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“How’s your A feelin’..?”

Liam leaned into Kit’s scruffing hold, pale lashes fluttering closed in the dark as he showed the lovely stretch of his throat.

Hmm…

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Kit's POV - LINK | Set sometime in the future after Close Your Eyes.

Notes:

Prompt: “I want more kit Liam intimacy tbh the one time they fucked before kits rut it just felt like the stakes were high im looking for something that feels more like chill fun between them ya know”— Aight. Say no more, anon! xx

Received this in my ask box yesterday. No other thoughts have entered my brain since. Fingers struggled to keep up with the birth of the text. Pure filth. Good luck.

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Liam peered into the car, a confused but happy smile showing up on his face when he saw Kit instead of Isac, like he had been expecting.

“Did you get rid of Izzy?” Liam asked as he opened the back door to throw his sports bag in. Kit glanced at him between the front headrests, eyes immediately zeroing in on the fact that Liam was only wearing shorts with his winter jacket. 

It was cold enough for Kit so see Liam’s breaths clouding in the air, yet this idiot was half naked. 

Kit frowned.

“Yeah, he’s gone,” Kit answered, cranking up the heating as Liam made his way in the front passenger seat, the car door slamming shut after him. “Left him with a ‘Free to a good home’ -sign by the main road. Some other poor fucker can pick him up.” Kit side eyed Liam’s bare knees as he settled into his seat, skin all pink and goosebumped. Fuckin’ idiot. “He’s probably been taken already, too pretty for folks to realise he’s just goin’ to destroy them.”

“What’s he done now, then?” Liam asked, grinning at Kit’s only slightly dramatic grumbling. 

“What hasn’t he done...” Kit muttered under his breath, sounding cranky and fed up, even though they both knew that he was looking forward to pinning Isac’s hyperactive arse down for a calm-down, at some point that evening. “Just been a pest today, the usual.” Liam hummed, dimples deep as he pulled the seatbelt on under Kit’s watchful gaze. “I didn’t want him driving in the dark though, that’s why it’s me.”

“Oh, yeah, why’s it so bloody dark already? It’s not even five o’clock!” Liam complained, as was mandatory whenever the shorter days came up in conversation around this time of the year. 

Kit huffed, almost convinced that Liam genuinely didn’t know why. 

Y’know, considering he was dressed for the beach.  

“Because it’s winter, Liam,” Kit scolded pointedly with a deep frown, hand reaching to cup over Liam’s bare thigh, hissing when the reddened skin turned out to be just as cold as expected. “And your hair is wet, too! You actually tryin’ to get pneumonia?”

Liam had this stupid little smile on, as if he was just enjoying Kit’s scowly attention, which... 

He probably was.

“Oi, ‘m serious!” Kit gave Liam’s thigh a slight slap, only to return his warm hand on it right after, trying to cover as much cold skin as he could. “Happy to tell Michaels you’re not takin’ your health seriously, outside of training. Don’t think I won’t.” 

“Cap didn’t even put his own coat on, getting to the car park,” Liam said cheerily, only grunting a little when Kit squeezed at the muscle around his knee.

“I’ll tell coach Michaels, then,” Kit growled. “Bet I can find his personal number somewhere.”

“Y’know… You’re actually just rewarding this by bein’ cute,” Liam said, confirming what Kit had already figured out. Liam was definitely enjoying this.

“Well, it’s not gonna be cute when y’get sick and I have to listen to your whinging...” Kit said, giving Liam a look. 

Seemed not to work, considering how Liam just giggled out one of his sweet little laughs, eyes all squeezed up and pleased.

Ugh. Absolutely not.

Kit abandoned Liam’s thigh in favour of grabbing onto the front of his thick jacket, pulling him close over the center console.

The tip of Liam’s nose was cold against Kit’s cheek, but at least his lips had had the time to warm up, and his mouth was hot when Kit demandingly licked his way in.

Slightly startled, Liam breathed in a sharp breath through his nose. It was followed by a light whine, and then Liam was already melting against Kit’s hold. His mouth went soft, easily yielding for the kiss. 

Mhm… 

Tha’s right.

Kit leaned closer, chest twisting to face Liam more fully, crowding into him. The car’s automatic interior light switched off, plunging them into sudden darkness. 

Somehow that managed to just add to the growing swell of power Kit’s instincts were lapping at.

The hand Kit had on Liam’s jacket slid up, fingers curling behind his neck instead. The blond strands there were obviously wet after Liam’s recent locker room shower, and it bothered Kit. More than enough to have him dig his blunt fingernails into Liam’s nape.

“Mh…ah –” Liam gasped in response to the sudden, reprimanding sting. The slack-jawed vocalisation only gave Kit more room to own the kiss; clever tongue momentarily relenting its domineering ambush, just to let his teeth nip and tug at Liam’s bottom lip instead.

It was cute, how quickly Liam’s scent spiked with arousal.

He was leaning heavier and heavier toward Kit, but letting him fully control the rhythm of the kiss. The airy little noises Liam kept breathing out had Kit’s muscles and teeth aching for something to pin and bite, his heart beating faster, instincts flaring.

Liam was being so easy for it, and Kit’s alpha was incredibly quick to pick up on it, looming dark and nasty in the peripherals of his mind.

A low, pleased growl thrumming from his chest, Kit brushed his tongue back against Liam’s, unhurried, but also demanding compliance. The hand behind Liam’s neck made sure he stayed right where Kit had put him, but based on the way he was scenting, Kit was pretty sure Liam would’ve let him devour him regardless.  

Perhaps it was a good thing that it was already so dark outside these days…

Pulling back a couple of inches, Kit gave Liam a good, considering look. 

He took in Liam’s flushed skin, the colour now there from both the cold and the heavy making out. He noted the post-practice relaxation of Liam’s body, too, and then the way he was trying to catch his breath after Kit knowingly, demandingly, stole it.

Yeah. 

No one else out here needed to see how quickly Liam went pliant and messy for Kit. 

“Puppy?”

Liam stilled.

