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Day 15: double penetration
The music vibrated in every corner of the club, a mix of neon lights and shadows moving to the rhythm of the bass that made the floor shake. Harry didn't usually frequent such parties, but with Louis insisting all week, he had given in. The enigma wouldn't pass up an opportunity to enjoy himself and, in his particular charming style, had convinced Harry with the promise of a fun night.
Harry watched him from the bar, where he had left his half finished drink. Louis was in the center of the dance floor, moving with the naturalness of someone who knew how attractive he was. His presence always attracted attention, but that night he had a special sparkle to him. The enigma's blue eyes sparkled under the twinkling lights as his smile was directed at Harry, as if inviting him to join in.
Louis approached, leaving the dance floor behind him, his hair tousled and face slightly flushed from the heat. He leaned close to Harry, resting an elbow on the bar and drinking the rest of Harry's drink in one gulp. The smell of the enigma was more potent, he refused to wear inhibitors on nights like that and the sweat glistening on his body only made his scent stronger.
The omega took a deep breath, trying to calm the nervousness that gripped him. For days, he had been thinking about his idea, but mustering the courage to talk to Louis seemed more difficult than he had thought. His fingers played nervously with the hem of his shirt as he watched his partner out of the corner of his eye. Louis noticed, as always, and leaned toward him with a questioning look.
“Are you all right, honey?” he asked, her voice soft but full of concern.
Harry nodded quickly, though his face betrayed his nervousness.
“Yes... Well, no. It's just that…” The words seemed to catch in his throat, and he averted his gaze to his glass, unable to meet Louis' eyes.
Louis frowned, leaning a little closer to give her room to speak.
“Tell me what's wrong, omega.”
Harry took a deep breath and looked up, finally meeting the blue eyes watching him patiently. Louis' pupils were wide dilated, his hair stuck to his forehead, and he had a very particular tooth mark on his collarbone that matched Harry's jaggedness perfectly.
“I was thinking that... maybe... we could try something different tonight.”
Louis arched an eyebrow, intrigued, but didn't interrupt. His relaxed posture gave Harry the confidence he needed to continue.
“What do you think if... if we find someone else? For... for tonight.”
For a moment, Louis looked surprised, but soon a slow smile curved his lips. His hands found Harry's waist, cradling each side with his hands carefully. He tightened his fingers and licked his lips.
“Do you want that, omega?” he asked, his tone soft but loud enough for his voice to carry over the music. “If that's what you want, we'll do it. But I want to be sure you really want it.”
Harry nodded, his face flushed but he did so with a determination that had come out of nowhere.
Louis then pulled him to the center of the dance floor where they picked up the song that was still playing. Harry pressed his back against the enigma's chest and shuddered as he felt Louis' firm touch on his hips, the enigma's large hands moving him in time to the music. His heart was pounding, not only because of the dance, but because of what he had confessed moments before. As the song boomed in his ears, he could feel Louis' warmth behind him, the enigma's breath brushing against his neck as he lowered his head to whisper.
“Relax, omega,” his fingers gently tightened around Harry's waist, tracing small circles with his thumbs. “Let's find someone.”
Harry closed his eyes for a moment, letting the music and Louis' touch help him relax. It was new, unfamiliar territory, but the security he felt with Louis was enough to keep him steadfast in his decision. Slowly, Harry opened his eyes and let his gaze wander around the dance floor. He was looking for something, or rather someone, though he wasn't sure what exactly.
His eyes fell first on the people dancing near them, but they all seemed to be either too drunk or not paying attention to him. Then he looked further out, toward the edges of the dance floor, where the lights were softer and the crowd less dense.
Louis kept Harry pressed against his chest, his hands firmly clasped on his hips as his lips trailed down the omega's neck. The music enveloped them, and even though the place was packed with people, it felt like there were only the two of them. Harry gasped softly as Louis' tongue traced a wet path across his skin, the heat of the moment making him forget his initial shyness.
“Louis…” He murmured, tugging lightly at the enigma's shirt.
Louis looked down at him, attentive as always, and noticed the direction in which Harry's eyes had traveled. Following his gaze, his own eyes fell on a woman, and a barely perceptible smile formed on his lips.
“Her?” he asked, his voice soft but clear enough for Harry to hear over the noise of the music.
The omega nodded awkwardly, his face burning with confession.
“She's... pretty. And I... I like her.”
Louis laughed softly, more amused by Harry's shyness than anything else.
What they didn't notice as they spoke was that she was already watching them from a distance. The woman had a cigarette in her hand and had noticed the exchange between the enigma and the omega almost immediately. There was something in the way Louis devoured Harry with his eyes, in how Harry trembled under his touch, that drew her in.
Leaving her cigarette butt on a nearby table, the woman strode confidently onto the dance floor, her movements catching Louis' attention even before she spoke. When she reached his side, she said nothing, simply began to sway to the music, her hips swaying close to them. Louis noticed her instantly, his eyes analyzing her quickly before smiling almost imperceptibly.
“Hello?” Louis' voice was low but laden with clear intentions as his hands continued to hold Harry.
