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Steve is an omega who knows his body well.
And he’s been alive for long enough to recognize the warning signs of an impending heat cycle. The sweating, the copious slick, increased sensitivity to both emotions and touch, even the need to find the closest knot and impale himself until he can’t think straight.
His heats are pretty standard.
He’s also shared enough of them with his alpha, Eddie, to know that his mate will always take care of him. Eddie loves him more than anything and he’s never had any reason to doubt that. They’ve been together for years and it’s always been that way, though their official bond is technically still relatively new.
Even after all this time, sex between them is still exciting and fun. A treat, not a chore.
So when Steve wakes up feeling sweatier than usual, with panties soaked in slick, his usual reaction would be to roll over and let Eddie know they need to clear their schedules for the next two days. His mate would make sure they’re all stocked up on supplies. They’d cuddle and kiss and talk about all the filthy things they can do to satisfy his urges.
Truthfully, it’s normally a great excuse for them to bond and have sex like wild animals.
There’s just the tiny issue that his heat is off schedule by a few weeks.
And Eddie is away on tour.
His mate’s band, Corroded Coffin, finally took off in the last few months and they’re halfway across the world performing with no plans to come home at the moment.
Steve tries not to panic at this realization. Maybe Eddie could catch a flight as soon as possible and make it back in time? It wouldn’t hurt to ask. Or he could just get some toys and try to figure it out!
Except that he’s never gone through a heat by himself. Not since he presented right after high school, before he and Eddie even started dating. He’s not confident he actually remembers how to pleasure himself, his alpha has always been more than sufficient in that area.
The more he thinks, the worse he feels.
His breathing gets quicker, struggling to get oxygen to his brain adequately and his chest gets tight like someone’s pressing against it. Anxiety floods his veins, ice cold and paralyzing.
It’s been a long while since Steve had a full on panic attack, but if he doesn’t calm down, he’s going to be dealing with two crises at once.
The omega smacks his arm onto the side table next to the bed, reaching around the surface frantically until he makes contact with something. He grasps his cell phone in hand and dials the familiar number on autopilot, his fingers going a bit numb as he listens to the droning of the ringing as the line attempts to connect.
Every second of waiting, it feels like the air gets thinner. He’s sure that his body is growing warmer because of the abrupt chill in the room despite him being covered in a heavy comforter.
There’s not much time until his heat is going to hit fully. His stomach lurches at the thought.
“Morning, Stevie. How are you? Do you miss me yet, baby?” Eddie’s playful voice comes through the speaker, like a warm blanket around his trembling body. He’s only been gone a week, yet it feels like a lifetime. They talk every day on the phone, but it’s not the same.
A sudden pang of longing hits Steve hard and instead of responding with words to explain the situation, the omega lets out an uncontrollable sob. And then one ragged sob turns into a whole attack of them, shaking his frame with fear and anxiety as he realizes how entirely fucked he is without his alpha.
He can’t do this.
Not without Eddie.
He’s never had to and never had any reason to plan to. Mated omegas don't go through their heat alone. They have alphas to take care of them, to make them feel safe and bring them pleasure.
“Sweetheart, what’s wrong? Are you okay? Are the cats okay? Did your parents show up again? Do I need to call Argyle to check on-”
“My heat is starting, alpha,” Steve cries, wrapping his arm around his stomach to try and ease some of the pain from his muscles pulling as he fights himself to not start hyperventilating over this.
Easier said than done when the entire world feels like it’s crashing down around him.
He can hear Eddie blow out a long exhale, like he’s thinking hard. His mate is one of the smartest people Steve knows and he prays that he’ll think of a solution, one that won’t leave him by himself for his heat.
It feels silly in a way. Steve knows that unmated people go through heat or rut by themselves all the time and they’re perfectly fine. But that doesn’t mean he wants to.
“I’m gonna FaceTime you, Stevie. Hold on a second, sweet boy.”
A moment later, a request comes on his screen and he can see his mate’s face as soon as he accepts it. Eddie looks like he’s sitting in a hotel room, face drawn tight with worry.
“Eddie,” Steve pleads, not even sure what he’s asking for. Comfort? A solution? His mate to fly home immediately and fix this? Maybe all of the above, if he’s being honest with himself.
“Oh honey,” Eddie coos at him, using the warm tone that always makes Steve feel so loved. He knows his husband adores him and their wedding vows included a lot of promises to take care of each other. But that doesn’t mean he sees any viable solution to their current predicament. “Listen, Stevie… I wouldn’t even make it home in time if I left right now. The weather isn’t great here, so they’re canceling the concert for tonight. I imagine the airport will close down too.”
Having his worst fear just confirmed breaks the last ounce of hope he was holding onto.
A wail of pain escapes his mouth and Steve collapses back into the bed, holding the phone near his face and sobbing hard.
He’s been told by Eddie that he gets a bit more needy and emotional before his heat. Which makes sense considering the rush of extra hormones. Unfortunately, it makes it feel like the sky is falling at the moment.
“Shhhhh, it’s gonna be okay. We’ll figure it out together, kitten. I have an idea. I don’t know how you’ll feel about it, but it might help if you’re willing to try something different,” Eddie offers, sounding borderline desperate.
Steve’s sure his crying isn’t making this easier on his helpless mate, but it feels out of his control at this point.
He grabs a tissue off the side table, sniffing and hiccuping as he tries to calm down enough to listen to Eddie’s proposal.
“What- what exactly were you thinking, Eds?” Steve blubbers out, tears still falling down his face.
Eddie gives him a sad smile and lets out a soft purr in an attempt to give the omega a bit of comfort. The effect isn’t quite the same over the phone, but the show of affection and love is appreciated nonetheless.
Once Steve manages to contain his crying to something a bit less noisy and pronounced, Eddie speaks again. “Okay. So, I’m just throwing this out as an option. If you hate it, we never have to discuss it again, babylove.” Steve nods, a bit nervous about what his mate could possibly suggest that would require such a forewarning.
“Alright…”
Eddie shoots him a nervous smile before continuing with, “What about Argyle?”
Steve waits for the rest of the sentence, but there doesn’t seem to be any more. Hesitantly, he prods, “What about Argyle?”
