, mouth open. “Need it. Need you.”
The older omega been teetering on the edge for too long, his body flushed and trembling, sweat glistening down his spine. He was so needy, soaked through, untouched cock grinding slickly against Euijoo’s stomach with every desperate thrust. It didn’t take much more. Just the right angle, the drag of Euijoo’s cock pressing deep one more time - right where he needed it - and Nicholas shattered.
His orgasm hit him like a punch - sudden and hard. He choked on a scream, back arched, cock jerking between their bellies, cum painting his skin in quick, sharp pulses. His hole clenched hard around Euijoo’s cock, drawing out a wrecked sob from the other omega.
“Oh my god” Euijoo gasped, eyes flying open.
The squeeze of Nicholas’s body around him was too much. Too hot. Too tight. Too good. He tried to hold it back, tried to remember Kei’s voice and Fuma’s command, but Nicholas’s warm hole just kept clenching and milking him like it wanted everything he had. Euijoo didn’t stand a chance.
He cried out as he came, hips jerking forward as ropes of cum spilled into Nicholas’s heat-drunk body, flooding him. The younger omega collapsed forward, forehead pressing to Nicholas’s shoulder, both of them boneless, smeared in sweat and cum.
Everything was quiet, except for the sound of their ragged breathing.
"That’s it? After all that build-up,” Fuma drawled, leaning back against the couch cushions, one arm draped lazily over the backrest. “All that grinding and moaning. You two couldn’t even last five minutes.”
Euijjoo whimpered, eyes fluttering open in embarrassment, his face already red and shining with sweat.
Kei’s voice cut through the quiet. “He’s right, it’s kind of pathetic. I know you can do better than that, keep going”
Euijoo blinked, dazed. “…W-What?”
“Oh,” Kei said, leaning forward to brush damp hair from his omega’s face, “you didn’t think that was it, did you?”
The alpha’s hand suddenly curled around Euijoo’s damp curls, gripping just tight enough to make the omega flinch.
“You’re not done,” Kei said simply, voice low and firm, brooking no argument. “Keep going.”
Euijoo whimpered, his cock twitching inside Nicholas despite being painfully oversensitive. His whole body was still shaking, his thighs sticky and weak.
“I - I can’t,” Euijoo whispered, breath catching. “It hurts."
“I said,” Kei growled, leaning down, lips brushing Euijoo’s ear, “Keep. Going.”
Nicholas let out a sob when Euijoo shifted, the movement dragging his cock against his too-sensitive walls, his body twitching violently from the stimulation.
“No, no, please,” Nicholas gasped, voice gone thin and high, “’m too sensitive - can’t - can’t take more - ”
“Sure you can,” Fuma said from his spot on the couch, returning to lazily stroking his cock through his pants. “You were begging for it a minute ago and now you’re acting like we’re the cruel ones?”
Kei’s grip didn’t loosen. “Move your hips, omega.”
Euijoo obeyed. One shallow thrust, and both omegas cried out. Euijoo’s cock was too soft to stay fully hard, but still stuck inside while Nicholas’s hole sucked him in greedily, fluttering, too slick, too full.
“You don’t stop until I tell you to.”
“I can’t,” Euijoo whimpered, voice cracking. “I really - ”
Kei’s hand slid to the back of his neck, thumb pressing down on his scent gland. “Yes. You can.”
"Alpha, it hurts...”
"I know, baby. Keep going."
"I can’t -"
"You will. You’re doing so good."
Nicholas sobbed under him, hands fisting in the sheets, hips jerking up involuntarily to meet Euijoo’s shallow thrusts. And the alphas just watched as the omega’s bodies moved in jerky, desperate motions with Euijoo’s hips rolling in short, pathetic thrusts, just enough to drag the head of his cock along Nicholas’s overstimulated insides. Nicholas squirmed beneath him, twitching and gasping, his own cock smearing more mess between their bellies, caught in the friction.
