"Hey, Brown Eyes."
Sören smiled as he blinked his sleepy eyes open, and giggled as Anthony rained kisses over his face. He laughed harder once he opened his eyes and saw Anthony sitting on the edge of the bed in his solemn black robes and curly off-white wig.
"Hi George," Sören said, reaching up to pet Anthony's wig like it was a cat; within the first few months of their relationship Sören had named Anthony's barrister wig "George" and liked to pretend it was sentient. Anthony chuckled and Sören raised an eyebrow. "Court today?"
Anthony nodded. "It's my last day of work before holiday break and of course, they have to make sure I really earn it." Anthony chuckled and sighed. "Some people get to have office parties, I get to argue."
"Mmmmm, well, I'll take care of you when you get home." Sören waggled his eyebrows.
Anthony laughed and leaned in to steal a kiss. "Thanks, now I'll be climbing the walls all day thinking about fucking you senseless."
"You're welcome."
"Minx." Anthony kissed him again. His nostrils twitched. "God, you smell good." He tousled Sören's curls and then he was off.
Sören went back to sleep - he wasn't a morning person by any stretch of the imagination, and wanted to get every minute of sleep that he could before his alarm went off and he had to start doing things like making breakfast for Rey. He loved his daughter and cat dearly but he hoped this wouldn't be yet another morning where Rey or Seumas woke him up before the alarm... he was feeling achy all over and a bit too warm. He hoped he wasn't coming down with something.
Sören woke up with a start ten minutes before his alarm went off. He sat there shaking, feeling like he was burning up. He had soaked the sheets with sweat...
...and slick.
The scent in the room was overpowering. His pajama bottoms were drenched and he was still dripping, his thoughts replaying the dream he'd had of Anthony and Nicholas taking turns inside him. His hole twitched and his cock throbbed as his mind raced with the fantasies, every nerve of his body aching for his Alphas' touch, their kiss, their knots. Cock cock cock.
He'd been overdue for heat - the last one was just before Rey's birthday in April. But he still remembered the signs, having been through it enough times. He was annoyed that it was happening now but he supposed the timing could be worse - his heats were typically three days, sometimes four. It was the nineteenth, which meant his heat would probably be over before Christmas.
In the meantime... Rey.
Sören got changed, put a liner in his briefs for the slick, and went to the bathroom to splash some water on his face and take a few deep breaths before he woke his daughter up. Rey made a face as Sören gently stirred her awake. When she opened her eyes she wrinkled her nose. "Mummy, you smell funny."
"Yeah, I know, elskan." Sören patted her, got up, and walked to her closet. He began packing her My Little Pony suitcase.
"What's going on?" Rey asked.
"You're going to stay with your grandma and grandpa for a few days," Sören said. That was the protocol he and Anthony had agreed upon when Sören went into heat - even though Rey was still too young to know what was going on, and indeed young enough where they didn't know if she was an Alpha, Beta, or Omega, she could still smell it, and more importantly, someone else was going to need to babysit while Sören was like this. Sören felt bad for Omegas with kids who didn't have someone to watch them when heat happened; he was eternally grateful for how easygoing Elaine and Roger, both Betas, were about everything. Elaine's mother and father had been an Alpha and Omega respectively, and Elaine had seen from her own experience growing up that Omega men had a bit more of a difficult time with heat.
Sören also felt a twinge of guilt for shuffling Rey off like this, but to his relief, her face lit up and she clapped her hands together. "Oh boy! Gran says next time I see her we can make a gingerbread house! If I'm there for a few days maybe we can make an entire gingerbread village!"
If anyone could design a gingerbread village, it was Elaine, an architect. Sören booped Rey's nose. "There you go," he said, and resumed packing.
As breakfast cooked, Sören called Elaine - he had her number on speed dial. Unlike Sören, Elaine was a morning person and answered after the first ring; Sören smiled, realizing where Anthony had gotten his phone manners from. "Hello Sören," Elaine said. "How are you?"
