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When Wumuti presented, he was 16, and no one was surprised. School had finished for the summer, and he spent a good couple of weeks holed up in his bedroom, riding out the worst of it. When he saw his friends again, with his dark hair grown out to his shoulders and a sweet strawberry scent, they'd taken turns burying their noses in his neck before settling back to watch a movie - same as always.

Rui was 15 when he presented. He’d woken up the day of his ballet exam, hot and achy, but had pushed himself through it to come top of his class. His friend, an already-presented omega, had taken one look at him after the exam and made him call his mum to pick him up. The next week was a blur after that, and when he returned to school for the last of his dance exams, he did so as a confident omega.

Things were a little different for Hyun. His two older sisters had presented young, both as alphas, and the assumption was that he'd do the same. So when his first rut came with a scorching fever, his mother had rushed him to the doctors, concerned he’d come down with something at the worst possible time. But he hadn't. He was in heat.

It took a while for Hyun to come to terms with his secondary gender, especially when he went back to school to shocked whispers, barely hidden behind cupped hands. His girlfriend had presented as an omega the term prior, and when he told her the news, she'd given him a sad smile and a kiss on the cheek and broken his heart with the words “I want an alpha.”

He couldn't really blame her at the time. With his height and his sisters’ status, he felt he was probably meant to be an alpha, and that something just got mixed up along the way. Even as a teenager, he stood a head above most of his peers, and so he struggled to reconcile how he looked to others with how he felt inside. He didn't feel like a normal omega - when his omega friends were gushing over the alphas they knew, he was looking at them with jealousy eating away at his insides. He didn't want any alpha, he wanted them. And he couldn't understand why he couldn't just act like a normal omega.

He’d met Wumuti first, the other omega's hair a blinding blue. He’d been so intimated he could barely finish his ice cream. He’d looked and acted exactly as he should as an omega, at least in Hyun’s eyes. He was perfect, and Hyun had been mesmerised.

It was years later that Wumuti found him again, and introduced him to one of the most beautiful people he'd ever laid his eyes on. Rui was taller than Wumuti but still inches shorter than Hyun himself, and he was so slender, his legs seeming to go on forever. Before their first dance practice, Rui had been stretching, legs in a split as he leant flush with the floor. Hyun had forgotten how to speak.

Wumuti’s soft smile and innate sweetness and Rui’s sharp features and even sharper wit were hard not to fall for, and so quietly, Hyun did.

And then there was Haru.

When Wumuti first met their would-be maknae, the latter was barely 17, and Wumuti had never felt such an overwhelming need to care for someone. He was tiny, a full three inches below Wumuti’s admittedly short height, all shy smiles and knobbly knees. But he was like sunshine, loud in all the right ways and so, so talented. Even when Haru was eliminated, Wumuti knew he’d follow that kid to the ends of the earth simply to make sure he was okay.

Rui first met Haru briefly and fleetingly, the younger barely giving anyone else a second glance as he clung to Wumuti like a koala. Silently, he wished he had someone who felt so safe with him he never wanted to let go, but there was no time to ruminate on that. He’d had work to do, and after Wumuti and Haru were both eliminated, he no longer had to worry about the pang of jealousy he'd feel whenever he saw them together.

Hyun had wanted to cry when he first met Haru.

Though he was as-yet unpresented, and a little older than most at that stage, it was pretty clear Haru would eventually present as an omega. Which made three. Three beautiful omegas in his new group that he wanted but could never have. And god, did he want them.

It didn't matter whether it was Wumuti brushing the hair from his eyes with a soft smile on his plump lips, Rui winking at him devilishly midway through his morning stretches, or Haru grinning up at him from where he stood tucked under his arm, Hyun could not stop thinking about kissing them.

But it didn't matter. All three of them would eventually find some handsome alphas to fall head over heels with. Alphas who could take care of them the way they deserve, scenting their mating bites and quenching their heats with a knot. And Hyun would be left behind. And that would have to be okay.

Even after debut, Hyun continued to spend a lot of time pondering this - certainly far more than was healthy. He knew he had to gear himself up for when that day would finally come, as he knew it would. It would be one of his hyungs, first - not Haru, who was still unpresented. Either Rui or Wumuti would one day come home smelling like someone strong and unfamiliar, and Hyun would feel sick.

Though he knew that day was coming, Hyun hadn't been prepared.

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It’s a Saturday, and it’s pouring with rain. Hyun and Haru have been hiding away indoors since the day before, neither wanting to leave the warm nest Hyun had built for them when the sun had first disappeared. Wumuti had left them to it, locking himself away in the studio at the company building a few blocks away.

Rui is the only one not accounted for, having slipped out whilst the two youngest were dozing. He'd sent a quick text to the group chat - “just popping out, be back later” - but that had been hours ago. And whilst he’s being careful not to upset Haru with his souring scent or come off as needy to his hyungs, Hyun is getting worried.

Haru sleeps soundly in the nest, his head on Hyun’s lap and fox plush clutched in his arms. His dark red hair is mussed, sticking up haphazardly. Hyun smooths it away from his face, rubbing his fingers through it in an attempt to detangle some of his curls. He’s running a bit hotter than normal, but Hyun puts it down to the massive duck down duvet wrapped around them.

He’d been particularly clingy today, their youngest, whining at Hyun to build them a nest until the omega finally caved. He’d always been a bit self-conscious of his nest-building skills - he could never make it feel as cosy as Wumuti or look as pretty as Rui. But Haru had told him it was perfect, hands clasped to his chest as he sought permission to enter. And then he’d crawled straight in, sprawled himself across Hyun’s lap, and fallen asleep.

That was six hours ago. When eight PM rolls around, Hyun finally caves and texts Rui to ask when he’d be home. When half an hour passes with no response, he texts Wumuti to see if Rui is at the studio with him. When Wumuti replies with a negative, and another twenty minutes passes with no word from Rui, Hyun can hide his stress no longer.

“Hyung?” Haru mumbles, voice thick with sleep. He blinks his eyes open, slowly at first, but the drowsiness drops from his face the second he smells that Hyun’s normally sweet honey scent has turned sour. “Your scent. What's wrong?” he asks, sitting up.

“I'm sure it's nothing to worry about, but Rui’s still out, and he's not replying,” Hyun explains, trying his best not to pass his stress onto the maknae. From Haru’s reaction, though, he doesn't do a very good job.

“What?!” He exclaims, shooting out of the nest to grab his own phone, pulling a quiet whine from Hyun’s chest. He lets himself be pulled back against the broader man as he hastily unlocks his phone and pulls up Rui’s contact.

Hyun must be even more stressed than he thought, because he can smell his own scent almost taking on a stormy undertone, something he's never had before. He pulls Haru closer to him, easily tucking the younger’s head under his chin and wrapping his arms around his tiny waist.

Before Haru can press ‘call’, they hear a key turn in the lock.

“My god, guys, I go out for like half a day and it’s like you're ready to file a missing persons report,” Rui complains, toeing his shoes off by the door and hanging his bag on the coat rack. He’s barely had the chance to unwrap his scarf before he’s pushed back against the door, small but strong arms holding him in place at his chest.

“What the fu-” he starts, his words cut out from under him when he realises who’s holding him. “Haru- what are you-”

“You let someone scent you,” Haru whispers. “Why would you- who- how could you-”

“Haru?” Hyun calls, half rising from the nest, voice gentle and firm. He has no idea what’s gotten into their youngest, but he feels an overwhelming amount of distress, the deep, damp smell of rain filling the room, overpowering the unfamiliar scent clinging to Rui’s usual rosy aroma.

“No,” Haru responds, pleadingly. “Hyung, answer me,” he begs, chin wobbling.

“I- I-” Rui stammers, uncharacteristically speechless at their sweet Haru’s burst of jealousy. “It was just some guy- we had- we had dinner-”

“An alpha?” Haru’s voice goes eerily low and steady. “And you let him scent you.”

“Haru, why do you smell like…” Rui starts, delicate hands coming to hold their maknae’s wrists.

“Nevermind what I smell like,” whines Haru. “You smell so- so wrong,”

Rui sighs, his patience clearly wearing thin. Coming to stand a short distance behind Haru, Hyun realises he needs to intervene. He doesn't know what's making Haru react like this, but it's not fair on either him nor Rui to let it continue. As much as he hates it, Rui is allowed to go out and do whatever he wants with whomever he wants, even if it's an alpha, and even if it makes Hyun’s chest ache.

Before he can muster up something to say, however, Rui gently pulls Haru’s hands away from his chest, allowing him to instead place them either side of him on the door, boxing him in. “Yes, I let him scent me,” Rui says, softly. “I’m an unmated omega. That's allowed, is it not?”

“No.” Haru says, firmly. Hyun has never seen him so angry. His hands shake against the door, his head tilted up at Rui.

“No?” Rui raises an eyebrow.

“No.” Haru repeats. “No, it's not allowed.”

Rui sees something in Haru’s face that makes him falter, amusement at the younger’s jealousy falling from his lips as he parts them in utter shock. Hyun steps forward, coming to stand next to Rui and reaching for Haru’s hands in an attempt to ease him off the other man. He looks at Haru’s face, tears spilling over the younger's face, and his heart breaks.

And then it all but stops. Because when Hyun looks at Haru’s eyes, he sees they're glowing red.

“It’s not allowed, and you're not fucking unmated.”

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“Oh, shit,” Rui curses, eyes searching Haru’s face. Haru’s mind is lost in the knowledge that Rui stinks of another alpha - another? - but he’s brought out of his daze to Hyun carefully raising his hand to clasp around his own. The touch makes Haru break eye contact with Rui, unfocused, tear-filled eyes flitting around until they settle on Hyun. Hyun, who smells like a mix of honey and what Haru recognises as his own scent. His own scent?

“It’s okay, baby,” Hyun murmurs. “Hyung’s here, he’s ours.”

Rui picks up on what Hyun is trying to do, and nods vigorously. “Yes, Haru, he’s right, I'm yours.”

“Mine?” Haru asks, voice clear with hope.

“Yes, yes, yours,” Rui insists, running his manicured fingers up Haru’s sides to his neck, thumbs resting over his scent glands.

“Mine,” Haru agrees, his free hand clutching Rui’s own to his neck, twisting his wrist to where his scent is strongest. He groans, low in his throat, lidded eyes going back to Rui’s before he tears his other hand away from Hyun's grasp and winds his arm around the back of Rui’s neck.

He pulls him close to him, strength seemingly coming from nowhere in his small frame as he presses his mouth to Rui’s neck. He flattens his tongue against his scent gland, the smell and taste of fresh roses flooding his senses as his guttural groans turn to something high and breathy.

“Oh, fuck, Haru,” Rui whines. “Shit, Hyun, where the fuck is Wumuti-hyung?”

“Studio,” Hyun mumbles, mouth dry and head empty as he takes in the view of their newly-presented baby alpha trying desperately to claim his omega.

“Haru, we can’t,” Rui begs, trying to pull the alpha away from his neck before he gets so lost in his rut that he ends up biting.

“We can,” Haru argues against his jaw, slotting his knee between Rui’s. “Don't you want me?”

Rui whines again, unable to stop himself from grinding down on Haru’s thigh. “Of course I want you, baby, but you're in rut.”

Haru freezes. “R-rut?” he asks. And suddenly it all makes sense. His foggy head, his sudden possessiveness over his omega, the throbbing between his legs and the heat in his belly. He can barely pull his focus away from Rui’s neck, because he’s in rut. Of course he’s in rut.

“Yes, rut, baby. You're presenting. So we need to wait.” Rui continues, nudging Hyun in the ribs with his elbow to try and break him from his stupor. Hyun gulps heavily. “Yeah, we have to wait until hyung is home. You want him here with you, right?”

Haru nods, still dazed. “Want him.” He allows Rui to move his arms away from him, and doesn't fight as the omega turns him around and guides him back towards Hyun’s nest.

Rui pulls Haru into the blankets, settling himself on the floor against the sofa. Haru gingerly sits next to him, his earlier jealousy-driven confidence a fleeting memory as he wraps his arms around his knees. He looks up at Rui through his eyelashes, a guilty expression on his face.

“Oh, don't make that face at me, silly,” Rui places his hand on Haru’s toned arm. “I'm not mad.”

Haru continues to avoid eye contact, but allows himself to be pulled closer, tucking himself into Rui’s side. He keeps his thighs pressed together, attempting to hide his obvious erection as he sighs shakily.

Hyun joins them on the floor, having just phoned Wumuti to tell him to come home, now. Wumuti didn't need telling twice, and Hyun could hear him scrambling to gather his things whilst still on the phone. “It’s Haru,” Hyun had explained. “He's presenting.”

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Wumuti can’t believe he’d let his Haru’s first heat start without him there to look after him. He chastises himself for not coming home when Hyun had started to worry about Rui. But he knew Rui could look after himself, knew he often needed this time away from the rest of them to quench his body’s needs. So he’d stayed, and worked, and now his baby Haru was presenting as an omega without him-

Before he knows it, Wumuti arrives back at the dorm building, taking the stairs two at a time to reach the fourth floor with record speed. He bursts through the unlocked door, immediately looking for the three other omegas curled up in a nest on the living room floor.

Except he doesn't see three omegas. No, he sees his two omegas - Hyun, looking relieved, and Rui, looking very flushed indeed - and one… little… alpha?

Red eyes stare back at him over the back of the sofa, where Haru’s pulled himself up to kneel. “Mommy,” he whimpers, all but collapsing against the cushions.

Wumuti springs into action, striding across the room to cradle his baby’s head in his soft hands. “Oh, darling,” he croons. “My sweet boy.” He kisses him on his temple, Haru leaning into his touch like it’s the only thing keeping him alive. Maybe it is. He pushes at Wumuti’s jacket, wanting his skin on his.

Wumuti lets him, his jacket falling to the floor as he slips off his trainers. “I’m so sorry I wasn't here. But I'm here now. I've got you,” he promises, arms wrapping back around his young alpha.

Haru gets his mouth on Wumuti’s neck and groans, loud and desperate. His hips rock against the sofa cushions, finally giving into his rut-induced hormones now he has all three of his omegas within reach. “Mommy, I- I-”

“I know, darling,” Wumuti sighs in his ear. “It hurts, hmm?”

“Yes, yes,” Haru agrees, hips moving faster against the sofa.

“I bet it feels good too, though,” whispers Wumuti, as if it’s their little secret, as if Hyun and Rui aren't sitting mere feet away, frozen in place as they watch their baby alpha lose himself in pleasure.

Wumuti slides his hands down Haru’s sides and over the curve of his ass, gripping the backs of his thighs to help guide his thrusts. Haru whines high in his throat, his cock hot and sticky in his underwear, the tip catching on the waistband and bringing him closer and closer to the edge. He sucks at Wumuti’s neck, the taste of summer strawberries coating his lips and making him hungry for more. “Ah, please, Mommy, I’m gonna-”

“Mommy knows, baby, I know,” Wumuti promises. “Let go for me, sweet boy.”

With one last sob, Haru finishes inside his boxers, hips twitching against the cushions and a large wet patch spreading across the front of his joggers. Wumuti rocks him through it, hands splayed over his ass and lips pressed to his ear.

“That’s it,” Wumuti says, softly. “Feel better?”

Haru nods, tearfully, collapsing against Wumuti, breathless and exhausted. And, he realises, still painfully hard.

“Wow,” Hyun clears his throat from behind Haru. “That was…”

“Really hot?” Rui helpfully supplies. Hyun elbows him, but doesn't disagree. Wumuti giggles softly, running his fingers through Haru’s messy hair. “Hyunnie, can you help me carry him to the bathroom?”

Hyun wastes no time in jumping up from the nest, using his superior height to scoop their youngest up into his arms. Painfully aware of his own erection, he pulls Haru close to his chest and heads towards the bathroom. “I've got this,” he tells Wumuti when he goes to follow. He has a feeling the other two need to talk.

He takes a deep inhale of Haru’s scent, harsh, cold rain giving way to something more serene as the boy relaxes. It’s… nice. Really nice. Hyun’s never found himself attracted to an alpha’s scent before, but this isn't just any alpha. This is Haru, someone he’s always thought of as an unpresented omega, yet another omega crush he’s had to hide, to push back down his throat to where he holds it, heavy, in his chest.

If he’s an alpha… does that mean Hyun’s normal after all? If he’s attracted to an alpha? Because although Hyun had tried not to let himself think about Haru in a sexual way, he couldn't deny the huge crush he’d been harbouring on the younger. Not quite as all-encompassing as his crushes on Rui and Wumuti - no, those had long since evolved into something much more dangerous. They're both so confidently beautiful, not to mention older than Hyun and long-since presented by the time he met them. He felt as though Haru’s innocence was being stripped away in front of his very eyes, and glancing down at the boy in his arms he could scarcely believe their little maknae was an alpha.

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“You've spoken about it with him, right?” Rui asks back in the living room, cross-legged in the nest across from Wumuti who had joined him on shaky legs.