Euijoo could barely breathe. Nicholas was so wet, all soaked and slippery and pulsing around him, slick dripping from where they were joined, pooling beneath them on the sheets. It was too much. Too hot, too tight, too good. He couldn’t stop the tremble in his bottom lip and the sharp hitch in his breath. Then his whole face crumpled, his hips still moving while his eyes welled up with tears.
“I’m sorry,” he choked out, body shuddering. “I’m s-sorry, I c-can’t - he’s just - he’s so - ”
Kei made a sound in his throat, low and pleased. He watched Euijoo fall apart - the flushed pink of his cheeks, the tears catching in his long lashes, and those big brown eyes going glassy with shame and pleasure.
“You crying already?” Kei said, voice too sweet. He reached out and cupped Euijoo’s jaw, tilting his face up. “Look at you. Such a good little omega. So sensitive. ”
Euijoo whimpered, eyes flicking down but Kei’s grip didn’t let him look away.
“You like how tight he is?” Kei asked, thumb swiping under his eye to catch the tear that slipped free. “You like fucking your best friend while we watch?”
Euijoo trembled. “Yes, hyung- ”
Kei smiled, slow and sharp. “Then don’t you dare stop.”
The slick sounds of overstimulation filled the room - wet, desperate, rhythmless. Euijoo was sobbing now, silent tears streaking down his flushed cheeks, chest heaving as he forced his hips to keep moving. Nicholas was a mess beneath him, slick-smeared and trembling, gasping through gritted teeth as his body clenched around every exhausted thrust. It was too much. It had been too much for minutes now, and the only thing keeping them moving was sheer obedience, and the weight of their alphas’ command.
“Enough.” Fuma’s voice eventually cut through the haze.
Euijoo froze. His entire body stilled mid-thrust, like the words had physically struck him. His hands clenched against Nicholas’s shoulders, his eyes wide and glassy as he choked on a breath.
"You can stop now.”
Nicholas let out a sob, like relief punched the air from his lungs as Euijoo’s cock slipped from Nicholas’s hole with a lewd, wet noise, his hips jerking as the motion made them both cry out one last time. His thighs gave out almost immediately, and he collapsed against Nicholas’s chest, trembling.
“Oh my god,” Euijoo gasped, voice high and broken, “thank you, thank you, alphas - hyungs, thank you”
Kei was on him in seconds. He crouched beside Euijoo and cupped his face, thumb brushing along his jaw with one hand and pushing back the omega’s messy hair back with the other. Euijoo blinked up at him with glossy eyes, still too wrecked to speak.
“You did so well, sweetheart. Pulled all those sounds out of him and filled him up just like we told you.” Kei murmured, voice like honey.
Euijoo couldn’t even answer, just letting out another small sob, his face twisting as the tears kept coming, chest hitching. Kei leaned in and licked them from his cheeks with slow swipes of his tongue, savoring the salt, the vulnerability, the obedience that had brought Euijoo to this edge.
“That’s it,” he murmured against his skin. “That’s my good boy. Took care of him so well.”
Euijoo whimpered, clinging to Kei’s wrist like it was the only thing keeping him grounded as the alpha shifted, easing him back onto the sheets, spreading his legs wider with practiced hands. The omega whimpered when the cool air hit his slick hole.
“You’re gonna be next,” Kei said softly. “Need to make sure you’re stretched out for me, don’t I?”
Euijoo didn’t answer, just bit his lip and nodded, his thighs already trembling with anticipation. He was still boneless from earlier but his cock twitched against his belly, sticky and flushed pink, already showing signs of recovery despite the wreck he’d been reduced to. Kei pushed his thighs up and apart, until his untouched, puffy hole was on display.
“Fuck,” Kei muttered, voice reverent.
He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to Euijoo’s flushed belly before trailing lower, lips ghosting down until he reached the mess coating the inside of Euijoo’s thighs. He licked a wide stripe over the untouched entrance, tasting him. Euijoo whined, his hips twitching, fingers fisting in the sheets. Kei licked again, then again, letting his tongue press firmer, teasing the ring of muscle until it fluttered beneath the attention.