His honeyed brown eyes looked wide and dark in the shadows of the car, quickly finding Kit’s expectant gaze. He held the rather intense eye contact well – boyishly alert, and so, so easily falling into following Kit’s lead – although it wasn’t without clearing his throat, slightly shifting in his seat under the sudden tension. 

“Yeah?” Liam licked his bottom lip, tongue pink and slick, tempting Kit to go back in for another taste. 

He gave Liam’s nape a firm squeeze instead.

“How’s your A feelin’..?”

Liam leaned into Kit’s scruffing hold, pale lashes fluttering closed in the dark as he showed the lovely stretch of his throat. 

Hmm…

Kit’s palm found its way back on Liam’s thigh once he restarted the car, and it remained there the whole duration of the drive.

If his hand kept pushing the leg of Liam’s shorts higher the closer to home they got, that was just Liam’s own fault for wearing something like that in the dead of winter, forcing Kit to keep him warm.

 

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“Oh, so that’s why you didn’t want me going…” 

Isac stood in the doorway of their kitchen, his nose immediately picking up on the excitable alphan arousal that had just poured in through the front door. 

“Wanted a piece of that tail y’self?”

“Absolutely,” Kit smirked, purposefully making it gloating and provocative. There was a darker edge to his tone too, just from being so increasingly worked up from the journey home. That was probably why the moment they got their outdoor layers off, Kit grabbed the back of Liam’s shirt into a fist. “Where’s Nat?”

“In the office,” Isac said. His brows quirked in watchful amusement, grey eyes sharp as he took in the lazily assertive way Kit pulled Liam close to his chest. Humming, Kit pressed his cheek against Liam’s temple, only to grimace when the damp, freezing strands of Liam’s hair came in contact with his skin. Isac tilted his head, keen gaze never leaving them, “Think he’s reading. Or gaming.”

“Y’wanna go get him?” Kit asked, critically and disapprovingly eyeing the wet state of Liam’s blond head, like the crime scene that it was. “Bedroom.”

Isac didn’t even answer. 

His eyes went sharp and gleamy, and then he was already skittering up the hallway, slithering into the office. 

Right.

Okay.

Kit would… 

He’d just deal with calming that down, later.

“Kit?” Liam said, his voice having gained a lovely softer edge to it. He often got like this when he was being his very best, going all sweet for alpha.

It made Kit’s chest rumble, which was enough to trigger a shiver from Liam.

That, and maybe the fact that his hair was still wet.

“C’mon,” Kit grunted, pulling Liam to walk with him, keeping him close with an arm around his back. “Let’s get you dry first.”

There was no noise from the office when they got closer, the door remaining innocently ajar at the end of the short hallway and to the right.

Kit gave the silence a short lift of his brows, but then made the executive decision to just take the door on the left as planned. 

It was... Yeah. 

Sometimes it was better not to know.

Liam followed him to the bedroom, smiling at Kit when he dumped a clean towel on his head the moment one was in reach. 

While Liam dealt with that, Kit grabbed another soft towel from the bathroom. He then circled back to rummage for the half-empty bottle of artificial slick, stored in one of their nightstand drawers. 

“Clothes off,” Kit said once he had everything together, not even bothering to look up. He sat on the edge of the bed, patting the covers. 

When he finally did lift his gaze, it was to find Liam with his hair sticking up in every which way. Still a slightly darker blond than it was when fully dry, but at least it was a little better.

Liam scrunched up his nose at the expectant instructions, but he did start removing his top, even as he muttered, “But it’s cold...”

“Oh, is it really?” Kit asked, only slightly lethal. 

Liam ducked his head, stupid flimsy shorts falling down his stupidly muscly thighs. His happy dimples were showing on his cheeks, even as he clearly tried to hide them from Kit’s gaze.

Kit held back from fondly rolling his eyes, easily distracted as he watched Liam lose his socks, and then his underwear. 

The time it had taken to cross their car park, climbing up the stairs to the front door, and then finally making it to the bedroom, had been enough to calm down the erection Liam had developed from Kit’s teasing touches in the car.   

He was still slightly hard, but the heavy weight of his length kept his cock hanging in between his legs. The chilly air of the room made Liam cross his arms, shoulders hitching up. His nipples were all peaked up, toes pink and curling against the wooden floorboards.

Cute.

Kit patted the bed again. His brow arched up, wordlessly signalling Liam that it was the last time he was asking so nicely. 

Liam knew it, too, based on the way he didn’t stall even for a second.

The bed shifted under Liam’s weight as he climbed up, kneeling on the mattress, and Kit didn’t hide the self-indulgent way he watched him do it. There was always something so delicious and thrilling to this; having Liam come to him so willingly, so eager, strong body stripped bare for Kit to enjoy.    

Liam breathed out a soft, surprised grunt when Kit’s inked fingers suddenly closed around his cock. 

The touch was purposefully casual, but very much sure. Kit watched how Liam’s brows pulled together at the lightly squeezing warmth on his length, and then smirked when Liam obediently knee-walked closer, only needing the slightest, beckoning tug.    

The moment he had the lad close enough, Kit pressed that sharp smile against Liam’s lips, stealing a quick, messy kiss. 

“Kit,” Liam complained, hips twitching into Kit’s hand, mouth trying to chase Kit’s when he pulled back almost right away. “Hey... Wanna kiss more.” He was almost pouting about it, too. 

Obviously Kit just shook his head. 

He breathed out a laugh at the accusing look that followed, simultaneously changing his hold to tease the length of Liam’s cock, the touch of his fingertips turning featherlight. Liam was already starting to chub back up again, but Kit loved how squishy and vulnerable he felt when mostly soft like this, every touch seemingly working him up more.  

It only took a bit of teasing and a few gentle brushes over Liam’s cockhead to have it fully come out of hiding, his cock filling up until it was resting heavy and needy in Kit’s palm.

Kit’s instincts shivered, taking in the striking visual of Liam kneeling in front of him, so trusting, naked chest pressing against Kit’s fully clothed one. The alpha in Kit was feeling viscerally fulfilled in such a powerful position, holding the upper hand so effortlessly.  

Liam was being so good for him, not a peep from his sometimes fussy and posturing A. Just a big puppy, trying to pretend he wasn’t hitching his cock into Kit’s hand without explicit permission.