“If I can’t be there as your mate to help you through your heat… what about our close friend who’s an alpha too?” Eddie pauses, as if giving him a chance to object. When the omega is silent, he keeps going. “I would trust him with your life and your body, Steve. Argyle is a good guy and I know he’d make sure you were taken care of like I would. If I ask, he’ll say yes. And since the concert is canceled, I can even FaceTime you guys from my hotel room if that would make you feel more comfortable.”
It’s a lot to process all at once.
Steve’s never slept with anyone besides Eddie. His husband is his first and only sexual partner. They’d explored each other's bodies as fumbling teens and when they make love now, it’s down to an art. He feels safe with Eddie. Loved, satisfied.
The idea of trusting himself to the hands of someone else. Someone who he doesn’t share a mating bond with… it’s a bit scary. He loves Argyle, but not in the same way he does Eddie.
“How… would that work exactly? He’s not my mate. You are, Eddie,” Steve explains with a hint of panic creeping through his statement. He loves his alpha and has no desire to mate with anyone else. Forever means forever.
Eddie nods frantically in agreement. “I am. And I have no intention of that changing, I promise. But Argyle is an alpha. He can knot you and keep your inner omega satisfied because you trust him already. If a stranger tried to do this, you’d probably have a bad time, but Argyle is our friend.”
It makes sense. As much as his anxiety wants to grab onto his threads of doubt and yank hard until this plan unravels, Eddie is helping settle his pounding heart. The reassurance that this might be a viable option is comforting.
“And you’re sure that he would say yes?” Steve asks nervously. If they proposition their best friend and he isn’t interested, he might end up hating them. The idea of ruining his relationship with Argyle is devastating.
At this, Eddie actually gets a little color to his cheeks.
“Trust me, kitten. He will say yes to the opportunity. We’re both alphas, we just know these things. And because he loves you, he won’t want you to suffer, Stevie,” he explains gently, voice confident in his assertions.
Steve nods slowly. “Alright.”
Eddie gives a small sigh of relief, probably not something he meant for the omega to hear.
“Let me go call him real quick to explain what’s going on and make some arrangements. I’ll have him swing by the store and grab your favorite snacks to hunker down with. Go take a nice long bath and try to settle down, sweetheart,” Eddie instructs him. It makes him feel calm, being told exactly what to do.
There’s no room for him to argue when his alpha takes charge. Especially when he knows that his mate is going to take care of him. Steve trusts Eddie. If he thinks this plan is going to work, then there’s nothing else he needs to say.
So he goes and takes a warm bath to relax.
Steve’s not out of the bath for very long when the doorbell rings.
He’s barely dressed, skin already beginning to get sticky with sweat again as he gets closer to the throes of heat. If he thought it was anyone but Argyle at the door, he’d bother to throw on more clothes than just some panties and one of Eddie’s oversized CC shirts.
As it is, the second he opens the door, Argyle drops his grocery bags and pulls the omega into a tight hug, squeezing him close and making sure Steve’s face gets buried in his neck to scent him.
There’s hardly a chance for him to process what’s happening before he’s purring happily and melting into the alpha’s arms. Argyle’s always been a good friend to Steve and Eddie. He’s also a very tactile guy, someone who always hugs and pokes and leans against you just because.
Steve’s used to being manhandled in a friendly way.
This- this is different.
“Hey, Stevie. How ya feelin?” Argyle asks quietly, his voice pitched even lower than usual. His big arms encompass most of Steve’s body with ease, larger frame towering over the omega’s.
He’s always known Argyle was taller than him by a few inches, but feeling the difference in a sizable way when there’s more than movies and pizza on the agenda has him a bit more hot and bothered than he can blame his cycle for.
“Hi Argyle. I think I’m okay so far… Eddie talked to you about everything then?” Steve mutters out.
The alpha takes a few steps further into the house, closing the door behind him. He then resumes their embrace, not letting Steve out of his arms for more than a few seconds.
It feels so good to be held by someone who loves Steve. Argyle smells like pack, someone he can trust to protect him.
“Yeah, buddy. He told me your heat was starting and that there was no way he’d be able to come home. Said you didn’t want to be alone, that you were freaking out a little.” Steve snorts at the under exaggeration. “I’m happy to help out, Stevie. I know you and Eddie’s bond is still kind of new and omegas need a bit more attention during their heats. I would never want you to suffer by yourself through that,” Argyle explains, finishing his statement with a low hum.
Steve inhales the scent of whatever new strain of weed Argyle’s been smoking this week. It sticks to his clothes in a pleasant way, combining with his own natural musky alpha scent.
His nose buries firmly into his friend’s neck, rubbing along the skin there without a care about inappropriateness.
If he’s going to let Argyle fuck him, the least he can do is let Steve sniff his scent glands a bit beforehand.
A rumble comes from the alpha’s chest in response to his needy behavior as large hands run along his back, making him feel so much smaller than he is. His own mate is about the same height as him, so it’s never been something Steve thought about before.
But Argyle dwarfs him in both stature and build. That makes the space between his legs warm quickly. Those big hands could hold him down and pin him to the bed. They could circle his wrists so easily and control Steve without any effort.
Slick begins to run down his thighs.
He whines, pressing his body closer to Argyle’s unconsciously.
“Stevie,” Argyle coos gently, pushing him back a bit so he can look the omega in the face. He smiles softly at Steve, cupping his cheek sweetly. “Your eyes are getting all glazed. Let me put this food away and we can go cuddle in your nest and call Eddie, okay?”
Any protests he has die on his tongue when he remembers that Argyle is here to take care of him. He’s not Steve’s mate, but he is his alpha for now.
Steve nods, putting a little space between them. Without thinking, he laces their fingers together and picks up a few of the bags. Argyle smiles, picking up the rest and walking with him to the kitchen.
The alpha lets him hold onto him while he puts the food away with one hand, like a parent with a needy child. He hums softly as he makes sure to leave out a few water bottles and some granola bars, shoving them in one bag and bringing that along as he leads them upstairs.
He follows along, body getting more tired the longer he tries to stand.
