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“Trust me, Eds, I’m ready,” Buck says, a grin on his face as he squirms below him. As if to punctuate his words, he clenches down around the two fingers in his ass. He’s so achingly hard it looks painful.
And Eddie does trust him. He just isn’t sure two fingers is enough — not when the alpha’s body isn’t built for this, not the way his own is. His slick is already pooling on the sheets between his feet. He feels so open, so ready, and he hasn’t even been touched yet. Buck, though, is worryingly tight around his fingers. Just one more, he thinks. One more finger could make sure he doesn’t hurt him.
The bed dips behind him, and then Bobby is pressing up against Eddie’s back. The thick curve of his dick is a brand along his crack. “He’s taken more with less lube,” he assures him.
Any other alpha, and it might come off as an insult, a stupid comment on his status as an omega, but the way Bobby says it has him shivering. Eddie can feel exactly what he means. The alpha behind him is girthy. He’ll be a lot to take before the knot, and he’s aware of it. He’s also gentle and more cautious than Eddie most days. “I’ll take your word for it, Cap.”
Bobby nips at the shell of his ear. “Next time, I’ll show you.”
Biting his fist, Buck groans. The twitch of his cock against his stomach is proof of how much he likes that idea.
Eddie’s pretty fond of it, too. He hasn’t been with them for long yet, just a few months, the three of them taking it as slow as they could for as compatible as they are, but the two of them have been together longer than he’s even known them. They have a history. At first, he honestly wasn’t sure how an alpha like Bobby — with such a presence despite his calm demeanor — and an alpha like Buck — cocksure and insecure — could manage a stable relationship together. Now he knows better. He knows just how much Buck loves to submit, how much he willingly defers to Bobby, how much comfort he finds with such a loving alpha.
The one thing Eddie knows for a fact but hasn’t seen in action, however, is how crazy Buck goes for Bobby’s knot. The way Bobby talks about it, it’s a sight to see.
“Go ahead,” the older alpha murmurs past his ear.
Eddie takes a deep breath and grips his cock. It’s not quite as thick as either of theirs, true, but he’s long. Watching Buck take him is going to be a treat. “You sure you’re ready, Evan?”
“Ready and raring to go,” Buck says with a wink. The cute, cocky look on his face melts into something blissful as soon as the head parts his rim, sliding easy in the excess of lube. Just like Bobby promised, he’s taking him without any issue. His thighs spread a little more as if to coax him closer. His hole is tight, hot, slick. The meeting of skin to skin, the entirety of Eddie’s long length sheathed inside of him, has him looking drunk with satisfaction.
Bobby follows them forward. His hands never leave the omega’s hips, guiding and stroking. “That’s it. Let him feel you.”
With a moan so quiet it’s barely there, Eddie leans his head back onto Bobby’s shoulder. “He feels so good.” He does. So. Fucking. Good.
Buck reaches down and clutches at the omega’s hand. “God, Eddie, I don’t think I’m going to last long.”
There are other nights for teasing. Bobby lays a kiss on Eddie’s jaw before pulling back just enough to drag the head of his cock through the copious slick in his crack, tracing the path of it up to his aching hole. A nudge is all he needs to pop past the rim.
Eddie’s hand spasms around Buck’s. He knew Bobby was big, but knowing it has nothing on feeling it. “Fuck.”
“Wait until he knots you,” Buck breathes out. “He’s gonna plug you so full.”
Bobby stills when Eddie clenches down around him. He’s barely three inches in. Gently, he thumbs at his hip. “Let me know when you’re ready for more.” There’s a slight strain in his voice, but otherwise, he’s as steady as his thrust in.
Eddie nods jerkily. “Just — just give me a minute.” He breathes in, out. The overwhelming urge to clench subsides. He looks at the alpha below him and takes in the knowing glint in his eyes. “How do you take this all the time?”
Chuckling, Buck shifts minutely. “Practice makes perfect.”
The thought of how much practice he must have had and what it entailed doesn’t help Eddie relax. Still, he told them he wanted this at the beginning of the night. He still wants it. “That’s easy for you to say now.”
“Yeah, now.”
Bobby huffs a laugh against his shoulder. “We’ll take as long as you need, Eddie. We don’t even have to do this tonight.” His cock is pulsing against the omega’s walls, but there’s something so achingly genuine about his offer.
Not that Eddie has any plans to take him up on it. “I can take more,” he insists, and he really does think he can. The feel of him is somewhat less overwhelming now, somewhat less of a shock to his system.
Slowly, Bobby feeds him the rest of his cock. The base of him is swollen so slightly it’s difficult to feel, but the pleased rumble deep in his chest is right against Eddie’s back. They’re finally connected — alpha to omega to alpha. It’s a heady sensation. “If you want him to come, you need to touch him,” he says into his ear. “Play with his nipples. Cup his balls. Tell him how good he is.”
