“Having an omega will do that,” Tex said.
“You didn’t…?”
“Go into rut? No.” Tex grinned, kissing him again.
Peter, head trapped between their pecs, let out a small whine of complaint. Tex pulled away, looking down at the omega and stroking his hand through his hair. He hadn’t realized Peter had woken up.
“Hey there, baby,” Tex said, still stroking his hair. “How are you feeling?”
“Like you fucked me with a baseball bat,” Peter complained.
“I think we’ll leave the baseball bats for after we start double fucking you,” Tex said, grinning at the way Peter’s eyes widened.
“Were you serious about that?” he asked, exhaustion making him slur his words. He might be awake, but he was obviously just seconds away from falling back to sleep. He certainly needed the rest after what Tex and Carver had put him through.
“Only if you want to,” Carver answered, hand rubbing over Pete’s chest, careful not to touch his abused nipples. “I bet it would feel amazing, though. The two of us inside you at the same time.”
“Amazing for you, maybe,” Peter said, scrunching his nose and yawning. “You’re not the one who would have to have two knots in his hole.”
Peter closed his eyes and yawned again. Tex moved closer to him, angling his body so that his pec and nipple were placed right over Peter’s mouth. Closing the final gap between them, he pressed his nipple against Peter’s lips, the omega opening his eyes and looking up at him in sleepy confusion.
“Why don’t you suck on that and go back to sleep?” Tex suggested, the soft press of Peter’s lips against his nipple making his balls pull tight. He wasn’t going to start anything now, but he really wanted to feel Peter suck on his nipple.
Rolling his eyes, Peter took Tex’s nipple into his mouth. He brushed his tongue over the perk nub, sending shivers down Tex’s chest, and sucked gently as he drifted off to sleep.
Tex couldn’t believe how good it felt.
“I thought you didn’t like nipple play,” Carver teased, hand coming to rest on Tex’s hip.
“Not the way you do it,” Tex replied. Peter was still sucking, though he couldn’t tell if the omega was asleep or not.
“He’s ours, now,” Carver said, looking down at Peter. Both he and Tex were turned inward, their bigger bodies covering Peter’s small form.
“No refunds,” Tex joked, earning himself a smack on his hip and a growl from Carver. He laughed, batting Carver’s hand away. “I’m kidding!”
“Not funny,” Carver growled.
Tex thought it was a little funny.
“So should we clean up before bed, or are we sleeping in our filth?” Tex asked. The sheets were drenched with sweat and come, and all three of them were sticky and gross.
“Sleep,” Carver said, closing his eyes. “It smells nice.”
Tex agreed, though there was something to be said for waking up without dried come in his chest hair.
Still, the idea of getting up, showering, and changing the sheets sounded like a monumental effort.
“All right, sleeping in our filth it is.”
Carver grinned, moving his hand from Tex’s hip up to the back of his head and pulling him in for a kiss.
“Love you,” Carver said, releasing him.
“Love you too,” Tex replied.
Shifting their pillows, trying not to jostle Peter, they pulled the comforter up over their chests and closed their eyes. Peter had stopped sucking on Tex’s nipple, but his face was still pressed into the mound of Tex’s pecs.
Tex could feel his breaths against his skin, little puffs of warm air that almost tickled.