“D’you need to start on your front?” Kit asked, tone soft, before letting go of Liam. 

Pretty sure the lack of touch was a reprimand enough for getting greedy, and Liam confirmed that by chuffing, the sound all whiny and cute. 

Kit’s grin was teasing, but fond enough to crinkle the corners of his eyes when he briefly met Liam’s gaze. 

The eye contact didn’t last long, Liam quickly looking down. 

“No, I think...” Liam sighed, slightly pressing against Kit’s chest, instinct driven; seemingly just making sure that there really was no give. He was scenting so damn sweet, making Kit’s instincts drool with the urge to get on top of him, to bite him, to – “Think I can... Mh… On m’back ‘s fine?”

“Oh… Someone’s really easy today?” Kit crooned, a pleased shiver buzzing up his back, his eyes feeling funny for a moment. His instincts were singing, greedy and filthy and a little mean.

Having to wrestle Liam’s alpha into submission was always a mouthwatering thrill. 

However, the rare times Liam just rolled over, needily spreading his legs, made Kit’s alpha absolutely insatiable.  

Kit wasn’t even sure which option he’d prefer more right then, just looking forward to getting his hands on Liam, planning on making him feel so good he’d be nothing but a whiny, whimpering mess. 

Kit brought his palms up to run them over Liam’s sides, appreciative, but with a firmness there that was bordering on owning.

“Jus’... Just tired,” Liam grumbled defensively in response, but he was clearly still happy to let Kit bully him into lying down on the mattress, showing his belly like it was no big deal. 

Based on that alone, Kit guessed that it really could be one of those times where Liam barely had to try to keep his instincts in check, easily letting Kit have him like this. Liam’s alpha didn’t seem very active right then at least, or perhaps it just simply didn’t care enough to show up to posture. 

There was a reason why Kit liked to call Liam’s alpha nasty names sometimes. Who could blame him, though, when the little runt went around offering it up so shamelessly.    

“Yeah?” Kit asked, hands of course finding the bared stretch of Liam’s stomach, knowing that it was one of the main places Liam’s instincts would feel the most sensitive about. “Hard practice?”

“Mhm...” Liam was blinking fast, fingers twitching by his sides. Kit was careful not to go anywhere near his cock, just appreciating it with a heated gaze, resting there, so full and heavy on the crease of Liam’s thigh. Kit made sure that Liam saw him looking, and then laughed quietly when Liam’s hips shifted, as if physically feeling the touch of his attention. “That new trainer, man… Fuckin’ loves tabata.” Kit rubbed his way over Liam’s abs, palms finding full pectorals when he pushed up far enough. He hummed attentively, urging Liam to continue, while also circling the side of his thumb over Liam’s pebbling left nipple. “Was horrible. Think I- I died a couple of times. Like, no joke, ah– I legit left the planet.”

“Can’t have that,” Kit gasped lowly. It was outright mocking, his tone, yet his eyes remained warm, always. “Y’want me to go have a word? Tell them to leave my poor baby-Lime alone?”

“Yes, please,” Liam huffed, slightly whiny and playfully petulant. Kit clocked a slight blush gathering onto Liam’s chest and neck right away, the faux-condescending tone quick to pull the rug from under Liam’s feet. Sometimes he fell for it just as easily as Nathan, Kit was sure about that. “Wasn’t nice…”

“Not nice?” Kit echoed, shifting so he was sitting more comfortably by Liam’s side. He made sure to make it sting when he gave both of Liam’s nipples a pinch. The whine that followed was adorable. “Can’t get lazy now, pet. Who’s gonna keep all this muscle in shape, if y’start slackin’?”

“Not- not gonna slack,” Liam rushed out thinly, squirming in Kit’s hold, chest pressing up. His eyes seeked out Kit’s, wide and honest and searching. It was just for a brief moment, and then he already snapped his gaze away… Still more than enough time for Kit to see that Liam was well on his way to becoming all sweet and soft for him. “‘m not gonna... You know I train hard…”

It wasn’t a question.

Kit heard the question anyway.

“Tha’s right…” Kit hummed, relenting his grip on Liam’s chest, allowing him to relax against the sheets. “Always keepin’ healthy and strong for us... Fuckin’ love–” Kit made Liam’s breath catch, suddenly licking a stripe up his abs, over one of his still-recovering nipples, “–all this, yeah? You’ll remember that the next time you whinge about training ‘not bein’ nice’?” 

Liam was nodding, his cheeks looking a lot more pink now. 

Kit wasn’t sure if there were any thoughts left in his blond cherub head, though, scenting how turned on he was. Teasing and poking at Liam for his ‘useless’ muscles almost always got him going. He loved Kit taking ownership of him like this, no matter how mean Kit could get about it in the moment.

“Yeah?” Kit asked, pouting down at him. He brought one hand up to pat Liam lightly on the cheek, cupping his jaw, after. “You’ll feel like givin’ up, but then remember that all this is for alpha, hm? You’ll show everyone how good y’can be for me? Gonna beat the whole team?” 

“Kit, c’mon…” Liam mumbled, eyes flighty, and his expression going more than a little embarrassed. “That’s a bit… Y’know.”  

Kit should’ve felt bad for enjoying the way he made Liam squirm. Liam always did, when Kit spoke to him like this when he wasn’t all the way spacey and hazy.

Perfect.  

Kit grinned. 

“Cute,” he chuckled, and then gave Liam’s pink cheek another pat. Kit saw the way his cock twitched, even as his face scrunched up reflexively. Yeah. Cute. “Legs up. C’mon.”

“Still wanna kiss more,” Liam said, the words murmured under his breath. He did bring his knees up though, watching as Kit moved down on the bed, making his way to kneel in between Liam’s legs.    

“Oh, really?” Kit hummed, taking his time, rearranging Liam until his thick thighs were resting over Kit’s own, arms sneaking under Liam’s calves. Kit knew damn well how exposed and pinned it would leave Liam, when he finally leaned up to offer those kisses the puppy was so desperately after. “C’mere, then.” 

Liam grunted at the sudden manhandling, his breath huffing out sharply through his nose. 

