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Marc hates his heat. He hates the way it makes him feel, hates the way he craves it.
His body doesn’t feel like his own, head muzzy and stuffed full of cotton, skin tingling and tight, insides boiling. He woke up feeling like he had the flu, but his cock was already hard and leaking, slick running down his thighs, and he just knew. Dread sat like a stone in the pit of his stomach.
Steven is always mindful of his moods, his complicated feelings about this unavoidable part of himself, but Steven’s not here. It’s just Jake, who pokes and prods, who never knows when to quit.
“You’re such a mess, baby. I wish you could see yourself,” Jake says, tone sweet even as the pace he fucks Marc stays savage.
“Shut the fuck up,” Marc grits out.
Sweat is dripping down his forehead and into his eyes. The muscles in his thighs are already straining from riding Jake’s cock for what feels like hours, but he’ll be damned if he tells him he needs to switch positions. He doesn’t want to see Jake’s self-satisfied smirk.
He still hasn’t come, not even once. Every time he gets close Jake gives the base of his cock a painful squeeze, yanking him back from the edge. It makes him feel crazy.
“You’re a fucking dick,” Marc says the third time Jake does it. It comes out whiny and Marc hates that.
His heat has already settled in. He feels hazy, not all there. Jake’s fingers digging into his hips burn like brands. The wet sounds of Jake driving into him have stopped embarrassing him. He just wants more, wants to come, wants anything to make this burning neediness stop.
“I want you to come on my knot,” Jake says.
“Then, do it,” he snaps.
“Not ready yet.”
Marc feels like he’s going to lose his mind. He’s frazzled, oversensitized. Jake’s knot hasn’t even started to swell yet, but Marc already feels like he’s being torn apart. Even with all the slick his hole feels puffy and inflamed. He’s not sure he can even take a knot.
Jake pulls almost all the way out before thrusting hard to the hilt. Marc’s knees finally buckle. Jake laughs. He wraps his arms around Marc’s back and rolls them so he’s on top. Marc can feel the pressure of Jake’s knot starting to swell and can’t hold back a whine.
“It’s okay, baby. You can take it,” Jake says, kissing the wetness from his eyes, grabbing him by the jaw so he can’t move away.
Marc scrunches his face up. “F-fuck you.”
“Aw, don’t be like that.”
The front door opens. “Marc, Jake, are you home— really? The floor?”
Jake’s knot finally fills out, locking them together. The almost-painful pressure of it combined with the friction of Marc’s cock trapped between them is enough to make him come untouched. He gasps, scratching at Jake’s back to drag him closer. Fluid streaks across his abs and chest, his ass clenching hard around Jake’s engorged knot. He’s practically wheezing with the effort of it, vision blurring. Jake kisses his slack mouth, tongue licking in deep.
Marc feels weightless, his entire body tingling with heat. Jake grinds his dick deeper inside him and he lets out a broken moan.
“Came home to him already in heat,” Jake says.
“Oh, Marc,” Steven sighs.
Marc is too far gone to snipe.
Jake’s calloused hands skim up and down Marc’s sides as he continues thrust as much as his knot allows. He’s gentler now that Marc’s come, the antagonism gone.
Another set of hands card through Marc’s hair, tipping his head back. He looks blearily up at Steven, reaches up with fumbling hands to touch the furrow between his brows.
“Why didn’t you say anything?” Steven asks.
“I can handle it,” Marc mumbles.
“Stubborn,” Jake says. He opens his mouth against Marc’s throat and starts to suck. Marc moans and arches his neck, tipping his head harder into Steven’s hands.
“You don’t have to handle it, love. You’ve got us.”
“I know.” He does know. They never make him feel bad or lesser for his designation. Marc can’t help it. He hates what being an omega does to him, hates how it pulls him apart and drags him down. He doesn’t talk about it, can’t talk about it, until he has no choice.
Steven holds his head steady and leans down to kiss him upside down. Jake kisses up along Marc's neck and jaw until all three of their mouths are sliding together, sloppy and uncoordinated and perfect. Marc feels completely surrounded, and for just a moment, allows himself to enjoy it.
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