“Yes, of course, but it was different,” Wumuti sighs. “We spoke about me helping him when he presented as an omega. Neither of us thought- I mean, no one thought…”

Rui reaches out, taking Wumuti's hand in his own. “I know. But he’s still our baby Haru, and he’s going to need your help. He’s going to want it. That won't have changed.”

Wumuti rubs his face with his other hand, eyes stinging. “I know, I know, but what if…”

Rui smiles, teasingly, his sharp eyes twinkling. “What if you lose all control once you're in there with our baby alpha all desperate and begging for his Mommy?” That earns him a slap on the thigh.

“For fuck’s sake, Rui, even you saying that makes me feel like I'm going crazy,” Wumuti groans, flinging himself back against the pillows.

He sighs again, frowning. “But… yes. That’s exactly what I'm worried about. When we’d discussed his first heat, we just discussed- you know, using hands and toys to get him through it. I can’t…”

“Let him knot you?” Rui finishes for him. Wumuti whines.

“I need to stop letting you finish my sentences, this is torture.”

Rui laughs, laying down on his side next to him, his head propped up on his hand and long hair cascading down to the pillows. “I’m right, though,” he says, using his free hand to brush Wumuti’s curly hair out of his eyes. “But you can still use toys. I have a fleshlight he can use, and then he might not beg to knot you… you know, quite as much.”

Wumuti turns onto his side, mirroring Rui’s position. “Okay. That would probably help, at least a bit. But…”

“That won't make you want his knot any less, will it, honey?” Rui tucks a piece of hair behind Wumuti’s ear before cupping his jaw. He swipes his thumb over a tear making its way down Wumuti’s cheek, and pouts sympathetically.

Wumuti takes a deep, shaky breath. “No. It won’t.” He leans his head back down on the blankets beneath him, and Rui is quick to slide an extra pillow under his head before doing the same for himself.

He moves himself closer to Wumuti, his hand trailing down his body to his waist where it settles. He pulls him in, their bodies pressed against each other, and knocks their foreheads together.

It's not like they've never been in such close proximity before, but it had never felt quite so serious with Haru’s new stormy scent still hanging around the room and tears in Wumuti’s eyes. And they'd certainly never kissed - they'd cuddled until the sun came up and given each other goodbye pecks on the cheek, but in the years they'd known each other, proper kissing had been off the table. Neither were quite sure who’s choice that was.

Regardless, Rui settles his hand back on Wumuti’s jaw and runs his thumb over his plush bottom lip. He can feel the other omega flush beneath him, cheeks going warm and pink, and Rui can't help the wave of fondness that comes over him. Wumuti truly is the sweetest. He brings his own lips closer, craving a taste.

“Is this ok?” Rui asks, voice barely a whisper in the heady silence of the living room.

“Yes,” Wumuti breathes, suddenly desperate for it, and to Rui’s surprise, he’s the one who closes the gap and brings their lips together.

Rui hums lowly as their mouths move against each other, his hand tangling in Wumuti’s hair to bring him ever closer to him. He gently guides him onto his back, leaning over him on his elbow as he deepens the kiss. Wumuti’s answering moan is high and keening, and it takes everything in Rui not to grind his hips against him. That is so not what Wumuti needs right now, especially not when he can still smell arousal on the edges of his strawberry scent.

Instead, Rui slows down the kiss, giving the older omega a final peck before pulling away. He collapses next to him, and Wumuti rolls back onto his side, a smile dancing on his now-swollen lips.

They stay, silently gazing at each other, until Wumuti brings them back to the problem at hand. He tangles their fingers together, bringing Rui’s knuckles to his lips as he speaks.

“Do you think it'd be ok if… you joined us?”

Joined them? Would it be ok if he… joined his beautiful best friend as he guides their handsome baby alpha through his first rut? “God,” Rui groans. “Yes, please.”

Wumuti laughs. “I know Haru won't mind. He has the biggest crush on you.”

Rui raises an eyebrow, knowing full well that the only person Haru has the hots for around here is the one he also happens to call ‘Mommy’. Oh well, it's not Rui’s job to unpack that, and Wumuti doesn't seem to mind if their earlier display over the couch was anything to go by.

“I'd be happy to help. Anything to make this easier for you. But…” Rui trails off. “What about Hyunnie?”

Wumuti bites his lip. “He’s always… kept his distance from us, when it comes to anything sexual or romantic. I've never even spoken to him about… dating, let alone sex. Do you think he'd… want to?”

“Honey, I just watched him walk out of here with Haru in his arms and a boner in his pants, unless he hid the TV remote down there-” he looks around for it, comically. It gets a laugh out of Wumuti, so his ridiculousness pays off. He locates the remote and holds it up pointedly.

“I think he'd be thrilled.”

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Hyun opens the door to the bathroom with his hip, being careful not to jostle the boy in his arms. Haru’s awake, but only just - curled in on himself and gripping Hyun’s t-shirt in his fingers.

Hyun sets him down on the bathroom counter, a couple of bottles of moisturiser and toner toppling to the floor. He pays them no mind, and turns to begin drawing a bath. As he bends, he hears a whine from behind him. He looks over at the alpha, who’s avoiding eye contact or- rather- holding very strong eye contact with Hyun’s rear.

Hyun flushes. He’s just wearing some long shorts, but he knows the fabric pulls a bit tight around his ass when he bends, and it's surreal to realise that’s what coaxed the whine from Haru. He hadn't received any attention from the alpha thus far, not that he was jealous or anything. It was understandable! Rui had come back smelling like another alpha, and Wumuti had a much deeper bond with the boy. Hyun would be all over them in a heartbeat too, if he could - his heats had always proved particularly difficult and lonely when he could still smell and hear the other omegas pottering around the dorm.

He adds some bubble bath and a handful of bath salts for good measure, dusting off his hands and turning back to Haru, who's scent has been steadily filling the room, arousal clear with every wave as he rocks his hips atop the counter.

“Does it hurt again?” Hyun asks, tentatively resting his hands on Haru’s small thighs. Haru nods vigorously, fringe bouncing on his forehead, eyes lidded and lips pulled into a devastating pout. His eyes had faded back to his normal brown, his inner alpha content from his previous orgasm, but Haru himself is still desperately hard.

“A bath will help,” Hyun promises, shifting his hands underneath Haru’s thighs to lift him back into his arms. He pulls him closer to his body as he does so, but freezes when he feels soft lips on his.

Haru wraps his arms around Hyun’s neck, pressing insistently into his mouth, and Hyun comes back to himself, moaning softly as he tilts his head and swipes the seam of Haru’s lips with the tip of his tongue. Haru parts his lips, hungrily sucking on Hyun’s tongue as he shifts his hips closer to press against the omega’s own.

Hyun breaks the kiss when he feels Haru’s hips flush with his, the alpha’s unmistakable erection making it hard to ignore. “Come on,” Hyun says softly. “Bath time.”

Haru is pliant as Hyun lifts his t-shirt off of him, but he can't help but grind against his fingers when he undoes the drawstring of his joggers. He lets Hyun pull him off the counter, lowering his feet to the ground on shaky knees. Hyun tries not to look when he pulls Haru’s joggers and boxers down in one go, but his hard cock is hard to miss, and Hyun feels his mouth water at the sight.

He pushes down his desire, which takes a tremendous amount of effort that he really feels should win him some kind of award, and brings Haru to the bath, gently helping him into the water before turning off the tap. He moves Rui’s bath pillow under his head and kneels down on the fluffy bath mat beside him.

“Is the temperature ok?” Hyun asks, fingers dropping down into the water to check. Haru hums in response, reaching for Hyun’s hand to lace their fingers together and bringing their hands to his chest.

They stay there in silence for a while, the only sound in the room the whir of the extractor fan. When Hyun’s knees begin to ache, he pulls his hand away from Haru’s to reach for the soap and a shower puff. He lathers up the bubbles and gets to work on cleaning the younger boy, who giggles tiredly when he gets to his armpits.

When Hyun decides the top part of his body is clean enough, he braves dipping his hand a little lower. Haru’s stomach clenches under the sponge, the water sloshing around him as he tilts his hips up, desperately trying to get some friction where he wants it the most.

Hyun’s breath catches as he brushes the head of Haru’s cock with the shower puff. Haru’s reaction is sudden and intense, bringing his knees up and curling in on himself, all whiny and over sensitive. Hyun feels his own erection straining against his boxers and takes a deep breath before he continues.

He brings the puff down between Haru’s legs, wrist caught tight between the alpha’s toned thighs. He gently rubs the suds over his balls and perineum, trying to block out Haru’s soft moans. Haru grinds his hips against Hyun’s forearm, his cock lifting out of the water with every thrust.

“Please don't stop,” the alpha begs, hands coming to grip at Hyun’s arm. But he needn't worry - Hyun doesn't think he could stop even if he tried, feeling completely entranced by the younger’s sounds and almost drunk on his rich scent.

He brings the shower puff back up, holding it firmly against Haru’s cock, and the pay-off is beautiful. Haru comes with a gasp, shaking, fingers leaving red marks on Hyun’s arm.

“Good boy,” Hyun praises. He lets go of the shower puff, letting it float away, and grasps his hand around the base of Haru’s still-hard cock, groaning when he feels the swell of his first knot trying to form. He never thought he’d have his hand around an alpha’s knot, let alone like it, and he certainly never pictured himself so desperately wanting it inside him.

Haru whimpers at the pressure, his body going lax in the water. Hyun finds the will to pull away, grabbing the discarded sponge and cleaning Haru’s abs and chest. “Messy boy,” he comments, earning a light slap to his arm.

“Let's get you out.”

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When Hyun and Haru finally emerge from the bathroom, steam clinging to their bodies and the alpha wrapped in one of Rui’s large, soft towels, they find the other omegas already in Haru and Rui’s shared room. The two beds have been pushed together on one side of the room, with both Wumuti and Hyun’s own mattresses on the floor next to them.

“How did you manage that?” Hyun asks, amusedly nodding to the mattresses, arm wrapped around Haru’s waist.

“You'd be amazed how motivational your alpha’s first rut can make you,” Rui smiles, fluffing the pillows.

Haru leans against Hyun and sighs happily. “Your alpha,” he agrees.

If Hyun didn't know any better, he'd think Rui was blushing. “Did you two have fun? That was a very long bath,” Rui teases, in an attempt to get the attention off him.

It's Hyun's turn to go red. “We did have fun, as it happens,” he grumbles, pulling Haru with him to sit on the bed. Wumuti brings over some clean boxers and a fresh t-shirt - one that Hyun notes is most definitely not Haru’s own, a suspicion that is confirmed when Haru slips it on and it reaches halfway down his thighs.

“We've ordered some food,” Wumuti says, hands on hips as he speaks to Haru. “So we’ll eat, get some water down you, and then we can have a nap. How does that sound?”

His head resting on Hyun’s shoulder, Haru smiles happily. “Sounds good, Mommy.”

Wumuti’s answering grin is something that should be in a gallery, Hyun thinks. The omega’s smile - the way it lights up his whole face, the way his big eyes sparkle - is what made Hyun first realise he was fucked, all those months ago.

“Sweet boy,” Wumuti coos, crouching down to give Haru a peck on the nose. Hyun can't help the pang of envy he feels at their easy intimacy, wishing he could be on the receiving end of Wumuti’s adoration in such a way.

The doorbell rings, so Rui pulls Hyun out of the room to help set the table and dish up the food. Once Rui’s collected the food and tipped the delivery driver, he indicates for Hyun to sit at the dining table, and when he takes a seat next to him, Hyun realises he has an ulterior motive.

“So, obviously Wumuti-hyung and Haru have spoken about his potential presentation,” Rui starts, shifting his chair closer to Hyun’s, their knees almost touching. “And though they spoke about it in the context of a heat, and they’re discussing it now to make sure Haru’s ok with it, my guess is that their agreement still stands - hyung will be helping him through it.”

“When you say ‘helping’ him…” Hyun can't quite bring himself to say it.

Luckily, Rui knows exactly what he means. “He’s not going to let him knot him, even though you and I both know there's nothing and no one Haru would want more, rut or no rut.”

Hyun nods, slowly. “Ok, but… realistically? I mean, I'm not doubting hyung’s intentions, but can he really… resist?”

“He’s worried about that too,” Rui explains. “Which is why he’s asked me to… ‘sit in’ on it.”

Hyun’s heart sinks. He'd at least thought he'd have Rui’s company through this, someone to distract him or even leave the dorm with when Haru gets too loud and hard to ignore. But no, he’s going to be left all alone. Haru will probably even let Rui take care of him too, and then he’ll have two omegas at his beck and call, and no one will spare him a second thought.

“So, I said to him, what about Hyun?” Rui continues. Hyun’s head shoots up, sad eyes meeting Rui’s own, and Rui’s heart melts. He places his hand on Hyun’s where they're clasped in his lap.

“Hyung was worried you wouldn't want any part of it,” he says, softly. “But I don't think that's true. Am I right?”

Hyun nods wordlessly.

“Great, then it’s decided. You and I will sit in together to stop hyung from sitting on our baby alpha’s knot.” Rui leans back, clapping his hands together and looking far too excited about this whole ordeal. Meanwhile, Hyun’s stomach is twisting in knots, terrified to do or say anything that would convey his true desire for the two omegas and lose him his precious spot inside that room.

Rui stands up, crossing the kitchen to get out some plates and cutlery, nodding to Hyun to tear open the bag of food. He shouts that the food is ready down the hall, sitting back down next to Hyun as the others join them.

Once they're all sat around their little dining table, Rui leans forward conspiratorially. “So,” he starts, casually. “What did you two get up to in the bathroom?”

Haru flushes at the mention of their activities, despite already having come once in front of all three of them. He looks to Hyun, silently pleading with him to handle it. Hyun clears his throat, but he can’t figure out how to get away with this one.

“We- we just… well, you know…” he stammers, eyes fixed on his food.

“Oh, come on, what’d you do, jerk him off with the sponge or something?” Rui jokes. Hyun’s jaw drops, and though he almost instantly tries to school his face into something more neutral, Rui’s raised eyebrows and Wumuti’s small ‘oh my god’ let him know he's given away the game.

“Fuck, you did? That’s so… that's so!” Rui exclaims, hand over his mouth.

“Hot?” Wumuti supplies. Rui nods. “Hot,” he repeats.

“Oh,” Hyun says, eloquently.

“Damn it, I just stopped being horny for like two seconds,” Haru complains.

Wumuti laughs, picking up a dumpling with his chopsticks and bringing it to the younger’s lips. “Sorry baby. Let’s eat and then we can…”

“Go jerk each other off?” Rui offers. Both Wumuti and Haru groan, Wumuti exasperatedly and Haru hornily.

“Rui, please!” Wumuti begs. Rui holds his hands up in surrender, but opens his mouth to say something equally as cheeky, so Hyun quickly pops a dumpling between his lips to shut him up. Wumuti thanks him gratefully.

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After they eat, Wumuti sends Rui and Haru back to the bedroom, staying with Hyun to help clean up. He washes the dishes while Hyun dries, and when they're done, he leans his back on the counter, drying his hands with the tea towel.

“So,” he begins, drawing Hyun’s attention away from the cupboard where he’s stacking the plates. “Did Rui speak to you?”

Hyun nods in response. “Yeah, he said you're going to help Haru, and he’s going to help you…”

Wumuti waits patiently for him to continue. “... and he asked me if I wanted to be there, too.”

Wumuti takes a step closer to him, placing the tea towel back on the counter beside him. He reaches out for Hyun’s hand, looking down at where he slots their fingers together.

“And… what did you say?” He asks, looking up at Hyun through his eyelashes. Hyun’s breath catches in his throat, hands going clammy. He feels dizzy with the weight of Wumuti’s gaze on him, their close proximity making him feel insane.

He realises Wumuti’s waiting for a response. “I said yes,” he replies, quietly, hoping that was the correct choice. From Wumuti’s answering smile, it was. The older man pulls him into his arms, placing his hand on the back of Hyun’s head to guide his face to the crook of his neck.

“Thank you, Hyun,” he breathes. “I feel so much better knowing all of us are going to be there.”

Hyun can't think of a reply this time, his face buried in Wumuti’s neck, nose against his scent gland. He inhales deeply, squeezing the other omega tighter in his arms, and can’t resist placing a light kiss there.

Wumuti shudders in response, pressing his own face against Hyun's neck and breathing in his soft honey scent. There’s an undeniable twang of heat there, and Wumuti realises he can't get enough of it.

He forces himself to pull away, hands clasped at the back of Hyun’s neck. Their faces are mere centimetres apart, Hyun looking down at him due to their height difference, and when Hyun’s gaze drops to his lips, Wumuti knows he’s done for. He pulls Hyun's head down to his, and their lips meet for the first time in a burst of heat that makes Wumuti go weak at the knees.

Hyun is quick to catch him, his arms secure around his waist before he moves his hands down over the curve of Wumuti’s ass to his thighs. He lifts him smoothly, Wumuti wrapping his legs around his waist as they continue to kiss.