“Hyung, please - ” The omega gasped, voice high and wrecked. “Need it.”
“I know you do,” Kei murmured, and then slipped the tip of his finger in. The omega was tight, impossibly so, slick but tense, clenching around the intrusion like his body didn’t know whether to beg for more or shut down completely. Kei licked around the finger as he worked it deeper, slowly easing his omega open.
“You’re gonna need at least three to take me,” he said, kissing the inside of Euijoo’s thigh. “Maybe four.”
Euijoo let out a helpless, needy sound that was somewhere between a sob and a moan as Kei slipped in a second finger beside the first, scissoring gently, and moaned at the feeling.
“Good boy,” The alpha praised, licking deeper. “You’re gonna take me so well.”
Across the bed, Fuma was murmuring into Nicholas’s ear, stroking his back, whispering soft praise as he wiped the tears from the older omega’s cheeks. Nicholas had gone slack, legs still spread, body twitching with aftershocks but he whined as his eyes locked on the sight of Euijoo’s thighs shaking with Kei’s head buried between them. His own body still ached, raw and used, but his hole fluttered open all the same when Fuma settled beside him.
“You want more?” Fuma asked softly, brushing his fingers over Nicholas’s swollen entrance.
Nicholas tried to shake his head, but it wasn’t convincing. His body told the truth even if he couldn’t. His hole was a mess, still swollen and fluttering from the effort of being fucked while overstimulated. Fuma reached between his legs, thumb spreading him open slightly, watching the way slick and cum oozed out of the tender ring of muscle.
“Still sloppy from your friend,” Fuma muttered with a quiet, pleased sound. “He made a mess of you.”
Nicholas turned his face away in embarrassment but gasped when Fuma gently slid one thick finger inside. The feeling made his back arch slightly, hips twitching in response. He was so sensitive still, so open, and yet still not enough to take what Fuma had planned for him.
“That’s it,” Fuma murmured, working his finger deeper, slow and careful. ““You want my cock, baby?”
Nicholas’s lip trembled. “Y-Yes, Alpha.”
The room was soaked in the scent of slick. It was rich and overwhelming, clinging to the nest, the alphas’ skin, the omegas’ thighs. It filled their lungs with every breath, thick and sweet and so undeniably omega that neither Kei nor Fuma could pretend to keep their instincts in check.
Kei had three fingers inside Euijoo now, working them in deliberate thrusts, stretching him open with practiced care. Each time he curled them, Euijoo’s back would arch, his thighs trembling where they were hooked over Kei’s shoulders, slick gushing around the intrusion. The alpha pulled back from between Euijoo’s legs with a wet sound, his mouth and chin glistening. Euijoo let out a shaky, wrecked noise, part protest, part whimper, hips still twitching upward like they didn’t want him to stop.
Kei looked over at Fuma, who was still working his fingers in and out of Nicholas’s heat-drunk body, watching the way the older omega squirmed and whimpered with every slow curl of his knuckles.
“Wanna taste?” Kei asked, voice rough.
Fuma looked up, eyes gleaming. “Always.”
Kei leaned in without hesitation and Fuma met him halfway, one hand still buried between Nicholas’s legs as their mouths met. The older alpha tilted his head, deepening it, letting Fuma taste Euijoo's slick right from his tongue - citrusy sweet. Fuma groaned softly into it, licking deeper, one hand gripping Kei’s jaw as their mouths slanted together.
And the omegas, who were already ruined, could not look away.
Nicholas let out a shaky gasp. “Holy fuck - ”
Euijoo moaned, squirming against the sheets, his hole fluttering open around nothing. “That’s not fair,” he whimpered, chest heaving. “That’s so not fair…”
Fuma finally pulled back from the kiss, his voice a low hum against Kei’s lips.
“He tastes good,” he murmured. “Sweet.”
Kei smirked. “Thought you’d like him.”