By the time they make it to the bed, Steve’s ready to collapse.
Argyle must see it in his face because he sets the bag on the bedside table before scooping Steve up and settling him into the blankets.
“Do you want to keep Eddie’s shirt on you? Or I could wrap it around one of the pillows if you’re gonna be too hot?” Argyle offers, wording it carefully in order to not make it sound like a demand.
Steve appreciates the kindness.
He will indeed be too hot if he keeps it on, but his alpha’s scent needs to be with him. In order to feel safe, he needs the reminder that Eddie is his mate.
“Can you… pillow?” Steve tries to reply, but the words feel heavy.
Argyle smiles, reaching for the hem of his shirt and slowly pulling it off the omega. He then takes it and stuffs a pillow inside, placing it next to Steve so he can bury his face in it. The effect is calming beyond belief.
“Thanks, alpha,” he mumbles.
They both seem a bit surprised by the term of affection, but Argyle doesn’t correct him. Instead, he pulls his phone out and begins to make a call. It doesn't ring for long before Eddie's image is on the screen as it’s held in front of Steve’s face.
“Hey, kitten. I see Argyle is there with you. Are you doing okay so far?” Eddie asks him. His tone is so gentle, it makes Steve want to cry. He feels so loved right now, being taken care of by his two favorite alphas.
He nods.
“Stevie, do you want me to leave my clothes on for cuddles or can I take them off?” Argyle asks softly, one of his hands resting on Steve’s bare shoulder and rubbing at his skin soothingly.
“Off,” he chirps.
Steve himself is only in panties, but the idea of Argyle’s bigger naked body spooning up against his has him getting wet again. He squirms a bit to try and alleviate the need for friction. Clenching his thighs together somehow makes it better and worse.
Eddie's voice is kind, but firm, when he corrects Steve with, “Baby, I know you know how to say please and thank you. Argyle is there to help you feel better, so I expect you to use your best manners for him. Make sure he knows how much you appreciate him taking care of you.”
He swallows. Acknowledging all of this makes his mouth go dry with a mixture of anticipation and nerves.
“Thank you, alph- Argyle,” Steve slips up once more. His face must show his internal panic because Eddie gives him a reassuring smile when he looks at his mate for approval.
“Honey, why don’t you ask Argyle if he’s okay being called alpha. I bet he wouldn’t mind. I certainly don’t. He’s taking care of my beautiful omega in heat, he’s allowed to be called alpha if he wants to be,” Eddie soothes him.
Argyle chuckles at that, but brushes a lock of hair behind Steve’s ear. “You can call me alpha if you’d like, Stevie. Do you mind if I call you nice names too or would you rather that was just for your mate?”
He blushes hard at the question, unsure if he’s allowed to like someone else calling him sweet things. Steve looks to Eddie for help once more.
Again, his alpha is so gentle when he says, “Whatever you want, love. You don’t need to ask me what you’re allowed to do. I gave Argyle my blessing to take care of you however you need. He knows our safewords too, so if someone crosses a boundary or needs to stop, you’ll still be safe.”
A tear runs down his face. It’s a happy one this time.
His mate loves him so much that he thought of just about everything in order to make sure he can relax.
“I want nice words and names,” Steve confirms to Argyle.
The alpha gives him a smile before beginning to finally strip his own clothes off. He can’t seem to pry his eyes away from the smooth olive skin that’s revealed inch by glorious inch.
Of course he’s seen Argyle shirtless before, but never like this.
Never with the intention of rubbing against his bare chest or having it pressed against him, all sweaty and warm.
His long legs and thick thighs are unveiled after that as the alpha loses his pants. Left in just his boxers and socks, Argyle chuckles at his unblinking stare.
“Do you like how he looks, kitten? Do you think Argyle’s handsome?” Eddie asks in a hushed tone, one that tells Steve he’s trying not to freak the omega out by saying too much too soon.
But he’s just lost enough in his haze of heat to not care.
“Yeah, Eds. I do. Argyle’s really hot,” Steve states easily, still not looking away.
Argyle’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise, staring Steve down as he steps out of his socks. Staying in his boxers, the alpha crawls into bed next to him, pressing right up against Steve’s back.
The feel of a round belly and hard cock rubbing against his back sends a shiver down his spine. Even clothed, Steve can tell that it’s gotta be huge. So much for modesty when the alpha can’t hide his arousal.
When a large arm wraps around Steve’s belly and holds him close, keeping their skin pressed tightly against one another, he whines.
“You’re so small, Stevie,” Argyle states happily, burying his nose in the omega’s neck this time. He inhales slowly, exhaling with a soft moan of pleasure. “Smell so good too. Sweet like a strawberry, baby.”
That innocent little nickname has him trembling and his pussy practically begging for attention. Hearing it out of Argyle’s mouth just makes it all the more naughty, enticing in a forbidden fruit sort of way. They’re both aware of how much bigger Argyle is than him.
“Manners, sweet boy,” Eddie reminds him gently. “Argyle likes how tiny you are. Do you like it too, kitten? I think you do.”
His mate egging him on brings a deeper flush to his cheeks. He nods with embarrassment. Eddie can see right through him and apparently so can Argyle.
“S’okay, sweetie. I can tell how much you like it. You smell so wet, Stevie. Can I touch you there? Just wanna feel your cute little panties. Won’t do it bare yet,” Argyle breathes into his ear, his lips brushing there just enough to have Steve’s body wound tight.
“Please touch me,” he whimpers, shakily grabbing at Argyle’s hand and guiding it further down his stomach. His belly twitches until calloused skin finds his underwear. The alpha’s fingers just brush the edge of the fabric, nudging along the divide, but he keeps his promise not to touch him fully yet.
His pointer drags over the fabric, avoiding his cocklette in favor of running along his slit. He traces it slowly with just enough pressure to part Steve’s lips gently. The omega practically jumps at the touch.
Slick pours from his clenching hole, demanding to be filled by an alpha. It spasms just from the teasing.
“More, please more, alpha,” he begs.
“He likes when you kiss behind his ear,” Eddie chimes in hoarsely.
Argyle hums, pressing the smallest of kisses there that has Steve ready to snap. His whole body feels twitchy, on edge. Whines slip unbidden from his mouth.
