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"It's cute that you think he likes you better," Hal murmurs, dipping in to bite at Dirk's ear.
Whoever said omegas don't get territorial was a fool. This is the third time this week that Hal has pinned Dirk to the floor, bite marks peppering Dirk's neck and arms. It doesn't help that Hal is in heat, eager to be bred, and Dirk isn't far behind him.
"What, you think his cock is gonna fall off after one go?" Dirk spits, hissing when Hal's teeth dig into the skin just below his ear. They're duller than an alpha's, but they still hurt. "Fucking—stop that! I'm not gonna interrupt your fuckfest!"
All of Jake's friends warned him against taking two omegas at the same time, especially twins. But they came as a bonded pair, and Jake is just too softhearted for his own good. How could he separate them? He assumed they'd already have a pecking order between them, and he thought giving them plenty of space in his manor and the surrounding property would keep them from each other's throats, but unfortunately, that didn't pan out. He loves them both dearly, he really does, and it's endearing to watch them paw at each other when they're both in heat and desperate for breeding. But when Hal gets something stuck in his craw, there's nothing that'll convince him to be so sweet on his sibling. Hal's modus operandi is biting, and Jake is quite through with it.
He only listens to the scuffle long enough for Dirk to let off one more pained yelp, before grabbing a box from his desk and storming out to the living area. He tries not to let his irritation show, but he can't always hold back, especially when his boys are squabbling like children.
"That's enough," he says sternly as he stops and plants his feet. Both omegas halt what they're doing, and Dirk scrambles out from under Hal to kneel at the alpha's feet. Jake can see the bite marks, not only on Dirk's neck and arms, but on his thighs too. He spares Dirk a smile, then looks over to Hal. "You. Come here. Now."
The impertinent scowl on Hal's face almost sees him bent over Jake's knee with a belt taken to his backside, but he complies after a moment's hesitation, coming to mirror his brother's position. Neither of them wears a stitch of clothing, which is how Jake prefers them, but it also makes it easy to see that Hal hasn't come away unscathed, bearing defensive scratch marks from Dirk. But Jake knows who instigated, and he knows who needs to be punished for it.
"If you're going to bite like a dog," Jake says evenly, as he opens the box, "Then you're going to be muzzled like a dog."
"Excuse me?" Hal balks, clearly not expecting any sort of consequences for his actions. Perhaps that's Jake's fault for spoiling the two of them.
The look of smug satisfaction on Dirk's face isn't as charming as he thinks it is, and Hal recoils as Jake holds up the muzzle. Jake waits with as much patience as he can, eyes meeting Hal's in a wordless summons. It takes a few beats, but eventually, Hal crawls over and allows Jake to fix the muzzle over his face, carefully fastening each strap and testing it for snugness. Hal tugs at it, and grumbles invectives, but doesn't make any real efforts to remove it. This thick wires that make up the dome of the muzzle still allow Hal to speak normally, bu prevent him from getting anywhere near biting.
"Good. Now come along."
Jake glances behind him to make sure both are following, and as expected, Dirk is close at his heels, while Hal lags behind. They know where they're going, though, which is probably the only reason Hal obeyed to begin with.
Fixing Hal with a look, he gestures to the side of the bed as he comes to stop there. "Here."
One of the other benefits of the property is that it has plenty of extra rooms, most of which go unused. Dirk and Hal have their own connected rooms, right across the hall from his. More often than not, he finds one in the other's bed, which isn't surprising. And sometimes one or both will crawl into his bed. Those nights, he sleeps a fair bit better than usual, but would never dream of forcing it on them. They'll come around in time.
This is not a bedroom. It was a guest room, once, but has been converted for a specific purpose: pegs on the walls hold various implements to make breeding the boys a little more dynamic, nothing too wild, but harnesses, halters, restraints, as well as a selection of toys for them to play with whenever they like. There's a breeding bench in one corner, oft used when he was first breaking them in, getting them used to taking his knot—Hal more than Dirk—though these days, it sees very little use and its restraints hang, the leather growing stiff from disuse.
The bed is custom-made, with several anchor points for restraints, which is what Jake is intending to use now. Hal arrogantly lifts his chin as he comes to stand at the side of the bed, but it's easy to see him trembling with need as Jake lays him down and binds his wrists to the headboard. He leaves Hal's ankles unbound but does push them apart. He's so beautifully ready, his ass and inner thighs glistening with his own fluids, his hole swollen and ready to be filled.
"Now Dirk, my sweet, come here," Jake says, wagging his finger. Dirk looks uneasy, but does as he's told. He's always been the more pliable of the two, and even though Jake loves them equally, he has to admit he appreciates Dirk's easy obedience.
With warm, gentle hands, Jake guides Dirk into position, kneeling him between Hal's legs so that they're face to face and nearly hip to hip. Hal has started wriggling in discomfort, hot waves of arousal pulsing through his muscles as he pulls against the bonds. It breaks Jake's heart just a little, but he must stick to his guns.
By the time Jake disrobes and takes position behind Dirk, Dirk is already getting wet for him, too. He's not in heat just yet, but his body is still eager to receive his alpha. Already hard, as he so often is what one of his boys is giving off the sweet pheromones of heat, Jake mounts Dirk as he always does, the omega whining at the intrusion. He's so wonderfully warm and tight, and Jake doesn't waste any time, his hips pulling back and snapping forward again, as Dirk rocks back to meet his movements.
"Good," Jake coos, smoothing a hand along Dirk's back, subtly pushing him closer to Hal. "You're such a good boy."
"—fuck," Dirk curses under his breath. "Harder."
Jake obliges, always happy to breed Dirk as vigorously as he can tolerate, but he takes the time to draw it out now, too.