She did not respond with words. Instead, she moved closer, positioning herself in front of Harry, locking him between them. The alpha's hands found the omega's waist, on top of Louis', and she began to move in rhythm with them, her body fitting perfectly into the dance.
Harry tensed at first, surprised by the woman's proximity. But soon, the warmth of both bodies around him, along with the alpha's firm but gentle touch, made him relax. A soft moan escaped his lips as the fingers at his waist moved lightly, brushing against his ribs.
“You look good between us,” she whispered, her breath caressing Harry's ear, who blushed deeply but didn't pull away.
Louis watched the scene with obvious satisfaction, leaning down again to kiss Harry's neck as his hands moved slowly to his abdomen. He could smell how wet Harry was getting from where he stood, his sweet smell caressing his nose gently and the omega's knees already looked shaky.
Harry let himself be guided by the woman who introduced herself as Stella in his ear with the cutest voice he had ever heard after Louis'. Harry felt his heart pounding as Stella's voice echoed softly in his ear. The alpha's confident, seductive tone contrasted with his own nervousness, but there was something reassuring in the way her hands continued to hold him firmly and gently.
“Stella,” he murmured her name, tasting it on his lips as if it were a secret.
She smiled, leaning down just barely to brush her nose against the curve of his neck, while Louis was still pressed against his back, kissing and biting gently at the skin he'd bared.
“You smell so sweet, omega,” Stella whispered, her fingers tracing a delicate path from his hips to his waist.
Louis let out a low growl, his mouth stopping just at the base of Harry's neck, where he knew he would one day leave his bond mark. He tightened his hands on his omega's abdomen, bracing his presence as if to remind him that he wasn't going to relinquish all control that night.
“With her, Harry?” Louis murmured, his voice low and direct.
Harry gulped, his chest rising and falling rapidly. The attention from both was almost overwhelming, but in the best possible way. He looked at Stella for a moment before nodding and opening his lips to respond:
“Y-yes…”
Stella's smile widened, and Louis let out a small sound of approval. They didn't need any more. Stella took Harry's hand, intertwining their fingers as if she had done it a thousand times before, and Louis led them with firm steps toward the bathrooms at the back of the club.
The space was filled with echoes of music and muffled laughter, but when the three of them found a secluded corner, everything else faded away. Stella was the first to move, pressing Harry against the wall gently but without hesitation.
“Is it okay if I kiss you?” She asked, her voice soft as her eyes met Harry's.
The omega nodded quickly, his face burning. Stella wasted no time, leaning in to catch his lips in a slow, exploratory kiss. It was different from Louis': more measured, more restrained, but just as exciting. As Harry responded tentatively to Stella's kiss, he felt Louis' hands on his hips, holding him in place. The enigma leaned down to kiss the line of his jaw, his teeth scraping softly as his hands slid Harry's curls to the side.
-You're perfect,” Louis whispered against his skin, his deep voice echoing in the omega.
The combination of his touches and lips was enough for Harry to let out a low moan, his hands clinging to Stella's neck for balance. The alpha pulled away just inches, her warm breath caressing Harry's face.
“I think we should take this somewhere more comfortable,” she suggested, shooting a glance at Louis, who nodded. “My place is a few blocks away.”
Harry nodded, his legs feeling a little unsteady as they both led him out of the bathroom. Anticipation pulsed in the air, and as they made their way toward the club's exit, Harry knew that night would mark a before and after in his relationship with Louis… and with himself.
The ride home was a whirlwind of sensations for Harry.
He was trapped between Louis and Stella in the back seat of the cab, their bodies warm and close. Louis' hands were firmly resting on his thigh, occasionally caressing the fabric of his pants in a slow motion. They were both clinging to different sides of his neck, and Harry really expected to see his neck scarred the next day.
The alpha's house was on the second floor of an apartment complex, Louis took his hand and Stella led them to the door. But Harry wasn't expecting Stella to kiss him against the closed door as they entered, pressing a thigh barely covered by her dress against the omega's hardened crotch.
Stella pulled away just enough to look him in the eye, her lips curved in a confident smile that made Harry's stomach twist with a mixture of nerves and anticipation. His gaze strayed for a moment to Louis, who nodded silently, as if they were communicating without words.
“You're adorable when you're this nervous,” Stella murmured, leaning down to kiss his jaw as her hand drifted down to the edge of Harry's shirt, slowly lifting it up.
The omega couldn't help but close his eyes, his mind a whirlwind of emotions. The combination of Stella and Louis, both with strong scents, was overwhelming. The confidence they exuded made him feel secure, even as his body trembled with anticipation.
“I like how sensitive he is,” Stella said, her voice slightly teasing as she let her fingers trail over the exposed skin of Harry's abdomen, which contracted at the contact.
With coordinated movements, the two began to guide Harry toward the couch in the apartment. Louis was the first to sit down, pulling Harry into his lap, while Stella knelt in front of him, her hands resting on the omega's thighs.
“Relax, sweetheart,” Stella murmured, beginning to undo the buttons of his shirt as Louis kissed the side of his neck, his lips leaving more burning trails on Harry's skin. “We're going to make this night unforgettable for you.”