The kiss doesn't stay very chaste for very long, Wumuti opening his mouth with a soft moan as their tongues touch. Hyun places him down on the dining table, arms once again pulling him close around his waist, and Wumuti’s in heaven.

Never did he even dream he might have Hyun like this. The younger omega had always felt just out of reach, always the first to pull away from a hug or drop eye contact. He’d always shied away from Rui’s flirting, laughing and blushing but never seeming to take it as anything other than simple teasing, when Wumuti knew Rui was always just testing the waters.

As he expected, Hyun is the first to pull away. He leans his forehead against Wumuti’s own, breathing far too heavily for just some simple kissing. Wumuti places his hand over the younger omega’s chest, feeling his racing heartbeat under his fingertips.

“You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that for,” Wumuti confesses, placing another soft kiss on Hyun's bottom lip. The shock in Hyun’s eyes and his sharp intake of breath tell Wumuti he wasn't expecting that admission at all.

“R- really?” He stammers, biting his lip. Wumuti trails the hand that was on Hyun’s chest upwards, pulling his lip away from his teeth with his fingers. Hyun takes them into his mouth, tongue swirling around the tips of the digits, and Wumuti groans. Hyun lets them go with a final kiss, stepping back slightly and running a hand through his hair.

“Yes, really,” Wumuti confirms, hopping down off the table and taking Hyun’s hand in his. “Come on, let's go see if poor Haru needs saving from Rui’s torture.”

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Back in the bedroom, Wumuti and Hyun find the others curled up on the bed, a random anime playing on the projector. Rui has finally had a chance to change out of his jeans, dusty rose silk pyjamas taking their place.

“I told Haru no funny business until Mommy gets back,” he teases, making Wumuti laugh and blush at the nickname. The alpha sits up, holding out his hand to coax Wumuti onto the bed with them. Rui does the same to Hyun, pulling him down to sit beside him, back against the headboard. It's a tight fit for all four of them, but Hyun notes that it feels wonderful for all of them to be so tightly pressed against each other.

Rui adjusts his position so that he's leaning against Hyun's chest, pulling the other omega’s arm around him so he can play with his fingers. He twists his head back to look at Hyun, smiling when he sees him already looking at him with a smile on his own lips.

“You look happy,” Rui comments. “Did cleaning the dishes end up as fun as bathing Haru?”

Wumuti laughs from his side of the bed where he’s sat behind Haru, the alpha curled up between his thighs. “Not quite as fun, I don't think,” he responds. He turns to Hyun. “Though, I hope you enjoyed it regardless.”

“Wha-? What!” Rui exclaims. “That's not fair! I'm the only one not having any fun around here. I've been good!”

“And we respect you for that,” Hyun laughs, kissing him on the temple to stop his grumbling. It works.

“Besides,” Wumuti adds. “We were literally making out in the living room an hour ago.”

Haru shoots around, looking between Wumuti and Rui in surprise. “Really?” he asks, looking absolutely thrilled. Rui rolls his eyes. “Yes, really,” he whines. “Is that so hard to believe?”

“It’s not that it’s hard to believe,” Hyun explains. “It’s just…”

“Hot,” Haru finishes, earning a laugh out of all three of them.

“Yeah, hot,” Hyun agrees. “But also…” His voice gets smaller as he talks, worrying he might be toeing the line a little too hard. “I didn't think you guys were… you know. interested in other… omegas.”

He looks down at his and Rui’s intertwined fingers as he talks, completely missing the look of realisation that passes between the two other omegas.

“Don't get me wrong, I love a knot,” Rui admits. “But knotting toys exist. And 99 percent of alphas are annoying as hell, no offence Haru,” Haru shrugs in response, knowing Rui doesn't mean him. The omega continues. “I'll kiss anyone hot, to be honest.”

“Me too,” agrees Wumuti, pointedly looking at Hyun. “I just… go with the flow, I guess.”

“Oh,” Hyun says, his words leaving him for what feels like the tenth time that night.

Rui laughs, leaning further into Hyun before stifling a yawn that Wumuti catches instantly.

“It’s been a long night,” he says, pulling the duvet up around him and Haru. “Baby, we should try and get some sleep before the next wave of your rut hits.”

Haru nods tiredly against Wumuti’s chest. “Okay, hyung,” he agrees. “But only if you cuddle me.”

Wumuti laughs. “Obviously,” he says fondly, rubbing his cheek against the younger man’s hair.

“Come on, let’s move to the floor,” Rui says, patting Hyun on the hand and scooting forwards to allow him to move out from behind him. They make their way over to the makeshift bed in the middle of the room, Rui waiting for Hyun to get comfortable against the pillows before slotting himself in his side.

With Hyun’s arm around him and his head on the younger man's chest, Rui sighs in contentment. He hears the movement of the duvet on the main bed, Wumuti and Haru getting comfortable too. Silence falls over them when someone turns off the projector, the only light in the room coming from some fairy lights strung across the walls.

The quiet comes to an abrupt end after only a few minutes, Rui shooting up to a sitting position and giving Hyun a light smack on the chest. “Ow,” the other omega complains dramatically. “What was that for?!”

“I'm still the only person who hasn't kissed everyone!” Rui whines, his silk pyjama top slipping off his shoulder where he'd neglected the top few buttons, revealing an expanse of soft, pale skin. Hyun’s mouth waters.

“For goodness’ sake,” Wumuti says, sitting up slightly from his position as Haru’s big spoon. “I'm tiiiired,” the alpha groans, having been moments away from falling asleep.

Rui crosses his arms in front of his chest and looks at Hyun expectantly. “Well?” He asks, waiting for Hyun to make the next move. Hyun’s frozen, entranced by the image in front of him. Rui’s long, blonde hair falls over his shoulders, framing his collarbones. His mouth is pulled into a pout, his eyebrows furrowed and eyes impatient. And he’s looking at Hyun, because he wants him to kiss him.

At Hyun's silence, Rui pulls the duvet off of his lap, moving to get up from the mattress. “Fine, if no one wants to kiss me-” he starts. He doesn't get to finish his sentence because the wind is knocked out of him as he’s pushed back against the bed. Arms hold him firmly around his waist, and his head falls back against the bunched up blankets when he feels soft lips on his.

Hyun slips his hands under Rui’s pyjama top, running his thumbs over his ribcage as he licks into his mouth. Rui moans, knees drawing up to trap Hyun’s hips between them, and winds his arms around his neck.

Rui kisses like he’s starving, nipping and sucking at Hyun’s lower lip and pulling at his hair. Hyun feels like he could drown in it, would be quite content to stay here for the rest of his life, Rui’s tongue in his mouth and fingers scratching at his scalp.

They continue kissing, intense and hurried, as if neither is willing to give up what they've been waiting for for so long. Nothing but their soft pants, Rui’s breathy moans and the slick sounds of their lips fill the room until Wumuti finally clears his throat, reminding the two omegas of their surroundings.

“If you don't stop, you're going to end up fucking, and then Haru will never get any sleep,” he chides, but he can't hide how affected he is by their display. Rui laughs into Hyun’s mouth, finally slowing the kissing to something much more gentle. They eventually break apart, rearranging themselves back into their previous position on the bed - Hyun pointedly trying to ignore the sight of Rui’s erection straining at his silk pyjama bottoms. He feels lightheaded with how hard he is himself. He thought he was hard earlier, rubbing Haru to completion in the bath, but that memory combined with his passionate kisses with both Wumuti and Rui is making him ache.

He takes a deep breath, fingers trailing up and down Rui’s arm as he tries his best to ignore his arousal. They really do need to get some sleep before Haru's rut hits for real, and the anticipation of what's to come causes butterflies to swirl in the pit of his stomach.

Hyun doesn't know how much time passes before he feels Rui go lax against him, mouth slightly open against Hyun’s chest as he falls asleep. He can hear Haru snoring softly on the bed, and Wumuti's steady breaths indicate he’s fallen asleep too. Hyun lets his next yawn overtake him and eventually, he succumbs to sleep too.

Wumuti wakes up to the feeling of sun streaming through the not-quite-closed curtains, contrasting with the intense smell of a forest downpour filling the room. It takes him a few confused blinks before he remembers where he is, who he’s holding in his arms, and exactly why the room smells like overflowing streams and wet evergreens.

Even in his sleep, he'd been cradling Haru like he's something precious, his hands holding his head to his chest. The man in question looks to still be asleep, but the slow rock of his hips against Wumuti’s thigh tells the omega that part of him is certainly awake.

Regardless, Wumuti lets the young alpha’s ministrations continue, marvelling at the small, breathy sounds coming from his soft lips. He can feel his own pyjama bottoms growing tighter, and before long, he’s fully hard, slick beginning to pool on the seat of his underwear.

Carefully, he shifts his hips down, hoping for a bit of friction - from anywhere, on anywhere - and the slight jostling must wake Haru up, because when Wumuti next looks down, big doe eyes are staring up at him.

“Good morning, darling,” Wumuti whispers, aware that the other two are still fast asleep on the floor. Haru smiles, and Wumuti’s heart melts. “Morning, hyung,” he responds, shifting himself onto his elbow so he can lean up and give Wumuti a peck on the lips.

It’s then that the alpha seems to realise their position, his thighs locked around Wumuti’s own making for an incriminating sight. “Oops, sorry,” he apologises, looking bashful.

Wumuti's quick to assure him that it’s okay, but Haru looks unconvinced, and Wumuti can't have that. He takes Haru’s hand in his and leads it to where his own cock is heavy and hard in his pants.

Haru gasps, fingers immediately clasping around Wumuti’s cock through his pyjamas. Wumuti can't help the groan he lets out, hands coming to land on the swell of Haru's ass as he moves him to lay on his back, Wumuti between his thighs. He moves his hands to press against the backs of Haru’s thighs, giving him enough room to bring their hips flush together.

“Fuck,” Haru swears, rolling his eyes when it earns him a poke on the nose. “You have our cocks pressed together and I can't say fuck?” He complains, a smile on his face.

“Exactly correct,” Wumuti says infuriatingly, his pretty hand coming to trace the outline of Haru’s erection through his underwear. He hikes up his t-shirt to reveal his abs and chest, indicating to the alpha to bunch it up in his hands.

His dark nipples are small and pebbled, and Wumuti can't help but run his other hand over them, Haru arching up into his touch. “Please,” he begs, his spare hand fisting the duvet next to them.

“What do you want me to do?” Wumuti asks, hand trailing down to Haru’s waistband.

“Anything,” Haru pleads, shifting his hips up to meet Wumuti’s own.

“Anything?” Wumuti repeats. “How about this?”

He pulls Haru’s underwear down enough to tuck it under his balls, mouth watering at the sight. He’s been waiting so long for this. “Jesus, Haru, how did you never think you might be an alpha?”

Haru’s dick is pretty average-sized in the grand scheme of things, but definitely big for his height and much bigger than Wumuti’s own. The alpha in question sits up on his elbows, lip caught between his teeth.

“Is it ok?” He asks devastatingly, and Wumuti almost wants to laugh, if not for the genuine worry on Haru’s face.

“You're perfect,” Wumuti says, earnestly. And then he leans down and swallows down Haru’s cock whole.

Haru wails. “Oh my god, oh my god, Mommy, holy shit-”

He doesn't give him any respite, however, giving his cock a long suck before coming up and swirling his tongue around the tip. He splays one hand over the bottom of Haru’s stomach, running his fingers over his balls with the other.

Haru is beside himself with pleasure, back arching in an attempt to get deeper down Wumuti’s throat and hands coming to land in Wumuti's hair. Wumuti obliges, bobbing up and down a few times before deepthroating the alpha once again. He can feel his knot starting to swell beneath his lips, and Wumuti moans around it.

Haru’s sobs must have woken up the other omegas by now, so Wumuti thinks he better give them a show. He shifts his knees so he can arch his own back, giving them the perfect view of his slick-wet pyjamas stretching tight over his ass.

“Mommy, I'm gonna come,” Haru cries, and Wumuti thinks he must have been hanging on for dear life, the poor thing, because no sooner has he said it does his orgasm hit him like a train. He swallows around the alpha’s cock, coming up just enough to leave his knot free, and Haru’s moans increase in volume and pitch as he comes down Wumuti’s throat. Wumuti swallows every last bit, continuing to suck at the head of Haru’s cock until the alpha starts to shake from the overstimulation.

Sitting back on his heels and wiping his spit-slicked lips with his hand, Wumuti hears a low whistle from the floor.

“Well gooood morning,” Rui drawls, sitting against the wall, his erection obvious in his silk pyjamas.

“Good morning indeed,” Hyun concurs from beside him, his head propped up on his hand. They'd woken up to the scent of rain and strawberries in the air, Wumuti’s mouth already on Haru’s cock. They'd both watched, frozen in place until Haru’s moans reached their peak.

Wumuti laughs, tucking Haru back in his underwear and laying back down beside him, wincing at the feeling of his slick-ruined underwear.

Haru himself looks blissed out, hand on his forehead as he gets his breath back, chest rising and falling quickly. “I think you sucked the life out of me,” he laughs, head dizzy. The others laugh too, Wumuti cuddling into his side to leave countless smooches on his cheeks and neck, pulling even more giggles from the alpha.

“I know we need to get up and eat, but I think all my blood has gone to my dick,” Rui complains, glaring at said appendage as if it’s its own fault.

“Same,” Hyun agrees, but he pulls back the duvet and sits up. Rui grabs him by the forearm, pulling him in for a kiss.

“Is that your way of asking for breakfast in bed?” Hyun asks, smiling against his lips.

“Is it working?” Rui asks, coyly. Hyun laughs, scarcely able to believe he’s able to just have the other omega like this, asking for breakfast in exchange for kisses as if Hyun wouldn't give him the universe just to see him smile.

One final peck, and Hyun forces himself out of the bed, promising to bring back some pastries they have in the freezer. “We’ll come out,” Wumuti laughs. “We're going to be spending the next few days holed up in here, the last thing we need is croissant crumbs all over the beds.”

“Can I have a pain au chocolat please, hyung?” Haru asks, and how could Hyun say no?

“Any other requests?” He asks the others as he reaches the door.

“Do we have any of the pecan thingies? I love those,” Rui asks, reaching to grab his hairbrush from his bedside table.

“I think so,” Hyun replies, heading out into the hallway. “Wait, hyung,” Haru calls from behind him, climbing out of bed. “I'll help you.”

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With the two youngest out of the room, Wumuti sits up on his elbows, letting his head fall back as he groans. Rui laughs at his condition, Wumuti’s blonde curls messy, his lips swollen, and his trousers tented.

He gets up from the mattress to join Wumuti on the bed, running a sympathetic hand down his chest to cup his erection. Wumuti moans, falling back against the pillows with a hand on Rui’s wrist. “You need a shower,” Rui comments.

“I need to come,” argues Wumuti, but nevertheless, he lets Rui take his hand and guide him to the bathroom. They can hear Hyun and Haru giggling together in the kitchen, occupied enough not to notice them both slipping into the bathroom together.

Rui heads straight to the shower, turning it on to let the water warm up while they undress and brush their teeth. They find it impossible not to laugh at their predicament when they both take off their underwear to reveal they're both still rock hard, and Rui wraps his arms around Wumuti’s waist, still giggling as he joins their lips together in a soft kiss.

Rui smooths his hands over Wumuti’s ass, one pressed into the divot at the top of his thigh to coax his leg up and around his waist, the other pulling at a cheek to spread them apart and reveal his wet hole. Wumuti moans into his mouth, deep and desperate as he arches his back against the other omega.

“You are soaked,” Rui teases, breaking the kiss to bite at Wumuti’s plump lower lip.

“Are you going to do something about it, then?” Wumuti challenges, eyes lidded as he pulls back. Rui smirks, running his fingers over Wumuti’s entrance, watching for his reaction when he breaches him with the tip of one finger.

Wumuti’s mouth drops open, eyebrows knotting as he pushes back on the finger, Rui mirroring his expression when he slips right in, to the knuckle, with no resistance.

“Fuck, Muti, you're so loose,” he groans. “You need it this badly, huh?”

“Yes,” Wumuti sighs, still grinding his ass against Rui’s finger. “Please, Rui, another.”

Before he obliges, Rui guides Wumuti into the shower, closing the glass door behind them. He stands them both under the shower head for a few seconds, enough to wet their hair, Rui’s cascading past his shoulder blades.

He spins the older omega around and presses down on his upper back. Wumuti obeys, clinging onto the shower door’s handle and pushing his ass back against Rui’s crotch.

They both groan at the feeling of Rui’s cock sliding against his pussy, strawberry-sweet slick coating the length. “Inside,” Wumuti begs. “Please, please, inside-”

“I still need to stretch you some more,” Rui argues, but he doesn't stop, guiding the head of his cock to his rim as if he was going to enter. “Ah, fuck, but you're so loose, I could probably just slip right in.”