Ah… For a guy his size, Liam sure folded nicely in half…  

Liam blinked hard a couple of times, staring up at Kit’s face, suddenly so close to his. 

“Well?” Kit questioned, smirking down at him. Kit kept his hands steady where he had pressed them against the mattress by Liam’s ribs, the weight of Liam’s legs weighing against his arms. Any strain was well worth the slack expression on Liam’s face. “Thought y’wanted more?”

Liam licked his lips, eyes glancing down at Kit’s mouth. He looked so delightfully shy for a moment, and Kit couldn’t help but laugh when another tiny alphan chuff jumped Liam’s throat, this one specifically meant for placating and pleasing Kit’s alpha. 

The vocalisation had clearly escaped by accident, based on the way Liam rolled his lips in between his teeth, scowling down. He looked increasingly more embarrassed, somehow even his dimples seeming to echo the sentiment.

Kit dipped his chin down, brushing his nose against Liam’s, softly laughing. “So fuckin’ cute, Li.”

“Shut up,” Liam grunted, and then pressed his mouth firmly against Kit’s, shutting him up.

Kit let him, happy to have Liam kiss the laughter off his lips. 

Liam’s arms circled up around his neck just a few moments later, gentle fingers raking into Kit’s hair at the back of his head. It felt so nice, making Kit’s chest hum, pleased. 

He sighed into the kiss, slowing it down even more, deepening it. 

Kit licked into Liam’s mouth at the same time as he let his hips drop lower, clothed cock pressing down right against Liam’s arse, right where Kit had left him spread out and exposed by the pinning position.

Once there, it really was all too easy to just keep rubbing against him. 

Kit enjoyed the heat the slow grinding quickly built up, his own straining dick happy to have some relief, finally. The fabric of his jeans was buttery soft, enough so that he knew it wouldn’t be too harsh on Liam’s bare skin. 

Maybe just a little rough… 

But that was exactly why Liam was getting so whimpery now, a little desperate already. Kit absolutely loved it.

Liam kept scenting so damn good, too; shower fresh, boyish, and so incredibly turned on. His legs were tensing and relaxing periodically where Kit had him caged down, and it was obvious how much he wanted more, how he wanted to move up against Kit’s slowly rutting hips. 

But Liam was going nowhere, just yet… 

Kit’s weight kept Liam snug in place, Liam’s thighs pressing down on his own chest under Kit’s weight, Kit’s demanding mouth continuing to steal his breath away. 

“That feel good?” Kit murmured darkly against Liam’s lips, finally feeling forced to pull back for air himself. Kit kept rubbing his cock against Liam – teasing them both, really – mostly just making Liam feel the weight of it, even through the layers of clothes. “‘s been a while since we fucked… Think y’can take it?”

“Yes, yeah,” Liam was eager to rush out, nodding rapidly. He was still breathing hard from the heavy making out, lips slick-red and tempting. When Kit just stared at his mouth, Liam tugged on his dark, curling hair, making pleasurable shivers run down Kit’s back. “C’mon, want- want your fingers. Please?”

Kit hummed, perking up and thoroughly enjoying the idea of that, except…

“Not yet,” Kit said sweetly, and then found Liam’s lips under his own again, swallowing any and all complaints. Which… There seemed to be plenty of those, now. 

What a whiny baby. 

Wasn’t Liam the one who had just pouted for more kisses? Hm… Should probably be careful what he wished for, then?

It wasn’t a secret that Kit got off on getting Liam as worked up as he could manage. That was exactly why it made Kit feel so endlessly gleeful, when Liam’s chest grumbled in frustration.

Kit simply loved watching Liam struggle under him, suddenly unable to access any of that strength he clearly carried around. Kit loved teasing his golden alpha, and he loved making him wait.

This time, though, Kit wasn’t just being a tease with his stalling. 

He was, in fact, also looking out for the startled:

“Fuck– O-oh!”

Liam broke the kiss at the sudden disruption, his head snapping towards the open bedroom door with a sharp inhale, his eyes wide.

It was as if he had completely forgotten that Isac had gone to get Nathan.

Kit turned to glance at the omegas, now standing there in the doorway. Nathan looked just as wide eyed as Liam, endearingly and very obviously forgetting that he’d usually pretend that he wasn’t staring.

Kit could feel the growing smirk on his face tilting towards something a lot more dangerous.

Ahh, how he was going to enjoy this.

“Liam?” Kit asked, silky and saccharine, and so, so ready to get Liam in trouble.

“Ah-huh?” Liam nodded, clearly distracted, and his eyes struggling to pull away from the other two now watching them. 

Even better… He should be watching their faces alright.

“What was it y’just said you wanted, hm?” Kit asked innocently, pressing his cock more firmly against Liam. Charitably, y’know? Just to help him focus. “Was it, perhaps, my fingers? Up your arse?”

Liam was adorable, looking so devastatingly betrayed, his mouth slack as he turned to look back at Kit. 

“Oh, but that sounds really nice, actually,” Isac chimed in, and Kit didn’t even need to meet his gaze to know that they were both on it

Fuck, yeah.

Isac’s ability to rise to Kit’s level when they played these games was truly unmatched, and there weren’t that many things that made Kit as excitable as feeling in sync with Isac.

That, and Isac also knew how to match Kit’s freak... Y’know, funnily enough. 

“Nathan, baby, we should definitely help with that."  

Isac was already pulling Nathan towards the bed, the room quickly clouding with their combined arousal, the omegan scents mixing beautifully with Liam and Kit’s. 

Kit’s instincts hummed - so damn pleased, pleased, pleased - and he turned his sharp, teasing focus back on Liam.

“How’s that sound?” Kit asked him, slowly moving his hands from the mattress to cup at Liam’s thighs, giving them a soft squeeze. Sitting up straight again, Kit guided Liam’s legs down lower, letting his feet rest back on the sheets. Liam just stared up at him, clearly a little lost for words. “Izzy can help me stretch you, right? You know how much he likes havin’ you feelin’ good on his fingers.”