Nicholas was practically panting now, grinding weakly against Fuma’s hand even as his hole clenched down around the alpha’s fingers. The alpha finally pulled his fingers free with a slick pop, strands of slick stretching between them and Nicholas’s swollen entrance. The omega moaned at the loss, hips lifting like he wanted them back immediately, but Fuma just reached across the bed without hesitation. He brought those same fingers - wet and glistening - right to Kei’s lips.
Kei opened his mouth and Fuma slid his fingers in, letting them rest heavy on his tongue. Kei hollowed his cheeks, sucking the other alpha’s fingers down to the knuckle, tongue dragging between them like he wanted to taste everything. The heady flavor of omega slick, thick and musky, coated his tongue like a drug. Fuma watched him with a dark smile, his hand gentle but firm, holding Kei’s face like he owned him.
“Yeah,” The younger alpha murmured. “Knew you’d like how he tastes.”
Kei pulled off with a wet pop. “He’s delicious.”
The omegas couldn’t move. Their thighs were slick, their bodies flushed, trembling, eyes wide.
“F-Fuck,” Euijoo stammered, his cock twitching helplessly against his belly. “Please,” he begged, voice thick. “Please just fuck us already - can’t - can’t take watching anymore - ”
“You two are so fucking needy.” Kei wiped the corner of his mouth and grinned like a wolf. “Don’t tell me you don’t want a taste too”
The alpha leaned forward and grabbed Euijoo’s face and squeezed, popping the omega's jaw open and forcing his chin upwards. Then Kei spit, a mix of the alpha’s saliva and the lingering taste of Nicholas’s slick dripping into the omega’s mouth. Euijoo let out a loud moan as it hit his tongue, and he swallowed without being told, his throat bobbing. His alpha’s thumb slid along his bottom lip, smearing what was left.
“You like how he tastes?” Kei murmured and Euijoo eagerly nodded. “Good boy.”
Nicholas was still trembling from the slow stretch of Fuma’s fingers and the sight of the two alphas feeding off each other’s mouths like they owned everything in the room. But even through the slick-glazed haze of his heat, even with his thighs shaking and lips swollen, something inside Nicholas flickered back to life. His bratty core, resilient and razor-tongued, refused to be silenced for long. He turned his head slightly, cheek resting against the sheets, and through heavy lashes and a wrecked voice, he spoke.
“Was that show just for us?” he said, voice thick with arousal and mockery. “Or is that just something you used to pull with the other omegas you fucked in uni?”
Fuma’s eyes narrowed immediately.
“Oh,” he said, voice low and laced with heat. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”
Nicholas’s smirk faltered, just barely, as Fuma grabbed him by the hips. He flipped him with one strong motion, dragging the omega onto his stomach and then up onto his elbows, folding him until he was on his hands and knees, his red hole on display. Nicholas gasped, scrambling to catch his breath, his smirk wiped clean by the sudden shift and the heavy hand now pressed against the small of his back.
“You’ve got a real mouth on you, baby,” Fuma murmured, leaning in close, his voice a low growl against Nicholas’s ear. “Let’s see how smart it is when I’m inside you, and you’re drooling on the sheets.”
Nicholas whimpered and despite himself, arched back. Kei barked a laugh from the other side of the bed, still holding Euijoo close, one hand lazily stroking down his trembling stomach.
“Better fuck the attitude out of him,” The older alpha said. “Before he starts asking for your body count.”
“I’ll give him something to count,” Fuma muttered darkly as he grabbed the base of his cock, thick and heavy, and pressed it between Nicholas’s cheeks. He rutted once teasingly, dragging the head through the mess coating his omega’s entrance and Nicholas whined, his hips twitching, the teasing drag enough to make his thighs shake.
“You wanted to know how we used to fuck?” Fuma growled, grip tightening. “Let me show you.”