“Yes, yes,” Wumuti agrees. “You could.”

“I don't want to hurt you,” Rui pouts.

“Just the tip, then, just the tip and then you can finger me properly, I can take it- ah!”

Rui can resist no longer, pressing the head of his cock past Wumuti’s rim, his slick making it far too easy. “Oh, fuck,” he curses, letting go of his erection to grip Wumuti's hips tightly.

“Oh my god,” Wumuti agrees, head dropping onto his arms as he attempts to push back, to get Rui’s cock deeper.

Rui can feel his own slick dripping down his thighs, and though Wumuti certainly doesn’t need any extra, he reaches back to gather some between his fingers before stroking it over his length.

Feeling one hand leave his hip, Wumuti takes the chance to stand up straighter, reaching back with his own hand to grip at Rui’s waist for some leverage.

“I can take it,” he promises, pulling Rui towards him at the same time he pushes his own hips back, making the other omega finally slide all the way in, to the hilt.

“Fuck!” Rui shouts, his hands once again clutching at Wumuti’s hips, unable to suppress the urge to grind against him. Wumuti groans, one hand over his mouth in an attempt to stifle his sounds.

“Don't hold back,” he begs, breathless, and Rui doesn't need telling twice, drawing his hips back until he almost slips out before slamming back in. Hours of sexual frustration drive his brutal pace, his neglected cock finally getting what it wants. He aches for something to fill his own hole, but the feeling of Wumuti’s cunt around his cock is more than enough to bring him hurtling towards the edge.

“I’m gonna come,” Rui warns, his hips stuttering.

“Don't you dare,” Wumuti pleads, arching his back to meet Rui’s thrusts. “Please keep going.”

Rui whines, the stimulation around his swollen erection too much to handle. The shower beats down on the tiles behind him, steam filling the room and making him feel feverish. His fingers dig into Wumuti's hips as he slows his thrusts, desperately trying to cling on. When his thrusts wilt into pathetic grinds, Wumuti groans in frustration.

Standing up straight and letting Rui’s cock slip out of him, Wumuti spins around and presses the other omega down until he’s sitting on the floor, ass against the tiles, and then he’s straddling him, Rui helpless to do anything but watch. Wumuti guides his cock back to his hole, sitting down and taking him all the way in one go until his ass is flush with Rui’s thighs.

“You're just too desperate for Mommy’s pussy, aren't you, pup?” He says sympathetically, a mock pout on his lips.

Oh.

Rui freezes, a high-pitched moan escaping his lips, his jaw slack and brows furrowed. Against his will, he comes deep inside Wumuti, his orgasm crashing over him as tears roll down his cheeks.

Wumuti tuts, circling his hips against Rui’s before lifting himself up on his knees to drop back down, fucking Rui through his orgasm and milking his cock for every last drop.

“‘M sorry Mommy, ‘m sorry, ‘m sorry,” Rui slurs, arms wrapping around Wumuti’s waist as he sobs in overstimulation. But Wumuti doesn't stop, a mess of slick and cum dripping out around Rui’s softening cock.

“Make Mommy come,” Wumuti demands, and Rui springs into action, wrapping his hand around his dick and jerking him off at the same pace as he’s riding him. Rui feels like his brain is melting, the heat from the shower making him lightheaded and the constant pressure around his soft cock sending shockwaves over his body.

Finally, Wumuti slams down on Rui’s cock one last time, burying his head in his neck as his moans get higher and louder. His hands find their way to Rui’s long hair, tugging hard as he spills all over his hand and their laps.

Wumuti collapses in Rui’s arms, breathing heavily. They sit there, cuddled together until the steam from the shower becomes too much to bear. Wumuti kneels, gingerly letting Rui’s cock drop from his pussy, moaning softly as he feels the other omega’s cum leaking from him.

Shakily, he stands up, reaching to turn down the temperature of the shower before extending a hand to help Rui up. When he sees the devastating expression on Rui’s face, he just about melts.

“Oh, baby,” he says, taking him into his arms. “You did so well.”

Rui hums in disagreement, shaking his head in the crook of Wumuti’s neck.

“You did,” Wumuti promises. “You made Mommy feel so good.”

“I did?” Rui asks, hope colouring his voice.

“You did.”

“Okay,” Rui replies dumbly. He’s not usually one for slipping into this headspace - he’s used to being a power bottom, ordering his partners around or riding them into oblivion, whatever their subgender. But with Wumuti, he feels crazy, like his brain is dripping out of his ears.

“Shall we get cleaned up?” Wumuti prompts, pulling back from the hug to gauge Rui’s reaction. The younger man nods, sniffling, but he gives him a watery smile when Wumuti giggles.

“You're so cute,” Wumuti coos, reaching for the shampoo.

🍓🌹🍯🌳

Haru sits at the dining table, happily munching on a hot pain au chocolat. Hyun stands at the counter having offered to make the young alpha a coffee. “You'll need the energy,” he said, but really he just wanted to try and make as much noise as possible to drown out the tantalising sounds coming from the bathroom.

When the coffee machine falls silent, Hyun turns on the washing machine, sending an already-clean load of laundry through another cycle in a last-ditch attempt to cover the moans. It's a waste of water, but he can't find it in him to care. His dick was already rock hard following Haru and Wumuti’s little performance a short while ago, and this is not making it any softer.

He finally sits down opposite Haru, forcing himself to take a few small bites of his croissant. But the buttery pastry pales in comparison to what he hopes will be on the menu later.

Haru laughs at his anguish, still pretty satisfied from Wumuti’s blow job, but he can’t hide the flush colouring his cheeks as the noises continue.

“Inside, please, please, inside!” They hear Wumuti beg, and Hyun groans, the image of Rui sliding his cock into his hyung’s cunt displaying in full HD in his mind. He rubs his hand over his face, pressing his thighs tightly together in an attempt to subtly get some pressure on his near-painful erection.

“Hyung,” Haru says from across the table. “You look like you're dying.”

“I am dying,” Hyun responds maturely, feeling as though a light breeze might be enough to tip him over the edge. He opens his legs slightly to place his arm between them, hand pressed on the seat of his chair before he cants his hips forward, arm trapped between his thighs as he slowly rocks his dick against it.

“You've been waiting so patiently,” Haru compliments, trying to seem unaffected and failing as he leans forward. “I want to see.”

Hyun whines, effectively humping his own forearm, thighs flexing under his joggers with the effort. “Please?” Haru asks, as if Hyun needs convincing.

Hyun leans back in his chair, spreading his knees and lowering his joggers and underwear enough to reveal his dripping erection. Haru groans, staring from the edge of his seat as if transfixed.

“Fuck!” They hear Rui shout, and Hyun’s head falls back, his hand finally wrapping around his own dick. He’d kissed Wumuti, made out with Rui and even watched Haru fall apart under his hand in the bath, but he hadn't so much as brushed against his own erection. He feels crazy, mind numb as he pants, mouth open, eyes closed.

He jerks himself off slow but firm, just how he likes it, just how he’s done it a million times in the dark of the room he shares with Wumuti. He presses his hand against his mouth during those times, pictures of the others flashing through his mind. He’d replay the feeling of Rui’s tiny waist under his fingers, the sound of Wumuti panting after an intense dance practice, the visual of Haru looking up at him all small and innocent.

Now, he lets his moans fall from his lips as he twists his hand over the head of his cock. His slick seeps uncomfortably through his underwear to leave a mess on the chair, filling the air with the scent of honey and leaving Haru’s mouth watering.

“Are you close?” The alpha asks, unmoving from his position across the table. When Hyun nods, he hears the chair scrape across the floor, and when he opens his eyes, he’s met with a breathtaking sight.

Haru sits on his knees in front of him, hands on his thighs as he stares at Hyun’s hand moving faster and faster over his cock. “Come on my face,” he says innocently, shifting closer to Hyun. He lets his mouth fall open, sticking his pink tongue out flat, closing his eyes - and Hyun's only human. He comes with a whine, white streaks painting Haru’s blissed out face, the sight practically mind-blowing. At the same time, he hears the moans from the bathroom reach their peak, and then silence falls over the dorm.

“Holy fuck,” Hyun curses, surging forward to the floor to take Haru’s messy face in his hands, joining their lips together with no care for the presence of his cum within their kiss. He licks into the alpha’s mouth, messily sucking on his tongue and swallowing his moans. A mix of cum and spit drips from their chins, and Hyun breaks the kiss to lick a stripe up the side of Haru’s face, cleaning it of his own cum.

Haru shifts his hips forward, straddling Hyun’s thigh. Hyun can feel his hard cock pressing against him, and he brings his hands down to Haru’s ass to coax him into grinding down.

Haru is quick to oblige, picking up a fast pace as he chases his orgasm. It doesn't take him much, hips stuttering as he groans into Hyun’s ear, cum dirtying his underwear once again.

They're still on the floor catching their breath when they hear the bathroom door open, and can't quite bring themselves to move, even when Rui and Wumuti shuffle into the kitchen behind them.

“Well, what's all this?” Wumuti coos, endeared by the sight of their two youngest members enveloped in each other on the floor.

“Oh my god, did you come on his face?!” Rui exclaims as he gets closer, leaning forward to get a better view. Hyun flushes, sitting back in his heels and hiding his head in his hands. He peeks between his fingers to watch Rui trail a long finger through the mess on Haru’s cheek, breath catching when he sucks it into his mouth.

“Can't wait to taste more of that later,” he promises, winking at Hyun. His earlier Wumuti-induced stupor is all but forgotten, the omega in question relieved to see Rui back to his normal, devilish self.

Hyun moves his hands away from his face, reaching out to help guide Haru up by his elbows. Wumuti sends them both off to shower - “And just shower, if you can help it,” he’d clarified - and he and Rui sit down at the table to pick at the now-cold pastries.

The shower and, for some reason, Wumuti notes, the washing machine, whirr in the background, but the two omegas sit in an otherwise comfortable silence as they eat.

“So,” Rui starts. Wumuti looks up from his food, raising an eyebrow at the omega's tone. This is his gossiping voice, which means he’s probably about to say something that will have Wumuti blushing or stuttering.

“Obviously you're in love with Haru, but how long have you been crushing on our Hyun for?”

As expected, Wumuti feels his cheeks burning. He thinks about playing dumb, but he knows that won't get him very far.

“First of all, I did not know you knew that,” Wumuti replies, ignoring Rui’s eye roll. “Secondly, I've known him for about six years, so, about that.”

Rui looks shocked. “Six years?!”

Wumuti shrugs, tucking a lock of blonde hair behind his ear. “What about you?” He asks, casually.

“What about me?” Rui counters, folding his arms in front of him.

“How long have you been crushing on Hyun?”

Rui sighs, giving in. He started it, after all. “Since you introduced us,” he replies.

“See? Exactly. It’s hard not to, right?”

Rui nods in agreement, uncrossing his arms and leaning his chin on his palm, elbow on the table.

“What do you think he thinks?” Rui wonders aloud. Hyun had always felt out of reach, always as though pushing him too far with Rui’s natural flirting or touching would cause him to slip away entirely. But the events of the last 12 hours were giving him hope - hope that Hyun might be coming around. That he might be warming to the idea of being with him, with them. That he might even one day come to reciprocate his feelings.

“I wish I knew,” Wumuti smiles, wistful. “There's been… times, in the last few years. Where I've thought he might feel the same. But I always convince myself it's just wishful thinking.”

Rui hums in response. “He’s always quiet when we talk about sex and dating. Have you ever known him to date anyone?”

“Never,” Wumuti responds. He pauses, thinking, then continues, his chin on his palm. “There was this one alpha, years ago, who was pursuing him, but he always brushed him off.”

“Did he say why?” The other omega asks, voice low. Wumuti shakes his head. “Not really. He just said he didn't feel like it. And I mean - that alpha was hot, really hot, and he kept trying to woo him. I'd have folded in an instant. He was kind of mad when I said that, though.”

“Do you think…” Rui trails off, his forehead creased in thought as he twirls a long lock of hair between his fingers.

“What?” Wumuti prompts, curious.

“No, I- it doesn't matter. It's stupid.”

Wumuti frowns, reaching out across the table to lace his fingers with Rui’s. “Nothing you could say would ever be stupid,” he comforts. “Well, ok, not nothing. But I think I might already know what you're going to say.”

Rui bites his lip, but continues. “Do you think he might… like other omegas? And, for whatever reason, he thinks that's not ok?”

“I think that's a possibility,” Wumuti agrees. “I don't want to speculate, and maybe when Haru’s rut is over and done with, we can talk to Hyun properly. But his reaction when he found out we kissed?”

“I know. He looked like the cat that got the cream and the one that had it taken away all at once.”

“Profound.”

“Thanks,” Rui laughs. Wumuti shifts his chair back, gesturing for the other omega to come and sit on his lap. Rui stands up, rounding the table and perching himself sideways across Wumuti’s thighs. Wumuti wraps his arms around Rui’s waist, holding him tight against him. Rui leans his cheek against Wumuti’s head, his arms hugging his shoulders as he sighs contentedly.

The sound of a door slamming open startles them both. They spin their heads around to look for the source of the noise, Wumuti opening his mouth to call to the others. There’s another bang, as if something’s been slammed against a wall, and they jump up from their position, hurrying towards the bathroom.

They find the others in the hallway, stark naked. Haru’s small body is pressing urgently against Hyun's, the omega’s back flush with the wall. Their mouths are locked in an intense kiss, one of Hyun’s hands clawing against Haru's pale back, the other clenched in his hair.

The air in the dorm is overpowered by Haru’s scent, stormy and metallic like lightning crashing down on a helpless forest. It’s a stark contrast to the earthy musk he’d emitted the evening before - it feels hot and intense, and Rui clasps his hand over his nose, gasping.

“Darling,” Wumuti calls, as if attempting to tame a wild dog. Haru growls in response, the only indication he'd even heard the omega - he only kisses Hyun deeper, pulling at his neck to bring him closer to his height.

Hyun is whining, hands coming down to wrap around the alpha’s lower back, grinding their hips together. Whatever’s happening here, he's certainly a willing participant.

“Muti-hyung,” Rui pleads, his knees weak. He doesn't know what he wants Wumuti to do, but he wants him to do something. The sight of their baby alpha ravaging one of his omegas is driving him crazy.

Wumuti steps forward, tentatively placing his hand on Haru’s back. When that does nothing, he leans in, bringing his lips to Haru’s ear.

“Don't ignore your Mommy,” he chides.

That does it.

Haru steps back from Hyun like he’s been burned, leaving them both panting. They're both hard, Haru almost painfully so, his knot beginning to form at the base of his cock just from some rushed grinding.

When Haru looks at Wumuti, the omega sees why. His eyes blaze red once again, and his expression is wild, desperate and wanton. His scent flares like crazy as he stumbles forward into Wumuti’s embrace, licking and sucking at his neck.

Rui moves around them, taking Hyun gently by the hand and using two fingers to lift his chin to look up from the floor and at him. He smiles devilishly.

“Looks like you just triggered the next wave of our alpha’s rut.”

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The bedroom is hot and stuffy when Rui pulls Hyun inside, and he wishes one of them had had the forethought to crack open a window before they'd ventured out for breakfast. The air is stifling, but he can't bring himself to open one now, stomach clenching at the thought of losing even a fraction of their pack scent when it had only just started to become whole.

Rui guides Hyun - still fully naked, clothes forgotten back in the bathroom - to the mattress. He pushes him down to sit with his back against the wall, facing the main bed. Placing some pillows behind the other omega, he settles, cross-legged, between his open thighs. When he runs his long fingernails up from Hyun's knees to where thigh meets hip, Hyun shudders, his cock twitching.

“You are so gorgeous,” Rui compliments, digging his fingers into Hyun's tanned skin and swiping his thumbs closer and closer to where Hyun wants his touch the most.

Behind them, Rui can hear Wumuti and Haru stumble into the room, but he can't drag his eyes away from Hyun. “Watch them,” he tells him, leaning down and practically bending himself in half to press a kiss to the tip of his erection. Hyun moans high in his throat, leaning his head back against the wall and closing his eyes. Rui straightens up and grips Hyun's chin in his hand.

“Watch them,” he demands, waiting until Hyun opens his eyes. Hyun’s vision is unfocused, but he tries his best to move his gaze to where Wumuti has Haru pinned against the mattress in front of them.

“Such a good omega,” Rui coos, rewarding Hyun with another kiss to his cock, sloppier this time, open-mouthed and wet. Hyun whines, drawing his knees up either side of Rui until the other omega shifts them, laying Hyun's legs over his own, his hips tilted upwards.

Hyun desperately keeps his eyes locked on Wumuti and Haru, his hands burying themselves in Rui’s hair. Wumuti is straddling Haru’s hips, grinding down slowly, their lips locked in a deep kiss. The older omega rests his weight on his forearms either side of Haru’s head, and his shirt stretches where it’s gripped in the alpha’s fists.

