Pack Dynamics

There’s a change in the air when it’s going to start—metaphorically and in actuality. 

The smoky characteristic of Nacchan’s scent burns brighter, the flowers of Shu’s lavender scent bloom abundantly, the subtleness of Wataru’s fresh linen fade, and the coolness of Rei’s eucalyptus becomes crisper. And if Kanata were to ask, his mates would mention the sharper note of citrus that follows him around.

Then, of course, the token mannerisms. He’s friskier, more often peckish, clingier. He receives his mates’ articles of clothing when he asks, but they also make sure to conveniently leave some lying around their dorms for collection, or to “forget” some during a date with him, as to help satiate his need to forage for his nest. When they have to dig for their spare practice clothes, that’s a solid indicator of when it’ll happen soon.

Prior to the start though, Kanata checks himself into the building opposite to the general Seisoukan; it’s the one that, funnily enough, can be argued that is more guarded of the two, screening individuals without any ES-affiliated identification with intense scrutiny. The upgraded security is welcome though, considering it’ll be his temporary residence for at least the next few days while he’s more vulnerable. Though, his mates would surely keep him safe with or without it.

He walks to the end of the hall, almost forgetting he doesn’t need to take the elevator, and opens his door with a key. His bag of nest material lands with a small thud, and he stretches. His nose slightly twitches, disappointed at the dull, generic blandness that the room emanates. 

While the building is supposed to serve as a parallel dormitory of sorts to the Seisoukan, it functions more akin to a (love) hotel. And for safety reasons, the rooms are cleaned and de-scented after a prolonged stay, even if they’re practically assigned to a specific idol or their pack—meaning Kanata has to start all over again, making his “home.”

He lazily rolls across the carpet, flipping himself over like a pancake when he thinks he has lingered for long enough. Then, he hugs the walls of the room, pressing flat against them and wondering idly, if even more of his scent would be left if he were fucked into it. And after backing off from the last spot of wallpaper, he looks to the bed finally. 

It’s simultaneously a pleasant and unpleasant part of his heat. Done right, he can lay surrounded by a comforting cloud of his mates’ scents, stewing in the growing warmth of his gut, the twitching of his legs. Done wrong, which is the case for a number of attempts, the ratio of scents overlapping drives him mad, and that’s before he’s irritated at the configuration of clothing. 

Fortunately, when his mates’ clothes rubbed against one another in his bag this time, there’s enough of a coating to create an overall sense of unity; his nest-building goes smoothly, and he snuggles against a shirt, surrounded in the middle of the bed, drifting off.

 

 

———

 

 

His nose scrunches, threatened by an unfamiliar smell.

“Nn…” Kanata squints until the hazy figure sharpens.

“Good morning,” Rei greets, looking down at him from where he sits. His red eyes glow, pronounced by the dim state of the room. “Or should I say good evening?”

More of the smell swirls around the two of them. The foreign feeling returns. Kanata whines, pulling him from the outer ring of his nest to the middle of the bed. Rei rolls once into Kanata’s embrace, where he rubs his face against the sides of Rei’s neck, wrapping a leg around the back of his knee.

“Fufufu, so soon?”

“No,” Kanata says. “You ‘stink.’ You’re dirtying our ‘home.’ ”

“Ah~!” Rei half-heartedly cries, recoiling from the blunt attack. He grins a “sorry,” then he nuzzles against him after recovering. “I bumped into a few alpha acquaintances after picking up our spare futons.”

Kanata lifts his head to peer behind him. “Do those ‘stink’ as well?”

“I made sure to scent them well beforehand.”

He pulls back to look at Rei’s face, then gets off of the bed, walking around and crouching to inspect the futons for himself. He kneels to sniff the futons, then the comforters.

“Your verdict?”

He did scent them well, but… Kanata rubs the comforters against his neck and face.

Rei chuckles. “When the others sleep in them later, the trace will probably go away.”

“I don’t want any ‘hint’ of it to permeate.”

The bed springs decompress and Kanata finds himself hugged from behind.

“Mm…” The material slips from his hands.

“How are you feeling?”