“Yeah, baby’s always so tight down there,” Isac pouted dramatically. He was using a very familiar mocking tone, which…That was a realization that caused another genuine, thrilled shiver dance across Kit’s skin. “He’ll be better off starting with mine.”

“And maybe you can give Liam a little kiss, hm? Keep him busy,” Kit suggested sweetly as he pulled Nathan to his side, taking over when Isac hand-delivered him there. Kit pressed a chaste peck on Nathan’s already blazing, blotchy-red cheek. Then, lips finding his ear, Kit said more softly, “Liam was begging for more kisses, earlier… Think he’d want some on his cock, too?”

“I- I…” Nathan was clearly so overwhelmed by this whole set up. He was already scenting like he was slicking right up, and his hands looked shaky when he wrapped them around Kit’s arm, tightly holding on. His eyes were on Liam– Or, well… Right where Kit’s groin was still pressed against Liam’s arse. “I can… Yeah. I’ll kiss Liam?”

Kit hid a grin on the lad’s shoulder, briefly meeting Isac’s eyes. He had found his way to the centre of the bed as well, now kneeling by Liam’s hip, bringing them all close together.

“You will? Well, go ahead, then,” Isac all but purred, encouraging, and still so horribly mean about it. 

Nathan either didn’t hear Isac’s tone, or he simply refused to acknowledge it to save himself from some of the teasing embarrassment. Could’ve been either option, really, considering how tunnel-visioned Nathan could get when turned on.

Tunnel-vision or not, he was definitely determined when he made his way closer to Liam’s upper body. Always so bloody endearing with the way he loved completing these little tasks when asked, so eager, all the time. 

Kit was really tempted to cop a feel when Nathan leaned down, his jogger-clad bum sticking up so cutely, probably completely unaware of how suggestive it looked. 

“Focus, Kitty,” Isac called, already getting the artificial slick on his fingers. He over-poured, and then made Liam gasp loudly, letting the excess drip all over Liam’s straining cock and balls.   

“Izzy…” Liam complained, his abs clenching deliciously, eyes accusing behind Nathan’s shoulder. Isac just glanced at him, dismissive and unbothered.

“Nat? Thought y’had a job to do, there?” 

Isac had barely finished speaking before Nathan was already kissing Liam.

Kit’s chest rumbled appreciatively as he took in the sight of them, always happy to watch his mates being so bloody sweet. Understandably, Kit was also happy to be watching Liam’s face at the exact moment Isac brought his slickened hand down in between his legs. 

Kit moved back to give Isac more room, and then also used that new space to give his own erection a squeeze through his jeans. Fuck, he was so stupidly hard already.

It was a good thing that Isac was so skilled with his fingers, as Kit really didn’t feel like he could wait that much longer. At least not without going all feral.

Liam hummed lowly against Nathan’s lips, his brows pinching in time with Isac’s finger pressing in. His chest was starting to rise and fall increasingly heavily, feet shifting on the bed, hips pushing down against Isac’s hand.

Despite being so worked up, Liam seemed slightly more focused than just a moment before, his instincts likely checking in now that Nathan was so near. 

Liam had his palms cupping the sides of Nathan’s head, clearly the one in control of the kiss, making Nathan breathe out tiny little gasps. Liam’s alpha would always pull through for the Os when needed, but it also seemed to know when someone else had things under wraps already.

Maybe that was why he was able to have his thighs splay open wide so easily, wordlessly asking for more, instincts uncaring of the implications of his offering.

Kit had to pull his hand away from his cock. The sight of Isac’s fingers pressing into Liam’s tight little hole, while Nathan and Liam lapped at each others’ mouths, was almost too much to handle.

Knowing that he needed to take a moment to calm some of the overwhelming horniness, Kit decided it was as good a time as any to get rid of his clothes.

Baring his skin to the cool air of the room should knock some sense back into his brain, right? 

Right.

“How y’feeling, love?” Liam was asking Nathan when Kit settled back down, clothes abandoned on the bed behind them. Liam’s dimples were digging in sweetly, the look on his face so adoring it was hard not to coo.

“Good,” Nathan mumbled back. He was slowly laying down to rest fully on his front, chest over Liam’s, nose to nose with him as they whispered to each other. “Um… Excited, a bit…”

“Oh, just a bit?” Liam teased, his breath catching slightly, Isac spreading out his fingers. “‘s that why y’scent so naughty?”

Nathan growled disgruntledly at that, and Kit didn’t need to see his pretty little face to know that he was scowling. As usual, Nathan’s omega didn’t give two shits about revealing his true feelings; the featherlight bubbling of his purr reached Kit’s ears just as the complaining growls died down.

Liam grinned up at Nathan, sunny and pink cheeked, only to then suddenly squeeze his eyes shut. 

It had Isac tittering to himself, clearly finally having decided to get on Liam’s prostate.  

Nathan seemed to quickly realise that Liam was no longer able to properly participate in conversation, or  in making out. He gave Isac a terse, slightly accusing look, only to have his blue eyes momentarily enchanted by the sight of Isac’s fingers, sucked deep inside Liam. 

From there, Nathan’s gaze slowly found its way to where Liam was leaking on his stomach.

Kit bit back a chuckle, the horny uptick in Nathan’s scent so incredibly obvious. 

One hand cupping Liam’s trim waist, Nathan’s other curled around the swelling base of his cock. Directing the heavy length of it to stand up from Liam’s belly, Nathan licked over the shiny-wet head, broad and unceremonious. 

Kit wasn’t surprised to see the way Liam’s thighs trembled. 

He also wasn’t surprised when Nathan huffed at the artificial slick he found dumped on Liam, nose wrinkling. 

Nathan was quick to palm at it, wiping the worst of it on Liam’s abs, making the skin there gleam attractively. Nathan didn’t even seem to notice how much his disgruntled touches were affecting Liam, the golden alpha looking more than a little breathless to have his dick wiped so clinically. 

It was both cute and sexy how fussy Nathan got over the fake slick, considering how he never made a peep when it was Isac’s slick he got his mouth on.

Yeah… 

Kit was pretty sure Nathan would’ve happily drowned in between Isac’s legs, if they just let him.

The knowledge of that turned Kit on more than he cared to admit.