Haru is on cloud nine. The last day has been like a montage of all his deepest, darkest desires, dirty thoughts that would flash across his mind in the shadows of his bedroom all come to life. He can scarcely believe any of it is real - that he's finally, finally feeling the plush wet of Wumuti’s mouth against his own, that he’s able to cant his bare hips up to feel Wumuti’s erection all for himself.

He’d seen him, once. It wasn't his fault, the door was unlocked, and he had just wanted to brush his teeth and sink into his mattress, fisting his cock until he came and fell asleep as he'd done almost every night since moving in. Wumuti had been about to get in the shower, already naked and leaning forward to turn on the tap. Haru had caught a glimpse of his hard cock, obscured by that evil glass cubicle, let out a squeak, and ran out. That had kept him going for months.

Now, Haru winds his hand down between their bodies, palming at Wumuti’s elusive erection as the omega sucks on his tongue. Watching Hyun stroke his own cock in front of him had been life-changing, and Haru is hungry for more, for anything his omegas would give him.

Haru manages to get his hand under Wumuti’s pyjama bottoms, roughly cupping his cock over his underwear. He whines into his mouth, dizzy with the desire to feel it under his hand for real. Wumuti takes pity on him, bringing his own hand down to shove at his underwear, getting it down around his thighs without breaking their messy kiss. Haru moans hard into his mouth when he finally wraps his small fingers around the tip.

“Mommy, Mommy,” he babbles into Wumuti’s mouth, his hand moving all over the omega’s cock, feeling every inch and committing it to memory. Wumuti pulls away slightly, leaning their foreheads together as he shushes him.

“There's no rush, little alpha,” he comforts, his hips rocking into Haru's grip despite himself. Haru’s inexperienced hands make him burn red hot in his core, Wumuti’s mind whirring at the feeling of his boy under him.

“Yes there is,” Haru argues petulantly, trying to slide his own cock against Wumuti’s. He’s shaky and clumsy, adrenaline shooting through his veins. He breaks their kiss to bury his head in Wumuti’s neck, lapping and sucking at his scent gland for comfort.

Wumuti lets him, hand coming to his nape to hold him in place and groaning when Haru sucks a bruise into his skin. He feels sharp teeth scrape his sensitive gland, his strawberry scent going haywire as he threads his fingers into Haru’s messy hair, pulling him back firmly.

Haru’s mouth drops open, his eyes almost rolling back as he goes lax in Wumuti’s arms. Wumuti takes the opportunity to seal their lips once again, licking inside Haru’s mouth, spit dripping down their chins.

“Please, g-get naked,” Haru begs against him, once again pulling at his t-shirt until Wumuti thinks it may actually rip. He leans back, sitting on his heels so he can pull it off, his trousers and underwear quickly following. Haru is on him in an instant, running his hands from Wumuti’s shoulders to his waist to his ass. Wumuti gasps when Haru’s fingers dip between his asscheeks to run through his slick and he pushes the alpha back down onto the bed.

Knees spread wide and head propped up against the pillows, Haru sucks his fingers into his mouth, eyes truly rolling back this time at the taste of his omega on his tongue. “Mommy, please,” he garbles around his own digits. “Let- let me have you.”

Wumuti gently pulls the alpha’s hand away from his mouth, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “You already have me, baby,” he murmurs, avoiding Haru’s actual meaning.

He wants it. God, he fucking wants it. He knew he would, and not just because he always folds the second Haru looks up at him with those eyes and speaks to him with that pout. He’s a weak, weak man when it comes to Haru, and he can only hope the young alpha doesn't work up the courage to ask to fuck him directly… because he knows he won't say no.

“Want you,” Haru insists, wrapping his arms around Wumuti’s neck and tilting his head to kiss him more deeply, messily. Wumuti adjusts their position so he’s straddling him, his knees planted either side of Haru’s narrow hips. He leans back from the kiss, their cocks knocking together between them.

If he lifts himself and moves just a tiny bit, he could sit on Haru’s cock. He could literally just do it, there's nothing stopping him. He feels drunk, Haru’s thick scent numbing his mind, and he can't remember why he wasn't meant to let the boy knot him in the first place.

He wraps his hand around Haru’s erection, the head bright red and his knot already beginning to swell. His baby would feel so much better if he let him put it inside him. He wants it. He wants to be dripping with it.

“Mommy, please, let me-” Haru repeats, and Wumuti knows exactly what he needs. He should help him, right? He wants it, right?

Wumuti lets go of Haru’s cock with a sudden jerk, holding his hand against his mouth with the realisation that he came so close to doing something they had never agreed to. Before Haru presented, he'd asked Wumuti for help with his first heat. He'd been so sure he'd present as an omega, and they'd agreed that Wumuti would help him with hands and toys and nothing else.

“You're a virgin,” Wumuti had said. “You should have proper sex for the first time after your heat, when your head is clear.” Haru had reluctantly agreed, seeming happy enough with the promise of help Wumuti had given him. They hadn't even discussed the possibility that Haru would be an alpha, and Wumuti knows he can't let him knot him whilst he’s rut-drunk and desperate.

Even now, remembering his previous rationale, Wumuti still can't tear his eyes from Haru’s cock, desperate to get it inside him. He whines, his hand going back to stroke the younger man once again as if it's being controlled by someone else.

“Rui,” Wumuti finally chokes out, realising there's no way he will get through this on his own. He hears shuffling beside him, and then there's warmth across his back as Rui snakes his arm around his waist, pulling Wumuti up from where he was sitting on Haru’s spread thighs to balance on his knees instead. He hooks his chin over his shoulder and presses a small kiss to his ear.

“Is it all too much?” He asks, voice sweet. He runs his fingers over Wumuti’s stomach, pressing a hand against his groin, just above his leaking cock. Wumuti rocks his hips back and forth, wanting more pressure everywhere and whining once again when he gets it nowhere.

“I need his knot, Rui,” Wumuti cries, hand still locked around Haru’s cock. The alpha growls at that, half sitting up and wrapping his own fingers around himself. He tries to grasp at Wumuti’s hip, to pull him down and sit him on his dick, but Rui swats him away.

“No, please, please,” Haru begs. “Please let me, I can do it, I'll be good, I promise!”

Rui coos. “I know you'll be amazing, baby, but you need to be patient and wait until after your rut.”

Wumuti leans his head back on the other omega’s shoulder, back arched and hips still jerking back and forth in the air, grinding against nothing. He moves so sensually that it makes Rui’s own dick throb and slick pool in his underwear, even as he keeps a sliver of distance between his crotch and Wumuti's ass.

“Hyunnie,” Rui says to the side. “Please can you go into my bottom drawer and grab something to help our little alpha?”

Hyun nods dumbly, shocked to have been addressed. He sits, still naked, where Rui had left him mid-blowjob. Shakily, he crawls over to his chest of drawers, feeling around in the bottom one for Rui’s fleshlight.

He finds it, wrapping his fingers around the gold base. The actual fleshy part is realistically pink, shaped just like an omega’s tight, puffy hole. He dips his thumb into the opening curiously as he makes his way over to the side of the bed.

He holds out the toy for Rui to take, but Rui doesn't accept it, instead patting the mattress for Hyun to take a seat. “Don't move,” he orders all of them, slipping out from behind Wumuti to walk over to his wardrobe. He pulls out a big hardback book and a large case, unzipping it when he resumes his spot on the bed.

From the case, he reveals a pink, sparkly dildo - long, far too long for anyone to get it all the way in, surely, thick and with a suction cup at the base. The glitter glints gold when it catches the light, making it look like Rui had chosen it to match the gold fleshlight. As Hyun watches him twirl it between his fingers like an obscene baton, he thinks he probably had. He looks at the book, curious as to what part it has to play in all this - but his questions are answered when Rui sticks the suction cup onto it with one fluid motion.

“You've done that before,” Hyun comments, flushing red at Rui’s answering smile, eyes sharp and glittering with excitement.

Haru sits up on the bed when Rui asks Hyun to lube up the fleshlight, legs still between Wumuti’s knees. “Where's the lube?” Hyun asks, his voice hoarse from disuse. He clears his throat, but chokes on his spit when Wumuti grabs his hand and guides it to gather some slick from where it's dripping down his thighs.

“Oh,” Hyun breathes, keeping his hand between Wumuti’s legs even when the older omega lets go. He lets his fingers trail up to ghost over Wumuti’s pussy, who gasps,

falling forward to rest his forehead on Haru's shoulder as he arches his back into the touch.

“Meanie,” Rui chides, watching with rapt attention. “Mommy’s so sensitive there, you shouldn't tease her.”

Dazed, Hyun presses his fingers against Wumuti’s wetness more insistently, letting out a shaky breath. He lets himself slip the tip of his finger beyond the rim, Wumuti’s hole still loose and greedy from his session with Rui that morning. But then he comes back to himself, remembering the task he'd been set, and uses his now slick-coated hand to prepare the fleshlight. Haru’s gaze darts from Wumuti’s face to Hyun’s hands, his breath coming in quick pants.

Pressing his fingers into the fake hole is nothing compared to pushing them inside Wumuti. Hyun already misses the feeling, and prays he'll get his proper turn soon. He’s waited far too long, spent far too many years assuming none of this was ever on the cards, and he will be damned if it ends with his finger.

Wumuti groans again, close to tears when Rui pulls him back up by the waist to his previous position on his knees. hovering over Haru’s thin thighs. “I need his knot, now, please, Rui- do something!” He pleads, reaching back and pressing two fingers inside his own hole. Haru places his small hands on Wumuti's thighs, trying to be of some comfort to his omega even in his own rut-induced desperation.

Rui hums. He places a soft kiss on Wumuti’s shoulder blade. He’s proud of the other omega - he doesn't know how he's clung on so long with Haru begging to put his knot inside him. He must really adore him.

He places the book between Haru’s legs, the dildo lining up almost perfectly with the alpha’s actual cock. He guides the head of the dildo to Wumuti’s hole, the omega shuddering at the feeling and immediately trying to push his ass down to get it inside. “Be patient, hyungie,” Rui whispers. “It's Haru’s first time, remember?”

Rui nods at Hyun, spurring him into action. He pushes Haru back, making the young alpha move his hands so he can lean his weight on them. His cock is red, his knot already so swollen, and Hyun thinks it will be a miracle if he lasts even 30 seconds inside the toy.

Nevertheless, he holds the fleshlight against the tip of Haru’s erection. He pauses before he pushes down, looking at Rui for his next instruction. Rui is already looking at him when he looks up, and he grins, reaching forward to cup his face with his clean, free hand.

“Good boy,” Rui compliments. “Go on, then.”

Hyun presses the fleshlight down around Haru’s erection, the alpha groaning as it pops over the tip. He leans his head back, a grimace on his face, and Hyun would worry he was in pain if not for the way he thrusts his hips upwards in an attempt to get himself deeper into the toy.

As Haru’s cock breaches the fake hole, Rui places his hands on Wumuti’s hips, finally pulling him down against the dildo. Wumuti wails, pure relief flooding his veins at the feeling of finally being stuffed full.

“Does your alpha’s cock feel good inside?” Rui asks, and Wumuti can't breathe. Hyun groans at the realisation of what Rui is doing, and Haru can't stop babbling, his chest heaving as he begs Wumuti to let him fuck him faster.

Hyun obliges, hand on the fleshlight moving faster as Wumuti starts to bounce on the dildo. Rui holds the book steady against the bed with one hand, his other on the omega’s waist. It takes everything in him to ignore his own erection, wanting to press it forward against the swell of Wumuti’s ass, against the mattress beneath him, anything.

“Haru, baby, baby, you feel so good-” Wumuti gasps, the dildo reaching deeper and deeper inside him with each bounce. “Mommy,” Haru sobs, one hand gripping Wumuti's hip to help him rock down harder. “Let me knot you, please please please-”

“Yeah, yes, Haru-yah, knot me,” Wumuti chokes out, his own cock throbbing with the threat of release. His permission is all it takes for Haru to fall back against the bed, driving his hips upwards into the fleshlight as if he’s pounding inside Wumuti’s pussy. “Mommy, Mommy,” he cries, his body going taut as he tumbles into his orgasm, finally popping his first proper knot and releasing wave after wave of cum into the toy.

“That's it baby, fill Mommy up,” Rui encourages from behind Wumuti, the omega leaning his head back onto his shoulder when he hears his voice. He puts his hands on Haru’s knees behind him, giving himself more leverage to ride the dildo deeper and harder.

“Are you gonna squirt?” Rui whispers in his ear, and his filthy words are what tips Wumuti over the edge, coming with his cock untouched all over Haru’s stomach, the fleshlight, and Hyun’s hand.

“Fuck, fuck,” Wumuti swears, hips still moving against the dildo even as his orgasm washes over him. Haru sits back up on his elbows, watching with rapt attention as Wumuti loses himself in pleasure. His own face mirrors that of the omega, mouth open, tongue wet, brows furrowed.

“Mommy,” he repeats, dazed. “Is it good?”

“So good, baby,” Wumuti breathes, finally coming down from his high. He collapses forwards onto the bed beside Haru, letting the dildo slip from his hole as he cuddles up to him. Haru wraps his arm around his shoulders, pulling the omega onto his chest.

Hyun is still frozen, his messy hand on the fleshlight, locked in place by Haru’s knot. Rui reaches over, pulling his fingers away from the toy, gently, so as not to jostle it too much when their baby alpha is still so sensitive. He brings Hyun’s hand to his mouth, licking a stripe up the back of it to clean it of Wumuti’s cum. He sucks his fingers between his lips, wet and pink, and Hyun can’t resist surging forward to claim them with his own.

🍓🌹🍯🌳

Leaving Wumuti and Haru alone on the bed, Hyun and Rui stumble into the living room, neither wanting to break their kiss. They clutch at each other, Rui’s long nails scratching across Hyun’s back, Hyun’s own hands pulling at Rui’s pyjama top.

When they reach the living room, Hyun slams the door behind them, pushing Rui up against it and rejoining their lips. He cups his face with one hand, the other snaking around his tiny waist. Rui loops his arms around Hyun’s neck, lifting his leg to wrap around his hip and encourage the younger omega to grind his bare cock against him.

Hyun is so hard it hurts, and Rui is not faring much better. His panties are ruined, soaked with his own slick and sticking uncomfortably to his skin. He wants them off, and he wants them off now. He tugs at the hand Hyun has wrapped around his waist, guiding him to dip his fingers below the waistband.

The shyness Hyun had exhibited earlier is long gone, two fingers immediately pressing inside Rui’s sopping pussy, the older omega whining and arching his back to get them deeper. Rui is soft and hot inside, the smell of roses cloying in the air and inside Hyun’s throat. He sucks at Rui’s neck in an attempt to taste even more, feeling drunk on it.

The feeling of fingers curling inside him has Rui pushing at Hyun’s shoulders, his digits slipping out. “I need your cock inside me,” he pleads, and Hyun groans, expression turning to something dark and dangerous. He seals their lips once again, licking at the seam of Rui’s mouth to deepen the kiss as he yanks off his shorts and panties, leaving his silk pyjama shirt on. He runs his palms down Rui’s back and ass to his thighs, easily lifting him like he'd dreamt about so many times. Rui automatically wraps his legs around Hyun’s waist, their kiss turning sloppy and desperate.

Hyun throws Rui down on the sofa, the older omega adjusting the cushions so his head rests comfortably on one. He hooks one thigh over the back of the sofa, his other leg stretching to rest his foot on the carpet as he unbuttons his top to reveal pale, soft skin and pink nipples. He looks like a fucking three-course meal, and Hyun is starving, pent up and wanting. He doesn't hesitate to climb into the space on his knees, pressing his hands against the underside of Rui’s thighs to practically fold him in half as he leans down to take one nipple in his mouth.

Rui keens, one hand snaking down to press his fingers into his wet hole. “Need your cock now,” he demands, removing his fingers from himself to reach for it. “I've waited so long, haven't I been good?”

“You have been good,” Hyun agrees, tongue feeling like cotton wool in his mouth. He wants so badly to make this good for Rui, but he's afraid he’s going to bust within two seconds of entering him.

“Come on then,” Rui snaps, impatient, but he throws his head back against the cushions when Hyun rubs the head of his cock over his rim. “Come on, please, please,” he repeats. Hyun steels himself, slowly sinking his hard cock into Rui’s heat.

The pressure around his dick is mind-numbing, and Rui’s high-pitched whines threaten to send him tumbling over the edge already. When his hips are flush with Rui’s ass, Hyun looks up at the ceiling, deep breaths escaping his parted lips.

Rui wraps his legs around Hyun’s waist, hooking his ankles together to keep him locked tight against him. He grinds his hips in little circles, adamant on feeling every inch of Hyun’s cock inside him. His messy hair fans out on the pillow, and he brings his hands up from his sides to twist and pull at his own hardened nipples.