“A little ‘fluttery.’ It hasn’t started yet.”

“Have you eaten?”

“Not since lunch.” Kanata leans against Rei. “But I had a ‘hearty’ one.”

“Shu’s grabbing some snacks anyways, he shouldn’t be too long.” Rei releases him, walking away to go turn on the lights. And before he can turn around to face Kanata again, he finds himself hugged from behind too. “Haha, do I still stink?”

“A little.” Kanata’s voice is muffled against Rei’s upper back. “But I wanted to hug you too.” He loosens the grip he has on him, letting him spin in place.

Peck.

Kanata giggles.

Peck, peck. Rei licks his bottom lip, playfully nipping him once, before pulling back and glancing over to their nest with an eyebrow raise.

The both of them take care not to destroy the structural integrity of the ring of clothes, but some are bound to fall off the bed with them rolling around one another in their make-out.

“Soy sauce?”

“Hehe, too easy. Something ‘harder’ to guess.”

“Hmm…” Rei smiles then meets his mouth again. He ponders underneath him, looking off to the side before returning his gaze back at him. “Radish? No.” Peck. “Daikon?”

Jingle, jingle. Rattle, rattle. The door swings open, revealing a head of cotton candy. “Hello.” Shu drops two giant grocery bags to the ground next to him, locking the door without looking.

“Shuuu~!” Kanata plants both hands against Rei’s torso, pushing himself off. 

“Oof.” Rei chuckles.

Kanata exits his nest and nearly trips hurrying over to hug Shu. He scents him, kisses him, and his hands on his chest trail downward as he drops onto his knees.

Rubbing himself on Shu’s leg, he mewls happily at the return of his hard-working alpha. He looks up to see him flustered, mouth parted with those lips he already misses. And when he settles back against the heels of his feet, he brings his hands to rest on his thighs properly, then he giggles before finally letting his head roll to the side, showing off the part of his neck Shu has marked long ago.

“Welcome home.” A burst of warmth flares from his core as he presents himself to Shu. Ah… It wraps him snugly in a haze of pleasure—his very own biological reward for finding such a worthy companion in life, and to have himself at his mercy.

Shu smiles, only patting him on the head and lightly ruffling his hair. 

Kanata’s scalp tingles pleasantly, but the gentle touch is not the feeling he aches for against skin. He pouts, tilting more of his neck towards him. “Mm? Mmm?”

The hand on his head then deprives him of his tingles as well, gently retreating as Shu attempts to move around him. Kanata leans to the left, to the right, back to the middle, to the right again.

Shu presses back against the door. “Nngh- A little help here, Rei?”

“Hm? But I am helping.” Crinkle, crinkle. Rei peeks to the left of the coffee table where he has brought the water and snacks to. He starts to ration them into small piles, setting aside two boxes of condoms and a bottle of lube that have made their way in. “Our darling Kanata has decided to present himself to you specifically. Why not enjoy your rightful spoils?”

“If I renew my anniversary mark with him now, without everyone else present, what do you think will happen?” Shu deadpans.

Rei holds a bottle and sniffs the quality of water. “The timeframe isn’t that short to reform a bond.”

“Still-”

“If Shu won’t ‘mark’ me now…” Kanata pleads, “Then can I?” His hand grazes the front of his pants. “Can I?” He exhales a warm breath against the zipper. “…My alpha?”

Shu looks down at him with an embarrassed expression before he resolves to steel himself. He blinks his eyes closed then emerges with a sharp, regal gaze adorning his features, pointing it entirely at him. “You may.”

Kanata moans. A shiver runs down to the base of his spine as his hands regain their strength from the bout of weakness, undressing Shu of his pants.

That’s right. His mate should be satisfied first before he can be rewarded with that sharp penetration of fangs—that way, he knows he hasn’t made the mistake of choosing him again. Ah, what a benevolent lover, granting him the chance to prove his home-making prowess to him.

He gently strokes the underside of Shu’s growing erection with his fingertips, marveling at the size. His mouth waters at the sight. It’s pretty-pink, standing as majestically as the man it belongs to, and it smells so nicely of him, with his lavender swirling around… he can’t wait a second longer.