"I'm..." Sören gave a nervous little chuckle. "Having a visit from Auntie O -" What many used as a euphemism for Omega heat cycles. "And I'm gonna need you to watch Rey for a few days, if that's all right?" Sören bit his lower lip, hoping that Elaine and Roger didn't have plans to go on vacation for the holidays, but he thought Anthony would have said something about it.
"It's all right, Sören. I'll head over soon."
"OK." Blackheath was about an hour away, give or take depending on traffic. "Thank you so much..."
"You're welcome. Do you need me to bring anything from the grocery store on my way there?"
"Please, if you don't mind. Finger foods, ready-to-eat stuff that can be heated up quickly..."
"All right. It'll take a bit longer with a stop at the store but it should be less than two hours."
"Takk."
The day felt like an eternity. Sören fed Seumas and then played with Rey to keep her occupied while they waited for Elaine. But after Elaine came to take Rey and drop off groceries, the wait was even worse. If Anthony didn't have court Sören would have called him and asked him to leave early to take care of him, but he didn't want to interrupt Anthony in court so he made himself tough it out. By the time four o'clock came, Sören was a shaking, panting, whimpering wreck. Despite changing his liner every half-hour, he'd gone through three changes of underwear soaking through the liners, and his need was the sort that he couldn't handle just by jerking off or using a toy. He needed to mate with his Alpha.
His Alphas. Sören swallowed hard, thinking of Nicholas. This was definitely a bad time to go into heat, when Nicholas was supposed to come over to talk some more about where things were going - his decision that he'd slept on.
Everything else was going to have to take a back seat. The time drew closer for Anthony to get home from court. Sören wanted to be ready to get down to business right away. He set up the evening's food, and some bottles of water and electrolyte drinks. He changed the sheets on the bed - of course they'd be soaked again in no time - and then he took a shower, though he was already starting to sweat again once he left the shower, and then he got on the bed, laying on his stomach. He turned his head to the side and watched the clock, taking deep, slow breaths. Soon.
A few minutes later he began grinding his hard cock against the mattress, his thoughts racing again with Anthony taking him in different positions, Nicholas fucking him. Sören let out a little sob into the pillows, feeling like he was going to die of sexual frustration. His heats were always intense, but it had never been this bad. At least he knew Anthony was on the way, and soon, Anthony's knot inside him, soothing, pleasing, sending him into bliss.
Sören sobbed again when he heard a car coming down the street. He heard two cars - he guessed Nicholas and Anthony were both getting home around the same time. Then he heard car doors close, and two muffled deep voices outside - Nicholas and Anthony probably talking to each other. Sören's heart pounded in his ears and he stopped himself from going to the window and calling down ANTHONY, JUST GET UP HERE AND FUCK ME. For starters, he was naked, and though something told him Nicholas wouldn't mind the sight, the other neighbors would.
Sören got into position, face down, ass up, presenting. He could feel the slick dripping in anticipation. Then he heard two sets of steps coming up the stairs, and part of him screamed to get up and put some clothes back on... and the part of him that needed to fuck stayed there, like his body was locked in place. Sören could hear himself panting. He was trembling again, needing to be filled, knotted, like he needed air to breathe.
The front door opened. "Sören?" Anthony called out. "Sören? Rey?" And then, "My god."
Sören had a feeling Anthony could smell him all the way down the hall. He heard Anthony's steps march down the hall... and Nicholas's steps behind him.
There was a growl, and it wasn't from Anthony. A frisson went through Sören at the sound of Nicholas's hungry growl; slick gushed out of Sören and he let out a little whimper.
"Oh my god. You're in heat," Anthony said, his voice hushed.
"I... I didn't want to disturb you at court. Rey's off with your parents..."
Anthony quickly began undressing, and then, to Sören's delight, Nicholas did too - shyly, hesitantly, but undressing just the same, unbuttoning his shirt. The sight of Nicholas's silver chest hair almost undid Sören right then.