What actually does it is the way the alpha’s finger presses just a bit harder, parting him enough to rub against his hidden entrance through the soaked cotton. He can’t get more than the tip of his thick finger to dip inside with the restriction of the elastic, but it’s enough to have Steve’s thighs shaking and his cocklette to finish soiling his panties.
His legs clamp together, holding Argyle’s hand in place as he shakes. Tiny noises of pleasure spill from his mouth at the mess he’s made.
They’re met with a chorus of praises from two alphas.
“Such a good boy, kitten. Cumming on Argyle’s hand so pretty like that,” Eddie rasps out. “Wait until you get his cock, baby. You’ll be such a messy omega.”
“You feel so warm and wet for me, sweet kitten. Can’t wait to actually finger you and make you cum again and again for me,” Argyle agrees.
Steve lets out a squeal of need. He can only take so much teasing. Even having just finished, he’s rearing to go again already. This is only the beginning. He won’t have any real satisfaction until he’s been knotted- bred.
The good news is that omegas can’t get pregnant from anyone but their mate, so they don’t need to be overly safe about this. Condoms will make cleaning up easier since Eddie normally licks him clean afterwards and he doesn’t expect that level of devotion from Argyle. But they’re not truly necessary.
“Stevie?” Eddie asks, a little less hungry, more soothing. His eyes snap open. He didn’t even realize he’d closed them at some point. “Are you ready for more? I think you’re gonna kill Argyle if he doesn't get to bury his knot in your sweet little pussy soon.”
“Jesus,” Argyle groans, giving a little pushing motion with his hips against Steve’s back. His hardon rubs there, making the omega well aware of how ready the alpha is to fuck him fully.
Steve nods tiredly, rolling onto his back to see Argyle better.
“Can I see you?”
The alpha doesn’t ask him to clarify what he’s talking about. He simply reaches for his boxers and drags them down his body, tossing them with the rest of his clothes in some pile on the floor nearby.
Immediately, his eyes are glued to what he finds between Argyle’s legs.
He’s massive.
Of course, Steve kind of figured that his friend would be packing. It makes sense. Argyle is a big dude, in both height and weight. As athletic as Steve is, Argyle makes him look like a shrimp in comparison.
But holy shit. Even Eddie (who has a decently large dick for an alpha, at least from the porn Steve’s seen), doesn’t have anything nearly as long or girthy as what Argyle was apparently hiding in his pants.
“Eddie,” Steve breathes out, turning the phone to make sure his mate has the same viewpoint as him. “That’s uh- he’s huge.”
His alpha whistles low, full of amusement when he comments, “Doesn’t seem like he’ll have a hard time keeping you pleased then. Huh, sweetheart? Don’t you love being stretched open?” The fact that his own mate is discussing how he’s going to end up split on a huge cock makes him sweat.
Argyle gives Steve a shy smile, leaning back and taking himself in his own fist, pumping slowly a few times. A low moan leaves the alpha’s mouth at the feeling, his erection growing a bit more.
“It’s not that big, is it?”
If anyone else were to ask such a thing, Steve would assume they were being facetious. But Argyle seems genuinely humble about the goddamn monster attached to him, like he genuinely doesn’t know that it’s unreasonably large.
As it is, he’s sure Argyle means it. The man clearly has no clue of his own size.
His voice shakes a bit when he responds, “It’s really big, alpha. I- I’ve never taken anyone but Eddie before.” Steve tries not to sound like he’s comparing, but he has to admit, “You’re a lot bigger than he is.”
“Oh,” Argyle looks pleasantly surprised by this information, his cheeks flushing. “Well, then we should probably start stretching you, honey. Can I take these off? I’d really like to see how beautiful you are.” He runs his hands along Steve’s sides, thumbs catching on the edges of his panties, just playing with the elastic there.
The alpha waits for his shaky nod of confirmation before he hooks a grip on either side fully, slowly pulling them down Steve’s legs and off him completely.
As the cool air hits his heated skin, it sends a shiver down his spine. His legs close tight, a mixture of discomfort from the temperature and traces of anxiety at actually doing the thing.
Bare body exposed to someone who isn’t his mate. And enjoying it.
“So cute,” Argyle compliments him, running a hand down his thigh, avoiding his actual sex. “You okay, pretty boy?”
The words get stuck in his throat. He wants this, he really does. But it’s new and unexpected. Heats make him feel so vulnerable and Argyle doesn’t know him like Eddie does.
His eyes get a bit watery again, but he scrunches them shut to try and stop himself from overreacting and freaking Argyle out.
“Kitten? Do you need a break? You can stop at any time if you need to, nobody will be upset with you if it’s too much,” Eddie tells him, sounding completely calm. Steve believes him. If he says their safeword, Argyle would leave him right now without an argument and they’d never talk about this again.
But he needs it. Needs an alpha to take care of him.
In this instant, he needs Argyle.
“Just nervous,” he whines. Gentle hands lay him on his back, moving slowly as Argyle positions himself between Steve’s legs and gives him a reassuring smile.
Eddie coos softly, “I know, sweet thing. But you don’t need to be. You know why? Because your alphas are gonna take care of you. You’re gonna feel so good and full, you won’t even remember what you were worried about, okay?”
He nods again, this time reaching up and pulling Argyle down against him. The alpha’s cock gets pressed against his belly as his lips brush over Steve’s jaw.
Small kisses are peppered along the skin there, just gentle and full of affection.
They’re probably a distraction for the hand that creeps between his legs, just spreading his thighs wide enough to slide a finger along his slit again. The touch has him gushing out more slick, coating the digit thoroughly.
Lips navigate down his throat and toward his shoulder, staying clear of his bonding bite. Argyle is smart enough not to try and suggest anything that would challenge his mating claim.
“Start slow, Argyle. Just one for now. Your fingers are bigger than mine too and he’s gonna need more prep than usual,” Eddie instructs the other alpha. His voice is tender with a smidge of excitement creeping in.
His mate likes the idea of him opening up for their friend, letting Argyle touch where only Eddie has before.