Finally deeming the clean up acceptable, Nathan went on to pepper kittenish little licks along Liam’s shaft, his lips looking shiny and obscene as they mouthed their way towards the sensitive head. He took a moment to suckle Liam into his mouth, just for a short second, before moving back down to tease at his swelling knot. 

Taking his time, Nathan kept doing that. He was scenting all blissed out, his own hips rutting against the sheets.

Nathan was getting out of breath for it, so keen to see how much of Liam’s sizable length he’d manage to stuff in. 

Kit almost felt bad for Liam, watching the pleasured haze take over his face, his muscles twitching. It was no doubt overwhelming for him, laying spread out below all his mates, pack omega’s fingers up his arse, their youngest now apparently trying his very best to choke on his cock… 

All that, while knowing there was no way he’d be allowed to come yet.

Yeah, poor Lime. 

It really was too bad…  

Liam’s mewl tugged at Kit’s groin, when Isac pulled his fingers out with a wet sound. In sync with Kit’s thinking, Isac had clearly also realised that Liam wasn’t going to last like this.

“He can take your three,” Isac said to Kit, wiping his hand on the towel Kit had brought along earlier. When his fingers were no longer shiny or sticky, Isac brought them to rub over Nathan’s shoulders. “Just don’t get on his sweet spot. Y’know he’ll try to make ‘mself come, if y’do.”

Liam grumbled at the dismissive words, shifting restlessly on the sheets. He was doing a good job not fucking into Nathan’s mouth though, a genuinely impressive effort, that. 

When Kit pressed against Liam’s hole – three fingers replacing four of Isac’s smaller ones – the slide was smooth, Liam opening up for it so well. Isac had really overdone it with the fake slick, but Kit couldn't help but enjoy how arousingly filthy it was, seeing and feeling Liam’s hole drip around his inked knuckles.

“Fuck, can’t wait to have this around my cock,” Kit groaned, wishing he could’ve rutted against something again, just to give his own dick some well needed friction. For some strange reason, watching Nathan drool on Liam’s knot wasn’t helping… “Natty’s makin’ you feel really good, huh?” Liam was nodding right away, and then gasping, face pulling tight, when Kit scissored his fingers wider. “Yeah, bet he is…” Kit pressed against Liam’s rim, chest humming with arousal when that just made him clench up tight. “Y’still gotta relax a bit more for me, Li. I know y’can do it.” 

Liam, however, seemed to be fighting a losing battle against Nathan’s sloppy, self-indulgent explorations. 

The lad was breathing out pleased little hums around Liam’s cock, not seeming to notice, or care, how Liam’s knees tried to rise up higher, quads and abdominal muscles shaking, hands fisting, scent spiking –

If Isac hadn’t stepped in to tug Nathan up by the scruff just then, Kit would’ve done it himself. 

Fuckin’ hell… 

What a greedy little beast.

So perfect.

“Tha’s enough, pet,” Kit crooned, too dark, too fucking turned on. There was no way to ignore the way Nathan’s scent reacted to Isac dragging him up, his scalp no doubt stinging a bit, yet he seemed to just get more excited by the pain. 

Nathan came up for air with a gasp and a wet pop, Liam’s cock slipping out of his mouth, smacking down onto the alpha’s trembling belly. Isac let go with a heated, approving purr, prompting Nathan’s omega to rush out an airy little chirp. 

Nathan looked so dazed, eyes a little misty, almost feverish, and he whined wordlessly when Kit cupped his free hand over his nape, urging him to kneel up.

“Fuck, sweetheart, so hot,” Kit growled, pulling Nathan in for a brief, messy kiss. Kit was sure he would be able taste Liam on Nathan’s lips, if he just fucked his toungue in demandingly enough. “Y’re gettin’ really good at that.”

“He’s definitely been practicing,” Isac said, one hand palming over Liam’s chest, calming him down from the edge they had just cruelly dragged him back from.

Nathan kept his eyes firmly lowered, but he was leaning into Kit’s side, working on catching his breath once they parted. Kit dropped his arm lower behind Nathan’s back, tucking him close the best he could while the fingers of his other hand kept pressing into Liam.

It wasn’t the easiest deal for Kit’s coordination, having two needy boys so worked up for it, both scenting desperately of sex and mine and fuck me…  

Isac could’ve helped, but the dickhead looked very much like he was enjoying Kit’s struggle.  

“I… I like doin’ it…” Nathan admitted quietly, making Kit’s arm squeeze tight around his waist. It was shocking, really, to have an admission of any sort from Nathan like this. 

Isac’s brows went up in surprise, too, but he recovered quickly, heated gaze immediately noticing how Liam was reaching down to where he had been left leaking onto his belly. 

Isac batted Liam’s hand away, and then gave his nipple a warning pinch. 

Liam was baring his throat to Isac before anyone even blinked.

“Good boy,” Kit whispered, to Nathan, but also to all three of them. Kit pressed a firm kiss on Nathan’s temple, feeling how he shivered at the praise. Voice dropping down low, husky with heat, Kit added, “Go sit with Izzy? I think Li’s had enough of waitin’.”

Nathan went easily enough, blue eyes looking slightly hazy.

His movements were only a little graceless as he stumbled around Kit’s back to reach Isac. Once there, Nathan fell into him, as if Isac was simply the other side to his magnet.

Arm wrapping securely around Nathan’s belly, Isac pressed his pillowy lips briefly against the corner of Nathan’s.

Kit’s soft heart gave an extra jump, just from looking at the two together.

Beautiful.

Mhh, your poor lips are all swollen, baby…” Isac said gently, concern evident on his face as he brought one hand up, thumb pressing against Nathan’s bottom lip. Nathan’s eyes were glued to Isac, hanging onto every word. “But y’don’t even care, do you?” Isac slipped his thumb past Nathan’s bottom teeth, pressing down on his tongue. Like a reflex, Nathan’s lips sealed around him. “Yeah… Such a little slut for suckin’ cock.” 

Yup. 

Trust Isac to turn a sweet moment into something extremely filthy.