"Oh god, please." Sören gave another whimper. "Please. Please, fuck me..."
"Fuck." Anthony's breath hitched. Anthony said to Nicholas, "Is that not the hottest thing you've ever seen in your life?"
"Yes," Nicholas said. He growled again. Then he chuckled. "I suppose my decision has been made."
Sören's heart soared.
"Good." Anthony dragged Nicholas over where Sören could see it and gave him a deep, passionate kiss that made Sören's balls tighten and another pool of slick flowed out of him. Nicholas kissed Anthony back, and groaned into the kiss as Anthony unbuttoned the remaining buttons of Nicholas's shirt. Sören moaned as he watched Anthony's hands play over Nicholas's chest, fingers running through the silver pelt.
Sören whined and wiggled his ass. "Please. Please, please, fuck me, I need..."
Anthony got naked first, and climbed on the bed. He lay down beside Sören for a moment to kiss him and pet him. "I'm sorry you've been going through this all day, sweetheart." Anthony kissed the tip of Sören's nose. "I'll make it better now." Anthony glanced over at Nicholas. "We'll make it better."
Anthony gave Sören another kiss, and then he knelt at the edge of the bed and pulled Sören's hips, moving him closer to his face. Sören cried out as he felt Anthony's tongue brush around the rim of his opening in slow, lazy circles. "You are so wet," Anthony husked. "God, it's like Christmas came early." With that, he plunged his tongue inside Sören and began to tease, as his hands caressed up and down Sören's back, fingers walking, teasing him even more.
Sören howled, rocking his hips, fucking himself on Anthony's tongue. It felt so good, and even as Sören desperately needed his Alpha's knot, Anthony's tongue was a special kind of magic, lashing away inside him. Shyly, a now-nude Nicholas got on the bed beside Sören - cock fully hard, standing proud, dripping with precum - and Nicholas stroked Sören's cheek.
"Hello, love," Nicholas said, his dark eyes shining, his voice husky with emotion.
"Hi." Sören whimpered as Anthony's tongue slowed down, achingly, deliciously slow strokes.
Nicholas leaned in and they kissed. They both moaned into the kiss; Sören could have cried at how sweet it was... the bliss of kissing Nicholas as Anthony's tongue played inside him. Anthony made little "mmmm" noises as he tasted Sören's slick, and Sören heard himself moan louder as Nicholas began to kiss and lick Sören's neck, as if he knew intuitively how sensitive Sören was there.
"Fuck..." Sören shuddered.
"You're so beautiful," Nicholas said. He took Sören's hand and guided it to his hard, dripping cock. Sören observed that Nicholas and Anthony were roughly the same size - Nicholas was a little longer and Anthony was a little thicker; Nicholas's cock was veinier, and had a slight upcurve to it. Sören gently stroked Nicholas's cock for a moment and then his fingers grazed the silver bush. He loved how hairy Nicholas was, and his fingers in Nicholas's bush gave him the urge to touch, feel, all that yummy fur. Sören grabbed Nicholas and kissed him hard, and then he maneuvered so he could begin licking at Nicholas's chest hair; Anthony moved with him, getting back in place so he could continue tongue-fucking Sören. Nicholas arched to Sören, groaning, as Sören's tongue and fingers explored him, tracing the definition in his chest and stomach, hardening his nipples. Sören loved the evergreen scent of him, which combined deliciously with Anthony's jasmine-musk.
"You're beautiful," Sören said, pausing to look Nicholas up and down before he resumed licking, caressing.
"Thank you, darling. But we are here to take care of you and your needs, are we not?" Nicholas gently pulled Sören up by the curls, and into another kiss.