“Please,” Steve whimpers, attempting to grind himself against his hand.
Argyle’s nose drags along his throat so he can breathe hotly into his ear again. “Relax, little kitten. Gonna stretch you good for me, I promise.” His slick-soaked finger nudges against Steve’s hole, just rubbing around the edges for a moment. “Can I finger you, Stevie?”
Being asked for permission so sweetly just makes him even more eager. His frantic nod practically makes him dizzy.
The alpha chuckles, sliding it in carefully. It’s a smooth entry, but he doesn’t slow down. Argyle pushes all the way to the knuckle before pulling back and starting up an efficient pace to have him clenching on the single finger.
“He’s so small. One finger already looks like so much,” Argyle says with reverence.
Eddie was right, Argyle’s fingers are bigger. One of his fingers feels like two of his mate’s skinny guitar player fingers.
“Stevie, hand Argyle the phone please, love,” Eddie instructs him.
He obeys, despite the weak grip he has on the phone now. Steve has to keep his own legs spread apart when Argyle takes the device with his free hand.
“You wanna see?” Argyle asks knowingly, directing the camera between the omega’s legs without halting his motions. “He’s such a pretty omega, even his hole is cute.”
He squeaks at the idea that they’re both looking at where he’s getting stretched, leering at his pussy like it’s on the menu for dessert.
“Fuck, you cunt is so wet today, Stevie. Is it always that sticky, or are you just extra excited for Argyle to have you?” Eddie suggests, his voice verging on a growl.
The suggestion that he wants a replacement more than his own alpha is a bit laughable, but it makes his brain fuzzy. He’s never been into degradation in bed, but this light encouragement telling him it’s okay to act a little slutty with his mate’s permission is pleasant.
“Maybe,” Steve agrees quietly. “His fingers are nice and big.”
“I bet another one would feel even better,” Eddie remarks sweetly. “I think he can take another, Argyle. Don’t you?”
Argyle doesn’t respond with words, just a hum and a second finger nudging at his entrance, pressing in along the first carefully. He goes a little slower this time, aware that rushing would probably be a bad idea.
Steve forces himself to relax, to accept the intrusion.
“Good boy,” Argyle praises him, working both fingers in and out now, changing the angle a bit each time until he finds his goal. “There we are.”
“Oh!” Steve squeals, his legs shaking as the alpha adjusts his hand to make sure he’s at least grazing the spot each time. His body get even warmer, looser as he’s worked open so gently.
“You can spread them a bit and then try another. He’ll loosen up quickly if you keep that up,” Eddie chimes in. “Stevie doesn’t mind a little sting.”
Argyle listens to the instructions, making his hole burn at the pressure of a third thick finger. His mate is of course correct though, even if Eddie has never explicitly asked him. After so long together, his mate just knows him and his body, knows exactly what he likes and how. The hint of pain is grounding.
This time, he only gives Steve a minute before pulling them apart, spreading him even further open.
“Ready for more, sweetie?” Argyle asks, leaning down to kiss the side of his knee so gently. His friend is so gentle with him, it’s hard not to feel ready to skip ahead to the main event already.
“Good enough, alpha. Just- just fuck me,” he whines.
Eddie, however, is a goddamn cockblock.
“I know three is normally enough to prep you, kitten, but you’re gonna need a fist first if you want to take his knot. It’s a lot bigger than mine is. We don’t want to hurt you. Be a good boy and relax, let him fist you, baby.” He sounds far too excited to watch someone stick a fist inside his mate, but even that gets Steve going.
The omega whines with frustration again, but allows Argyle to nudge a pinkie inside him, going slow as he forces yet more of his hand into Steve’s leaking pussy. Wet noises fill the bedroom, evidence of how much he’s succumbed to the heat hormones. His slick flows freely, covering the alpha’s entire hand, wrist, even leaking down his arm.
By now, Eddie would normally be knot deep in him, filling him up until he cries to be pupped.
It’s hard not to be a bit impatient.
“Shit, you’re tight,” Argyle groans, eyes wide and transfixed on his stretched open hole.
Four fingers feels like the equivalent of Eddie’s knot, which is a lot. He tries not to wince, but it’s definitely a snug fit. Steve tries to wiggle his hips, to force himself to take what he’s being given without complaining.
“Stevie, babylove, rub your cocklette. Make yourself feel good, focus on that,” Eddie commands him lovingly, making sure he knows he’s not being given a choice in the matter.
One of his hands drifts across his front, down to his belly and finds the small appendage leaking onto his stomach. There’s a puddle of fluid on his lower belly from his pleasure.
He takes two fingers and his thumb, gripping his tiny cocklette and beginning a slow pace to take the edge off. It’s a sufficient distraction from the discomfort in his hole and he feels his muscles release their tension as he continues.
“There you go, darling,” Eddie encourages him. “Such a pretty little cocklette. You’re just gushing all over the place, aren’t you?”
Before he can answer, Argyle confirms, “His cunt is still clenching and leaking everywhere. Never seen an omega get this wet, even during a heat.”
Steve can’t help but beam with pride at the encouragement. His alphas are so good to him, they know what he needs to hear.
“I can- another, alpha. You can do another,” Steve begs, pushing himself onto the ones already inside him to show that he can handle it.
Argyle kisses his thigh this time, dragging his tongue closer and closer to his pussy without acknowledging his request. His teeth nip at a few choice spots, making Steve whimper and stroke at his length a little rougher.
“Don’t tense up, Stevie, okay? Last one and then you can have my cock, baby.”
There’s no pause between the gentle words and a thumb rubbing along his entrance, tucking into his pussy with the rest of Argyle’s hand. The alpha puts a bit of force behind his intrusion, not allowing Steve to tighten up from the burn of pain that comes from the action.
“Ah!” He can’t help the little yip of surprise that escapes him along with a few tears that spill over from the sting.
Another little push and the pressure eases down a bit, allowing him to relax and breathe through it. He continues to stroke himself, focusing on his pleasure and fullness instead.
“Fuck, kitten. Argyle’s wrist deep in you. Does it feel good, sweetheart? Are you full of him?” Eddie rambles, sounding like he’s ready to pop his own knot at the sight in front of him.
