Thread by @sluttyrogers

(continuation of this thread!

https://twitter.com/sluttyrogers/status/1253884368969519105?s=19

feat. pregnant Keith w/afab language (no medical talk/limited pregnancy talk, though), dom omega kolivan, sub alpha kuron, kuron/kolivan/shiro/keith, punishment, training, aftercare, lots of hair petting and making out!!)

It's been three months since Keith and Shiro became mates, and Keith has more or less never been happier. Shiro is amazing--gentle and smart and strong, funny and kind, obedient and the right amount of protective. Sure, his cooking leaves a little to be desired--after tasting--

--his other food, he understands why the alpha makes so much fettucine alfredo on special occasions. And he makes terrible, stupid, punny jokes. But his cooking is (kind of) improving, and the jokes mean he'll make a great dad, which is good, considering Keith is pregnant--

--with a whole litter of his pups. Shiro spends every second he can fawning over Keith, nuzzling his stomach and scenting him and imagining what their pups are going to smell like. It's basically heaven, and Shiro agrees. He spends his days cooking for Keith, then doing chores,--

--then just...spending time together. Keith will do work from his home office or read aloud or watch TV, and Shiro will sit at his feet or with his head in his lap while Keith pets his hair.

Sometimes, they'll diverge from their routine. If they have a doctor's appointment, or if one of them has therapy (they both go, though not to the same provider) they shift their day around just a little. The same goes for when they have guests for dinner; Shiro starts cooking--

--pretty early, so everything is ready for their guests. He loves entertaining, though, and Keith loves showing him off.

Shiro's cleaning the kitchen when Keith, who's reading at the table, says: "Oh, by the way, Kolivan will be coming for dinner tomorrow."

"He says he has a surprise for us."

"A surprise?" Shiro asks, putting down his dishcloth. "What's the surprise?"

Keith looks at him across the kitchen. "It's a surprise, baby," he says, teasing but fond. "I don't know. But we'll find out soon."

"I don't think Kolivan's ever been over before," Shiro says.

"Oh," Keith grins, "you'll like him. He taught me everything I know about training alphas."

Shiro laughs. "I owe him one, then."

Keith laughs, too, and Shiro knows hin well enough to recognize something in his--

--voice that makes him shiver. "Don't worry. You'll have a chance to thank him. He'll make sure of it."

((sorry this is such a tiny tidbit! consider it an appetizer for tomorrow's main course, where Kolivan brings his special surprise for our favourite couple and Shiro gets to show him how appreciative he is of all the neat tricks he taught Keith))

Shiro blushes a little. Keith knows his alpha's favorite way of showing affection is with his mouth, so Shiro's getting his hopes up.

The rest of that day passes quickly, or at least it feels like it does for Shiro. They go grocery shopping, and Keith schedules his next--

--doctor's appointment, and then sneaks off to do some sort of secret preparation for Kolivan and his special surprise while Shiro makes dinner.

Keith tells him not to concern himself with it, but it's hard not to let his mind wander. What could it be? A gift for Kolivan?

Maybe it's something else--something for the baby? Something for Shiro? He's so deep in thought that when Keith comes back and greets him with a swat on his ass, he jumps out of his skin.

"Distracted?" his Omega asks.

"No," Shiro lies, then: "Okay, maybe."

"Mhm."

Keith leans on the counter, watching Shiro stir the risotto on the stove. "Distracted by what?" he asks. "Wouldn't be the exact thing I told you not to concern yourself with, huh?"

God. Keith knows him so well. He's usually so obedient, but curiosity is his one weakness.

"I just wanted to know," Shiro shrugs. "But I won't think about it any more. I promise."

"It's a surprise," Keith reminds him, "I don't want you to spoil it for yourself with that big brain of yours." He kisses Shiro's shoulder and says, "Let me try that risotto."

Shiro does, of course, and Keith smiles and says, "It's great. Good job, alpha."

Shiro grins, preening, and he almost forgets about the surprises with how pleased he is that finally figured out risotto.

They eat a good dinner, a dry run of tomorrow night's meal, and then Keith spirits Shiro off to bed. He's too excited to sleep, so he mostly watches Keith, and then as soon as the sun is up he's in the kitchen working on breakfast. Keith comes in not long after.

"Where'd my foot warmer go?" he asks as Shiro pours him a cup of coffee.

"I wanted to get an early start," Shiro says. What? it's not *not* true. "I tried pancakes again."

Keith looks at the few in the garbage can, which look more like brickets than anything edible.

"You're making great progress, chef," he smiles. "Why don't you leave your post for a minute and sit on the couch with me? Drink our coffee?"

Shiro grins and puts the batter in the fridge, turns off the griddle, and joins Keith with his coffee on their snug sofa.