"Mmmmmm." Anthony came up then and playfully slapped Sören's ass; Sören let out a high-pitched noise and wiggled his ass at Anthony, wanting more. But then Anthony crawled over and kissed both of them in turn. The sight of Nicholas and Anthony kissing made Sören frantic, gripping the pillows white-knuckled, hole twitching, aching.
"So..." Nicholas looked at Sören, then at Anthony. "Which one of us gets to take him first?"
"Well..." Anthony smirked. "I have an idea."
Anthony stood up, and Sören watched as Anthony went over to the bedtable and pulled open the drawer... and out came a pair of black silk scarves. Sören's eyes widened and he whimpered, hole twitching again, slick gushing. As badly as he needed to be filled, fucked, he also knew the release was so much better when Anthony tied him up and teased him.
Anthony gently rolled Sören onto his back and gave him a sweet kiss before he took Sören's wrists one at a time and bound them to the slats in the headboard. He had Sören test the bonds to make sure they were neither too loose nor too tight, then, satisfied, he turned back to Nicholas with a smile. "We can make him watch while we have a bit of a contest."
"A contest?" Nicholas raised his eyebrows.
Anthony climbed on top of Nicholas and Sören bit his lip and moaned as he watched their hard cocks rub together. Anthony kissed Nicholas again and again, fingers running through Nicholas's silver chest hair, and then Anthony began to kiss and nibble Nicholas's neck. "Whichever one of us finishes last... gets to take him first."
"I see." Nicholas gave a wolfish grin. "I look forward to making you spill."
"Not if I make you spill first," Anthony said, grinning back, and gave Nicholas a deep, fierce kiss.
Sören was already so close to coming, right there on that edge as he watched Anthony and Nicholas rub hard cock to hard cock, kissing, caressing. It was the most erotic thing Sören had ever seen, and as badly as he needed to fuck, he was utterly lost in the sight of them teasing each other, the sound of every moan and gasp and sigh. Sören felt like he was going to lose his mind when he saw Anthony lean in and suckle at each of Nicholas's nipples in turn, the way Nicholas clutched at Anthony's head and cried out, trembling.
"Oh, god." Sören whimpered. "Jesus Christ..." The sheets were getting soaked with his slick again.
Anthony looked over at Sören with a smug little smile, mischief in his green eyes. "You like that, do you?"
"Ffffffffuuuckkkk." Sören whimpered again. "You guys are fucking evil."
Anthony and Nicholas both laughed before they kissed again. Then Nicholas rolled Anthony onto his back and began to give Anthony the same treatment, licking at Anthony's patch of dark chest hair, lapping and sucking his nipples, cock teasing cock. Sören moaned at the sight of the precum flowing between their cockheads, making streamers.
"Evil," Sören whispered, feeling like he could explode with the tension winding tighter and tighter throughout his body.
"Mmmmmm, no, this isn't evil," Anthony said. "This is evil." He rolled Nicholas back onto his back and then he rose up and shifted position, his head at Nicholas's cock, his cock in Nicholas's face. Sören saw Nicholas pause, looking bashful again, but then after Anthony drew Nicholas's cock into his mouth, Nicholas also took Anthony's cock in his mouth and soon Nicholas was sucking at it like a pro, making Anthony moan with his mouth full.
Sören writhed against the restraints, panting, gasping. Watching his Alphas suck each other was too much, and he felt like he was going to die if he didn't get fucked soon, but oh, it was beautiful. Sören's whimpers were answered by Anthony's and Nicholas's deeper groans.
But a few moments later, Nicholas tensed, and his eyes widened as if with shock, and then he began to shake, letting out a cry with his mouth full. Anthony's "mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm" of pleasure confirmed that Nicholas was coming in his mouth, and then after Anthony swallowed down, he gave that telltale shuddery gasp and quivered as he flooded Nicholas's mouth. The sight of Anthony's seed spilling out the corners of Nicholas's mouth, running into his beard, made Sören whine, hole twitching again. When Anthony pulled out of Nicholas's mouth, still dripping cum, Nicholas grabbed Sören's face and kissed him, sharing Anthony's seed with him. Sören moaned into the kiss, and gasped for breath when they pulled apart. "Please," Sören begged. "God, please. Please."