He can’t see the phone screen, but he’s willing to bet his mate’s pupils are blown wide open in interest. Afterall, Eddie’s only ever fisted him once and his hands are significantly smaller than Argyle’s.
Steve bears down, forcing himself to loosen up and allow the alpha to be able to move his fingers inside.
“So warm and tight, Stevie,” Argyle muses with adoration dripping from his smooth voice. He must be pressing against Steve’s walls, looking for his spot again because he can feel his insides stroked until he melts with pleasure when it's found. “Gonna take it out now so I can fuck you, baby.”
He doesn’t mean to whine about that, especially since he was just urging Argyle to skip ahead a few minutes ago, but the pseudo knot in him is satisfying in its own way. It’s bigger than anything he’s ever taken and a part of him feels warm at the idea of it filling him up completely.
Eddie chastises him softly, “C’mon, sweet boy. Let Argyle get to enjoy your cute little pussy too. You’re being selfish by laying there on his fist like a spoiled omega when he’s probably so hard for you. Don’t you want him to feel good too?”
Steve glances down to see Argyle’s erection is plump and red, the tip leaking all over his thigh where it’s pushed against. His cock is so big that it can’t stand against his stomach, it falls over from the sheer heft.
Fuck.
That does it for him.
He lets go of his cocklette.
“Want your cock now, Argyle. Can take it out,” Steve mumbles. It makes the alpha smile softly at him, not acknowledging the painful looking hard-on he’s sporting from the long wait to get his own pleasure from this.
He focuses on pushing while Argyle slowly wiggles his hand out. It causes an embarrassing popping noise to sound when it’s finally come loose.
His face is a bit red from it, knowing he’s so wet and ready for more that his hole didn’t want to let go. The sheer anticipation of his friend getting to fill him and knot him while his mate watches has him practically drooling.
“How should I fuck our pretty kitten, Eddie?” Argyle asks, reaching up with his clean hand to stroke Steve’s cheek tenderly. The fact that his mate is being asked and not him, makes him mewl. “I can do it like this, but I’d have to move to knot him properly. Or I could lay him on his side and go from behind maybe?”
Eddie chuckles at their friend’s suggestions. Steve glances at the phone in Argyle’s hand to see his mate stroking his own cock on his hotel bed, clearly enjoying himself.
“I think you should fuck him on his side and hold his leg up. Make him hold the phone so I can see his needy hole get stuffed full of cock,” he suggests casually, like he’s not talking about his omega getting knotted by another man.
“Please. I want that, please alpha,” Steve whines, grabbing at Argyle and trying to pull him down for a kiss. Anything to try and tempt him into giving in to his requests.
Argyle nicely turns his cheek, allowing the omega’s lips to land there instead.
He lets out a small noise of hurt and confusion, unsure why he’s been rejected. Not that the alpha has kissed him on the mouth yet, but he’d assumed that was something people could do when they were having casual sex.
Eddie is the one to answer him, voice kind, but serious, “Sorry, baby boy. Should’ve told you earlier, but I forgot. My only boundary was that Argyle doesn’t kiss you on the mouth. That’s mine. He can kiss you anywhere and everywhere else.” He looks a bit embarrassed to admit this, but Steve is endeared greatly by the sentiment.
The sting of rejection melts into affection for his mate. His alpha loves him so much, it’s actually a bit ridiculous. Steve has no qualms with being kissed on the mouth, but Eddie set a boundary and it feels as romantic as it is silly.
Dick in his cunt? Sure.
Mouth on mouth? Absolutely not. Unreasonable.
Steve loves Eddie so much that it’s unreasonable sometimes.
Oh well.
“Okay, Eds,” he agrees. His face probably tells his mate exactly what he’s thinking, but that’s alright. “Argyle, babe, can you fuck me now before I soak this entire bed with slick? I’m pretty sure I’m close already.”
Argyle presses his own kiss to Steve’s cheek before handing him the phone and grabbing something from the side table. It takes him a moment to realize the alpha is putting a condom on.
A brief pang of disappointment hits him, but he brushes it aside. He likes being filled, even if for no other reason than the mess makes his inner omega happy. Steve likes feeling thoroughly bred during his heat.
He and Eddie aren’t trying for pups yet, but talk about breeding and pups is always on the table when they get horny.
When he finishes, Argyle rolls Steve onto his side, settling himself behind the omega. He gets a grip on his leg and lifts it easily, making room for his cock between Steve’s thighs.
He ruts forward, letting his length rub along the omega’s pussy teasingly. A few more times of this has him leaking slick all over again, this time coating Argyle’s dick completely until the head presses against his hole with every thrust.
Steve glances down at the phone in his hands to see what his mate is doing.
Eddie smiles at him and reminds him gently, “You gotta move the phone so I can see, darling boy. Your face is stunning, but I’d like to watch your pretty cunt get split apart right now.”
He blushes, but nods and moves his hand so the camera is pointed between his spread legs where Argyle’s sliding himself.
“Oh baby, he's so huge. Do you think your pussy is still going to be loose from him when I'm back home? I bet when I try to knot you, it won’t even lock into place by the time he’s done with you.” Steve moans at that, especially when it lines up perfectly with Argyle finally slotting the head of his erection into his hole.
Steve squeals as his pussy is slowly filled with a fat girth of alpha cock. Argyle goes slow and gentle, inching his way inside at an agonizing pace. He’s not sure if that makes it easier to take or harder.
“Stevie, shit, you’re so tiny. So goddamn tight and warm and wet,” Argyle mumbles into his neck, kissing anywhere his mouth can reach.
The omega whimpers at the stretch of his entrance being pushed to its limits once again. If this is how his dick feels, he can’t even imagine what his friend’s knot will do to him.
“Eddie, he’s so big. Filling me so well,” he tells his mate. It feels like his alpha needs to know exactly how well he’s being taken care of. “You can go faster, Argyle. I can take it, I swear. Eddie likes to go until I’m crying.”
Argyle lets out a growl, the most alpha-like noise he’s made so far. For such a gentle man, his alpha side doesn’t show that often.
