August set the cup of coffee down on the coffee table and sat down. Since the couch was only big enough to fit three people, that left Dylan with nowhere to sit but on someone’s lap.
Ryker patted his thigh, spreading his legs and indicating that Dylan should sit between them. Feeling only a tiny bit embarrassed, Dylan walked over and took a seat.
Ryker immediately pulled him into his arms, hugging him against his front and hooking his chin over his shoulder.
“My mom suggested we buy a dehydrator and start making capsules filled with powdered come for Dylan.”
Steve delivered the piece of advice from his mom like she’d suggested they try a new bakery in town. Dylan went red, his face feeling hot at the thought of Steve’s mother discussing him and how to make sure he got enough sperm in his diet.
“We should try it out,” Ryker agreed, sounding thoughtful. “If it works, it would be better than freezing a bunch of condoms for emergencies.”
Dylan was embarrassed by the lewdness of the topic, but if there was a way to make pills that he could take so that he never had to feel the horrifying emptiness of omega withdrawal again, he was more than willing to endure the discussion.
“If it works, that would be really great,” he said.
Ryker kissed his cheek, squeezing him tight and keeping his face pressed into his temple.
“Then it’s decided,” August said. He put his legs up on the coffee table and crossed his feet. “We’ll get a dehydrator and run an experiment as soon as we get home.”
“Wait,” Dylan said, leaning forward so that he could turn his head and look at August. “Does that mean we can’t have sex while we’re running the experiment?”
August nodded. “We need to make sure it works, in case we’re ever in a situation where we have to rely on it. But there are plenty of ways that we can have fun that don’t involve putting our cocks inside of you.”
“Yeah,” Steve agreed, chewing slowly. His nostrils flared and he looked like he was havingideas. “I can think of a few.”
Steve glanced at him, his eyes dark, and Dylan shuddered at the calculated weight behind his gaze. He was desperately curious what Steve was thinking about, but also intimidated as fuck.
“How long before we need to meet up for the pack run?” Ryker asked, sliding his hand between Dylan’s legs and casually groping his crotch. Dylan jumped, surprised at the sudden touch, and let out a whine when Ryker started kneading his crotch.
Ryker’s big hand dipped lower, the tips of his fingers finding Dylan’s taint and pushing up, massaging his prostate from the outside of his body.
“Maybe a few hours,” Steve said, putting down his now empty plate. He swallowed, his gaze moving to Ryker’s hand and watching the way Ryker touched Dylan between his legs. “Why?”
“Dylan seemed worried about not getting to enjoy our cocks while we ran the experiment. I was thinking he might like to have some fun with them now, while he still has the chance.”
“Good idea,” Steve said, his voice dipping into a lower register that made him sound like he was doing a Batman impression.
“Do you think it’s a good idea?” Ryker asked, pressing his mouth against the side of Dylan’s face as he asked the question. “Would you like to get down on your knees and take some cock?”
Dylan closed his eyes and swallowed, feeling overwhelmed at the sudden attention being directed his way from all three alphas, and reached down to clutch Ryker’s forearm.
Ryker stopped groping him, his hand resting between his legs and pressing against the bulge of his cock, giving Dylan time to answer.
“That sounds nice,” Dylan finally said, Ryker’s palm putting just enough pressure on his cock that it was driving him crazy.
“Just nice?” Ryker asked, finding Dylan’s shaft through his pants and squeezing down on it. “What could we do to make it more than nice?”
Dylan opened his eyes and looked down at Ryker’s huge hand, his breath catching at how big it looked compared to his legs.
“You could handcuff me?” Dylan said, phrasing the suggestion like a question.
“That’s fun,” Ryker said. He reached the hand not kneading Dylan’s bulge up and pinched his nipple, rolling it underneath the cotton of his shirt. “What else?”
“You could-” Dylan bit back a hiss of pain as Ryker twisted his nipple hard enough to hurt. “You could make out while I sucked your cocks.”
“I like that idea,” August growled, making Dylan glance over at him. “Don’t you, Steve?”
Steve nodded, and Dylan watched with bated breath as the two alphas leaned toward each other and kissed. They licked into each other’s mouths like they were trying to devour each other.