It didn't take long for Anthony to recharge. He untied Sören, and Sören's arms wrapped around him, holding him tight. Anthony kissed Sören, and the sight of Sören and Anthony kissing got Nicholas hard again - impressive for an elderly man, but then he was an Alpha; Sören couldn't help snickering a little as he remembered that Attenborough documentary about elephants, and the commentary on the elderly bull elephants having more intense musth. Sören stopped laughing as Nicholas kissed him again, and then Nicholas and Anthony were kissing again.
"That was fun," Anthony said.
"Indeed. We should... rematch sometime." Nicholas's eyes glittered.
"We will," Anthony said, patting him. "But first..."
He guided Sören into position, kneeling behind Sören, with Nicholas sitting up with pillows propped up behind him, Sören's face in Nicholas's lap. Anthony slapped Sören's ass again and Sören rubbed his ass against Anthony's hard cock, whimpering. "Please," Sören panted. "Oh god, please. Please..."
Anthony paused, and Sören wondered why, and then Anthony asked, "Sören, did you pick up your birth control from the pharmacy the other day?"
"Jæja, it's in the kitchen drawer, I stuffed it in there when I was putting groceries away and forgot to bring it up here."
"OK, I'll get it later." Anthony gave Sören's ass a reassuring rub. Then he eased the tip of his cock into Sören's passage.
Once Anthony was all the way inside - and knotted - Sören took Nicholas's cock into his mouth, their eyes locked. Nicholas groaned as Sören's mouth wrapped around him, and again as Sören began to suck slowly, teasingly, working his tongue as he sucked.
"Oh, that's wonderful." Nicholas gasped and shivered, then gave a blissful smile. "You and your husband are both very talented."
"Mmmmmmm."
Sören loved this - having Nicholas's cock in his mouth as Anthony fucked him slowly, then a little faster. Sören loved it even more when Anthony slapped his ass.
"That's it," Anthony rasped. "Show us how much you want this."
Sören sucked Nicholas harder, faster. Nicholas's cry, followed by a deep grunt, almost set Sören off right then. He rocked his hips back at Anthony, matching Anthony's rhythm, and whimpered with his mouth full as Anthony reached to grab a fistful of his curls. Then Nicholas was grabbing his hair too.
"Such a good boy," Nicholas husked, his free hand skritching Sören's beard. "Such a good, good boy..."
Sören gave an urgent whimper, bucking against Anthony, needing to be fucked harder, needing to be pounded. Something about the older man - old enough to be his father - calling him a good boy drove Sören mad with lust. Sören sucked even more enthusiastically, his cock throbbing with Nicholas's moans.
Anthony slowed down, teasing them both, and then he slapped Sören's ass. "Tease him too."
Sören pulled Nicholas's cock out of his mouth and started to lick it, long and slow strokes of his tongue then faster, tongue-bathing it. Nicholas gasped and sighed and groaned. "Oh, that's good," Nicholas growled. "Good boy..."
Sören whimpered and drew the head of Nicholas's cock back into his mouth, kissing it, moaning with his mouth full.
Anthony leaned down, his chest against Sören's back. Sören cried out with his mouth full as Anthony began kissing and licking the back of Sören's neck, and shoulder. Sören resumed licking Nicholas's cock, giving Anthony a show, and Anthony exhaled sharply. "You are so fucking hot," Anthony said, nibbling Sören's neck. "So, so fucking hot..."
Sören whined and began sucking Nicholas's cock again, greedy for it. Anthony sped up, an arm around Sören as their hips slapped together, and the wet slurping sound of each thrust rose above their groans and cries. Anthony's other arm reached out and took Nicholas's hand, and Nicholas's other hand was in Sören's hair. Nicholas's breath was coming out in little gasps now and Sören reached to play with Nicholas's balls, smiling around the cock in his mouth as he felt Nicholas's balls tightening. Soon...