Kit shook his head to get some of his focus back. It was so difficult though, especially when Nathan started scenting like he was all but gushing from the nasty name calling, just begging to be bred. Kit licked over his lips restlessly, instincts suddenly clawing in multiple directions at once. 

With a deep, steadying breath, Kit turned his full attention to Liam, trusting the omegas to take care of each other.

Eyes heavy-lidded and mouth forgotten ajar, Liam was already watching Kit when he turned to face Liam fully. It was familiar. Liam seemed to often like watching Kit’s face... Like this, but also when Kit was already fucking him. 

Liam’s thighs remained splayed wide to let Kit finger him open, and the sight of his hole, stretched tight and hot around Kit’s knuckles, was so beckoning that Kit’s erection gave it a good kick. 

Uh-huh…  

Yeah.

That was about it for Kit’s patience, now.

He pulled his fingers out, already reaching for the slick-bottle to hastily upend it on his dick. 

“Still wanna stay on your back, Li?” Kit checked, indulgently admiring the pretty blush on Liam’s chest, while spreading the slick over his own aching length. “I know y’like takin’ it arse up, too.”

Liam pulled a face, clearly not appreciating Kit’s colourful commentary on his life choices. So weird, that.

“Gonna turn,” Liam said, not looking Kit in the eye. “Not- not because of… Just- my legs are gettin’ tired.”

That tabata training must’ve really done Liam in, if keeping his knees bent was enough to tire him out…

He was really shaky, though, when Kit shifted to give him the room to roll over. That was the only reason why Kit didn’t make comments on it.

Well… 

At least he tried not to.

“Y’just gonna lie there, then, like a little pillow prince?” Kit asked, finally pressing his cock in between Liam’s arse cheeks, leisurely rubbing over his hole. “Too tired to do anything, but not too tired to take cock?” 

Liam hid his face into his pillow. His lower back arched up, like an offering.

There was no holding back the possessive, excited growl Kit’s instincts rolled out. 

“Fine by me,” Kit said thickly, the words crackling over his alpha’s vocals. Nudging with his knees, Kit made sure that Liam’s thighs were pressed close together, trapped in between his own. Liam could lie as flat and pillow prince-y as he wanted, for all Kit cared. 

He’d end up hanging off of Kit’s knot just the same.

Kit glanced at their little audience, then, using his thumb to keep his erection where he wanted it in between Liam’s cheeks. Kit didn’t pause the way he grinded the bare length of his cock over Liam’s hole, even teasing the backs of his balls. 

Nathan’s eyes were on Kit and Liam, although they were bleary, clearly struggling to focus. His fingers were twisting around the hem of Isac’s shirt, pulling the fabric tight. 

Isac had a tiny demanding fist around Nathan’s leaking erection, slowly jerking him off.

Fuck.

Okay.

Yeah… 

They were just fine. 

Kit used his thumb to press the head of his cock past Liam’s rim, his heart working overtime when that torturous heat slowly opened up to swallow him.

Liam was arching his back even more now, little whimpers disappearing into the pillow he was biting on. His scent was blooming. Strong and musky and heady, but with an undertone so dangerously submissive-sweet, that Kit could’ve mistaken it for a needy O, just begging for a locking full of come.    

“Holy shit, pup,” Kit hissed out, struggling to keep his eyes open, Liam clenching so damn good around him. “That breedin’ scent y’get when your A goes belly up? Drives me fuckin’ insane.” 

Liam panted into the pillow, moaning when Kit slowly pressed his cock in deeper. 

“Fuck- ah, jus’ fuck me,” Liam gasped then, shoulder blades jutting up, his whole back twitching restlessly. Kit bit down on a growl, eyes falling shut when Liam pressed his arse back, taking Kit all the way in, all at once. “‘s fine, Kitty. Y’can- fuck me. I can take it, mh –

Kit sure fuckin’ hoped he could.

Hips snapping forward, Kit allowed his instincts to push at his vision, letting them seep in like a ravenous beast circling for a free meal. 

Liam didn’t need any pinning, but he whined so pretty when Kit trapped his wrists to the bed.

He was so keen for it, taking alpha’s cock like he was just dying to be trapped on it, made to milk on Kit’s knot. Liam kept pressing his arse up whenever Kit pulled back, wanting more, and he just moaned when Kit made him keep his hips down with a harsh smack to the flank.  

Liam was already tightening up in a way that blatantly revealed his impending orgasm.

Good.

Kit wasn’t sure how long he could hold back himself, his knot already swelling at a dangerous rate, rutting against Liam’s almost infuriatingly tight-looking hole. 

Kit brought one hand down, pressing on Liam’s rim to get a peek of the more delicate pink there.

Kit couldn’t help but enjoy feeling the slick slide of his cock, fingertips probing where he was fucking into Liam, the steady in and out just maddening. Everything felt swelteringly hot now, sweat prickling at Kit’s temples and back, the tension making everything feel almost painfully sharp. 

Liam was panting out airy little whimpers, mixed in with moans that came out low and throaty. 

When Kit started to aim for his prostate, Liam’s following exhale came out as a sob.

Next to them, Nathan sat up, long legs folding pretty. His joggers were pushed down his thighs, right where Isac had left them, but now it was Nathan's own hand, almost frantic in between his thighs.

Bottom lip stuck in between his teeth, Nathan was staring right where Kit had Liam spread out and clenching, teasing him with the girth of the knot.

Isac seemed heatedly delighted by this development, not taking offence to the fact that Nathan’s sneaky little voyeur-side clearly prioritised watching Kit fuck Liam, over someone else’s hand on his own cock.

Kit’s chest vibrated with a soundless growl, his hips grinding in deep, knot really making Liam feel the stretch now. 

“Such a good hole, Li,” Kit gritted out, hands finding the trim dip of Liam’s waist, grabbing onto it from both sides. It really was the perfect place to hold him like this, keeping Liam’s hips pinned to the sheets if needed, but also allowing Kit to pull him onto his cock, repeatedly. “Nat could come on it, if y’want? I think baby’s really close.”   

Nathan keened at the words, and just the suggestion alone had Liam uselessly trying to spread his thighs further, his legs trapped between Kit’s. 