He makes for an unbelievable visual, pink against pink against pink, debauched and flushed. Hyun groans when he looks back down at him, his hips jerking. “Fuck, hyung, you're so- you're so-”

Rui nods, desperation in his eyes. “Please fuck me, baby,” he begs. “I need it hard, I need it fast-”

Hyun pushes the backs of Rui’s thighs so he's once again folded in half and at his mercy. He pulls his hips back, cock almost slipping free, and then slams back into Rui’s wet cunt. Rui wails, hands snaking down to pull his own asscheeks apart in an attempt to get Hyun ever-deeper.

Slick practically pours from Rui’s hole, ruining the sofa cushions below as Hyun pounds into him. “Fuck, you're so wet,” Hyun grunts, thighs sticky with his own slick.

“Harder!” Rui begs, spreading his thighs even wider, head thrown back and eyes screwed shut. He opens them when Hyun stops suddenly, his protest dying on his lips when he’s scooped into his arms, cock still inside. They rejoin their lips in a messy kiss as Hyun walks them around to the side of the sofa, and Hyun doesn’t slip out until he sits Rui on the armrest.

“Turn around,” Hyun orders, and Rui almost comes on the spot at his tone of voice. He had no idea Hyun would take charge, especially after his own bratty display, and fuck does he want to explore that a bit more.

For now, he obeys, moaning when Hyun pushes his head down against the sofa, his perky ass on full display. He rams back inside, Rui powerless to do anything but lay there and take it. His cock bobs uselessly against the armrest, ruining the sofa even more as precum leaks from the tip.

“F-fuck, Hyun,” he groans when Hyun angles his hips just right, his cock finally slamming into his prostate on every thrust. “I'm gonna come, you're gonna make me come, oh fuck-”

Hyun’s fingers grip Rui’s hips so hard they both hope it'll leave marks. He continues to slam his hips against Rui’s ass, one hand reaching forward to grab a fistful of his long hair. He hoists him up to standing, hips stuttering as he wraps his other arm around Rui’s waist. “P-Please fill me up,” Rui sobs. “Fuck, you're gonna make me squirt-”

Hyun groans, spilling his load inside Rui’s cunt as he watches Rui’s own cock shoot cum halfway across the sofa. Tears roll down Rui’s cheeks as he desperately wraps his hand around his own cock, milking it for every last drop. He shudders through the aftershocks of his orgasm, oversensitive when he feels Hyun’s erection continue to pulse inside him.

The room is silent when they come back down from the heavens, and Rui’s knees are weak. Hyun gently guides him to lay on the sofa, both grimacing when they feel the mess of slick and cum on the cushions beneath them.

“Gege is going to kill us for this,” Rui mumbles, not sounding worried at all where he lies against Hyun's chest. Hyun laughs, smoothing Rui’s messy hair against his head, running his fingers through the lengths in an attempt to detangle. Rui leans into the touch like a cat, and Hyun’s heart feels overcome with fondness.

“What is it?” Rui asks, searching for something in Hyun’s eyes when his laughter stops a little too abruptly. Hyun smiles, shrugging slightly.

“Nothing,” he says. “I'm just happy.”

Rui grins, his beautiful smile taking over his face, eyes glittering. “Good,” he replies. “Me too.”

They fall back into a comfortable silence, and Hyun is about to suggest they go clean up when Rui sits up slightly to face him, leaning his head on his hand.

“I don't want this to be a one time thing,” he admits. He keeps his tone light and casual, but the truth is that he’s terrified of Hyun assuming this was all a mistake to him, something that happened in the throes of passion and that he never wants to happen again. He needs Hyun to know how he feels, even if he doesn't feel the same - though Rui no longer thinks that's even a possibility.

Hyun looks surprised at his sudden confession, licking his lips and putting his arm behind his head. “Me neither,” he says, quietly. “What… what do you want?”

“Anything you're willing to give me,” Rui says, smoothly. Might as well go all in, he thinks. “Sex. Love. Both.”

“Love?” Hyun whispers, like it's a secret. Rui smiles again.

“Yes, love. If you'll give it to me.”

“You already have it,” Hyun mumbles, eyes wet and falling from Rui’s own. “Do you not see?”

Rui reaches forward to cup Hyun’s face, his hand soft against his jaw. He leans into it, eyes trailing back up the older omega’s chest to his face as he places his own hand over the one softly stroking his cheek.

“I see it. But I want to hear it.”

Hyun sighs. “Why?”

“Because I do!” Rui whines, and Hyun thinks that if they were standing, he'd have stomped his foot. Rui's never been the most patient person in the world - his earlier demands echoing in Hyun’s mind.

“What exactly do you want to hear?” Hyun asks, tentatively. He's not being difficult on purpose. He’s just spent so long sitting on this secret, letting it eat away at his insides, that he feels sick at the prospect of finally divulging it to anyone, let alone Rui.

“That you're in love with me,” Rui finally says, a pout on his lips that Hyun has to fight not to kiss away.

“How would you know that?” Hyun counters, beginning to enjoy their back and forth. It feels far more familiar and normal than heavy love confessions, and he feels himself relaxing under the older omega.

“Because I know. Same as I know you're in love with Wumuti-hyung too, and Haru while we're at it, though I also know you've never liked an alpha before, so I know you're probably going crazy in that mind of yours right now, so just tell me you're in love with me and then I can help!”

Hyun is stunned into silence, his mouth opening and closing in shock as he listens to Rui rattle off everything that's been tearing up his mind.

“I'm in love with you,” he blurts, unable to hold it in any longer, and desperate to finally talk about his feelings - his confusion, his enamour, his wanting. He feels like he's been handed the solution to everything on a silver platter, and he surges forwards to meld his lips with Rui’s in a searing kiss.

“I love you, too,” Rui breathes against his mouth, feeling Hyun shiver beneath him as he traces his ear with his fingers. “We can talk with the others later. For now, you're all mine.”

“All yours,” Hyun agrees, voice soft. “And you're all mine.”

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When the post-sex and post-confession satisfaction gives way to sticky-sofa anguish, Hyun and Rui finally get up. Hyun lets Rui hop in the shower first while he - still naked, so very carefully - fixes them all something for lunch. He puts some rice in the cooker and microwaves some leftover side dishes from a takeaway they'd had earlier in the week, feeling weirdly content in his birthday suit.

Rui returns, dressed head to toe in Hyun’s own clothes. The joggers are okay length-wise - Rui’s long legs taking care of that despite his shorter height overall. But they're loose around his waist, sitting low on his hips. One of Hyun’s softest long-sleeved tops envelops his torso, the cuffs running to the tips of his fingers. Hyun’s mouth goes dry.

“I didn't want to disturb them in mine and Haru’s room,” Rui explains. “I kind of hate wearing boxers though, and that's all you have, so I'm just wearing nothing.”

Hyun’s eyes widen, trying with all his might not to let them drop to Rui’s crotch. He takes a deep breath, summoning the strength to walk straight to the bathroom for his own shower as Rui cackles.

Once Hyun is clean and dressed, also in his own clothes but with underwear on, they sit down to eat. Rui dishes up two extra plates so the others can reheat them whenever they wake up. Their last round was pretty intense, so Rui reckons they'll be out for a while.

They're both just finishing their food when they hear a shout from the bedroom. “PLEASE,” Haru yells, voice wild, and they can smell his scent flooding out into the hallway when they arrive at the door.

When they enter, they're met with a pitiful sight. Haru is sobbing, hands around his red cock, repeating the word ‘please' over and over again. “Please let me fuck you, please let me, please,” he begs, thrusting into his hands.

Wumuti sits across from him on the bed, heartbreak written all over his face. His baby is exhausted, and Wumuti knows exactly what he needs, he just can't give it to him. It’s killing him to see him in so much pain, and he can only hope he'll one day forgive him.

Haru spots his two other omegas by the door, turning his attention to them. “I'll be so good, I'll make it good,” he promises them. “Let me fuck you. Please, please, please!”

Rui sighs. “Oh Haru-yah,” he says sympathetically. Hyun steps forward, picking up the discarded flashlight from where it lies on the floor and making his way over to the alpha. He sinks down onto the bed, offering it to Haru. The alpha snatches it from him, angrily throwing it across the room with a snarl. Hyun freezes in shock, Wumuti gasping next to him.

“I don't want that fucking thing!” Haru yells.

“Right, that's it,” Rui says, firmly, voice cutting through Haru’s cries. He crosses the room in several quick strides, grabbing Haru by the scruff of his neck and pulling him upwards. “Your mommy has been far too soft on you, and this behaviour is unacceptable.”

Haru stops, body taut and unrelaxed in Rui’s hold, but non-combative. He even stops crying, wide eyes staring up at Rui as he waits for the omega's next move.

“Please give us some privacy,” Rui says to the others, holding eye contact with Haru as they scramble off the bed and out the door.

He stands behind the young alpha, shoving him down on the bed with the hand still on the back of his neck. Haru struggles against him, wanting Rui underneath him instead, but one sharp look from the omega and he finds himself face down, ass up. Rui takes his fingers into his own mouth, wetting them fully and not quite believing he’s about to do what he's about to do. Some alphas like to have their holes played with, sure, but in their rut? Well, Rui’s certainly never had any alpha beg for his cock when all they want is to knot him.

If he tried this with any other alpha, he'd be pinned down, rammed into, bitten and maybe even claimed. An intrusion like that feels unnatural to a lot of alphas during a rut, and so, as he deems his fingers wet enough, Rui knows he's playing with fire.

Nevertheless, he reaches down and pushes one finger into Haru’s hole, to the knuckle.

And as if he'd pressed an off switch, Haru’s body goes completely lax. His knees slip out from under him, cock pinned between his stomach and the mattress.

“That's it, little alpha,” Rui coos, beginning to move his finger in and out. He uses his other hand to gather some slick from his own ass, removing his other hand and adding two wet fingers at once. Haru wails into the duvet, hips beginning to thrust against it.

Rui pulls him up by the shoulders, climbing onto the bed behind him so they're both on their knees, Haru’s back pressed against his front. He shifts enough so that he can press three fingers inside Haru’s hole, his other hand trailing down Haru’s toned body to grasp at his cock. He gives it a couple of pumps before locking his hand around Haru’s knot, squeezing it tight.

“Hyung, hyung, hyung,” Haru chants, hips kicking back and forth between Rui’s hands. “Thank you, thank you.”

“Such a polite boy,” Rui compliments. “You should knot my hand, hmm?”

“Yes, fuck,” Haru agrees, leaning his head back on Rui’s shoulder. His moans get louder when Rui stops thrusting his fingers, instead keeping them pressed hard against his prostate.

“Oh fuck,” Haru whines, ropes of cum leaking from his cock, his hips juddering like crazy. His knot swells under the pressure of Rui’s hand, the warmth from his palm feeling so much better than the cold, fake fleshlight. His eyes roll back, mouth open and tongue lolling forward as his cock pumps wave after wave of cum over Rui’s hand and the bed. It's a fucking mess, and they both love it.

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Whatever Rui’s doing to Haru, it sounds like it's working. Wumuti feels reassured enough to follow Hyun to their own bedroom, where the younger omega helps pick out some comfortable clothes for him to put on. He's sticky and sweaty and could probably use a shower, but he knows he wouldn’t stay clean for long.

Hyun slips out of the bedroom whilst Wumuti gets dressed, and at first, Wumuti thinks it's to give him some privacy. But when he enters the living room to see Hyun wrestling with the cushion covers, he realises his true intentions.

“Looks like you two had a good time,” he comments, revelling in the flush making its way up Hyun’s chest to his cheeks and ears. “Did you fuck him?”

Hyun looks at Wumuti in shock for a second, not used to the older omega being so forward about sex. “You've been spending too much time with Rui,” he comments.

“I could say the same about you,” Wumuti counters, settling himself down on the other, smaller sofa - one as yet undefiled. He opens his arms out wide, gesturing to the space beside him. “Come on, we can do laundry later. There's going to be a lot of it.”

Hyun drops the cushions back onto the sofa, making his way over so he can snuggle up next to Wumuti. He sinks down, Wumuti sitting straight up so the taller omega feels tiny next to him.

Hyun hooks his knee over Wumuti’s thigh, leaning his head on his chest and shivering when he feels Wumuti’s soft fingers tracing his collarbones. He looks up to find Wumuti already looking down at him, and they both come together to join their lips in a soft, slow kiss. Wumuti moans into it when Hyun cups his jaw, tilting his head to press deeper. The kiss stays chaste, ending a moment later when Wumuti pulls back to lean their foreheads together.

The older omega sighs, the sound a mixture of contentness and concern. Hyun forces his eyes to trail up from Wumuti’s kiss-ravished lips, meeting his gaze. “What's on your mind?” Hyun asks, their lips almost touching as he speaks.

“I'm worried about Haru,” Wumuti confesses. “What do you think they're doing in there?”

Hyun’s heart sinks. How could he think he could compete with Haru at all, much less now he’s presented as an alpha? He wants all three of them so badly, but just because Rui wants him back, it doesn't mean Wumuti and Haru do too. How would that even work, the four of them? Hyun’s never met anyone who’s mated with more than one person, though he’s heard it does happen. But realistically, Wumuti and Haru have only ever had eyes for each other.

This… all this kissing, cuddling, messing around - it's just because of Haru’s rut. His pheromones are sending Wumuti silly, and Hyun's the only person here to take it out on. He’d much rather be back in there with Haru, maybe he wouldn't even kick Rui out, maybe they all just want it to be the three of them. Maybe Rui was lying because he knows how Hyun feels and he wanted to make him feel better. He was just being a good friend.

Hyun feels mortified, eyes stinging as he pulls away from Wumuti so he can excuse himself and hide out in his bedroom, even though there's no mattress on the bed, it doesn't matter-

A hand around his wrist pulls him from his thoughts, and when he looks up, Wumuti's face is twisted in confusion. “Where are you going?” He asks, not letting go of Hyun's wrist. Hyun doesn't move, awkwardly half-risen from the sofa, and shrugs slightly.

Wumuti takes in his appearance, seeing the way he's curling in on himself, making him seem so much smaller than he is. His eyes are wet where he stares down at Wumuti’s hand, his cheeks ruddy, lips twisted into a sad pout. And then Wumuti realises his mistake.

“Oh, Hyunnie. I've been neglecting you, haven't I?”

Hyun looks back up at him, confused.

“I've been so focused on Haru’s presentation that I've made my other baby feel left out,” Wumuti continues, gently pulling Hyun back down to the sofa.

“It's ok,” Hyun lies, suddenly feeling really guilty. How could he be so selfish? Of course Haru’s presentation should take centre stage. He didn't mean to make Wumuti feel bad.

“It's not ok,” Wumuti counters, swinging a leg over Hyun’s thighs to sit on his lap. Hyun's hands automatically come up to hold his waist, their size nearly enveloping him. Wumuti brings his hands up to Hyun's neck, running his thumbs over his scent glands. “You've been so good, so patient and careful with our baby alpha. You've been so good for me. Rui told me how good you've been.”

“He did?” Hyun asks, voice so hopeful and scent so sweet it makes Wumuti feel weak. He loves this man so much, and he needs to make sure he knows it wholly and without question.

“Yes, he did. He's wanted you for so long. We both have.”

Hyun’s breath catches. “You have?”

“We have.” Wumuti leans in, giving him a soft peck on the lips. Hyun follows him when he leans back, wanting more. Wumuti smiles. “Can I show you?”

Hyun nods, chest rising and falling heavily with each breath. His hands cling onto Wumuti’s waist like a lifeline. The older omega almost feels sad to move from this position, but he knows what he wants to do.

“Take your clothes off and lay on your stomach for me, baby,” he tells him, climbing off his lap so he can stand. He watches as Hyun shyly strips, but he doesn't ask him to look away, so he doesn't.

“Gorgeous thing,” Wumuti comments, watching with glee as Hyun’s blush spreads down to his chest. He's already half-hard at the anticipation of what's to come, the weight of Wumuti’s gaze on his body sending shivers down his spine.

Wumuti stands up to guide Hyun onto his front. He hands him one of Rui’s pink, velvet cushions to lean on before grabbing one of the already-soiled pillows from the other sofa. He flips it over for good measure before sliding it under Hyun’s hips.

Hyun can't help but grind down against the pillow, his cock now fully hard and aching at the prospect of being displayed so openly to Wumuti. Wumuti chuckles fondly at his desperation, running his hands down the omega's back to pull apart his ass cheeks.

“Perfect here too,” he murmurs, drinking in the sight of Hyun's hole, pink against tanned skin. He's so wet already, slick covering his thighs, and Wumuti can't wait to taste it. Climbing onto the sofa behind him, he nudges his thighs apart, winding his arms around them as he gets in position, knees tucked.

He hears Hyun’s sharp intake of breath as he gets closer, and he can't help but blow a gentle puff of air onto his pussy, giggling when his hips jolt at the feeling. Apart from that, Hyun stays incredibly still, as if moving even an inch would cause the moment to shatter. Wumuti doesn't want that. He wants Hyun to lose himself, fall apart on his tongue second by second so he can put him all back together again afterwards.