“Yeah,” Eddie breathes. It’s not like it’s a hardship to touch Buck. He rests a hand on his abs, just beside his cock, and trails it up to his pecs.
Buck pushes into his hand. His eyes are half-lidded, and he idly clenches down around his length.
In return, Eddie brushes his thumb across a nipple. It pebbles under his touch. He caresses it again just to feel how stiff and wanting it is, and the hitch in the alpha’s breathing is as much a reward as a sign to keep moving. His hips twitch, inadvertently rocking between his alphas. “You’re beautiful, Evan.”
Bobby’s grip tightens ever so briefly.
Eddie glances back at him. “I’m ready.”
When Bobby moves, his cock glides out at an achingly slow pace, Eddie’s hole desperate to hold onto it. He pulls the omega with him for part of the way, pulling him away from Buck, who shuts his eyes and takes a harsh breath through his mouth. When Bobby rocks back in, he pushes Eddie forward to fill him once more.
It’s so much that Eddie can do no more than rest his hands on Buck’s chest for the first two thrusts. He’s filled and filling and fuck. With a trembling hand, he reaches for the alpha’s dick.
Buck whines at the touch. A spurt of precome smears across his stomach.
“Stroke him in time,” Bobby tells him as he rocks back again. “It drives him crazy.”
Eddie can’t blame Buck, not with the loop he’s in stuck between them. “Are you gonna knot my hand?” He squeezes the base of his cock. It’s already swelling, already rounding out right before his eyes.
“God yeah,” Buck says in a thready voice. “You’re fucking me so good, Eds. Gonna fill me up.”
Eddie groans at the thought. Yeah, he’s going to fill Buck up, and Bobby will fill him up, and he’s not entirely sure which will happen first. It’s just a shame he doesn’t have a knot to keep the alpha beneath him full. “Dios, I bet you look pregnant after Cap fucks you.”
“He does,” Bobby says roughly. “Round and desperate. Beautiful.”
And it hits Eddie that he wants that not just for Buck but for himself. He whines, his hips snapping forward. “Are you gonna knock me up?”
Bobby’s grip becomes painful for one blissful second. “If that’s what you want.” His cock throbs, his knot swelling so fast for a moment that Eddie can feel the jump in size.
Underneath him, Buck’s pupils are blown wide. “Fuck, Eddie, you’d look so good knocked up.”
The flush burns its way across his cheeks. He hadn’t had the chance, not with Shannon being a beta, and he never thought he would, never thought he’d even have any other kids. The possibilities are a bolt of pure fucking heat in his groin. “I do,” he gasps. “I do want that. Please, Cap, fuck a baby into me.”
Bobby moves faster, harder. “We’ll both knot you,” he says like it’s a promise. “And then we can plug you up to make sure it takes.”
“Yes,” Eddie cries out. The best part is, he can imagine it. He can see himself full of both of their spend, plugged and sated and hopeful.
“Stroke him harder,” Bobby grunts. “The sooner you get him off, the sooner he can fuck you, too.”
It’s all the incentive Eddie needs. He strips Buck’s cock. He twists his hand and thumbs at his slit and doesn’t let up when the alpha starts writhing below him.
After all, Buck begs him not to. “Eddie, Eddie, fuck, Eddie please.”
He still isn’t the first to come. Eddie is. One particularly hard thrust, Bobby pummeling his walls and the way Buck squeezes around him in response, has him coming with a sob, his grip getting jerky as he does his best to fuck as far into the hot clench of the alpha as he possibly can. His orgasm rips through him and Buck. The alpha follows him after a few strokes, and the rhythmic spasm of his body extends Eddie’s for what feels like forever as he knots the omega’s fist.
“Just a few more,” Bobby says, half comforting, half strained. He’s lost the steadiness of his thrusts, and the swollen base of his cock struggles to pop in and out of his hole with every jerk.
Every single time, the stimulation rockets through Eddie, skating the line of too much too soon. Holding himself up over Buck, he purposefully clenches down.
Bobby shouts. His knot swells that last fraction, tying them together.
Eddie smirks.
Buck chuckles tiredly.
By the time Bobby’s knot finally goes down, Eddie feels like a lump — a very satisfied lump, but a lump nevertheless. Part of him still wants Buck to fuck him. Most of him is ready to sleep. He looks up when a now clean Buck climbs back into bed.
He’s holding a plug. “If you want it,” Buck says, and there’s something molten in his eyes, but he doesn’t push.
Eddie rolls over to face Bobby. “Do it.” The touch of silicone to his puffy hole makes him sigh happily. It slots in with ease, trapping the hefty load of come inside. The weight of the other alpha against his back makes him hum. He leans into Bobby, who kisses his forehead.
“I’ll fill you up in the morning,” Buck says as he wraps an arm around his waist. He puts the slightest pressure on Eddie’s stomach, the small bump of come rounding him out.
Eddie shivers.
Bobby smiles. “Good boy.” He doesn’t say who he’s talking to.
Eddie’s not sure it matters.