He was trembling, his glutes clenched tight, his arm across Dylan’s throat staying clenched tight until Dylan was red in the face and Steve was starting to get worried. He was about to intervene when Ryker released Dylan’s from the crook of his elbow, letting his head fall down to the mattress as he humped his hips in place.
Dylan had passed out. He lay slack mouthed and dead to the world for a beat or two, before jerking like he’d been shocked and lifting his head with a wild look in his eyes.
“You’re okay,” Ryker said, arching his back and lifting up so that he could kiss his cheek. He licked over to his mouth, swallowing his confused mumbled. “You did so good.”
Dylan slumped, opening his mouth and letting Ryker kiss him. Ryker kept his eyes open, shooting August and Steve a smug look, like he was proud of the limp, fucked out mess he’d reduced Dylan to.
They stayed like that for about half an hour, Ryker blanketing Dylan with his body, with August and Steve lying down next to him and enjoying the aftermath of their orgasms.
“This is nice,” Dylan said, from the bottom of the puppy pile. He sounded exhausted and seconds away from falling asleep, but content.
“Very nice,” Ryker agreed. He moved his hips. “I think my knot’s shrunk enough to come out. Do you want me to take it out now, or should we do it in the shower?”
“Shower,” Dylan answered. “You can wash me and brush my teeth for me.”
“I can?” Ryker asked, sounding amused and very fond.
“You will,” Dylan corrected. “I deserve it.”
“You do,” Ryker agreed. “Don’t worry. We’ll do all the work. Won’t we, guys?”
“We will,” August said.
“Yeah,” Steve added, the idea of pampering their omega making him feel all tingly in his stomach.
“All right,” Ryker said, getting up on his knees and lifting Dylan with him. He rose to his feet, carrying Dylan off the bed. “Let’s get ready for bed.”
“I’ll change the sheets,” August volunteered. He grinned at Steve. “You can join Ryker and Dylan in the shower.”
That was an offer Steve wasn’t going to pass up. He jumped off the bed, following Ryker into the bathroom.
“Take him, will you?” Ryker said, walking into the shower and lifting Dylan off his knot. Dylan hissed as Ryker’s cock slipped free, come gushing down his legs. Ryker held him under his arms until Steve could steady him.
Ryker grabbed the showerhead and turned on the water, turning the spray against the wall until the water ran warm. Dylan shied away from the cold droplets splashing off the wall and Steve moved into position to shield him.
Steve reached up and stroked his claiming bite, making Dylan shudder.
“It’s sensitive,” Dylan said, placing his hand on top of Steve’s.
Ryker switched on the rain shower head above them, moving so that he was standing right behind Dylan, water cascading down from the ceiling.
“You can take his front,” Ryker offered, lathering up his hands with soap and passing the bar to Steve. He placed his soapy hands on Dylan’s shoulders and started rubbing, soaping him up and cleaning down the length of his back.
Grabbing a washcloth, Steve joined in, cleaning Dylan’s chest and under his arms.
Dylan stood still, eyes half closed as he drowsily let his alphas clean his body. When Ryker crouched down and started washing his hole, he hissed.
“You’re fine,” Ryker said, grabbing some body wash and pushing two fingers past Dylan’s rim, cleaning his insides. “You’ll be back to normal by morning.”
“It’s sore,” Dylan protested, though he didn’t sound like he was in any great deal of pain.
Ryker squeezed his ass, kissing his left cheek. “I know. You’re being so good for us.”
Steve finished cleaning Dylan’s torso, after which he bent down and cleaned his legs before going back up to wash off his cock and balls.
Dylan was even more sensitive there. He hissed and tried to push Steve’s hand away when he wiped over his glans, but with Ryker behind him there was nowhere to go.
A minute later, August entered from the bedroom and joined them in the shower.