Shu exhales, lifting his hips off of the door and letting Kanata’s sweet mouth swallow him.

Kanata takes him down to the hilt, lingering and looking upwards at Shu as if to ask how impressed he is. But his sturdy expression doesn’t change, and it sparks motivation to get his alpha to crack, to succumb under his service of relieving him after a long day.

He remembers one of their foursomes (maybe it was a fivesome), where Rei lovingly bitched him, sheathed deep inside of him while his hand wrapped Shu in light strokes and gentle pressure. Re-emerging for air, he replicates the sensation with a hollower mouth, using less suction as he lightly grazes Shu’s length as he descends.

He’s rewarded with the lowering of eyelids, a low groan that rumbles against the chest above, when he looks back up at Shu. And then his stomach flutters, happy. He continues sucking him, coming up for air when he pops off with his tongue pressed against Shu’s head, rubbing left and right with the small shakes of his head.

“K-Kanata…”

That hitch of breath sends more shivers down his spine. It’s almost as good as praise itself, or the overwhelming pleasure of submitting to the command of someone he loves.

His hand grabs him at the base, stroking upwards lightly. He sucks his cheek in, bobbing at the head.

“Kanata, I’m going to-”

The doorframe jostles behind Shu, door vehemently nudging open in an attempt to dislodge something caught on it.

“Ah!”

Kanata’s eyes shoot wide open, taking Shu down to the hilt again. He nearly panics before relaxing in the cloud of Shu’s scent, opening his throat and holding his breath as the haze starts to cover him.

The door stills against Shu’s back when Shu moans again, holding himself back from fully thrusting his knot inside of his mouth. He pulses inside of him a handful of times—thick, hot, stickily—finally pulling off of him after a small rock against his lips.

Shu pants, stepping aside for their visitor who peeks through the small gap. He glares at him. “Wataru!”

Wataru maintains his grin as more of him slips inside, cradling a bushel of towels against him. “Yes, it is I who has come! Though from what I could hear once the door gave way, perhaps it is you who did the coming?”

“It- You…!” Shu’s hand uselessly flails until he manages to gesture with his palm. “Look what you’ve made me do to Kanata!” Shu growls.

Kanata blinks serenely. Yes, look what a good beta he has as well—having facilitated their alpha’s pleasure and the result of it, coating his throat as he swallows.

Wataru looks from Shu to Kanata, then back to Shu. “He looks fairly happy~?”

At that, Shu takes a look for himself to see Kanata remaining in his kneel, grinning and gently swaying from side to side as a drop of cum threatens to slide off his chin.

“Nn-” Shu swipes one of the many towels from Wataru’s arms, wiping Kanata’s face delicately. 

He purrs against it, content with the smell of fresh linen from both Wataru and his usual detergent. Some of the scent drifts away though, as he hears Wataru walk over to Rei and provide him with his contributions.

“You should start skinship soon.”

Peck, peck. “Mm, will do.”

At the mention of skinship, Kanata whips his head around to look at Wataru. “Right now?”

“If that’s what you’d like~”

“Ehehe.” Kanata leaves Shu in his undressed state, who closes and locks the door with a single hand and an exasperated sigh. When his back hits mattress, he invites Wataru with open arms. “Yes!”

More casualties of his nest’s ring of clothes are sacrificed when Wataru also dives into his arms. The weight kind of hurts, but is quickly forgotten when fresh linen wraps around him in a hug. Peck, peck, peck. His cheek, his neck, his shoulders are loved. Kanata sighs and Wataru stops kissing those areas in favor for his lips.

“Mhm-hm.” Kanata smiles into the kiss. 

He can smell the latent alpha within Wataru brimming with life.

“Wataru likes ‘kissing’ me like this doesn’t he?” It’s the way his inner omega entices him, stirring up a temporary rut within. It’s the transformative aspect that allures him, but also simply, because he is a kissing demon.

“You are so adorable, how could any of us not?”