Harry swallowed hard, his chest rising and falling fast from his rapid breathing. He knew that this night would be unlike anything he'd ever experienced, and though a part of him was still nervous, the security Louis gave him was stronger. So, letting his instinct guide him, he allowed himself to be enveloped in their attention, giving himself completely to what was to come.
Stella ended up removing every article of clothing he was wearing, leaving him in the most revealing piece of underwear he could find before leaving. Harry lay across Louis' lap, his legs spread wide on either side of the enigma's knees and his feet sheathed in socks; Louis was breathing deeply in his ear and he could feel his pulse racing in his chest as if it were his own.
Stella rose from her spot and undressed under the gaze of both of them on the couch, removing her short dress and heels before falling back down between the omega's legs, clad only in panties. Harry groaned at the sound of the fabric tearing at his crotch, felt the alpha's warm tongue on his erection and how Louis' hands held his knees so he wouldn't close his legs.
Harry let out a shuddering gasp, his hands gripping Louis' arms tightly behind him as he tried to process the sensations flooding him. Stella's tongue moved with precision, slow but steady, tracing wet lines through the torn fabric of his underwear. Her hot breath caressed his sensitive skin, and each movement sent a shiver of pleasure throughout his body.
The omega's erection was erect against his stomach, wet at the tip and staining the delicate earring in his bellybutton. Harry let out a noise of surprise as Stella stopped teasing and went straight for his hole, wetter than at the bar and slipping slowly into his opening.
But Stella didn't move, she kept licking the lube and her nails dug into Harry's thighs, leaving crescent marks that made Louis grunt. Harry could feel the enigma's fully hard crotch under his lower back, pushing against his body as if there were no layers of cloth covering them both.
He could also see Stella's own member starting to grow under the confines of her pretty panties, it was impossible to ignore. He could already tell it was big, maybe not as big as his enigma, but he was sure he could get a good burn after being with her. He'd never been with a female alpha before, he didn't know precisely how it worked, but he couldn't care at that point. Then he saw Stella break away.
“Do you like what you see, omega?” She asked, her voice a purr as her fingers moved to stroke his own erection over the fabric. “I can smell how eager you are, how much you want it.”
Harry moaned, his body leaning forward as if to close the distance. Louis held him in place, pressing him firmly against him. “Slowly, darling,” he whispered, his beard brushing Harry's ear as he spoke. “First, let her enjoy what's already in front of her.”
Stella looked down at the omega with an almost predatory smile before leaning down and tracing every nook and cranny of his entrance with her tongue, gathering more lube with long, confident strokes.
“I think he wants me to hurry, but I'm enjoying the process too much,” she murmured, her hands moving to her panties to slowly undo them, revealing his fully erect member. She revealed her erection and stood up, lifting the whimpering omega off Louis' lap so the enigma could undress.
Harry sobbed, burying his face in Stella's neck as his knees gave out completely, collapsing on top of her.
“I want more…”
Louis left a reassuring kiss in his hair before releasing him and removing his clothes. Stella was already kissing Harry when Louis was done, she had straddled Harry across her lap and the enigma could perfectly see Stella's member wedged between the omega's cheeks, hard against his opening and already wet from how very aroused Harry was.
“Come on, darling,” Stella murmured against his skin before sliding her hands down to Harry's hips, gently guiding him to move up a little more, making the weight of her body press harder against his erection. The contact was torturously slow, and Harry let out a high moan, his head falling back as his entrance throbbed against Stella's stiffness.
Louis moved closer to them, his body completely naked and his erection evident, dripping with pent up arousal. He knelt behind Harry on the couch, after leaving a soft kiss on his lower back before caressing the curves of his buttocks with his hands. The sight was too much: Harry trapped between the two of them, his small body trembling under his and Stella's touch.
His fingers slid gently over the omega's damp skin. He lowered her head, leaving a kiss where Harry's back met his hips, before licking gently along his spine and up to the nape of his neck.
Stella smiled at the sight of the enigma, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction.
“He wants us both to take him,” she said, her tone teasing but warm as her hand moved to caress Harry's inner thigh, “Don't you, omega?”
Harry sobbed in response, unable to form coherent words as his body arched into their touch. His head tilted to one side, exposing more of his neck for Louis to continue to mark with his lips.
“Please…”
Louis shared a look with Stella, both knowing there was no turning back. Their hands moved in coordination as Stella held him in place, guiding Harry to slowly slide down onto his member. Louis, meanwhile, prepared his entry with a gentle, firm touch, his fingers working to make sure Harry was completely relaxed and ready for them.
The omega trembled, his body filling in a way he had never experienced before, tearing tears that ran down his cheeks. Every movement, every hint of encouragement from Louis and Stella enveloped him, making him feel overwhelmed.
“A little more, honey,” Louis whispered, leaning down to kiss the base of the omega's neck as his erection lined up with the narrow opening that remained available. “Just breathe, omega.”
And when they both filled him completely, Harry let out a choked scream, his body shuddering under the intensity of the sensation. The tears continued to fall, but they were not of pain, but of pure and utter pleasure.