"Kolivan and his surprise will be here in a few hours," Keith says off-hand, sitting half in Shiro's lap, snuggled into his chest. "I hope you'll be able to focus in the meantime."

Shiro laughs. "I hope so too." He sips his coffee. "I'll do my best," he promises sincerely.

They finish their coffee, and Shiro makes some (somewhat crispy, but basically okay) pancakes, and gets plenty of praise for the growth. "I'm going to do some work," Keith says, heading to the living room, to his cozy armchair. "Come, alpha." Shiro does, of course, on his heels--

--like the puppy he is.

Keith takes his seat, and spreads his legs, and then pats the inside of one thigh. In an instant, Shiro's on his knees, between his legs, with his cheek resting on Keith's thigh. Keith makes him wait there, as he does most days, but for a little longer--

--than usual. Shiro's grown more patient over time, despite how Keith's thigh is so warm even through his soft clothes, and how good his pussy always tastes, so he waits like a good alpha.

"Good boy," Keith says, scratching his head. Shiro smiles and waits for the signal that--

--he can bury his face between Keith's legs, but it still doesn't come. And it still doesn't come. Soon, Shiro's dick is throbbing in his housepants, but he can't move, it's against the rules. He can't whine, either, or move too much, or do anything that Keith doesn't--

--explicitly permit.

"I know this feels mean, puppy," Keith says gently, petting his hair while he types on his laptop. "But it's just to get ready for the surprise. I'm gonna show you off to our guests."

That does distract Shiro a little. It makes him feel good to know--

--that Keith wants to show him off, and reignites his excitement for the surprise. Shiro's best guess is that the surprise is some*one* for him. Keith's talked about letting him play with an alpha, just casually, and he thinks, and hopes, it might finally be time.

Keith keeps him there for what feels like hours, and Shiro hardly moves, hardly makes a sound. He's so hard it hurts, and the longer he's waiting, the more attuned he becomes to Keith--his movements, the smell of his pussy, the note of excitement and arousal that creeps into--

--his scent. Keith doesn't move until his phone chimes; he checks it, then says, "They're on their way. Get up, puppy." Shiro stands, and Keith's eyes fall to the line of his dick in his pants, hard and sore.

He clicks his tongue sympathetically. "Maybe I've been too hard on--

--you, my good boy," he says, reaching out to run his fingers along the shape of Shiro's dick. The alpha almost stops breathing. It feels so fucking good, and he's so sensitive--

"Maybe I should let you come before our friends get here, huh?"

Shiro nods. "Please?"

Keith smiles. "You're lucky you're cute. Let me make sure everything is ready, you go sit out on the porch and wait for me. I won't be long."

Shiro heads in that direction, and stops short when Keith adds, "And don't let me catch you touching yourself when I get out there."

"Yes, Omega," Shiro nods. He'd figured as much, honestly--he's not allowed to touch himself unless Keith is there, barring special circumstances, of course.

"Good boy," Keith smiles. "Strip as soon as you're out there. Don't forget to fold your clothes."

Shiro practically--

--skips to their front porch, buzzing with excitement. He can't fucking wait to see what Keith's "friends" are like.

Their house sits on top of a huge hill, and there's no one around for fucking miles, so Shiro has no hesitations about going outside and stripping. He wouldn't--

--hesitate if Keith ordered him to strip in Times Square, though, that's how obedient he is (well, tries to be. usually is.) He sits himself down on one of the chairs Keith likes to sunbathe in, the kind that lays flat, his clothes neatly folded and set aside. To keep his hands--

--busy, he fingers the o-ring on his collar, fiddling with it and watching Keith through their front windows. Shiro's done most of the prep work yesterday, doing dishes and cleaning and shopping for food, so all Keith has to do is check his work. Shiro watches him peek in the--

cabinets, in the fridge, make sure the sink and dishwasher are both empty, and then he watches him make a phone call. Curious, he tries to listen. but the glass is too thick--Keith likes privacy--so he can't hear a word.

***

"Well, we practiced his patience a little this morning," Keith says, pouring himself a tall glass of iced jasmine tea, "so I think he's going to be primed for whatever we decide to do."

Kolivan hums approvingly. "We'll be there soon," he says, his voice rich and serious.

"I look forward to meeting your alpha. We'll see if he's as good as you say he is."

Keith grins to himself. That's one of his favourite things about Shiro; he's reliable. Keith knows how he's going to act, what he's going to do. He knows he's going to wow Kolivan, and their--

--guest.

"We will," he agrees. "And I can't wait to sink my teeth into your new friend."

"If he lets you," Kolivan replies, a challenge in his voice.

Keith sips his tea. He loves a challenge.