Tightening his arms around Hyun’s soft thighs, Wumuti flattens his tongue, licking one long stripe up his perineum to his entrance. Hyun's reaction is immediate, squeezing the pillow between his arms as he drops his head and arches his back, pushing his ass back into the feeling. Wumuti licks and sucks at his wet cunt, the taste of honey strong on his tongue as he flicks it over the entrance. He can feel Hyun getting more relaxed by the second, his moans high and breathy when he starts moving his hips in circles.

Wumuti presses in deeper, poking his tongue inside Hyun's hole, a mix of slick and spit dipping down his chin. “Fuck, hyung,” Hyun whines, his whole body burning with pleasure as Wumuti licks lightning down his thighs and up his spine. “S’good, keep going-”

Far be it from Wumuti to stop now, the feeling of Hyun’s hips moving against his face and thighs clenching beneath his arms completely intoxicating. The wet sounds he’s making are dirty and incriminating, and so, so delicious. He can't get enough. But he wants Hyun to fall apart even more.

He hoists Hyun up and onto his knees, tongue reaching deeper inside his pussy. He feels dizzy at how easily Hyun lets himself be manhandled, and unwraps his arms from his legs, using one hand to circle around his dripping cock and the other to slip a finger in beside his tongue.

“Ah, ah, hyungie, fuck,” Hyun whimpers loudly, his moans getting higher and louder. Wumuti speeds up, licking into him harder and faster, adding another finger when he feels Hyun loosen around him. He strokes his cock in time with his thrusts, Hyun’s hips still moving against him as if he can't help himself.

“Gonna-” Hyun tries, unable to get the words out before he's sobbing and coming all over Wumuti’s hand and the pillow, his hips moving uncontrollably. His thighs clench together around Wumuti’s head, feet kicking and toes flexing as he rides out the wave. He can smell his own slick in the air, and he feels soaking with it, body shuddering with the aftershocks as Wumuti continues sucking at his hole.

Slow and gentle, Wumuti removes his fingers and gives one last kiss to Hyun’s entrance, pulling back to sit on his heels. Hyun whimpers below him, hips shakily dropping back to the sofa as he catches his breath.

Wumuti is so hard it hurts, but he wills his erection away, not wanting to detract from Hyun with his own arousal.

“Muti-hyung,” Hyun says, voice muffled against the cushion. “Please come on my pussy.”

Wumuti groans, nearly coming in his underwear at the request. He thinks about denying, but fuck, it's impossible to resist. He pulls his trousers and underwear down enough to release his erection, hissing at the pressure when he wraps his fingers around it.

He swipes his other hand over Hyun’s thighs, collecting some slick to make the slide easier. He pumps his cock slowly, wanting to savour the view of Hyun's perfect ass beyond his own red cock, but he quickly succumbs to the pleasure. Hand moving faster, he twists his palm over the head, moaning deep in his throat.

“Baby, you look so- this is so-” Wumuti can barely string a sentence together, using his free hand to spread one of Hyun’s cheeks, once again revealing his hole - the perfect canvas. “Oh, fuck, Hyunnie,” he groans, finally reaching his climax. Streaks of white paint Hyun’s rear, covering his ruined pussy and making Wumuti's mind go blank. Hyun moans at the feeling, pushing his hips back towards Wumuti to feel his pulsing erection against his hole. It catches on the tip, and Wumuti has to use an ungodly amount of self-control to stop from stuffing him with his softening cock.

“Shit,” Wumuti curses, collapsing against the sofa. “I'll fuck you next time,” he promises, trailing a finger through the mess on Hyun’s cunt. He sucks it in his mouth, eyes rolling back at the taste of his cum mixed with Hyun’s sweet slick.

Hyun props himself up onto his elbows, laboriously twisting onto his back. “That was insane, hyung,” he breathes, dark blonde hair sticking to his forehead. He gestures for Wumuti to come to him, and he does, falling into his arms and winding his legs around him.

“I'll do that for you everyday if it'll make you believe how much I want you,” Wumuti confesses, head on Hyun’s shoulder. Hyun laughs, pulling the other man closer into his arms.

“You want me,” Hyun repeats, as if testing how the words feel on his tongue. Wumuti reaches up to smooth out his hair, tucking it behind his ears.

“I do,” he says, softly. “I really do.”

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Once they've regained their senses, Wumuti takes a quick shower before getting dressed once again into some comfortable clothes. When he returns to the living room, Hyun is already dressed, and both sofas have been stripped of what they can be. He's frowning down at the fabric where he’s sprayed some cleaner.

“If this is going to be a recurring thing, we should definitely start putting towels down,” he comments when he sees Wumuti enter. The other man agrees, lacing his fingers with Hyun’s. “I want you to fuck me on the sofa sometime, so definitely.”

Hyun would have thought that after being face-down-ass-up for his hyung he would no longer feel embarrassed, but he knows his ears are red regardless. He gives Wumuti a kiss on the lips to distract him, sliding an arm around his waist.

They move to rejoin the others in the bedroom, hearing muffled moans coming from behind the door when they reach it. “I'd have thought they'd be passed out by now,” Wumuti comments, raising an eyebrow. He pushes open the door, Hyun nearly bumping into his back when he stops, frozen, in the doorway.

Haru is sprawled on his back across the bed, legs spread wide and hands fisting the covers. Shirtless, Rui straddles one of his thighs, pinning it beneath him as he leans low over the alpha, one hand planted over his mouth.

Haru’s eyes are wide and wild, glowing bright red and almost rolling back in his head. His moans are stolen by Rui’s hand, despite the omega being the one to force them from him with every sharp thrust of the dildo he’s fucking him with. Haru’s arms are wrapped around Rui’s back, fingernails leaving angry scratches across the skin as he rocks his hips back against the fake cock, desperately trying to get it deeper inside him.

After a moment of shocked silence from Wumuti and Hyun, the alpha notices them, wet cock jumping against his stomach. “Mommy,” he groans under Rui’s hand, low and long, stretching his hand out towards them. Wumuti crosses the room, pulling Hyun behind him before climbing onto the bed behind Haru. He pushes him up by the shoulders so he can get underneath him, Rui pausing his thrusts before removing his hand from Haru’s mouth and sitting back up on his thigh.

“Hyung, please come here,” Haru begs, turning his attention to Hyun, who looks surprised to be addressed. Haru can't think why. He's obviously incomplete right now. He needs all of his omegas around him, and that includes Hyun.

“Please,” Haru repeats. “‘M sorry about earlier. Please.”

Hyun shushes him as he climbs onto the bed. “You have nothing to apologise for,” he claims, but Haru doesn't know why he hesitated if not for how he'd treated him before.

“Touch me?” He pleads. He needs him, not the fleshlight, he needs skin on skin - ideally hand on cock. Luckily, Hyun obliges, looking between Rui and Wumuti as if seeking permission before reaching for Haru’s erection.

Haru moans loudly when Hyun wraps his hand around the tip, his grip firm as he strokes slowly down the length. “Hyung,” he keens, hips weakly thrusting upwards.

“Use two hands,” Rui says. “Let him knot them.”

“Fuck,” Hyun whines, doing as he's told without question. As his other hand circles Haru’s knot, Rui pulls the dildo out almost completely before slamming it back in. Haru sobs, throwing his head back against Wumuti, his hands coming up to try and clutch at his own cock - but he doesn't get far, Wumuti pulling his arms back by the elbows, pinning them behind him.

Rui doesn't let up with his fast pace, hard thrusts getting deeper and deeper. He keeps one of Haru’s legs beneath him, gripping his other thigh with his free hand to keep him completely still. His hips rock against Haru, and everyone can smell his rosy slick pooling beneath him.

“Don't stop, don't stop,” Haru cries, repeating the words like a mantra as he lays, powerless against his omegas as they chase his high for him. His knot swells, thick and hot at the base of his erection, and Hyun grips both of his hands around it, hard.

Haru wails, cum pouring out over his cock and Hyun’s hands, his head twisted into Wumuti’s chest. Drool drips from his mouth, his moans broken and debauched. Rui rams the dildo into him with one final thrust, grinding it against his prostate as wave after wave of his orgasm add to the mess on his torso.

Haru eventually collapses against Wumuti, body completely relaxed. He feels boneless, well and truly fucked out.

Rui whimpers above him, unable to keep from pressing his hand against his cock where it's trapped under his borrowed trousers. “Someone, fuck, oh my god,” he babbles, clambering off of Haru towards the head of the bed.

He tears off his clothes, thighs glistening where they're drenched in slick. He grabs a pillow, stuffing it underneath him and immediately rocking his hips against it, rough thrusts desperate and rhythmless. He collapses forward, back arched beautifully to expose his pink pussy.

“Hyun,” he all but wails. “Your cock, now, please!”

Hyun scrambles to reach him, untucking his own hard cock from his boxers and entering Rui in one quick thrust, hands wrapped around his hips. “Yes,” Rui sobs, relieved, moans bursting from his throat with every slam of Hyun’s hips against his.

Having tucked Haru in beside them, Wumuti slips out from under him, setting himself against the headboard and wrapping his hand around his own cock. He's never come so many times in such a short period outside of a heat, but Haru’s pheromones are making them all insatiable - not to mention the fact he's been waiting years for this.

“No, come here,” Rui complains when he sees him, wasting no time in wrapping his lips around Wumuti’s cock the second he gets close enough. Wumuti groans, the visual of their beautiful angel Rui being stuffed full of cock at both ends completely melting his brain.

“Fuck, Rui. I wish you could see what you look like right now,” Wumuti voices, making a mental note to ask to film him sometime - he knows Rui would love it. He threads his fingers through his long hair, guiding the other omega further down onto his cock.

Rui moans around him, opening his tear-filled eyes to look up at Wumuti. “Fuck, I'm not going to last with you looking at me like that,” he groans, surpressing the urge to thrust his erection up into his mouth.

Hyun continues fucking into Rui’s tight heat, thrusts turning sloppy as he nears his orgasm. “Can you come untouched?” He grits out, wanting to see Rui make a mess of himself. Rui whines and nods as best he can around Wumuti’s dick, pushing his ass back harder against Hyun’s hips.

“Show me,” he orders, smacking his hand against Rui’s ass, gripping the flesh to reveal where his cock disappears inside his cunt. Rui moans around Wumuti, thighs trying to press together as he comes, hard and shaking.

“Good girl,” Hyun groans, pulling Rui’s hips against him as he spills inside his hole. Wumuti isn't far behind, trying to pull Rui off and failing, the younger omega drinking down his cum without question.

Rui doesn't let go until Wumuti finally eases him off his cock by his shoulders, overstimulation finally getting the best of him. Shaking with the force of his own orgasm after so many had already been pulled from him that day, he holds Rui close to him.

Both Rui and Hyun wince when the motion causes Hyun’s cock to slip out, a mess of cum and slick running down Rui’s thighs. Hyun gathers himself, stumbling to the bathroom to get a wet flannel and some towels. He cleans them all up as well as he can - truly, they are all desperate for a shower - and climbs back onto the bed.

Wumuti pulls the duvet up over all of them, Haru snoring softly next to him. They have to cuddle up closely to fit on the bed, but as they drift off to sleep, none of them can think of a place they'd rather be.

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When Haru next wakes up, it's to darkness and the smell of ramen wafting up his nose. As his eyes focus, he realises Wumuti is sitting on the edge of the bed beside him, chopsticks loaded with noodles held in front of his face. Haru props himself up on his elbows, opening his mouth wide to take the offering.

The noodles are salty and spicy on his tongue, and he suddenly realises he's starving. Wumuti helps him eat the lot before placing the empty bowl to the side and slipping back under the covers.

Haru twists onto his side, facing Wumuti and reaching out to tuck his hair behind his ear. “Thank you, hyung,” he whispers. Wumuti smiles, so beautiful it makes Haru’s heart ache in his chest, and leans forward to place a soft kiss on Haru’s lips.

They fall asleep like that, lips barely touching, hands clasped between them. Haru is so, so in love.

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The room is warm when Rui stirs, but for the first time in days, it's not from the alpha next to him. Instead, the sun streaming in through the poorly-shut blinds is the culprit, the rainy July weather seeming to finally give way to something more typically seasonal.

Despite his state of undress, and indeed, that of the bodies still sleeping next to him, Rui is far too hot. He's also sticky and sweaty and covered in cum, so he kicks the duvet off them all, turning to lay himself half on top of Hyun, who lets out a little ‘oof’ at the movement.

“S’tooooo hot,” Rui groans into Hyun’s neck. “Let's go shower, come on.”

He rolls himself over Hyun and off the bed, only missing out on slamming to the floor when Hyun’s arm quickly wraps around his waist to catch him. They carefully stand, leaving the other two still fast asleep, the duvet stuffed around their feet.

Once Hyun and Rui have showered - which took quite a lot longer than it would have if Rui hadn't insisted they get in together - they return to the bedroom to find Wumuti and Haru awake. They're sitting on the bed, laughing together, Haru seeming more lucid than he had in days.

“I think his rut is finally subsiding,” Wumuti tells them. “His eyes are back to normal, and I can barely smell it on him.”

Haru claps his hands together in glee. “Does this mean I can finally fuck you?” He asks, shocking Wumuti into choking on his next words. Rui cackles from behind them.

“That's my boy,” he says, stepping forward to envelop Haru in a back hug and give him a kiss on the cheek. “I've taught you so well!”

Wumuti groans. “You've taught him to torture me,” he complains, pulling the duvet up to cover his lap. He’s not subtle, and he knows he's been caught when Rui raises an eyebrow at him, smirking next to Haru.

“Go on, go shower,” Hyun pipes up, saving Wumuti from Rui’s torment. He has a feeling he’ll be doing that more often, and Wumuti’s grateful smile tells him he thinks so too.

While they shower, Rui and Hyun occupy themselves with tidying the bedroom. Rui flings open the windows to let some air in, Hyun stripping the bed with a grimace at how much laundry they're going to have to do. They put some fresh covers on the duvets and pillows, giggling as they wrestle with the fitted sheets.

Hyun gets a load of laundry started whilst Rui tackles the sofas, picking up where Hyun had left off the evening before. Once they're fully stripped, he lays some blankets over them in an attempt to keep them clean.

Together, they hoist the mattresses from the floor of the bedroom to the living room, parking them in front of the sofa. Hyun takes a seat, happy to watch Rui build a fresh nest, but the other omega pulls him straight back up, pouting.

“It's your nest too,” he urges. “I want us to build it together.”

How can Hyun say no to that? The huge smile on Rui’s face when he starts arranging the spare blankets and clean pillows around the space is infectious, and Hyun’s heart feels so full and so warm. They work together in silence, their actions harmonious, and Hyun can feel his inner omega preening. He's never felt more in touch with his omega than he has over the last few days - he feels like he's finally been able to sink into that feeling, to show his true self to those he's always felt he's had to hide from in some way.

When Wumuti and Haru join them in the living room, the nest is perfect, and Rui and Hyun sit in it, cuddled up against the sofa. “Oh, look at this!” Wumuti coos, fingers linked with Haru's. “Can we come in?”

Rui squeezes Hyun’s own hand, wanting him to answer on their behalf. Hyun looks up at them, a shy smile on his face. “Of course,” he says, patting the space beside him. Haru doesn’t hesitate before climbing in and moulding himself against Hyun’s side, Wumuti close behind him.

“Can we play Mario Kart?” Rui asks, Haru’s face immediately lighting up at the idea. Wumuti laughs, crawling to the TV to set it up for them. As they settle back to play, Hyun orders them some food, not wanting any of them to leave the nest for an extended period of time to cook.

When Rui loses the first race, Hyun kisses away his pout, his arms wrapped around his waist. After that, Rui silently asks for a kiss after every game, win or lose, and when Hyun goes to collect the food from the door, he collects his payment from Haru instead.

Wumuti helps Hyun to spread out their meal on tea towels in front of them in an attempt to keep the fresh bedding nice and clean. They let Haru and Rui start a one-on-one match, both feeding them bites of each dish as they play. Haru’s rut might be over, but they’re all still clinging to each other, and Hyun prays that it will last forever. Here, in their nest, Haru and Rui bickering, Wumuti’s hand on the back of his neck where he stretches his arm out behind Haru - it almost feels like they’re a real pack.

Hyun finishes off one of the noodle dishes, spicy and sour, just how he likes it. He doesn’t realise he has some sauce on the corner of his lip until he feels the tip of Haru’s tongue against it. He turns in shock, Haru’s face a picture of cheekiness as he leans back. Hyun breathes out a laugh. Rui really has taught him well.

Hours go by in their little bubble, a round of Mario Party keeping them occupied before they spend some time playfully arguing about which film to watch. Rui won Mario Party, so he says he should get to pick, but Haru doesn’t want to watch ‘one of your silly rom-coms, hyung’. Wumuti suggests Haru pick three films that Rui can choose out of, which surprisingly works well, though it does mean they end up watching A New Hope for the thousandth time.