And then he pushed in. The stretch was instant - thick and slow, burning in the best possible way. Fuma didn’t give Nicholas a chance to catch his breath. Once he pushed in, he didn’t stop. His hips slammed forward, thick cock forcing Nicholas open again, deeper, rougher, harder. Slick squelched with every brutal thrust, dripping down Nicholas’s thighs, soaking the sheets beneath them. The omega sobbed into the nest, clawing at the blankets, his cock hard again despite everything.
“F-Fuck, too much” Nicholas gasped, voice raw and trembling.
“You wanted to mouth off,” Fuma growled, snapping his hips forward again, the sound wet and obscene. “You wanted to act like you could take it.”
Nicholas whined, body shaking, back arching on instinct as Fuma gripped his hips tighter. “I can - I can take it - !”
“Then take it,” Fuma snarled, dragging his cock out slow before slamming back in. “Take every inch like a good omega.”
Nicholas sobbed because his body knew exactly how to take it, even if his brain couldn’t keep up. He was already leaking again, clenching around every thrust, greedy and desperate.
Fuma was fucking into Nicholas with smooth, punishing thrusts now. His cock sank deep with every roll of his hips, dragging slick and cum from the omega’s stretched hole and smearing it down the insides of his thighs. Nicholas could hardly keep his arms under him, moaning into the sheets, flushed and crying, absolutely wrecked. Still, Fuma didn’t hold back.
“God,” he grunted, voice low and sharp, “you’re still tight even after getting fucked by your best friend.”
Nicholas sobbed, hips jerking back to meet each thrust. “Fuck!”
Fuma leaned over his back, lips brushing his ear. “What, he didn’t stretch you out enough for me?”
Across the bed, Euijoo let out a mortified little noise, half gasp, half whimper, burying his face in Kei’s shoulder. “I did! I tried!”
Kei, still curled beside him, raised a brow and smiled slowly. “Mm. Sure, baby.”
Euijoo lifted his head, face flushed. “I did!”
Kei kissed his lips and said with faux sympathy, “It’s okay, sweetheart. Your cock’s useless, but your heart’s in the right place.”
Euijoo sputtered, blinking rapidly. “Excuse me!?”
Fuma let out a low, smug laugh from behind Nicholas, still driving into him hard and deep.
“Don’t worry, Euijoo,” he called over Nicholas’s gasps. “You loosened him up just enough to make it fun.”
Nicholas, in the middle of it all, just moaned - too overstimulated to not react to being talked about while being fucked. Kei chuckled into Euijoo’s hair, hand slowly stroking down his belly, toward the mess between his legs.
“You're lucky you’re pretty,” he murmured, affection threaded under the tease. “I’ll do the real work tonight.”
Euijoo whined, red-faced and twitching as Kei’s fingers dipped back between his legs, stroking the still-slick rim of his untouched hole. He kissed Euijoo one more time, slow and grounding, before shifting to his knees and lining himself up.
Kei stroked himself once more then guided the head of his cock to press against his mate’s entrance. Euijoo lay on his back, legs spread wide and trembling, knees hooked over Kei’s forearms. He pushed in slowly, dragging the head of his cock against every sensitive spot until Euijoo cried out, hips trying to jerk up to meet him.
“Ngh , Hyung - ”
“I’ve got you,” Kei whispered, one hand sliding to cradle the back of Euijoo’s neck. “You’re doing so good. So perfect for me.”
“F-Fuck, too much, I - Kei - ” Euijoo’s voice cracked, but his body betrayed him again, slick gushing fresh around the thick length spreading him open.
“You can take it,” Kei said, soothing, voice rough but tender. “You want to take it. Look how good you look stretched around me.”
The alpha’s cock was long and thick, stretching Euijoo open with a constant pressure that left him breathless. The omega sobbed beneath him, overwhelmed, his hands fluttering weakly before Kei caught them and pinned them to the sheets, holding him still as he sank in deeper. But still, Euijoo’s gaze kept drifting to the side. To Nicholas.