They exchange pleasantries, and Keith hangs up and heads outside to his alpha.

Shiro's waiting, ever so patient, naked and lying on the lawn chair. When Keith steps out onto the porch, he smiles. His dick strains, sensitive and thick and hard, up towards his stomach, his knot waiting to fill from the slightest stimulation.

"Hi," Keith greets, sitting--

--on the edge of the chair, down by Shiro's legs.

"Hi," Shiro says back, trying to sound casual despite his nakedness. "How's it look in there?"

"Good," Keith smiles. "You did great work. Makes me feel sorry for torturing you."

Shiro hums. He knows he can't say anything--

--short in return, given his precarious position, or risk losing his shot at relief.

"Maybe I should do something about that," Keith purrs. "You're such a good alpha, aren't you, baby?"

Shiro nods. He's getting better at accepting compliments, thanks to Keith, who feeds--

--them to him like he does with their meals, gently and slowly and kindly.

"Mhm," Keith coos, trailing a hand up his leg. "My good puppy." He runs his fingers along the inside of Shiro's thigh. "You know, you're so good, I bet you could make a great role model."

Shiro's too excited about where Keith's hand is going to form thoughts; he just nods.

"How would you like that, puppy? You wanna help another alpha learn how to serve like a good boy? Like you do?"

Shiro nods, and whines when Keith wraps his hand around his dick and starts--

--stroking.

"Yeah," Keith coos, "you're so good, aren't you? And so patient to wait for me. You look so pretty."

Shiro stays so still under his hand, already embarrassingly close to coming just from the few strokes he's been given. It feels so good, and now Keith's words--

--are sinking into his head, and he's thinking about training an alpha with Keith, serving him in this exciting new way, and then he's coming, knot swelling and emptying all over himself.

Keith grins. What a lovely alpha, he thinks. He scoops a finger through the splatter on--

--Shiro's chest and slides it into his mouth, letting him lap and suck at it like he wishes he was doing with Keith's dick. Keith leans down to kiss him, then presses another kiss to the tip of his nose; Shiro giggles.

"Let me go get you a warm washcloth," Keith says, petting--

--his hair. Shiro beams and relaxes as his knot empties against his stomach, closing his eyes and taking in the early-evening sun on his skin.

Soon, Keith comes back with that washcloth, and wipes at his torso. "Do you remember anything I said earlier? Or were you too--

--knot-drunk to think?"

Shiro laughs. "I remember." He sits up. "A little. Something about training an alpha?" He raises his eyebrows. "That's what your friend is bringing me? That's the surprise?"

Keith gives him a cheeky, knowing grin. "You're too smart for your own good,--

--Mr. Shirogane." He leans down and smacks a kiss to Shiro's forehead. "Why don't you go to the guest room and put on everything on the nightstand? I'll be in the front room. And don't dawdle, our guests are almost here."

Shiro practically runs back to the guest room to get dressed. That's the room Keith's been spiriting things away to, so Shiro's looking forward to getting a look at what he's been doing. The room is mostly as it was, except for a few little things organized on the chest--

--of drawers. There's a simple harness and leash on the table, two little bowls beside them, like new alphas eat out of before they get used to being hand-fed. There's also a little folded stack of clothes on the nightstand, lace and leather, that Shiro knows are for him.

He picks them up and gets dressed. The bottoms are more like a harness, with soft leather, that are built, Shiro's sure, to keep his dick on display. The tops are another harness to outline Shiro's tits (one of Keith's favorite parts of Shiro).

He's mostly naked even after he--

--puts everything on. The leather just intensifies everything, puts him on display even better than just nudity.

He looks at himself in a mirror and smiles. Keith has such good taste. The only other item on the nightstand is a pair of black thigh-high socks, which Shiro--

--pulls on. He's amazed by how good they make his legs look--maybe he should wear them more often.

"Shiro!" Keith calls from the hall. "I'm waiting for you...I said don't dawdle."

Wincing, Shiro rushes out. "Sorry," he says, flushed.

Keith hums. "And where were you?"

"Dressing," Shiro says, "I was, um, looking in the mirror."

Keith laughs. "Well, I can't really blame you. I have great taste." He grabs Shiro by the harness and kisses him. "Maybe I'll put this in your regular outfit rotation."

"The socks were a good pick," Shiro manages.

"They're soft."

Keith laughs again, and then the doorbell rings. "Come on. Our guests are here."

Shiro hustles over, remembering his manners--stand beside and behind your Omega, let your Omega introduce you, wait for permission to scent other alphas, keep your eyes down and don’t look too closely at other Omegas. Be deferent, be polite, show respect.