Wataru’s hand hikes up his shirt, running up his side as he leans back in for another kiss. The touch is ticklish like the fluttery effects of his heat. It ebbs, it flows, it skips across him as Wataru’s fingers trace his silhouette.

And then it happens.

“Ah,” Kanata moans, eyes snapping open.

His mates flinch and notice immediately, concern filling the air. The jolt of pleasure—of pain—isolates in his core in a series of cramps as he writhes against Wataru, who tries to soothe him and envelop him in the safe scent of a large blanket. When the wave of contractions cease and Kanata is left with the start of a furnace, the trickle of slick, he looks up at Wataru with a whine.

“What do you need?” Wataru kisses him between the brows, trying to discern from his generalized pheromone of distress.

That linen wraps around him again as Wataru waits for his answer. It’s so cloudy, so hazy… but Kanata squeezes his eyes, nose chasing that lingering trace of what he wants against Wataru’s chest. He snuggles against it, pulling his blanket closer to his body. It feels so far away—the last fleeting ember of a dying campfire. The last of…

“Nacchan.”

“We’ll get him here.” Wataru shifts, with Kanata alongside him, moving to lean against the headboard. “But for Now, make do with This, Okay?”

The familiar voice is a mild comfort, but still his heart longs.

Kanata whines as the slick begins to leak out of him and his pants, threatening to dampen the sheets. His hips are hoisted up by Wataru, making more of his back rest against his torso while Shu and Rei help undress both of them then tuck towels underneath their butts.

“He sent a text that he’s on his way,” Rei kisses his hair. “So sit tight.”

Kanata then hears a set of crinkles, and he lifts his head to meet the uncapped rim of a bottle. “You should replenish your fluids now.”

“Mm…” Kanata accepts the water, sipping at the gentle incline Shu tilts for him.

“I’ll be borrowing this place for a Moment.”

Nacch- Wataru takes both of his thighs in hand, pushing them together to cushion his half-hard dick.

Kanata swallows, gently jostled by the shallow and soft thrusts he makes. Slick, slick, slick… Wataru stiffens up against him, coating himself in his fluids.

“Some protein too.” Dried squid wafts between all of their scents when Rei holds a piece out for him to nibble. “Ah…”

Shu retracts his hand to make room for Rei’s offering, which Kanata accepts after another swallow. He moans a tad more obscenely than Rei expects. “Ah~” And after yet another swallow, he’s interrupted by another jolt-like cramp. “Ah!”

“It’s Okay, it’s Okay.” Wataru shifts underneath him again, letting his grip on his thighs weaken and for Kanata’s legs to drift back down. His cock presses into his entrance as another trickle of slick starts to leak out of him.

“Nn…” He feels the warm fluid pool back inside himself for a moment when Wataru enters. The stretch makes him sag against him, mewling in relief.

“Now just stay like This. Keep me warm and take what you Can.”

Kanata nods after having a sigh. He sips, he nibbles, he grinds back against Wataru at his own pace, accepting a kiss from each of them intermittently. And right when Rei and Shu are about to fetch another light snack, their redhead unlocks the door.

“Nii-san,” Natsume pants. “Are you Alright?”

Kanata squeezes down on Wataru in a moan. “Nacchan~”

He wastes no time stripping himself, shrugging off articles of clothing that lead to a trail towards their nest. His smokiness wafts over with him and all feels right in the world.

“Sorry for keeping you Waiting.”

Kanata smiles. “That’s ‘okay,’ because you’re here now.”

“Fufu, but I was here all Along?” Wataru jests.

Kanata turns against the torso behind him. “Good beta.” He nuzzles him again, grinding against him as a thank you for his quick thinking.

“Mm, if you do that, I might not want to leave, you know.”

“Bad beta.”

“No…” Wataru whines, then a laugh breaks through his faux hurt, and he begins to slide out. “Very well, I will excuse myself so you get the knot you truly wish for at this moment.”

The loneliness that fills Kanata again when Wataru fully pulls out of him is short-lived. Natsume quickly slots himself between his legs, rubbing himself erect, taking a deep breath of his ripe citrus, and then, he plunges himself inside, filling that emptiness below and in his heart.