That squirming pulled a dark chuckle from Kit, and he relented, feeling generous. He slowed down, hips pressing tight against Liam’s, making him moan from how deep Kit’s cock pushed in. 

Then, one by one, Kit rearranged their legs until his knees were in between Liam’s. From there, it was easy to kick Liam’s thighs as wide as the sloppy puppy wanted them. 

Although…

The sloppy puppy ended up being Nathan, this time. 

His come shot uncontrollably all over his own fingers, helplessly dripping onto his joggers and the sheets. Nathan was making an absolute mess of himself, whimpering until Isac pushed up against his back, helping him finish over Liam’s arse, as promised.   

“Baby…” Isac cooed. “That was so difficult, huh?” Kit genuinely believed that it was the condescending cruelty alone, that had Nathan’s cock drooling out another thick string of come.  

And oh, how damn pretty Nathan’s release looked sliding over Liam’s skin… 

It felt dangerously feral, deep on a visceral level, but Kit couldn’t shake the temptation to drag his fingers through Nathan’s come, making it pool right where Kit’s knot was working Liam’s hole open.

With a silent snarl, and his eyes swimming with the swell of his instincts, Kit watched how his cock fucked Nathan’s come in past Liam’s rim. 

It was like a dam had broken, then. 

Kit thrusted in, hard. 

Liam’s firm glutes had just enough fat on them to still give a nice jiggle, when Kit’s hip bones slapped against him. The intricate black ink on the back of Kit’s palm looked fantastic covering Liam’s nape, and Kit’s instincts delighted when he put a slight pinning weight on that hold, hips snapping, again. 

Kit’s fingers twisted roughly into Liam’s drying hair, the blond strands tufting out from between his knuckles, pale and soft, almost innocent looking. 

Somehow that just made Kit more desperate to shove his knot in deep.

Liam’s legs shook and twisted on the bed when it finally happened, his hole swallowing Kit in the rest of the way. Kit could feel the way Liam’s feet were kicking against the mattress, powerless, and so nicely trapped under Kit now, hole uselessly trying to close on his knot. 

Kit’s alpha was definitely having a power trip. 

On that instinctual level, witnessing the golden alpha’s increasing whimpers, and the over-pleasured, useless kicking of his legs… It felt almost just as rewarding as the moment where Kit finally emptied his claiming release into him. 

Balls deep, Liam pushing back against him, offering his arse for alpha to breed. 

Like he just couldn’t get enough… 

Kit’s whole body felt zapped by the strength of his orgasm, his mouth messy with a slurry of filthy words, mixing with the snarling growl pushing up his throat. Liam’s back was arching from the way Kit grinded into him, hand still scruffing his nape, fingers digging in.

There, Liam reached his peak with a full bodied, sharply-sudden jerk. 

That build-up of tension was quick to shake apart, Liam trembling into a silent moan. His eyes rolled upwards. Mouth open wide, incoherently babbling into the pillows.   

Even with Liam clamped down on Kit almost painfully tight, threatening to short circuit his brain, Kit still managed to wish that he could’ve seen it happen, more clearly.

Liam just always looked so damn good coming on Kit’s knot, the pressure on his prostate keeping his cock running long after the peak of his release faded. 

Isac lovingly called it ‘pissing come’, when it happened. 

Kit was pretty sure the pest only insisted on using the nasty expression, because he knew that Nathan went all red and twitchy over it. And, well… 

It wasn’t really that far off, anyway. Because, sometimes, Liam might’ve gone fully soft already, yet Kit could still make his slit pearl steady dribbles of come, simply by keeping the pressure on his sweet spot.

“Th’feels… so good,” Liam slurred, the first coherent words Kit could make out. His scent was bright and happy, so clearly well taken care of. “A-ah, fuck…”

If he had scented good before Kit had emptied his balls into him, then holy shit, how gorgeous was his scent now… Kit’s chest rumbled, instincts feeling content and lazy, so sated now. 

Kit let his scruffing hold from Liam’s nape go, both hands petting down his broad back.

Then, hips twitching where he was stuck on the tie, Kit rubbed the remnants of Nathan’s come into Liam’s fair skin.

“The easiest baby alpha’s ever been for it,” Isac noted, capturing Kit’s orgasm-shattered attention.  

Still out of breath, Kit turned to watch as Isac shifted closer on the bed, leaning up on one elbow once he was by Liam’s side. Isac’s other hand seeked out to comb through Liam’s wildly twisting hair, gentle as he worked out some of the snarls.

Isac still had his navy blue cotton shorts all done up, the front of them tenting where his dick was trying to jut out. With Isac having one knee up as he lounged there, Kit could see that the seat of the shorts was soaked through. 

Nathan seemed to have noticed, too… Still bleary-eyed and pink cheeked, yet his nose was guiding him to mouth at the bare skin of Isac’s inner thighs, the shorts allowing for easy access. Liam, on the other hand, kept tensing up on the tie, likely just teasing himself, enjoying the after-sparks. Funny how, coincidentally, that also ruthlessly teased Kit’s throbbing knot at the same time.   

Fuckin’ hell.

Okay. 

Purely mathematically speaking, three out of four was a pretty good score, right? 

However, knowing how keyed up Isac had been the past few days already, it was the highest of priorities to get him sorted. 

As soon as humanly possible.

Like… The urgency could’ve been categorized as a state of national emergency, even.

Kit could sense chaos coming from miles away at this point in their relationship, so it was easy to tell that it was pretty damn important to act now. 

Preferably before Isac could come up with something that matched that horny gleam still glowing in his grey eyes. 

“Natty, baby?” Kit hummed, adoring hands soothing over Liam’s lower back, feeling rather blissed out, so content. 

Calm and confident, too, as he cold-bloodedly activated their adorable little sleeper agent: 

“You up for another little task?” 

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Disclaimer// Not planned, not read through, not typo checked, no clue if the pacing feels right at all, not sure if it's in any way chill or fun like anon was hoping for<3

I’ve not looked up from my laptop in two days everyone say thank you anon!! (also arrest them<3 I’ve barely participated in The Existence since this prompt triggered something in my brain) xx

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