“Try to breathe,” Carver instructed his omega, a fissure of relief running through his arousal when he heard Peter draw a trembling breath through his nose.
If Peter could breathe, he was fine.
“Good boy,” Carver praised, stroking over the bulge of Peter’s throat. It felt amazing. “That’s a good boy.”
Once he was sure that Tex was properly locked in Peter’s mouth, Carver released the pressure on the back of Peter’s head and leaned back to observe.
“Holy fuck,” Tex breathed, stroking Peter’s hair reverently as the omega kneeled between his legs with his face attached to Tex’s crotch. “This is so fucking evil.”
He didn’t sound too upset.
“He better get used to it,” Carver said, stroking Peter’s back. “He’s got two alphas, so that means he’s got to be able to take two knots.”
His cock getting hard again, Carver reached down and pushed two fingers into Peter’s hole. The rough intrusion made Peter flail, but he didn’t use his safe signal, and so Carver kept on fucking into his hole.
The tight hole was drenched with slick, Peter’s arousal at everything Carver was putting him through obvious.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” Carver said, lining his cock up with Peter’s hole. Even though he’d just come, he was hard as a rock and ready to go again. “Slap Tex’s thigh if you consent.”
After a fraught moment, Peter tapped Tex’s thigh with a trembling hand.
If Carver had looked in a mirror, he was sure that his answering grin would have been pure wolf.
“Good boy.”
Carver pushed into Peter’s hole, grabbing him by his bruised hips and fucking him hard. He went down on his knees, spreading his legs wide on either side of Peter’s body, and fucked him like an alpha possessed.
The shower was still running, water pounding down on his back, his wet hips slapping against Peter’s ass sounding like cracks of thunder.
He came, burying himself to the hilt and letting his knot lock him inside Peter’s perfect little hole. The tight clench of Peter’s rim around the base of his cock—the grip bearing down on his knot—made Carver close his eyes and grit his teeth in pleasure. When he opened his eyes, Tex was grinning at him.
“So, do I just stand here?” Tex asked, a fond smirk curling his lip.
“You can sit,” Carver allowed, reaching up and turning off the water. It was getting too steamy in the enclosed space, even with the shower door open, and the heat was uncomfortable.
Tex slid down, Peter moving with him, sitting down on his ass in the corner opposite Carver. He stroked Peter’s head like he was petting a puppy.
“I can’t believe you got me to knot his mouth,” Tex murmured, shaking his head.
“You don’t like it?” Carver asked, kneading Peter’s bubble butt casually in his big hands. Peter had a nice ass, and Carver couldn’t help but lift up his hand and smack it. A red print bloomed on Peter’s pale skin, like a claim, and Carver couldn’t help repeating the smack on Peter’s other cheek.
“Of course I like it,” Tex said with a snort. “But it’s a lot to spring on him.”
“We gave him a chance to safeword,” Carver countered. They were talking like Peter wasn’t even there, and Carver had to admit he got off on that—on treating Peter like a thing to be used.
He hoped Peter was having as much fun as they were. His hole was sloppy and wet and his cock was hard, so Carver was pretty sure he was getting off on their treatment of him, but they’d have to debrief after they were done so that they could be sure.
“I know,” Tex said, sighing happily.
They stayed in the shower for a good half an hour, warm and wet and breathing in steam, Peter a prisoner impaled on their thick cocks.
When Tex’s knot went down enough that he could slide his cock out of Peter’s mouth, Peter just flopped his head down in Tex’s lap, breathing heavily and nuzzling into his balls.
When Carver’s knot followed suit, he and Tex gently rinsed Peter off and carried him out of the shower. They dried him off together with a pair of fluffy towels, working as a team, passing him back and forth so that one of them was holding him while the other wiped him dry with gentle little pats.
Carver was both turned on and a little horrified by the sheer amount of bruising on Peter’s body. His hips especially, where Carver had held him tight as he fucked him back on his cock, were a mess of purple fingerprints.
Crouching down, Carver placed an apologetic kiss on the worst of the purple skin. Peter reached down and pet his hair, fingers trailing over Carver’s spine and making him shudder. He looked up.