“Mm! Na… cchan…”

It’s like an itch being scratched when he pulls back and thrusts; the motion makes Kanata rock his ass back against Wataru’s erection, rubbing more precum out of him with every squeeze of skin. Kanata and Wataru both grunt against Natsume when he bottoms out—a layer of sweat starting to form between all of them.

Slap, slap, slap…

“Is it Good, Nii-san?” Natsume doesn’t even let him answer, capturing his lips.

There’s a string of saliva between them when Kanata escapes. “Good…” he throws his head back. “It’s good.”

The gentle flame of his starts to grow, charring at wood.

“I know how much you love to spoil Me… Letting me have my Way, holding Back, all so I can knot you while you squeeze me at your Tightest.”

He loves this. He can hardly breathe at the way Nacchan smiles down at him like a treasure to admire, a priceless plaything of his own. And still, he loves the way he rocks into him punishingly fast, like spoiling him is a bad thing. Oh, but is that a bad thing~?

“Nacchan,” Kanata gasps, “is such a good kid, such, ah, nn, a good alpha… after, a-ah, all.”

“Not this Time, Nii-san,” Natsume pants. “I’m the one spoiling you Now. Hah, I’m not going to Come, until you Do.”

“Mm!” Kanata feels the blossoming bruises on his hips when Natsume squeezes him harder.

“I’ll give it to you, over and over, until you’re filled with me. Until you can’t think about anything other than my fat knot inside of you. Until you have no choice but to nearly forget them.”


Wataru lets a possessive growl slip from behind Kanata, and the air colors in animosity from him, Shu, and Rei for a moment—before it gives way to a burst of lust.

Kanata feels it. He shivers. He’s starting to curl in on himself with each thrust Nacchan makes, grazing deep inside of him. His hips lift, meeting Natsume’s in a lopsided timing, until Natsume grinds down against him, forcing his own rhythm to conform with his.

His bangs stick against his forehead when he starts to aimlessly shake his head, rolling against Wataru’s torso, rolling against the pleasure consuming him. He squints his eyes open to see Shu and Rei’s sloppy kisses, a condom already wrapped around Shu, and their hands working each other in preparation to claim him next…

“So come for me, Kanata-niisan.”


“Ah…” Kanata weakly looks away from the sight, back to Natsume, moaning in anticipation.

“Come.”


Kanata’s hips buck up, the shivers trail down. His tongue is useless, moaning for something and sucking up air as he grows still, accepting all of Natsume’s thrusts. He grows sloppy, nearly slipping out before he pushes himself deep, deep inside of him, stretching out his sensitive hole.

There’s a grunt, and then-

Kanata could cry—he is crying. Natsume’s sharp canines meet indented skin in the exact place he has marked him long before. It’s bliss. It stings, but it feels so good. Kanata hugs him close, wrapping his legs around his waist. I’m yours, welcome home.

Natsume jerks against him, shooting inside with a series of growls. And Kanata swears he could come again, feeling his bite shift as Natsume leans more and more of his body weight against him.

“Mm, hah, Nacchan~”

Just when he’s starting to grow satiated with Nacchan’s knot, he does something unthinkable for a bonding alpha.

“Nacchan…” Kanata whimpers.

No, don’t go-

Natsume releases the pressure of his jaw, causing Kanata to whine further.

Don’t…!

Natsume bites his lip with his incisors—nearly enough to draw blood—growling at himself while his hips shiver against Kanata’s entrance. He bucks back into him, interrupting his growls with a groan, before he manages to pull himself away from him. 

Kanata’s ring of muscle hugs nothing.

Nacchan snarls.

And then Kanata cries out.

“Shu, go.”

His alpha is torn away from him, lashing out against Rei’s hold. He sobs as the feeling of being wrapped in a blanket returns, and he whimpers at the scent of lavender trying to seduce him into a calmness. It’s like his campfire smoke has already been whisked away into the wind, nothing but a bygone memory. 

He hates this. He hates this part of their arrangement. The feeling of incomplete knotting is already unpleasant enough. It’s unusual for the usual alpha and an omega, and a beta or two, but not for them; it’s what it comes down to, for his three alphas and beta to bond with him.