His fingers gripping Steve’s thigh tighten, digging into his muscle there as he holds it more securely. It’s the only preamble to Argyle obeying his whining and begging.
In a matter of seconds, he goes from slowly sliding in to shoving the rest of the way into Steve’s pussy, bottoming out until his knot is the one thing pressed against his entrance. Before he can react, Argyle’s withdrawing and thrusting forward again.
For as tight as he is, it takes a moment for him to stop clenching and let the alpha establish a smooth rhythm, but then it’s glorious. He doesn’t need to make demands of Argyle because the man is going as hard and fast as he likes, filling Steve up exactly how he wanted it.
“Shit, pound him good,” Eddie encourages the other alpha loudly. “God, his pretty little cunt was just made to take alpha cock. He’s got a fucking puddle under him, he’s enjoying it so much. Speak up, kitten, tell your alphas how much you love this.”
Steve lets out a sob of pleasure, the huge cock in him finding the right place and nailing it with uncanny precision. His body gets so loose and warm, drifting right into his fuzzy headspace of his heat.
Being dominated while full of hormones and the need to be bred always has him crying.
“Feels so good, alphas. Thank you, thank you!” Steve cries, gripping the bed sheet with his free hand. The arm holding the phone is aching from being forced to hold it between his legs, but he’d sooner die than cut his mate off from the show.
His grip does shake for a moment, moving the camera up a bit until he gets a better hold on the phone. In that time, Eddie lets out a growl.
“Baby, let me see your belly.” It’s a weird request, but he complies, angling the camera up again. “Fuck, you can see his cock through your tummy. Can you reach down and feel it, honey? Wanna see you touch it.”
Some drool definitely spills onto the pillow under his head at the idea, but he lets go of the sheets to obey the order, sliding down his belly until he feels the little bump. Argyle’s dick is so thick and long that it pokes out of him, fills his insides so well that even his mate can see it through the phone.
“Oh,” Steve breathes in surprise. “Cause I’m too small for it.”
His mate lets out a strangled noise of pleasure that makes the omega smile wide in satisfaction.
Knowing that Eddie is enjoying this almost as much as him makes it so much better.
Argyle moans in his ear again, his teeth gliding along the shell and nipping there lightly. It’s not the first time the alpha has tried to bite him, but he’s not done much in that realm, surprising for how often their designation usually enjoys marking territory. He doesn’t break skin or even do more than nibble, but it feels nice.
“Stevie, I’ve never been inside someone so tight and small. Feels so good. Let me know when you’re close. I won’t knot until you’re ready for me. This is all for you, sweet boy,” Argyle lets him know, changing his pace a bit to be deeper and lingering on the way he presses in, trying to make sure he gets the maximum pleasure possible.
It’s so sweet and makes him feel so loved and cherished. For some reason, that has him closer than even having his cunt pounded into oblivion.
Regardless, he still wants Eddie’s permission. His mate is the third party in this and it only feels right to ask.
“Can I, Eds? Am I allowed to cum? I want his knot so bad, want it to fill me up til I’m even more full. Can I have it?” Steve begs, outright crying at how desperate he is to finish.
Even with his excess heat stamina, he’s beginning to get a bit tired and needy.
Eddie bites at his seeking approval, groaning at the way Steve asks him like a needy slut. “Yeah, baby. You want Argyle to knot you up? Even though he can’t pup you, honey? You just want your little hole to be stuffed. Go ahead, kitten. Be a good boy and take it for your alpha.”
Steve can feel hot tears run down his face, body so hot and ready to have what he needs.
His prayers are answered by Argyle’s knot pressing against his pussy, slipping inside a bit as it starts to grow. The alpha’s getting closer, smacking himself harder into Steve over and over as he prepares to lock inside.
“Please, please knot me!”
Argyle bites on his shoulder at the same time his knot finally bullies its way in, stretching him open about as wide as his fist had been earlier. It hurts in the most deliciously satisfying way.
“Fuck, baby, fuck,” Argyle groans as he mouths at the spot he’d bitten, kissing away the hurt.
Steve clenches down hard, his pussy spasming in response to the knot and his cocklette squirting across his belly as he reaches his finish finally. His cunt milks the knot inside of him so nicely, his inner omega wanting to be pumped full of alpha cum in a desperate way.
The warm wetness that floods his insides is so soothing and settling.
At least until he remembers that Argyle had put a condom on. He can feel the tenseness in both their bodies as they seem to realize what happened and try to decide how to handle the situation appropriately.
“What’s wrong, baby? You normally babble when you’re being knotted,” Eddie points out, sounding hoarse himself. Steve lifts the phone up to his face to see his mate had cum all over his own stomach, making a mess on himself.
His nervous face (and Argyle’s behind him) give them away even more.
“Um,” Steve hesitates, unsure what to say exactly.
Argyle is nice enough to sheepishly tell him, “I think the condom broke. I’m clean and he can’t get pregnant from me, but I thought maybe that would be asking for too much to cum inside Stevie.”
It’s a sweet sentiment, even if it’s unnecessary.
Eddie’s face finally relaxes and a cocky smile takes over. “Mmmm, you’re just too big for him, huh? My tight boy’s little pussy just ripped that condom to shreds.” He laughs gently at their stunned faces. “I don’t care, honestly. Just means more cleanup for you two.”
Steve can’t help but giggle at that, smiling fully at his mate now. Everything feels so much better now that he’s had some of the heat daze fought back by a proper knot. Unfortunately, it leaves the exhaustion behind and he tries to not immediately pass out.
“You can nap, sweetie. I’ll let you know when my knot goes down. Shouldn’t take long since I’m not your mate,” Argyle tells him, kissing sweetly behind his ear.
He smiles at that, feeling very loved and protected in this moment.
The other alpha yanks a sheet over them to keep him from the chill of the room and lets him doze off for a bit. Eddie never hangs up either, just stays on the screen where Steve propped the phone next to him.
Before long, Argyle’s kissing his shoulder to get his attention.
“Hey, cutie. Gonna pull out in a second, okay? I wanna check and make sure I didn’t hurt you before I clean up,” he explains softly, barely louder than a whisper.