Keith opens the door, and standing there is probably the biggest Omega Shiro’s ever seen, strong-looking and handsome and with a distinguished beard. He’s a little grey at the temples, substantially older than Keith and Shiro, too.

“Kolivan,” Keith grins, stepping aside to let them come in. Them, apparently, includes a younger man who looks a little like Shiro, with a lock of white hair over his eyes and long black hair down to his shoulders.

He’s a little scruffy, and his eyes are scared and darting, not the relaxed, trusting, soft-focused ones of a happy alpha. Shiro knows what’s going on before he can even get a good read on his scent. This half-feral alpha is his surprise.

They’re going to tame him, together.

“Hello, Keith,” Kolivan greets, his voice low and serious, but warm when he speaks to his fellow Omega. They ease the door closed, and Shiro says, head bowed slightly so he doesn't meet the Omega's eyes, “May I get you some water, sir?”

Kolivan nods.

“For my alpha and I. Lemon in mine.”

Shiro nods obediently. “For you?” he asks Keith.

“Refill my jasmine tea, please. And bring something to eat to the living room.”

Shiro nods again, then hurries off to take care of Keith and his guests, still thinking about that alpha.

While he pours them drinks and sets up a tray of hors d'oeuvres he prepared just for the occasion, he listens to Keith and Kolivan talk.

“Come through and have a seat,” Keith offers, leading the way. Kolivan follows him into the living room and takes a seat on the couch.

The other alpha just...stands there, instead of taking his rightful place at Kolivan’s feet, as a good alpha should. Shiro can smell that he’s standoffish, defensive, even a little anxious, and it makes Shiro’s heart hurt.

An alpha should be able to trust their Omega without a doubt, without hesitation--after all, usually, dynamics are framed as alphas serving Omegas, but good Omegas do almost as much for alphas, giving them shelter, giving them love and safety, caring for them.

Shiro loves Keith, and Keith loves Shiro, and he wants everybody to have the same love for their mate.

“Come here, Kuron,” Kolivan commands. “Kneel.”

Kuron bristles and turns his head away just as Shiro comes in with the tray of food and drinks.

He sets it on the coffee table, bringing Keith’s water to where he sits in the armchair, with Kolivan and Kuron right across from them.

“Thank you, alpha,” Keith smiles warmly, as Shiro retakes his place, kneeling by his side.

“Kolivan, Kuron, this is my alpha, Shiro. Shiro, this is my friend Kolivan, and Kuron, an alpha he’s been training.”

“Nice to meet you,” Shiro greets warmly, looks over at Kolivan, eyes lowered respectfully.

“Hello,” Kolivan replies. “Keith tells me you’re very well behaved.”

Shiro blushes.

“I do my best. Keith takes very good care of me.”

Kuron, still standing, seems to tense, tucking his face into his own shoulder. Keith and Shiro both notice, and Keith reaches down to scratch his puppy’s head.

“Alpha,” he says, “why don’t you and Kuron go outside while we catch up? Just make sure you’re back in time to get dinner on the table.”

“Yes, Omega,” Shiro nods, standing up. He hopes--stereotypical though it may be--that he can get through to Kuron in a way the Omegas can’t.

“Follow Shiro,” Kolivan says, adding, “Behave yourself,” as Shiro leads Kuron out of the room through the sliding doors and into the fenced backyard.

***

“Where did you find him?” Keith asks. Kolivan crosses his legs wide, ankle over knee, and sips his water.

“I’d gotten too comfortable with my alphas, I suppose,” he replies. “Antok, Thace, and Ulaz are all so well-trained...I was looking for a challenge. So I visited the local shelter, and asked for the ones that had been there the longest--that was when they brought me Kuron.”

Alpha shelters are a serious business. Keith, personally, despises the fact that such a thing has to exist--more tan that, it enrages him.

Some Omegas bite off more than they can chew with an alpha, or even just get tired of them, and return them to a shelter.

Some alphas choose to be rehomed, some don’t, and some are listed as dependants--alphas who, for whatever reason, the shelters think would be best placed in the hands of a responsible and tested Omega, to be given one-on-one care and special attention.

There are absolutely shelters that are rotten with corruption, that sell off alphas against their will, that have miserable conditions--Kolivan would never patronize such a place, though.

“Kuron endured lots of prior Omegas,” he goes on.

“Each one either abused him, and he escaped, or they surrendered him--formally, to the shelter, or on the side of the road. So, as you can imagine, I’ve been working hard on earning his trust.”

Keith nods.

Kolivan, he knows, has been treating Kuron well, with kindness and, most of all, patience, and he’s honored that Kolivan thinks he can help.

Obviously, he and Shiro are going to do everything they can to make Kolivan proud--and to help Kuron heal, and start to trust again.