He knows Nacchan’s territorial instinct grows exponentially worse after he claims him, and that he’s being separated so as to not attack the rest of them for “threatening” their bond. He knows they all talked about the necessity of this type of measure beforehand, for any of them, when they first courted each other—Natsume being the one to suggest it in the first place. And still, he knows Rei helps mediate his feelings, taking good care of him each and every time… but hearing his beloved junior, his Nacchan, his alpha, grow so distressed, it makes his heart break.

Fluids leak from both ends of his body. “Nacchan…”

The semi-familiar smells grow even stronger around him. “Stay with us, Kanata.” Shu grabs a hold of his hips. “I’m entering to relieve you, alright?”

He fights against his cries, against the unwelcome anxiety over another alpha “taking” him. He only manages to make what he hopes are enough to be affirmative-sounding noises. I trust you. “Nn- Mm!”

Shu narrows his eyes, focusing on that feeling of belief—of love—amongst the swirling layers of sorrow and ache. He positions himself to breach, sliding in with another verbal notice.

Kanata yelps at the different width, the different length, that stretches him. It’s disorienting. It’s soothing, yet… It’s not Nacchan. It’s not Nacchan. It’s not Nacchan-

He’s kissed on the head twice by Shu and Wataru.

Kanata takes a breath. It’s not Nacchan, but it’s someone he cares for dearly; someone he wants to bond with too. So, he grits his teeth, willing himself to relax at the intrusion, forcing himself to ignore the moans of his bonded alpha being bitched, held down and kissed to submission on top of their futons.

He pants, heaving breaths, fighting his eyes open to look at his mate. “Shu, nngh, do it… ‘Take’ me. ”

Shu nods at his determined gaze, leaning down between his neck.

Once those teeth sink into him, he finally registers the stretch below as something comforting. His inhale is shaky as his heart warms. And between his legs, the slick drools against Shu’s dick, welcoming him in further.

“Shu…” His mate’s name comes out breathless and short—the length of his only vowel clipped like his desire to run and fly off.

He thrusts slowly, a welcome change in pace from the whirlwind of stimuli. It coaxes him, soothes him, alongside the growing allure of his scent.

“Rei-niisan…”

Kanata peeks to see Natsume panting underneath Rei, rutting up against his hand as his flames dim.

“More?” Shu asks, releasing his bite.

“Nn.”

Shu drives his hips deeper, gradually increasing his pace with exhales matching the tempo of each acceleration.

“R-Rei-niisan,” Natsume gasps. “C-Coming…!”

Kanata twitches, body clenching down as he anticipates the feeling of a knot… but it doesn’t come.

“Shu,” he breathes, lazily blinking.

“Sorry, I’m… having, ah, trouble because of earlier.”

Ah, when he sucked him off.

“Hah, oh, mm, it’s okay… Just ‘enjoy’ me, ah, as you wish~”

The brows on his face soften as he continues to thrust.“Hah, hah…”

“Nii-san- ah, again, I’m-”

Kanata senses the shift in Shu when those flowers of his start to smell sweeter, when the heat inside of himself starts to pick up in intensity once more.

“Shuuu~” The vowel of his name bounces in time with each rock against him.

“Here, take it,” Shu grits, “my all.”

Mewling, Kanata bucks toward the stretching feeling of Shu’s knot. Yes, so good… So big, so full—cum bulging at the tip inside. But he knows he shouldn’t bask in the feeling for too long.

It’s coming again… that denial of fully sinking into that haze of being knotted. Shu struggles with the fact too, lust clamoring away at his usual willpower, desiring to stay deep inside of him. But he eventually manages, tearing himself away from him in a smooth motion.

The pang hits Kanata’s heart again as he whimpers, but with Natsume having been calmed with his orgasms, and Shu restraining himself to a low growl directed towards no one but him alone, Kanata takes this separation less harshly. Though the emptiness between his legs does threaten to topple his grip on his growing need to cry.

