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Shouto stares down at the small mountain of various blankets, fabric, and clothing. The familiar burn of frustration crawls down his throat to burrow in his chest. He hears the echoes of laissez-faire platitudes about the wonderful benefits of nesting. It came easily to every omega he’s met. But in his childhood home, nothing was further from the truth.
Now he’s a 28 year old fighting a losing battle against the sting of tears.
“Shou.” A gruff kind voice yanks him up above the sea of his dark thoughts. The other person enters his room, bringing with him the scent of oranges and anise. Already, some of the coiled tension beneath Shouto’s skin begins to loosen.
Katsuki comes to stand beside him, peering at the pile on the floor. “You’re not alone anymore, dammit.”
“How could you possibly help?” There’s an edge of bitterness in Shouto’s tone, but Katsuki doesn’t rise to meet it.
Instead, he reaches out to entwine his fingers through Shouto’s and answers, “I’m an omega, too. I’ve told you already—I’ll teach you everything your family failed to. When I’m done with you, you’ll be building a nest almost as good as mine.”
“Uh huh,” Shouto returns dryly.
“Besides,” Katsuki bumps their shoulders, “no matter what your nest looks like, Eijirou and I will love you so fucking much, unconditionally. Got it?”
From the open doorway, Eijirou adds, “All that matters is that it’s a nest that makes you feel safe and happy. How many things are in it and what it looks like doesn’t matter if you don’t want to be in it.”
As Eijirou moves into the room, he brings his scent with him; mahogany accented by nutmeg twines around Katsuki’s aroma, building on top of Shouto’s honeydew and sea salt. Eijirou comes up behind them both, throwing his arms over their shoulders and planting a kiss first on Katsuki’s temple and then a lingering one to the crown of Shouto’s head.
“And you’ll have us both every step of the way to finding what kind of nest you need.”
Shouto blinks, feeling his throat tightened for a different reason.
Instead of letting himself get swept up in a torrent of deep fondness and relief, Shouto looks at Eijirou with a curious frown. “But you’re an alpha. How can you help?”
“Ha!” Eijirou grins as he rubs his neck. “I can scent things you want to use! That’s an important task and I’m the only one who can give you my scent!”
Shouto finally smiles. The tears that had burned for release shimmering in his gaze happily. When he finds his voice, it's low and brimming with affection. "Thank you. I love you both and...I'd like help making a new nest."
Eijirou leans down to capture Shouto's lips in a deep heart-felt kiss before pulling away, chuckling at how the other man keens for more. "Love you too. It'll be an honour."
Stepping away, Eijirou collects a few of his own pieces of clothing to scent and Katsuki crowds into Shouto's space. He takes the other omega's face into his hands, pressing their foreheads together. "No more feeling like you have to do shit on your own, okay? We're not going anywhere."
"Okay," Shouto breathes into the space between their lips. He's so lucky to have both of them. He doesn't know how he managed it with his terrible social grace, but they truly love him.
It's Shouto who closes the distance to kiss Katsuki, needing to express what he can't articulate. And Katsuki meets him in kind, pouring his passion and strength into Shouto's veins. It sparks his own desire, the kiss deepening rapidly, tongues tasting. A needy whine leaves Shouto as his hands pull Katsuki closer.
"Hey, hey." Eijirou's voice bursts the bubble of arousal they'd found themselves falling into. "Nest making first. I thought you were both tired after my rut, hm?"
Katsuki lets out a huff when he turns to glare at Eijirou, keeping himself pressed into Shouto. "Tired of rut sex doesn't mean tired of everything."
Taking the opportunity, Shouto presses his face into his omega's neck to inhale his soothing scent, his own energy falling from desire to affection smoothly. Katsuki has no objections and starts to run his hand in gentle patterns along the other man's back.
"Alright, alright. Nest and then whatever baby boy wants, we'll do that."
It pulls a purr out of Shouto as Eijirou agrees. He's not alone anymore. Maybe nest building won't be so terrible after all.