One of Shiro’s favorite things about Keith’s house is their backyard. There’s a sleek little pool where Keith loves to sunbathe, rimmed with a bed of soft moss, and a beautiful little vegetable-and-wildflower garden Keith keeps up (though recently, as his pregnancy continues--

-- he’s been letting Shiro do the tending while Keith does the watching from a lawn chair with a cool drink). It’s huge, too. Shiro often walks the perimeter, and Keith makes fun of him for acting like a guard dog, but he thinks his Omega appreciates the feeling of being so--

--watchfully protected.

Speaking of watchful, Kuron is looking around like he’s in a war zone. It’s making Shiro a little nervous, sure, but mostly it makes him sad. What happened to the poor guy to make him so skittish? He slides the glass back door shut behind the two of them.

“The fence runs all the way around the back of the property,” Shiro says, maybe a little clumsily, hoping it’ll make Kuron feel protected. “The next house is about a mile and a half that way.”

Kuron grimaces, then, finally, speaks. His voice is rich but rough, but also on edge.

“Why do you live so far away from everyone?”

Shiro shrugs. “Keith likes his privacy,” he says after thinking, meandering over towards the water’s edge and taking a seat there on the warm paving stones.

He’d like to dip his feet in the water, but he’s loathe to take a stitch off without Keith’s permission. “And I like it, too. It’s just me and him. We take care of each other.” Shiro smiles beatifically--it’s true, every word.

Kuron stands glued to the ground for a long moment, then unsticks and comes to sit down on the other side of the pool, keeping a careful eye on the house. “What do you do for him?” he asks, not looking at Shiro in the eyes, or even at the rest of him for longer than a glance.

Keith, and their life together, is one of Shiro’s favorite topics. That and space. Okay, Keith and space and this anime show from the mid 80s where basically these kids pilot a big mech made out of a bunch of littler lion mechs.

But mostly Keith.

“I cook for him,” Shiro begins, then laughs. “With him, honestly. I’m still working on my kitchen skills. I keep the house clean, I help him with errands. He’s pregnant right now, and when he has the pups, we’ll raise them together. I help him through his heats, or any other--

times he needs me.”

Kuron listens carefully, nods, and then goes quiet. Shiro wishes he could look inside his brain, understand what he’s thinking, and put his fears to rest. His trust in Keith, and, by extension, Kolivan, knows virtually no bounds, but when he looks at Kuron--

--, it’s all too easy to imagine what life could be like if he’d fallen into the wrong hands.

“And in return,” Shiro offers, “Keith pays the bills, provides for me, keeps me safe and cared for. More than being my Omega, he’s my friend--I love him.” He smiles, almost to himself.

God, he really does adore Keith. “How does Kolivan treat you? Do you get along?”

Kuron looks at the water’s shifting surface and thinks for a while. Then he says, slowly, “He hasn’t hurt me so far.”

Shiro bites his tongue at the “so far.”

“I don’t think he would,” he offers, maybe a little weakly. “He’s friends with Keith, and I trust Keith. I wouldn’t expect any friends of his to hurt any alpha.”

Kuron shrugs. “Maybe not. I don’t know,” he confesses. “He has been...kinder than most, at least.”

Well, that’s a start, Shiro thinks morosely. “What can I do to help?” he offers. “Anything you need.”

Kuron’s eyebrows pull together. “Like what?” he asks.

“Like...I can protect you,” Shiro suggests, “or I can try to...help you communicate to the Omegas."

So they know what you need, and can make sure you get it. Which they will.”

Kuron considers, then nods, but doesn’t speak.

Finally, the back door slides open, and Keith pops his head out. “We're ready for dinner," he calls to Shiro. “Come inside.”

Shiro stands up. “Come help me in the kitchen?” he offers Kuron. “It’s private. Quiet.”

Kuron does, following. Between the two of them, they pull together dinner from the pieces Shiro prepped ahead of time--mushroom risotto with crispy chicken and parmesan sauteed spinach.

They don’t talk much, but Shiro imagines it comforts Kuron to know what’s going into his food, and how it’s being prepared.

They set the table, and then Shiro invites the Omegas in, and of course they come, taking their place in their seats.

“Shiro, would you show Kuron how to serve an Omega during mealtimes?” Keith suggests. “Talk him through it?”

Shiro smiles and nods. “I’d be happy to.”

“Good boy. And Kuron, ask any questions you might have. Shiro is sort of an expert on being a good alpha.”

Shiro blushes a little. “I had a pretty good trainer.”

“Just pretty good, huh?” Keith laughs teasingly.

Shiro picks up the dish of risotto and serves some onto Keith’s plate, adding the other items as he explains to Kuron.