Nicholas, who was on his knees, elbows giving under the pressure, face buried in the nest as Fuma pounded into him from behind. His spine arched beautifully, every thrust forcing slick from his hole, slick that glistened in streaks down his inner thighs, pooling between his knees. Each snap of Fuma’s hips knocked the air from his lungs, his body jerking forward only to be dragged back again by the firm grip on his waist.
Beside him, Euijoo lay on his back, legs bent high and wide over Kei’s broad shoulders, trembling with each slow, grinding thrust. Kei moved differently, more deliberate and precise, driving into him in deep, rolling strokes that left Euijoo’s whole body shivering, mouth open in soundless gasps. His thighs quaked with each drag of skin, with the thick pressure of being stretched and filled, opened in a way that made his gut twist with both pain and desperate, cloying pleasure.
Slick clung to every surface - to their skin, to their cocks, to the blankets beneath them. The room was soaked in it: the heat of it, the smell of it, sweet and feral and dizzying. It clung to their lungs with every breath. It was leaking from the omegas in waves, their bodies too full, too eager, too sensitive to stop.
“Nicho," Euijoo gasped, voice trembling as he let go off the blankets with one hand to reach out sideways.
Nicholas turned his head, dazed and teary, his lashes clumped with sweat. He let out a desperate little whimper when he saw Euijoo’s outstretched hand and without thinking, he reached back. Their palms pressed together, fingers lacing tightly between them. Just inches apart, they held on, eyes locking.
Nicholas’s mouth hung open, breath catching on every thrust that pushed his hips forward and Euijoo’s lips trembled, his throat bobbing, chest rising fast with the effort of keeping eye contact through the overwhelming tide of sensation.
Their bodies rocked in time. When Nicholas jolted forward from the force of Fuma’s thrusts, Euijoo shuddered from the depth of Kei’s. When Euijoo clenched and whimpered, Nicholas’s grip on his hand tightened instinctively. Sweat ran in rivulets down their bodies. Their cocks, flushed and sensitive, twitched untouched against their bellies, leaking into the sheets. The alphas didn’t ease up. Fuma’s pace stayed sharp and demanding, pushing Nicholas open again and again, wet sounds echoing from between his legs. Kei moved with deep control, his cock buried to the base each time, pulling groans from Euijoo’s chest that sounded like sobs.
“Look at you two,” Fuma muttered, voice thick with pride and filth. “Still holding hands while getting fucked stupid. Cute.”
Kei looked down too, watching the way Euijoo's eyes rolled, how his fingers curled tighter around Nicholas’s.
“You need each other that bad, huh?” Kei murmured. “Even with our cocks splitting you open, you’re still reaching for him.”
Euijoo moaned, body jolting with every deep push. “Yes - yes, please - n-need him - need you - need everything - ”
Kei bent down, licking the sweat from his throat. “You’ve got us, baby. All of us.”
Fuma was relentless now. Every thrust brutal and precise, angled just right, slamming into that perfect spot inside the omega that made white sparks burst behind his eyes. Nicholas couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but feel it. He was sobbing again, body curled in on itself, hole stretched wide around Fuma’s thick cock, dripping slick with every thrust. His other hand clutched Euijoo’s tight enough to bruise, their fingers tangled and slick with sweat.
And then Fuma hit that spot perfectly. Nicholas’s whole body seized, his mouth falling open in a silent scream before his voice broke through in a wrecked, high-pitched cry. He came hard, his body convulsing, back arching, thighs trembling under Fuma’s grip. His cock jerked against the mattress, untouched and spurting between his belly and the sheets. His hole clenched down violently around the alpha still buried inside him, sucking him in deeper, refusing to let go as Fuma came inside with a loud, deep groan.
Nicholas’s body trembled from the aftershocks of his orgasm, his thighs slick and trembling, chest heaving as he tried to come back to himself. Fuma hadn’t pulled out, he was still buried deep, holding Nicholas’s hips steady, letting him pulse and clench around him with every aftershock. But even wrecked, Nicholas reached across the sheets, his fingers still laced with Euijoo’s. Then he leaned in and kissed him.