Sensing that, Wataru reaches toward Kanata’s entrance, skirting around his navel, skirting the bit of his belly, reaching his hole with digits. He doesn’t penetrate, only keeping that last bit of stretch he yearns for with his index and middle fingers.

“Oh…”

Rei moves from stroking Natsume’s hair, to standing next to Shu by the bed and kissing him for good measure. Rei whispers something against Shu’s ear, taking his place as Shu exits the bed from the other side to nurse the remnants of Natsume’s alpha ego.

“Long time no see,” Rei greets with a kiss on his forehead.

Kanata smiles.

“Wataru, how are you doing?”

“I can manage one, though small.” When Wataru exhales, Kanata realizes that he’s not the only one burning.

“Okay, I’ll help then.” Rei looks back at Kanata. “Let’s make this our last.”

A flush of warmth fills his face when Rei shifts both him and Wataru so that they can press up against one another against his entrance.

After having Natsume and Shu break him in, so to say, Kanata’s sensitivity over another claim on him has dulled—it’s no longer as repulsive; when he imagines the moment their heads squeeze against each other at his rim, he shivers, moaning as another gush of slick leaks from him.

“Fufu. You’re so wet,” Rei brushes his hand across his inner thigh, up to his hole. “But just to be safe… Shu?”

He catches the bottle of lube lobbed by Shu, cradling the head of a tired Natsume in his lap.

“Thanks.” Snap, click. The fluid mixes with his own, veering toward cool rather than body-temperature, but Rei and Wataru distract him from the sensation with comforting nuzzles.

“There…” Rei stares deeply into Kanata’s eyes—it’s almost enough to make him go into total submission. “We’re coming in now, ‘kay?”

“Yes…” Kanata breathes. 

Rei waits for him to take another deep inhale, then he starts pushing alongside Wataru when he makes his exhale.

Their entry feels thick enough to rival a knot already—he shakes, coming from the pressure alone. He clenches down on Rei and Wataru, halting their thrust inwards and making them hiss. “Ah… nn… hah…”

He babbles weakly, reaching towards Rei’s neck and looping his arms around him.

“Nngh.” Rei leans into the embrace, squeezing more of himself inside and shifting against Wataru. His breath is hot against Kanata’s neck, panting a growl—and then, a cloud of lust bursts from him.

Rei pulls his hips back and drives himself inside with a harsh slap.

“Ah!” “Mm!”

Wataru stills, letting Rei thrust as he pleases and having Kanata melt against him. Their whimpers fade into one another’s, drowned by the sound of skin clapping and the messy clicks of it all.

Every pounding against Kanata, it feels like another knot pops into him, fucking him looser and looser. He can’t catch his breath, lightheaded from sharing Rei’s air. The torso against his back scorches him, heartbeat thumping as erratically as his.

Rei grins toothily, taking off one of his supporting hands on the mattress, and wrapping it around Kanata’s cock. “Feel it.”

“W-Wei… Nn!” Kanata doesn’t even have it in him to clench in reaction, nor buck against it. He trembles as each nerve fires up against the shivers of his back, gasping.

The strokes, the thrusts. Rei and Wataru’s gasps, exhales, and whines, all kissing his ear. He can’t. He can’t anymore. His vision is blurring.

Kanata throws his head back, and all he can feel is the drool of his own cock, the contractions squeezing the two below, a shared grunt from Rei and Wataru, their teeth on skin, and the swelling of their knots before all he can see are stars scattering across his eyes…

And then black.

 

 

 

“Mm, ah…”

“Shh, you don’t want to wake the others up, do you, Wataru?”

Wataru whimpers.

Kanata raises his head, blinking in the darkness. As he takes note of his cleaner body, and the milder flame of his core, his eyes adjust to the moonlight that pierces the curtains, making out the dark silhouettes to be Wataru straddling Rei on the loveseat near the coffee table.

He looks back down near him, then unwraps himself from Natsume and Shu—who seem to have decided to sleep in the nest for the night.

“Shh, shh…”

Wataru rocks against Rei’s knot, knees shifting around Rei’s hips with each grind, biting back another moan.