“The first step of serving an Omega during your meal is literally serving them their dinner. When you know your Omega well enough, you know their tastes, and you don’t have to ask what they’d like. Plus, the food you choose to make should be something they already like to eat.”

He reaches for Keith’s cup, next, and refills it with water from the pitcher on the table. “A lot of serving an Omega is understanding their habits. Keith always has lemon water with his meals, so I know, without having to be asked, to pour him a glass when we eat.”

Shiro sets the pitcher down, and Keith smiles and says, “Thank you,” and then pats the outside of his thigh.

“Most alphas spend their meals at their Omega’s feet,” Shiro goes on, Kuron standing at one end of the table and watching.

“Keith hand-feeds me. Sometimes, he lets me sit between his legs and scent him.” Or do more than that, Shiro thinks, but he doesn’t want poor Kuron to get overwhelmed.

Keith reaches down and scratches Shiro’s head, proud. “Very thorough, puppy,” he praises. “Good job.”

Shiro smiles and settles his head against his Omega’s leg.

“Would you like to try serving Kolivan his meal?” Keith offers. Kuron steps forward, hesitantly, then comes to the table and picks up the risotto dish.

“Keith and Shiro put together the menu with our tastes in mind,” Kolivan provides. “A little bit of everything will be perfect, thank you.”

Kuron nods, and slowly but surely gets to work filling his Omega’s plate. Soon, Kolivan's plate is full, and Kuron freezes, stalling.

Shiro thinks he can tell his problem--he doesn’t want to kneel, because he doesn’t feel comfortable, but he doesn’t know what else to do.

Like a mind-reader, Kolivan offers an alternative. “Perhaps you’d like to sit with Shiro,” he suggests.

Kuron looks over, and Shiro nods, as if affirming their earlier agreement--protection and help. Kuron comes over, and sits, not kneels, by Shiro’s side.

As the meal begins, Shiro is given little morsels of food, passed down by Keith’s hand. Keith fills his plate twice--

--with most of the 1stround for him, most of the 2nd for Shiro. After things have settled and some of the tension has been dissipated by Kolivan and Keith’s chatting, Keith says, “Kuron? Would you like to be fed as well?”

To everyone's silent surprise, Kuron nods.

“Out loud,” Keith encourages.

“Yes,” Kuron says after a moment. “Please.”

“Good,” Keith praises. Shiro feels his own heart swell, listening to Keith talk to him so gently. “Come kneel between Kolivan and I, both of you.”

Shiro goes, on his hands and knees to save himself the getting down and back up. Kuron follows him when he sees it’s safe.

“There,” Keith smiles, “good boys. Now you can get a little bit from both of us.”

Keith is so clever, Shiro thinks. Kuron's seen Keith hand-feed--

him, so he knows it's safe. Keith also wants Kuron to bond with Kolivan, though, so by offering Shiro the opportunity to interact with Kolivan, too, he's essentially indicating that they're both safe--that they won't hurt Shiro, so they likely won't hurt Kuron, either.

Sure, it's not ironclad, but it works. (Plus, Shiro thinks Keith gets as much of a thrill from the notion of watching his alpha with another Omega as he does.)

Shiro’s closest to Kolivan, who reaches down, offering him a little bit of chicken.

Through the aroma of the meat, Shiro can smell Kolivan, too, clean and neat. He leans over to take the morsel of food from his fingers, and Kolivan lets them linger on his lips even after they’re empty.

Shiro can feel himself getting hard, and he knows everyone can tell.

His outfit offers him no privacy.

“You have a very pretty alpha,” Kolivan says between dignified bites of food.

“We both do,” Keith agrees easily. Shiro definitely seconds that opinion--as Kuron gets more comfortable, and more relaxed, he becomes more and more lovely.

“Kuron?” Shiro watches as he offers the other alpha a bite of chicken, too. To his surprise, slowly, Kuron leans over, opens his mouth, and takes the chicken right from Keith’s fingers.

“Good boy,” Keith smiles, proud. “More?”

Kuron nods, and Keith complies. Soon, they settle into a steady rhythm of feeding and praise, all four of them, Shiro slipping deeper and deeper into that soft-eyed, turned-on alpha state Keith usually puts him in with just a word or the right expression.

(handfeeding! kuron relaxing! shiro getting horny! I want to make sure our sweet alpha boy is good n comfy before we get too spicy--ty for your patience! If u're enjoying this, shoot me a tip ko-fi.com/shiromyhero and u may just get the next part tmrw, not Friday afternoon!)

(here we go! The final part, after so much buildup! Feat. double-domming, gentleness, exhibitionism, a *lot* of oral. kureith, shiro/kolivan, sheith of course, and other combinations thereof. afab/amab language to refer to keith and kolivan!)