It was a messy open-mouthed kiss, mostly just tongue and panting between them. Euijoo whined into it, his whole body tensing under Kei, eyes fluttering shut as his cock twitched helplessly against his stomach.
Fuma noticed and reached over, his hand wrapped around Euijoo’s leaking cock and began to jerk him off in perfect rhythm with Kei’s thrusts.
“ Oh - oh fuck," Euijoo cried out, his hips stuttering, pinned in place by the pressure of Kei’s cock inside him and the rough, teasing slide of Fuma’s hand. “I-I can’t,”
“You can,” Kei growled, voice shaking now as his own control slipped. “Let go. Right here. While we watch.”
Nicholas kissed him again, gentler this time, cupping Euijoo’s cheek with one trembling hand. “Come for us, Juju.”
That did it. Euijoo screamed as he came, cock jerking in Fuma’s fist, his whole body arcing up against Kei’s chest. Cum spurted across his stomach, thick and hot and endless, his walls clenching around Kei’s cock like a vice. His alpha moaned, hips slamming forward deep with one final thrust before he buried himself to the hilt and came inside his omega.
The scent of slick, sex, and release still hung in the air and room was was heavy with heat, with spent bodies and the soft sound of panting and the distant hum of rain against the window.
Nicholas lay on his side, still boneless, still sensitive, with Fuma curled behind him, one hand stroking up and down his side with soothing warmth. Euijoo was tucked into Kei’s chest, knees drawn up, still joined, flushed cheek pressed to the alpha’s collarbone.
Fuma leaned over first, brushing sweat-damp hair from Nicholas’s temple and pressing a kiss there.
“You were so good for me,” he murmured, low and sincere. “Took me like you were made for it. Didn’t stop once. Even when you were shaking.”
Nicholas flushed, eyes fluttering open, lashes damp with leftover tears.
“You - mmnh - you broke me,” he whispered, but his voice was soft, teasing.
Fuma chuckled, kissing his cheek again. “You loved every second.”
“I did,” Nicholas admitted, a little breathless.
On the other side, Kei gently carded his fingers through Euijoo’s hair, slow and grounding. He kissed his forehead, then his damp nose, then his lips tenderly and full of pride.
“You made me proud,” Kei whispered, voice low and rough from exertion. “You’re always beautiful when you cry for me. But tonight - ” he kissed him again, “ - you were perfect.”
Euijoo whimpered softly, hiding his face against Kei’s chest. “I didn’t last long…”
“You lasted exactly as long as we wanted you to,” Kei said firmly. “You came when you needed to, that's okay"
Nicholas laughed faintly from across the bed. “I can't believe we held hands while getting railed into next week"
“You two were unreal. Our perfect little omegas.” Fuma muttered, voice warm with amusement and affection.
Kei nodded, still stroking along Euijoo’s back. “Both of you. So good for us.”
Then came the cleanup - slow, unhurried, and filled with kisses and murmurs of praise.
Kei used a warm cloth to wipe down Euijoo’s stomach first, careful around his softening cock, murmuring soft things like “I’ve got you,” and “so full, huh, baby?”
Fuma did the same for Nicholas, gently spreading his thighs, whispering “still leaking for me,” and “fuck, you’re pretty like this,” as he cleaned up the mess he'd made.
No one rushed, and once they were done, no one pulled away.
The living room was dim now, lit only by the glow from a cracked door in the hallway and the occasional flicker of light from outside. The storm had long since passed, leaving the windows fogged up and the world beyond them quiet.
The four of them just lay there, close and sticky and warm, breathing each other in. Euijoo eventually reached out again, and Nicholas met him halfway without thinking, their fingers tangling softly between them. Kei saw it, and smiled.
“We should do this again,” he murmured.
Fuma leaned in and kissed Nicholas’s shoulder. “Often.”