He nods sleepily, one eye popping open to see Eddie still watching from the phone. His mate is dressed now, just in boxers, but he’d clearly cleaned himself up during Steve’s nap.
It jolts him when Argyle finally wiggles free of the clutch of his hole, gripping himself tightly and pulling out as slowly as he can.
His limbs are manipulated until he’s on his back again, legs pushed up to his chest without a fight. Gentle fingers brush along his pussy, not trying to do anything besides make sure that he’s okay. It really was a stretch, so he wouldn’t be surprised if he was a bit swollen down there.
“Can I see, Argyle?” Steve clumsily grabs the phone and tosses it in the vague direction of the alpha.
“Fuck,” Eddie comments soflty, reverently. “You’re so full and puffy, kitten. How’s it feel?”
Steve whines at that. He’s too tired to go for another round right now and his mate isn’t helping. However, his non-horny brain is feeling a bit possessive over his alpha.
It takes a bit of effort, but he focuses hard on pushing Argyle’s cum out.
A bit breathlessly, he lets Eddie know, “Not gonna keep it in me, Eds. I’m a good omega. Your mate. Want your pups.”
Both alphas moan at the display and he feels more than accomplished.
Eddie’s the one who demands raspily, “Can you reach in the side table to your left? Should be something to help with that.” Steve’s too tired for that sentence to make sense, so he relaxes back into the bed, waiting for the alpha to help clean him up. Argyle leans over and opens the drawer, pulling something out.
“Found it,” Argyle remarks with a bit of awe in his voice. “Should I just…”
Steve’s mate hums in agreement softly and then something is pressing at his hole again, causing him to yelp at the sudden intrusion. Now he remembers what they keep in that drawer.
“If you leave the plug in, he’ll stay floaty longer and you won’t need to knot him again for a few hours. My secret to not getting milked dry by this insatiable little minx. He’s being a cheeky brat about your load, but keeping it inside will make him happier,” Eddie laughs, sounding far too fond to actually be complaining about Steve’s libido.
“So mean to me…” Steve whines, but it ends in a yawn.
Argyle’s gentle hands run through his hair sweetly, pushing it back from his face. “Be right back. Still need to clean us up before we take another nap.”
He nods in agreement, not really caring what happens at this point. But it’s nice to have someone wipe him down, swap the sheets out, and give him a few sips of water before he’s ready to conk out for longer.
When they’re both snuggled up again in a clean bed, phone propped to the side still, Steve’s mouth gets a bit dry. Empty, if you will.
He knows what he wants, but not how to ask for it. Which is ridiculous because he’s said a lot of embarrassing things to his friend today in the name of sex.
Instead, Steve looks to Eddie for help.
“Empty, alpha,” he whines, batting his eyes and pouting his lips, hoping he can translate properly. His own head is too fuzzy, too sleepy to explain to Argyle what he needs.
Eddie smiles kindly at him, nodding slowly.
“Hey, Argyle? How would you feel about letting Steve cockwarm you in his mouth? He gets kind of needy after he cums sometimes and he feels empty, even if his hole is stuffed full still.” Eddie’s explanation is so loving, full of clear affection for the omega.
Argyle kisses his shoulder, turning Steve to face him better.
“You want to do that, sweetheart? Can you make yourself comfortable or do you need help?”
He shakes his head, feeling just awake enough to figure it out himself. Steve wiggles his way down the bed, finding Argyle’s clean, soft cock against his thigh and nosing against it.
It doesn’t necessarily need to be hard, even if it’s probably going to end up that way. Eddie always ends up all drippy in his mouth when they do this. He can’t help from sucking and licking until his mate is forced to restrain himself.
Steve opens his mouth, slotting his mouth against the head and pulling just a couple inches inside. It rests heavy on his tongue, but his natural taste is so clean and spicy. Argyle has always smelled nice to him, truly. Makes it easy for him to suckle on the appendage thoughtlessly, his eyes slipping closed as he drapes an arm around the alpha’s thigh, hugging himself against Argyle’s leg.
“Shit, Eddie. He’s so goddamn cute. I can’t believe you two live like this. Smells like an ice cream shop in here, it’s so sweet,” Argyle whispers.
He can’t help but smile at the compliment. His scent is sugary, he’s been told by many an alpha. Eddie in particular loves to eat him out until his whole face tastes like a vanilla sundae with lots of whipped cream and a cherry on top.
“Let me see my boy and then I’ll let you two go until he wakes up. He’s always so adorable when he wants to suckle. Such a good baby,” Eddie coos, mindful of Steve’s state. His voice is close, Argyle moving the phone nearer to his face.
He’s just awake enough to smile a bit at how gone Eddie is for him. Practically whipped for Steve.
His mate’s voice is quieter when Argyle takes the phone away a moment later. Still, he listens out of curiosity as he starts to drift even more.
“Think you’d be willing to help outside of his heats too? I hate leaving him alone in that empty house when I tour. Maybe we can come to an arrangement. I know that’s not exactly what you were agreeing to when you said you’d be an emergency contact in case my omega ever needed an alpha friend to help out, but I think we can all say this was a success.”
Argyle’s belly shakes a bit in laughter, clearly agreeing with the understatement of the year being made by Eddie.
“Yeah, when I said I’d take care of Steve if anything ever happened and you couldn’t be here… I didn’t think I’d be fucking your mate while you watched, but I’m not objecting. He’s a real sweetheart and you know our friendship means a lot to me, man. I’ll call you when he wakes up again for round two. Get some sleep too,” Argyle replies kindly.
“Thanks, dude. The concert was rescheduled for tomorrow, but his heat should be done by then. His body follows a pretty strict twenty-four hour schedule from the time he wakes with symptoms. I'll talk to you later, take care of my baby for me.” Eddie’s voice is so tender, bordering on a rare show of vulnerability. Steve knows his mate wishes he could be with them. He can feel it through the bond.
A hand drifts down to scratch lightly over his back, making him relax even further into the bed and the cock resting in his mouth. There’s nowhere he’d like to be more in this moment than sated, plugged, and stuffed.
This is his favorite part of heat.
The affection, the devotion, the satisfaction.
He’s so loved.
“Night, Stevie.”