Anthony was pounding away at Sören now. Sören's thighs quivered, feeling himself bear down, the edge building and building, pleasure deeper and higher, taking all that Anthony had to give, needing to come but never wanting him to stop, each stroke of Anthony's cock inside him - each pulse of Anthony's knot - more and more delicious. Anthony's hand let go of Nicholas's and reached up to tease one of Nicholas's nipples. Nicholas threw his head back and gave a fierce shout as he came in Sören's mouth. The smoky-sweet taste of Nicholas's seed set Sören off, screaming with his mouth full as he climaxed, spurting cum, gushing slick, melting with ecstasy. A few thrusts later Anthony came too, shaking, panting, and then Anthony's teeth were in Sören's neck, biting... claiming.
"Oh god." Sören laughed and cried at the same time as the pleasure throbbed through him, as the room spun and he felt like he was flying. "Oh god... shit... fuck..."
"Fuck." Anthony laughed too as he caught his breath. "God, I came hard." He shivered again, another jet of his seed flooding Sören.
As Anthony stayed knotted inside him, Sören rested his head in Nicholas's lap, and gave a happy sigh as Nicholas began to pet and skritch his curls, massaging his scalp. "That was delightful," Nicholas said, smiling.
"Just wait, there'll be more," Anthony said. He kissed the back of Sören's shoulder and patted it. "His heats last about three days."
Nicholas chuckled. "I feel utterly spoilt."
"You'll feel utterly exhausted by the time the three days are over, but it'll be worth it." Anthony kissed Sören's cheek.
When Anthony's knot receded, the three found their way into a cuddle-pile, Sören and Anthony both snuggled up together in Nicholas's chest, holding each other as Nicholas pet them both. "My boys," Nicholas said.
Sören felt himself grinning like an idiot - happy tears burning his eyes. He had grown to love Nicholas in such a short time... and he loved Anthony even more for being willing to share. For loving him too. Opening his heart, their lives, to give Nicholas the companionship and pleasure he'd been denying himself for so long.
Sören dozed off for a bit, and when he came to he was horny again, the urge to mate almost unbearable. Anthony's eyes opened and he growled when he smelled Sören again. Before Sören could say anything, Anthony pulled him into a deep, fierce kiss, Anthony's fingers walking over Sören's chest, brushing a pierced nipple here and there.
"You want it again, don't you?" Anthony narrowed his eyes, already knowing the answer to that.
Sören nodded and whimpered.
Anthony kissed him again, and Sören cried out into the kiss as he felt Anthony's hard cock bump up against his. For a moment they just kissed, hard cocks rubbing together, before Nicholas turned Sören's face to kiss him too. Then Nicholas and Anthony kissed again and Sören whined, slick gushing down his leg.
"How do you want it, sweetheart?" Anthony asked, stroking Sören's cheek.
"Yes?" Sören laughed, and then he looked down at Anthony's cock, and now at Nicholas's cock, risen and rubbing theirs. Sören swallowed hard and admitted his most forbidden, debauched fantasy. "I want both of you inside me, at once." It would be a tight fit, but he was very, very slick, and Anthony's hard fucking had opened him up nicely.
Anthony pulled back, and guided Sören on top of Nicholas, who continued laying on his back. Sören straddled Nicholas's hips and began to sink down, slowly, Nicholas's hands in his as Nicholas stretched and filled him. Once Nicholas was all the way inside, Nicholas sighed, a beatific look on his face that made Sören smile. Sören moaned as Nicholas ran his hands over Sören's body.
"Lovely," Nicholas husked. "Such a beautiful, lovely boy." His hand rested on Sören's heart. "Such a good boy."
