Killian parted his lips, wanting to ask for something, but not knowing if he should. His face must have spoken for him, however, because Randy shifted closer.

He moved his large hand slowly, a question on his face. Killian nodded, closing his eyes again as Randy’s fingers touched the other side of his neck.

Killian lost himself in it. Despite his profession, he wasn’t often the focus of pleasure. Usually, it was him servicing someone else, not this sweet, slow touching.

He was shuddering lightly by the time Randy ran the flat of his tongue against Killian’s scent gland unexpectedly, making him arch and moan, the noise shattering the calm around him.

Jamie pulled away with a muttered, “Fuck,” returning a moment later and pressing his lips to Killian’s. Killian opened his mouth at once, letting himself be devoured, heat pooling in the pit of his stomach.

The onslaught ended as abruptly as it had begun. In sync, Jamie and Randy pulled back, panting, leaving Killian a mess on the sheets.

Fuck. Fuck… That had been way too intense.

He got up on an elbow woozily, trying to calm his body. “Okay. Whoa.”

“Is that…” Jamie trailed off.

“Is that normal?” Randy asked him.

Killian found himself shaking his head. “Uh, not really. I mean, it’s hard to say what’s normal when it comes to sex.” Not that what they had just done was sex—it was scenting. It had just felt like sex.

Jamie bit his lip, looking at Killian. “Do you think that was good? For the heat, I mean.”

Killian nodded. “Uh, yeah. I would say so.”

He sat up shakily, tamping down the urge to reach for them again, to give in to the want running rampant inside him.

He was there for a job, though. It wasn’t about what Killian wanted.

Randy ran his hand through his hair. “Should we…how about a movie?”

“Sure,” Killian said. Anything to lower his heart rate.

Not that ending up cuddled on the couch with the two of them did much to dampen the need for touch, but it soothed something else—the desire to just be close to them.

Something deep in Killian’s gut was telling him he was in trouble…he just didn’t know why.

Or how to stop it.

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“Ow, you fuck,” Killian complained as Melissa tripped him on the way to the kitchen like the annoying big sister she was.

“You deserve it,” she teased.

“For what?”

“Your face, ugly.”

“Urgh, I hate you. Oh, get me one of those, will you?” Killian said, flopping onto the couch.

Melissa looked at the two beers in her hands. “Who the fuck do you think this second one is for? The pope?”

“I hear he likes wine, actually.”

Melissa rolled her eyes, uncapping the drinks and taking them back to the living room. “Stop avoiding my question. Did you get rid of that client?”

“Yes, Melissa, Jesus.”

Melissa squinted at him suspiciously. “You’re keeping something from me. You’re all…shifty and shit.”

Killian let out an explosive sigh. “You’re so annoying.”

“Did something happen again? Did someone—”

“No. Dude. Chill.”

“Then what is it?”

“Argh—it’s literally nothing. Got some new clients—a couple—and, I dunno. They’re…interesting.”

“Interesting how?”

“It’s an Alpha-Omega pair, and they need help with the Omega’s heat. He has some sort of disorder, like—”

“Hyperhitastia?”

Killian startled. “Yeah. You know about it?”

“Uh, yeah, idiot. I’m an Omega. Of course I know about it.”

“Okay, Jeez. Have you ever known anybody with it?”

“I don’t think so? I mean, a lot of the time it’s treatable. Sounds like it sucks royally—pretty sure people that don’t react well to treatment have to be hospitalised and just, you know…”

“What?”

“Well, pretty sure they get palliative care and die from the strain of it. Heart problems, a lot of the time.”

Killian felt himself go cold, an odd, sudden panic going through him. “Fuck. Are you serious?”

“I mean, it’s rare. Probably your Omega will react to the treatment and—”

“No. He already said nothing has worked. Well, they’re gonna try something else, but they need him to gain some strength, you know?”

Melissa observed him carefully. “How many times have you met up with him? Them, I mean.”

“Just twice. We talked. Mostly.”

Melissa made a contemplative noise.

Killian frowned. “What?”

“Nothing, just…you seem pretty worked up about people you’ve met twice.”

“I mean, it’s basic empathy. Maybe you’ve heard of it,” Killian snarked.

“Yeah, yeah. They made an impression, huh?”

Killian shrugged, thinking back on their first meeting. The way the kiss had sunk into his bones in a way that sex usually didn’t anymore. Not that he didn’t enjoy some of the sex he had on the job, but it was work. There was only so much enjoyment he could get from something he had to do to be able to pay his rent or whatever.

“Killian.” His sister grinned. “Are you blushing right now? Are you serious? I haven’t seen you blush about your job since the first time you told me about it.”

“I’m not blushing, it’s just hot in your stupid apartment.”

“Mmhm. Sure. Wow, okay. Well, I’m glad you’re taking clients on that aren’t complete shitheads for a change.”

“The shitheads pay the bills.”

“I don’t wanna fight about this again. You know where I stand with this. Sex work? Cool, great, work it. Using it as a way of self-harm because you feel like you deserve it? Not—”

“Stop phrasing it like that. That’s not what I’m doing,” Killian growled.

Melissa looked at him steadily. “Killian. It’s been you and me for how fucking long? I know, okay? You think he didn’t fuck me up too? But you’ve got it in your head that you’re fine and…look, I’m so fucking proud of you. You know I am. But some of the things you do are shitty to yourself, and it hurts to see.”

Killian stared down at his hands, knuckles white, little snow mountains in rocky, tense terrain. It wasn’t that he thought his childhood hadn’t affected him, but it was his responsibility to pull himself together. To get over it.

Killian sighed. “Let’s not do this right now, okay? I’m good. I’m okay. I promise.”

Melissa watched him silently for a moment. Killian couldn’t stand how sad she looked. She didn’t press, though, taking his hand and squeezing before turning back to the TV. “90 Day Fiancé?”

“Let’s fucking do it.”