“Leia is so gorgeous, don’t you think?” Rui sighs, head on Hyun’s shoulder.

“Not as gorgeous as you,” Hyun responds automatically. Wumuti laughs from beside Haru. “He’s got you trained,” he teases.

“I prefer Rey,” Haru counters, just for the sake of disagreeing with Rui. Wumuti pinches him lightly on the arm, but giggles all the same, always up for a round of riling up the long-haired omega.

“She’s not even in this film,” Rui complains, but all the bite is taken out of his voice when Hyun reaches his hand up to run his fingers through his hair and down his back. They fit together so well, he thinks, his honey scent picking up as Rui nuzzles against him.

The film fades into the background when the Rebels are attacking the Death Star, all four of them having watched it far too many times to need to pay attention. The sun has long-since set, the warm light from the lamp in the corner of the room casting wide shadows across the nest. Wumuti can feel a breeze coming from the bedroom where the windows have been left open, but he welcomes the cool air against the back of his neck.

Rui and Hyun are whispering quietly, causing Haru to crawl over on his knees to sit in front of them. They stop talking and look up in surprise, but they only pause for a moment before both of them are pulling him onto their laps. He sits between them, grinning over at Wumuti as if all his Christmases have come at once.

Wumuti shifts closer, turning the volume down on the TV before placing the remote to the side. He laces his fingers with Hyun’s, leaning his chin on his shoulder and pressing a light kiss to his ear. Hyun shudders, pulling him into his side.

“We should talk,” Wumuti murmurs, his voice barely heard above the sound of lasers, despite their close proximity. He feels Hyun tense beside him, and he runs his fingers up and down his arm to calm him. They need to talk, yes, but Wumuti hopes the outcome will be nothing but positive for them all.

“Hyun and I spoke earlier,” Rui says, turning to the omega in question. “So, if you’re ok with it, maybe we can explain that and go from there?”

Hyun nods silently, needing Rui to take the lead on this one. Luckily, the omega seems more than happy to do so.

“I told Hyun how I feel,” Rui starts, watching the others for their reactions. He can guess Wumuti’s - surprised relief - but he’s not too sure what Haru will say. He’s never spoken about it with him like he has the older omega, but from watching him these past few days, he has an inkling as to his thoughts on the subject.

Haru doesn’t look all that surprised, though his brows do furrow a bit in confusion. “How do you… ‘feel’?” He asks, wanting it spelled out.

“I’m in love with him,” Rui explains. “He knows that now. He believes me, I think,” he looks sadly at Hyun, who can't hold his gaze, looking at his hands guiltily.

Wumuti curls his arm around Hyun’s waist, stroking his side. He can see how hard this has been for him. He's watched him tie himself up in knots, convinced none of them could possibly feel the same way he does. He doesn't quite understand why, not yet, but he knows Hyun needs to hear how he feels - out loud.

“Yesterday, Rui asked me how long I've liked you for,” he says, gently. “I told him I've liked you since we met.”

Hyun’s breath catches, and Haru holds his fingers still where he's picking at the skin around his nails. Wumuti continues. “But that wasn't quite the truth, because it's always been more than that. I don't know when it evolved into this, but for years, I have loved you.”

Hyun looks at him, then, eyes big and wet. The disbelief written all over his face threatens to break Wumuti’s heart. What had happened to make Hyun think he is so undeserving of love, so unworthy of devotion?

Wumuti unravels his arm from Hyun’s back, taking his face in his hands. “Why don't you believe me, baby?” He begs, voice cracking on the final word.

“I'm sorry,” Hyun whispers, turning fully to face the older man, devastated to have made him upset.

“No,” Wumuti says. “None of that. I don't want you to apologise. I want you to tell me how you feel.”

Hyun gulps, looking like he might burst into tears. Rui places his hand on his back, a solid anchor between his shoulder blades. The comfort seems enough to urge Hyun to speak.

“I've always watched,” he starts. “You've never looked at me.”

“Maybe you never knew what to look for,” Wumuti responds, wiping away a stray tear with his thumb.

Hyun winces, pulling away and pulling his legs close to his body. He lays his forehead on his knees, covering his head with his arms. “I'm so confused,” he says, tearful.

Haru looks alarmed, his eyes flitting between Wumuti’s devastated face, Rui’s own concern, and Hyun’s shaking body. He shifts close to Hyun, spreading his legs so they're either side of the omega, and wraps his arms around him.

“Muti-hyung loves you,” he says, muffled against Hyun’s shoulder. “I can tell, even without him saying it. He’s in love with you, he’s in love with Rui, and - Muti-hyung,” he lifts his head to look up at Wumuti - “I know you're in love with me too.”

Wumuti presses his lips together, astonished that Haru seems to have a better understanding of them all than he does. Haru giggles at his shock. “You're my omegas,” he explains. “I know everything about you.”

Rui laughs at that, a bright, loud thing that makes Hyun lift his head. “Our baby alpha,” he coos. “You're just what we always needed, aren't you?”

Haru looks thrilled at that, cheeks going red as he reaches his hand out to pull Rui closer. Rui entwines their fingers, leaning his head back onto Hyun’s shoulder as he had done during the film - long forgotten, now.

“You're in love with them too,” Haru says to Hyun. He says it so gently, so adoringly, that Hyun can't help but nod in confirmation.

“Please say it,” Wumuti begs from beside him, cheeks wet with tears. “Please, I need to hear you say it.”

“I love you,” Hyun says, quietly once, and then louder. “I love you. I do. I'm sorry. I love you.”

“Stop apologising,” Wumuti pleads, taking Hyun’s face in his hands once again, and then he's surging forward, unable to contain himself any longer. He crashes their lips together in a searing kiss, one that Hyun deepens immediately as he pulls Wumuti closer by his waist.

They only pull apart when Hyun feels a tug at his shirt. He looks over to see Rui looking at him, clearly wanting something. Hyun assumes it's a kiss of his own until Rui stops him. “Haru said 'you're in love with them’. Not ‘us’, ‘them’.”

“Oh, Haru,” Hyun breathes. “You have to know I love you too.”

“It's okay, if you don't,” Haru blurts. “I think you only really like omegas, don't you? And that's okay. I don't want you to change yourself just for me. Please don't change yourself just for me.”

“I think that's exactly why I love you, Haru-yah,” Hyun says softly. “I'm still figuring myself out. I've only ever really liked omegas, yeah, but I've never even really been with anyone. I'm… learning, now. That maybe it doesn't have to be so black and white for me. That maybe I like you, and the hyungs, and that's all I need to know?”

He finishes his speech with a question, as if growing more and more unsure with each word. Rui is quick to reassure him, twisting him around for a kiss with a hand on his neck. Hyun’s scent mellows out around them at the action, the distressed edge to his honey sweetening once again.

When he pulls away, Rui is smiling. “So, what does this mean for all of us?” He asks, looking to Wumuti for the answer. Wumuti shrugs lightly.

“It can mean whatever we want it to mean. We can… continue as we have been, as close friends and nothing more-” His sentence is interrupted by the souring of the three scents around him, and he's quick to shake his head. “Will you let me finish? Or we can give this a proper go. The four of us. As a pack.”

“Yes, that option,” Haru says quickly, Rui nodding furiously in agreement. Wumuti turns his attention to Hyun, awaiting his answer.

Hyun wipes the last of his tears away, nodding slowly. “Yes,” he says. “I want that.”

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They let The Empire Strikes Back autoplay after their discussion, and one by one, they nod off. Haru is the first to fall asleep, still exhausted from his waning rut. He curls up with his head on Hyun’s stomach, Hyun’s own head cradled against Wumuti’s chest. Rui clings to his other side, Hyun’s arm between his thighs. Wumuti looks down at all of them in quiet disbelief. For so long, he'd waited for them. And now, they're finally here.

Sleep eventually consumes him too, but it's far from restful. His dreams are hot and intense, full of flashes of images his mind takes from the days prior, plus dark, dirty new ones his imagination conjures up just for him. When he awakes, it's to a deep throb in his core.

He knows where he is, but that's about it - his mind is focused on only one thing. He needs Haru’s knot.

“Fuck,” he groans, shifting under Hyun. His cock is hard and his underwear is soaked, and if he doesn't get Haru’s cock in him in the next five minutes, he thinks he might go insane. He wonders if he already did.

“Haru, Haru,” he whispers, hand snaking down to grip the alpha’s shoulder. He stirs immediately, leaning up on his hands to look at Wumuti. “Mommy?” He mumbles, before he takes in the look on Wumuti's face. “What is it, what's wrong?”

“I'm sorry,” Wumuti whines, “I can't wait any longer. Please, I need you inside me.”

Haru's jaw drops open. “You- what!”

“Haru, please,” Wumuti is not above begging. He has waited so long. The last few days have been utter torture, watching Haru knot hands and nothing over and over again when it should be inside him.

“B-but you said-”

“I know, baby, but you're not in rut anymore, are you?” Wumuti reasons.

“No, I'm not,” he says, a small hand on Wumuti’s knee. Even that amount of touch is enough to have his hips rock against the mattress. “Mommy, you really want it?”

“I do,” Wumuti whimpers, brokenly. He dips his hand below his waistband, fingers pressing against his hole. He slips one in with ease, a soft moan escaping his lips.

“That's my job,” Haru complains, sitting himself up on his knees and settling himself between Wumuti’s legs. He pulls down his pyjamas and boxers all at once, his erection springing free and the heady scent of ripe strawberries filling the air. Wumuti doesn't remove his hand, instead bringing another finger to his entrance, but he doesn't get to press it inside. Haru grips his wrist, pulling his fingers away and replacing them with two of his own.

“Yes, like that,” Wumuti groans, drawing his knees up and presenting himself fully to his baby alpha. His messy hand hovers awkwardly beside him until Haru takes his fingers in his mouth, licking them clean as he thrusts his own into Wumuti’s cunt.

Wumuti’s mouth falls open as he watches his fingers disappear between Haru’s lips, his own tongue mirroring what he can feel around his digits. When Haru releases his hand, he adds another finger, and Wumuti whimpers.

“Don't need another, ‘m ready, ‘m ready,” he urges, chest heaving as he sits up to reach for Haru's joggers. His hands shake with desperation as he tries to undo the drawstring, so Haru takes over, stripping himself fully naked before helping Wumuti pull his own shirt over his head.

“You're so beautiful,” Haru whispers into the quiet room. The only light in the room comes from the TV screensaver, a compilation of cute photos of all four of them which bathes Wumuti’s body in blues and pinks. Hyun and Rui still sleep beside them, curled up around each other underneath the duvet.

Wumuti suddenly feels overcome with emotion, tears welling up in his eyes as he pulls Haru down by the back of his neck. Their mouths meet in a soft kiss, but it turns sloppy when Haru pushes him back down against the mattress and presses the tip of his cock to Wumuti’s entrance.

Wumuti’s mouth drops open in a gasp, and Haru licks into it, swirling their tongues together and swallowing the omega’s whines. But there’s no hiding Wumuti’s high-pitched moan as he pushes the head of his erection inside, and when Haru fully sheathes himself in Wumuti’s pussy, they hear a groggy laugh from beside them.

“How come every time I wake up, someone’s fucking?” Rui complains, though he doesn't look like he minds too much, sitting up and turning towards them for a better view.

“Rui,” Wumuti whimpers, hand outstretched towards him. Rui melts, laying back down and tucking himself into his side. He smooths Wumuti’s hair behind his ear, leaning forward to capture his lips, and they kiss messily as Haru starts to move his hips.

“You're doing so well, Haru-yah,” Hyun says from behind Rui, and Haru moans at the praise. Hyun crawls behind him, hands coming to hold his hips, and Haru lets him guide him deeper into Wumuti’s wet heat.

Hyun licks at Haru’s neck, sucking on his scent gland, and Haru all but collapses against him, his hips moving in circles against Wumuti's ass. Rui and Wumuti continue to make out below them, Rui’s slender hand moving slowly along Wumuti’s cock.

“Mommy,” Haru whimpers, dazed. Wumuti pulls away from his kiss with Rui to meet his gaze. “Do you feel good, baby?” He asks, spreading his knees wider. Haru nods vigorously, his hands clinging onto Wumuti’s thighs as Hyun helps him drag his cock in and out of his pussy by his hips.

“‘M empty,” he whines. Rui lets out a breathy moan, his cock jumping against Wumuti’s side. “Do you want to be fucked, darling?” He asks. “Like I promised?”

“Yes,” the alpha moans, hips stuttering. The warmth on his back leaves for a moment, and when it returns, he can feel Hyun’s erection heavy against him. “Hyung!” He cries, almost delirious at the thought of being filled whilst balls deep inside Wumuti.

Fingers wet with his own honey slick, Hyun circles Haru’s entrance, before pressing inside. “Oh, oh,” Haru moans, shifting his hips between the pressure around his cock and the pleasure in his hole.

Hyun quickly adds another finger, scissoring them with ease - it hasn't really been that long since Rui had Haru splayed out on a dildo, so it doesn't take much to get the alpha ready for his cock. Wumuti stares up at Haru, entranced, small whines escaping him with each breath.

When Hyun presses his erection into Haru’s hole, the younger man wails, the feeling of a hot cock filling his cunt blowing the pleasure he'd felt on the dildo out of the water. Hyun immediately sets a brutal pace, slamming hard into Haru, causing him to thrust hard into Wumuti. “Fuck!” Wumuti yelps, Haru’s cock pressing against his prostate with each jolt of Hyun’s hips.

“Shit, this is so hot,” Rui whines, leaving Wumuti’s erection neglected to stroke his own, hard and fast. Wumuti raises his arms to clutch at the pillow behind his head, his moans growing louder and higher.

“Rui,” he breathes. “Sit on my face.”

Rui doesn't need telling twice, swinging a leg over Wumuti’s shoulders and immediately grinding his pussy against the other omega's mouth. He faces Haru, leaning forward on his hands to claim the alpha's lips in a wet, open-mouthed kiss.

Wumuti’s arms wrap around his thighs, and his hips grow frantic, matching the broken pace of Hyun and Haru’s hips. “‘M gonna come,” Haru moans against Rui’s lips, shuddering as he comes closer to the edge. Hyun leans down to lick at his ear, whispering his permission as if it's a secret, and Haru’s moans reach their peak as he spills into Wumuti’s cunt.

Rui follows close behind, his thighs locking around Wumuti’s head as his orgasm hits him. He collapses onto his elbows, taking Wumuti’s cock in his mouth to drink down his cum as he falls apart beneath him. With a final thrust, Hyun releases his seed deep inside Haru, a bitten-off groan escaping him as he presses his forehead against the alpha’s shoulder.

Haru cries between them all, shaking with the ongoing waves of his orgasm as his knot locks him tight with Wumuti. Rui’s legs have also turned to jelly, and he rolls himself off Wumuti, collapsing beside him. Hyun stays inside Haru until he can no longer stand the stimulation, when he slips out, watching as his cum drips down Haru’s thighs.

“Fuck,” Wumuti rasps after a few quiet minutes of them all catching their breathes.

“Yeah,” Rui agrees.

Haru sighs. “I'm still so hard.”

Hyun kisses him on the cheek.

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The sun has risen by the time they regain their senses, showering in pairs - Hyun and Rui first whilst the others wait for Haru’s knot to go down. For once, the shower is innocent, nothing but sweet kisses exchanged as Hyun lathers shampoo into Rui’s long hair.

Eventually, they're all clean and dressed, sitting around the breakfast table as they've done a thousand times before. Only this time, it's different. Haru’s neck is littered with light bruises Hyun had left without realising, and Rui’s hand holds Wumuti’s across the table. They all wear the glow of a good orgasm, and the room is filled with their combined scents - finally whole.

Rui’s phone buzzes on the table beside him, and Hyun can't help but look over his shoulder, curious to see who could be texting him so early in the morning.

From: Hao-gege

I take it from your silence that everything went as intended?

Hyun furrows his brow, looking across the table to where Wumuti is feeding Haru some cereal, both oblivious. He looks back at Rui’s phone to watch him type his reply.

It did. Thank you for your help the other night. I’ll fill you in soon. Thank Hanbin-hyung for me as well, would you?

Hanbin… is an alpha, Hyun realises. An alpha they all know, the others better than him, but someone he knows they can trust all the same.

Rui locks his phone, placing it back on the table as he turns to Hyun. “You're not subtle, you know?” He chastises, laughing at Hyun’s guilty expression.

“That's who I was with, the other night, before Haru’s rut,” he explains, the mention of his name causing the others to look over. “I was telling Hao about my feelings for you three, again, and he had the idea to let Hanbin scent me…” He holds his fingers up in mock speech marks, “‘just to see what happens’.”

Hyun laughs in disbelief. Wumuti’s clearly thrilled. Haru looks mortified. “Hanbin-hyung was the alpha I smelled on you?” He realises. “Oh my god.”

“I'm gonna get Hao some flowers,” Wumuti grins. Rui laughs.

“I think telling him all the sordid details of our week will be repayment enough.”