By the end of the meal, Shiro’s head is leant against Kuron’s thick thigh, a soft smile on his lips, in an almost sleepy state. He cracks open one heavily-lidded eye and glances over at Kuron, who looks more alert, but still far calmer than he was before.

“Look at Shiro,” Keith whispers quietly, nodding at him. Kolivan and Kuron both look over, and Shiro can feel Kolivan smile at the sight of him.

He laughs quietly, feeling the Omega reach down and scratch his head.

He rubs against Kolivan’s hand, his lips curling into a content smile as he listens to Keith coo at him.

“Look how happy he is,” he murmurs to Kuron. “That’s how a good Omega makes his alpha feel. Happy, protected. Would you let us make you feel that way, Kuron?”

Kuron looks at Shiro, and then, after a moment, nods.

“Out loud,” Keith reminds him again. “Say please.”

“...Yes, please,” Kuron says finally.

Keith smiles, and says warmly, “Good boy,” then reaches down to scratch his head, too, fingers disappearing into his thick mop of--

--dark hair.

Shiro watches the stress melt out of him and the ease seep in. Obviously, the years of abuse Kuron has suffered aren’t going to disappear just because one sweet Omega gave him head scratches, but he can tell from his demeanor that he’s feeling calmer, more at home.

“You can tell me to stop anytime,” Keith promises, “and everything will stop. You won’t get punished for being uncomfortable, or for wanting to slow down, or for wanting to stop. Do you understand?”

Kuron nods, starting to lean in towards Keith’s chair. “Yes,” he says.

“And you agree to tell us how you’re feeling?”

Another nod, and a quiet, “Yes, Omega.”

That’s when Shiro smells it. Filling the air--Kuron’s scent. He couldn’t smell it until just now--it’s not strong, still a little timid, but it smells so fucking good.

It smells like the cool air in the morning, like metal and hot skin. Keith’s scent is sleek and clean, like night in the desert, and Kolivan’s is smoky and serious--Kuron’s is something else altogether, no more or less lovely than the others but certainly with its own appeal.

“Why don’t we go have a seat on the sofa?” Kolivan asks, pushing back his chair. Shiro almost falls on his ass, he’s so out of it, but Kolivan catches him by the hand with a humored smile.

“Alpha brain,” Keith explains. “When he slips into it, he doesn’t slip out easy.”

Shiro just beams stupidly and pads ater Kolivan into the den; Keith, leading Kuron, follows.

Alpha brain is a hell of a thing, so much so that when Kolivan sits down, Shiro practically throws himself into his arms. His scent is strong but beautiful--

--and Shiro wants it all over him, immediately.

When the alpha basically leaps into his arms, Kolivan laughs. “Have you been ignoring him?” he teases, looking over at Keith.

“I would never,” Keith assures. “He’s just spoiled. Isn’t that right, puppy?”

“Mhm,” Shiro agrees as Kolivan wraps him up in his arms, petting at his head again, holding him in his lap.

Keith sits beside them, on the same sofa, and looks to Kuron. “You can sit on the sofa, with us, or at my feet,” he offers.

Silently, Kuron kneels at his feet, leaning his cheek on the cushion of the sofa as Keith reaches down to pet his long, dark hair.

Shiro’s so at ease and happy that he hardly notices his own dick chubbing up at the closeness of Kolivan’s warm Omega body--

--but he certainly does notice the change of scents in the air as both Omegas and Kuron begin to get turned on themselves.

“Shiro,” Keith says, looking over at him with heavy-lidded eyes. “Would you like to help Kolivan?”

Shiro is immediately alert. He nods and sits up, still in Kolivan’s lap. “Where do you want me?”

Kolivan smiles. “So well-behaved,” he praises, then pats the inside of one thigh.

Shiro grins. Kneeling between the Omega’s legs, he thinks--now he knows where Keith gets it.

Kolivan takes down the zipper of his immaculate slate-grey pants and pulls them off enough that Shiro can get to his pussy--the alpha is sitting up like a runner at the starting line.

“Look at him,” Kolivan laughs. “If you had him on a leash, he’d be choking himself.”

“Aw, you’re underestimating him,” Keith laughs, still with his hand in Kuron’s hair. “I had him wait for almost an hour this morning, and he was so patient.”

Fuck, that was just an hour? It felt like about 8 years to Shiro’s poor dick.

“Maybe I should test him again,” Kolivan offers. “You’ve talked so much about his patience, I'd like to see it for myself.”

Shiro fidgets, but stays quiet, watching as Kolivan considers, then, finally, “But...I’d like you to put on a show for Kuron, so I won’t torture you.”