Underneath Dirk, Hal is writhing and whining, keening in discomfort as the heat of arousal grows into something painful, muscles tight and unable to release their tension. It would have been uncomfortable regardless, but with his alpha fucking his brother on top of him, so tantalizingly close, it's unbearable. The muzzle offers him nothing to bite down on, not a bit or a gag, not the soft flesh of Dirk's shoulder, leaving him to simply bear it. He arches his hips, begging, hoping for some sort of relief that doesn't arrive, only receiving some unfocused grinding from Dirk, who isn't trying to do it, so much as he's pushed into it every time Jake fucks into him.
"Jake you ass—" Hal starts, but quickly realizes he's not exactly making his case. "Alpha. Fucking. Please."
There's no response from Jake, but Dirk leans in, drawing his tongue up Hal's cheek and gently sucking his earlobe. "What were you saying about liking you better?"
Now this won't do. Digging his fingers into Dirk's hips, he thrusts harder, leaving Dirk unable to taunt his brother any further through the moans, somewhere in between pleasure and pain. Dirk can take it, Jake knows, and he's proven correct when the omega cries out not too long after, as he comes hard. His muscles tighten around Jake's cock, quickly bringing the alpha over the edge too, spending deep inside Dirk, the knot at the base of his cock swelling and tying them together.
If Jake didn't know any better, he'd say Hal sounds on the verge of crying; he feels a mite guilty for it, but the punishment could have been a lot crueler. Hopefully, this will teach Hal that biting simply isn't acceptable.
With his arms still around Dirk's torso and fully supporting his weight, Jake sits back and takes Dirk with him. The omega's legs spread to either side of his thighs, putting on full display for Hal how Jake's cock is knotted in Dirk's ass.
"Look up here, sweetness," Jake says firmly, but oh-so-gently, when he notices Hal looking away. "I don't want you biting anymore. Do you understand?"
Tears prick at the corners of Hal's eyes, desperate to feel the knot currently tying his brother.
"I understand," he mutters, then when Jake opens his mouth again, amends with, "I won't bite anymore."
"Good." It remains to be seen whether Hal really will stop with the biting, or if Jake will have to think of some more severe punishments. Nevertheless, with that settled, he has a lapful of trembling omega who needs his attention.
Hal is powerless to watch as Jake whispers sweet things to Dirk, stroking his stomach, and all Hal can do is feel waves of jealousy in between the painful throbs of his heat.
At long last, Jake's knot finally softens, and Dirk is let down gently, laying out on the bed in post-breeding bliss. Hal looks so utterly miserable, his fingers flexing against the bonds, his back arching, seeking to be filled. It's rather sad, and Jake can't help but take pity on Hal, despite knowing that this punishment was very much earned. Leaning over, he unfastens the muzzle, and Hal huffs as it's removed and set aside.
"Are you going to be nice to your brother now?" Hal still scowls, but nods. "Good. Now let's see you kiss him nicely."
Dirk is all too happy to crawl over and lean in, his lips meeting with Hal's. Hal resists the urge to so much as nip at Dirk's lower lip, which he knows Dirk actually enjoys, but knowing he'd be a tattletale about it too. Still, the warm slide of Dirk's lips across his own is pleasant, and if it wasn't for his heat, he might lose himself in this, as Dirk's tongue slips into his mouth. There's a reason they can't be separated, and watching them make out, Jake thinks this must be part of that reason. But Hal is being nice, letting Dirk take the lead, each of them moaning softly when their tongues press together.
Jake, pleased with this outcome, takes up position between Hal's legs. He's ready to go again, and he feels confident that Hal's learned as much of a lesson as he's going to at this point; wanting to reward Hal for kissing nicely, Jake doesn't waste any more time in giving Hal the breeding he's aching for.
Hal moans, loud and deep in his chest, as Jake fucks into him, filling his ready hole with big alpha cock. His own small omega cock has been laying against his stomach this entire time, hard and leaking pre onto this skin despite being largely unfunctional. As Jake wraps his fingers around it and starts stroking it in time with his thrusts, Hal loses all sense of himself; Dirk's tongue is still in his mouth, but he can't bring himself to pay it any mind. With his alpha finally breeding him, and hard, Hal can focus on nothing else. Dirk, satisfied anyway, lays back again and just watches.
Hal comes twice before Jake does, and a third time as he feels the hot splash of his alpha's release inside him, filling him with pleasant pressure that's enough to sate his heat—for now. Now tied together, Jake leans forward on his elbows and lays kisses again on Hal's already kiss-swollen lips.
"There we go, my dear. Better now?" Hal nods, and Jake smiles as he turns to Dirk. "Petal, could you undo the restraints?"
Despite his willingness to obey, Dirk's movements are slow, and Jake doesn't fault him for it. It's not unusual for omegas to be languid for quite a while after breeding, some sort of adaptation to aid in impregnation, though he has both of them on birth control at present. No pups for them, not yet, but... soon, maybe. How lovely they'd both look. While considering this, he allows Dirk to take his time with the straps, and once Hal is unbound, Jake is free to maneuver all three of them into something a little more comfortable, with Hal splayed out on top of him and still tied, and Dirk tucked up into the crook of one arm. They'll be like this for at least another thirty minutes, if not longer, but he doesn't mind at all; he loves the opportunity to snuggle with them, when they're so warm and placid.
"You're such good boys, both of you," Jake murmurs, pressing kisses to the tops of each of their heads. Each makes unintelligible affirmatives in turn, sleepy mumbles preceding a post-breeding nap. Lovely. "I hope you'll remember this the next time you fight—it feels much better to play nice, doesn't it? Rest well, my doves."