Kanata delicately rolls off the bed, careful not to kick either Natsume or Shu, and he crawls himself towards the loveseat, only standing when he needs to get on and kneel next to Rei on the cushion.

“Oh? Sorry, did we wake you after all?”

Kanata settles more of his weight against his shins. “Dunno, I woke up ‘naturally’…”

Wataru looks over to him with a pout. “I’m sorry…”

Kanata kisses him on the cheek, whispering, “No ‘need’ to be.”

“Careful not to trigger his rut so soon.”

“I won’t,” Kanata kisses Wataru on the cheek again, pressing his cheek against his. “Not like ‘this.’ ”

He slowly releases a calming pheromone—one he would often do for fellow distressed omegas—and Wataru responds accordingly, keening against him. Yes, good… Sit still, and let that seed fill you with strong pups. Regardless of the fact that both of them took contraceptives beforehand, in preparation for something like this, the primitive thought still occurs.

“How long?” Kanata asks Rei.

He yawns, seemingly affected by the nurturing aura as well. “An hour?”

“I can ‘take’ over. You look like you need to get some rest.”

“Mm… You’re so good to me.” Rei smiles, pressing his nose against his, brushing back and forth until he leaves him with a kiss.

Grinding the last of his full-sized knot against Wataru’s walls, Rei pulls out slowly.

Kanata sighs with a little bit of jealousy and vicarious glee, watching Wataru blissfully accepting the release of a knot—at least one of them got to experience the full-length duration of being stretched on the first day.

With Rei shifting to move and take a rest in his futon, Kanata accepts Wataru’s weight onto his lap as he transitions into a normal sitting pose on Rei’s towel. He inhales his scent. “You still want one ‘more,’ don’t you?”

Wataru’s cock twitches against his. He rests his forehead in a like manner, eyelashes tickling his cheek. His sweet scent feels so fragile against his nose, like he wishes to just collapse onto warm skin, mattress, or blankets, but his lingering arousal is the pesky irritant enough to keep him awake.

“Let’s ‘do it’ together, then.” Kanata kisses him.

Wataru takes a hold of his shoulders, kissing back. His voice slips out when he takes a breath, but quickly dampens when he presses against Kanata’s lips again. He grinds upward against his grasp on them both, frotting into his hand.

Kanata pulls back to look at Wataru’s sleepy eyes. “Hehe… just like ‘earlier,’ isn’t it?”

“Mm… you were much tighter.”

“Then-” Kanata squeezes them closer together, rocking upwards as well. “Like ‘this’?”

“A-Ah…” Wataru muffles his voice in the nook of his neck.

With how he grips his shoulders, and how the rhythm of his breaths come out against his neck, Kanata takes a whiff, burying his nose in hair. It’s almost done, dear. Just a little “more” for you, and a little “more” for me…

And then Wataru stiffens against him, bucking once before his cum coats his hand. Kanata’s own orgasm trickles in, seconds after, pooling against his fingers and trailing down their lengths.

What happens next is a sleepy blur, powered only by the responsibility of the omega taking care of his pack mate. Wataru’s limp body is cleaned—as is his own—the towel gets added to their growing pile of laundry, and he gently lays him into one of the empty futons.

And when Kanata falls asleep against Wataru, he falls asleep to the fleeting thought of gratitude that the worst of it is over.

All of them have claimed him and Wataru has powered through the day, suppressing his heat when it counted, amongst their strong alphas. When the next he wakes, with the renewed desire of being filled, any and all of them can calmly have him. They’ll get proper meals, with one of his mates fetching food on rotation. He’ll be bathed and cared for in their adjacent bathroom—maybe even fucked within it. And most importantly, he can pride himself in finding such wonderful people. His people... His beloved mates in their circle of five.

Yes, this is how it’s meant to be… No matter what anyone says. He snuggles against Wataru one last time, getting comfortable, finally appreciating the mix of all of their scents in the room. A smoky warmth, a sweet flower, a soft kiss of sunshine, a fresh coolness, and his very own airy spritz of freshness. It’s warm, safe, comforting; the perfect foundation for his pack dynamics.