As soon as his pants are down, Shiro chomping at the bit to get his mouth on him, Kolivan says, “Well, what are you waiting for?” and Shiro pounces.

The taste of Kolivan’s cunt fills his mouth, salty skin, slightly bitter slick, his scent flooding his senses.

He closes his eyes, letting himself fall into a rhythm, lapping, sucking, making little happy noises into his pussy.

Kolivan, above him, seems frustratingly unaffected. He’s pleased, obviously, but Shiro wants him to be more than that, to be melting, to be coming over and over.

Okay, so he’s a little impatient, so sue him.

“He’s good,” he tells Keith, reaching down to weave his fingers into Shiro’s hair. “Very good.”

“He was naturally talented,” Keith laughs, “I can’t take all the credit.” At his feet, even Kuron is beginning to shift and squirm.

After a while--too short, in Shiro’s opinion--Kolivan hauls him by the hair, pulling him back to look him in the face. His mouth and chin glitter with Kolivan’s slick.

“I have other plans for you,” he says. “Kuron, would you come closer?”

Kuron does, shifting a little closer towards Shiro. He fidgets his hands a little; Shiro can smell the arousal on him, but he can smell the nerves too.

“Is there something you need, Kuron?” Kolivan offers. Kuron won’t meet his eyes, but he does look at Shiro.

“Do you want Shiro to help you?”

Shiro blushes a little, but not half as much as Kuron does, even as he nods.

“Do you want to kiss him?” Keith suggests, a little tremor of excitement in his voice as he watches.

Kuron nods again, and Shiro can feel his dick throb.

He leans over, reaches up slowly, cradles Kuron’s cheek in one warm, big hand, & kisses him. His lips are rough, not soft like an Omega’s, but Shiro likes it--loves it. Kuron lets him lead, which Shiro takes as a huge honor. The kiss is chaste at first, then gets more intense,--

-- deeper, until they’re cradling each other by the jaw, Shiro making soft, vulnerable sounds against Kuron’s mouth.

Kolivan and Keith are watching them like fucking hawks, and then Keith succumbs and reaches down to slide his hand into his own pants.

Shiro really, really wants to watch, but he can’t, because he can’t bring himself to pull away from Kuron. It’s been ages since he’s kissed another alpha--he hasn’t really wanted to, frankly--and it’s so amazing. He’s swept up into it.

“Alpha,” Keith manages, his fingers working beneath the fabric of his pants. Shiro and Kuron pull apart, both looking at him, and Keith laughs breathlessly. “Shiro. Come here.”

Of course Shiro does. He can’t resist his Omega.

Kolivan, too, calls Kuron, who climbs onto the sofa, sitting practically in his Omega’s lap this time.

Shiro sits on the sofa, as well, and Keith immediately is in his lap, pants shrugged down, grinding on Shiro’s dick and kissing the fuck out of him.

Kolivan's eyes are glued to the two of them, asking Kuron quietly: “Do you want to watch?”

Kuron swallows hard and nods.

Keith’s pussy is impossibly wet (Shiro thinks that every fucking time) as he sinks down on Shiro’s cock.

“Fuck,” he sighs, grinning down at him as he starts to ride. “You can be as loud as you want, puppy. Show Kuron how good it feels.”

Shiro immediately acquiesces, groaning. He lets his head fall back, glancing over at Kuron and Kolivan--

--Kuron is relaxed into Kolivan’s arms, Kolivan’s hand on his dick, Kuron’s fingers rubbing at Kolivan’s. The distance between them is so small that they hardly have to move for Kuron to surge forward and kiss Shiro, which is exactly what he does, both of their knots swelling--

--the moans and whines and whimpers and curses of all four of them filling the air.

Keith is the first to come--his pregnancy is making him so sensitive, much to his annoyance, that he can come like that. Shiro hardly has to work for it any more, not like that makes him lazy.

After him follows Shiro, of course, because there’s no sight as lovely as Keith with his head thrown back, flushed, grabbing at Shiro's shoulders.

His knot locks them together, pumping into him as Keith folds down into Shiro and lets his alpha hold him through the aftershocks.

Kolivan is the last--Kuron follows not long after Shiro, while they kiss. The Omega holds out until the bitter end, but to Kuron’s credit, he doesn’t let up, even as his knot splatters all over his chest.

Once all of them have come down, Shiro helps Kuron take the Omegas off to bed. It’s part of their responsibilities, after all, Shiro explains as they help Kolivan and Keith back to the bedroom, clean them up, and tuck them in.

They lay down, Shiro snuggled into Keith, Kuron close to him, Kolivan keeping them all hemmed in, and after one final kiss all around (including between Kolivan and Keith, which makes Shiro’s dick show a valiant effort to ressurect) all four of them are asleep, content and quiet.

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