Sören took Nicholas's hand and kissed it, and then he began to ride, moving up and down slowly, teasing them. Anthony watched, gently stroking himself, and then he got behind Sören and guided his cock. One arm wrapped around Sören from behind, holding him tight as he pushed, tighter and tighter, but then both of them were inside, and all three of them cried out at that feeling of being joined, three become one.
Both of Anthony's arms were around Sören now and he began to kiss the back of Sören's neck. They kept the rhythm slow at first, giving Sören time to adjust to the fullness - and to let them savor. Sören realized that they weren't just feeling him wrapped around them, tighter than before, but they were pleasing each other too, cock rubbing cock... knot rubbing knot. Sören whimpered, riding a little harder, and Anthony's hand reached down to stroke Sören's cock.
"That's a good boy," Nicholas husked, reaching up to play with Sören's nipples, and his nipple rings. "Such a good, beautiful boy."
"Oh god." Sören moaned, and again, louder, when Anthony tilted Sören's face so they could kiss.
All sense of time seemed to stop, Sören completely lost in the pleasure of the push and pull of Nicholas and Anthony's cocks, and Anthony's and Nicholas's hands sliding over him, exploring, teasing all his sensitive places. Sören loved kissing Anthony, loved it even more when Anthony kissed, licked, and nibbled his neck, growling.
It was even better when Sören and Anthony leaned down, and now Sören and Nicholas could kiss, while Anthony continued kissing Sören's neck, setting the pace harder, faster. When Nicholas and Anthony were both hammering away inside him, Sören howled and screamed, the wet suctioning sound of their cocks in his slick passage almost louder than his cries. Nicholas pet Anthony's hair with one hand, stroked Sören's face with the other. "My boys," Nicholas husked. "My good boys..."
Anthony groaned and bit Sören's shoulder, slamming into him even harder; clearly Anthony liked that too. Sören whimpered, feeling himself climbing that edge, bracing himself for the release.
It felt like it took forever and yet it wasn't that much longer, the three of them panting, gasping, hips slapping in frenzied, fevered time. Sören got closer and closer, and then when Nicholas began to kiss Sören's neck and throat, Sören made a high-pitched noise, feeling himself rush to that point of no return. When Nicholas's teeth were on his neck, the claiming bite of an Alpha, Sören screamed as his orgasm shattered him, then Nicholas and Anthony were crying out too, coming together. The mental image of their cocks shooting together, cock spraying cock with seed, made Sören come even harder, letting out another blast of cum and jet of slick as he shuddered, burying his face into Nicholas's chest, sobbing with relief and joy.
Nicholas began to rock them both. He picked up Sören's head and cupped Sören's chin with his hand as he rained tender little kisses over Sören's face, rubbed noses. "Oh, love." Nicholas's eyes were too bright. "Darling..." His voice shook.
Sören kissed him hard, and felt Nicholas quaking with silent tears. Sören held him tight, and rubbed his nose in Nicholas's beard as Nicholas cried a bit less silently.
"You're not alone anymore," Sören said, taking Nicholas's hand. Anthony took Nicholas's other hand.
"Let us love you," Anthony said, squeezing Nicholas's hand. Then he chuckled. "Share this horny Omega before he kills me."
Nicholas's laughter rang out. "Twist my arm, why don't you."
"I'll twist something." Sören kissed Nicholas's nose.
Then Nicholas sighed, and scowled a little.
"What?" Sören felt a sudden panic.
"Oh... not that I mind... enjoying your heat... but I did hope to get some last-minute Christmas shopping done," Nicholas said. He chuckled. "I don't want the Yule Cat to eat you, now."
"The Yule Cat can't eat you if I eat you first." Sören nibbled on Nicholas's neck. "And we can wear each other! See, I helped!"
"Yes, you're very helpful." Anthony patted Sören's head.
Sören heard the sound of church bells in the distance - but this was his religion, this was his heaven. He smiled as his eyes got heavy and he drifted off in the fortress of his Alphas' arms.