Nicholas had gone nearly boneless where he lay pressed to Fuma’s chest, soft breaths warming the alpha’s skin. His lashes were fluttering, half-lidded with exhaustion, and every now and then, his fingers twitched where they were still loosely tangled with his best friend.
Euijoo was barely awake too, tucked up tightly in Kei’s arms, cheek pressed to the older alpha’s chest, one leg draped over his thigh. His breaths had slowed, deeper now, warm and rhythmic.
Kei watched both of them for a long moment. The two omegas looked wrecked in the best way. Marked, satisfied, safe. Both of them had that heat-drunk softness to them now - completely pliant, small little whimpers escaping every time they shifted. Kei kissed Euijoo’s temple, and then looked over at Fuma.
“You two should stay,” he said quietly, voice thick with affection. “It’s late. Roads’ll be shit, and - ” his gaze drifted down to Nicholas, already halfway into sleep, “ - he deserves to rest.”
Fuma’s eyes softened immediately. He looked down at Nicholas, who stirred slightly at the sound of Kei’s voice but didn’t open his eyes.
“Yeah,” Fuma murmured, brushing a hand through Nicholas’s messy hair. “He does.”
“He earned it, they both did. ” Kei added with a quiet smile. “Let them wake up slow tomorrow. Full belly. No rush.”
Fuma nodded once. “We’ll stay.”
It took some effort to coax the omegas up. Nicholas let out a groggy whine when Fuma shifted beneath him, burying his face deeper into the alpha’s chest like he could physically hide from being moved. Euijoo wasn’t much better. His eyes barely opened, mumbling sleepy nonsense against Kei’s throat, clinging to his arm with one limp hand.
“Shh,” Kei whispered, brushing his knuckles gently down Euijoo’s spine. “Just moving you to the big bed, baby. You’ll be more comfortable there.”
Nicholas let out a sleepy hum in protest, but didn’t fight when Fuma carefully lifted him into his arms. His head dropped onto Fuma’s shoulder, arms loosely wrapping around his neck, legs dangling in that post-orgasm haze where his body felt too light and too heavy all at once. They carried them down the hall to the master bedroom.
It was pleasantly cool in the room. The blackout curtains were drawn shut and soft sheets on the bed had been previously pulled back, the space scented thickly with all four of them.
Kei carefully laid Euijoo down in the middle, adjusting the pillows behind his back and smoothing the blankets over his bare hips. Euijoo barely stirred, except to reach for the alpha's hand as it drifted away, so Kei leaned down and kissed his cheek, letting their fingers stay tangled.
Fuma set Nicholas down beside him, guiding him gently until he was curled up on his side, facing Euijoo. Nicholas immediately tucked closer, their foreheads brushing, legs tangling beneath the sheets. The two omegas sighed in sync.
Kei climbed in on one side, his arm going around Euijoo’s waist from behind, chest pressing into his back. Fuma slid in on the other, curling around Nicholas, one hand resting low on his belly, the other gently stroking his hair back from his face. The four of them fit perfectly.
The room was completely dark now, lit only by the soft glow from the hallway and filled with the quiet hum of steady breathing.
Nicholas was curled tight against Fuma’s chest, the bratty fire from earlier smoothed down into something soft and vulnerable, face relaxed in sleep. Euijoo lay in the same position on the other side, tucked neatly into Kei’s arms, fingers curled loosely against his own chest, breathing slow and even. Their bodies were warm between the alphas, heat finally fading into comfort.
And then, without a word, Fuma reached out. His hand moved slowly, fingers brushing gently over the blanket, hovering just above Nicholas’s waist, reaching across the narrow space between them. Kei felt the movement, and met it halfway.
Their hands found each other just over the omegas' sleeping forms, their palms pressing together, strong and sure, warm in the hush of the dark.
And in the darkness, between the slow, peaceful breaths of their sleeping mates, Kei squeezed once and Fuma squeezed back - two points of strength holding the entire bed together. The scent of all four of them mixed in the air.
And nothing had ever felt more complete.