Randy came with a low groan, Jamie echoing the sound as, Killian guessed, Randy’s knot swelled, locking them together.

Killian bit his lip as Jamie and Randy panted and shivered, Randy grinding his hips so his knot moved inside Jamie. The Omega had his eyes closed, head thrown back, in the middle of his own ecstasy. He cried out, cock spurting as orgasm finally overcame him, Randy biting at his scent gland, right where the mating scar already was. Killian was achingly hard by the time they collapsed onto their sides, but he ignored his body, getting a bottle of Omegarade from the side table and opening it up.

“Here. Drink,” Killian ordered softly.

Randy pinned him with a dark look, expression feral for a second before he visibly pulled himself together. All Jamie did was moan a little deliriously, and Killian and Randy helped him sit up enough to drink.

Killian stopped Randy as he tried to hand the drink back. “You too.”

Randy hesitated for a moment but drained the rest of the Omegarade, his gaze not leaving Killian.

Killian took the bottle silently, placing it by the bed and lying down again, waiting for whatever would come next.

The respite didn’t last for long. Jamie started making small, pained sounds as Randy tried to shush him.

Killian sat up, concerned. “What is it?”

Randy shook his head. “My knot’s coming down.”

“Ah. Is this…should I…?”

“Yeah. Can you undress?” Randy asked and then wrapped Jamie in his arm, propping him into sitting. “Hey, baby, you with me?”

“Yeah. Just, fuck. Cramping.”

“I know. Killian’s here, though. Do you still want to do this?”

Jamie blinked at Randy, eyes wide and wet. “I love you,” he whispered, voice wobbly.

“I know. Me too, so much. This has nothing to do with that. Remember that kiss? It was pretty hot.” Randy’s gaze flitted to Killian, a strange mixture of amusement and seriousness on his face.

Jamie turned to look at him too, eyes widening as he took in Killian’s naked form, zeroing on his hard cock with a complete lack of subtlety. “Oh.”

Killian laughed a little, stroking the long, thick length of his dick slowly. What could he say? He didn’t exactly lack in the size department. “You want another kiss?”

Jamie seemed happy and shy for a second, right until Randy pulled out, and then his face collapsed, wincing in pain, doubling over. “I’m okay,” he gasped.

Killian manoeuvred him so Jamie’s back was against his chest, the Omega’s legs splayed open on Killian’s thighs. Killian stroked a thumb across the lips of Jamie’s pussy, feeling him shudder. “You good to take a little more?”

“Get in me,” Jamie ordered.

Killian grinned, lifting and dropping Jamie onto his cock.

Jamie gasped, head thrown back against Killian’s shoulder. He was tight and wet even after being knotted, pulsing around Killian’s cock, making pleasure wheel and spark through him.

“Fuck, that’s it,” Killian murmured. “You’re doing so good.”

“Yeah?” Jamie mewled as Killian held his hips and started thrusting into him.

“Yeah. Isn’t he, Randy?”

Killian locked eyes with Randy, taking in the way he was holding himself deathly still, eyes dark. “Yeah,” Randy choked out.

Jamie lifted his head, and Killian couldn’t see his face, but he knew this had to be a significant moment for them—Randy watching his mate get fucked by someone else through heat. Trusting each other and their relationship enough to know this wouldn’t cause a rift between them.

Jamie reached out for Randy. “Kiss me?”

This had been precisely why Killian had chosen their current position—so the connection could remain between Jamie and Randy. So he could be part of this without getting between them.

Killian continued moving as Randy leaned down and took Jamie’s lips in his, kissing him again and again. Jamie clenched around Killian, making him thrust a little harder, and Jamie grunted into Randy’s mouth.

Randy pulled away, something lighter in his eyes. “He getting you good, baby?”

Jamie whined, leaning back against Killian. “Yeah.”

“Looks like he knows what he’s doing,” Randy teased, eyes on Killian.

Killian smirked. “Why don’t you feel for yourself?” He reached around, giving Jamie’s hard, leaking cock a cursory stroke before trailing downwards, tracing where Jamie was being split open.

Jamie’s mouth dropped open at the touch, broken little pants leaving him. Randy watched him for a few seconds as if he were drinking from a cold glass of water, moving his hand to join Killian’s.

Killian took his hand away, concentrating on doing all the work—holding Jamie steady and filling him up. After years of doing sex work, his stamina was astronomical, but his control was tested as Randy’s hand circled the base of his cock where his knot was starting to show, squeezing tight.

“Oh, fuck. Fuck,” Killian grunted, trying not to have his pace falter even as Randy slid a finger in Jamie alongside Killian’s cock.

Jamie jolted, a high, thin whine leaving him. His body was prepared to be knotted, to be stretched to the limit, giving way even as Randy added a second finger. A third.

Randy leaned in close, brushing his lips across Jamie’s flushed cheeks. “How’s that, baby? You feel good?”

Jamie nodded, babbling assenting noises, his body shuddering repeatedly.

“You want a little more?”

“Yeah. Please, fuck—Killian. Please.”

Killian startled at the sound of his name. His lips were bitten raw, the pressure of Randy’s fingers on top of Jamie’s dripping pussy unbearably good. He got it together as Randy looked at him. “You want my knot?”

“Yeah. Yeah, please, please,” Jamie moaned.

“I can do that.” Truthfully, Killian had desperately been holding his knot down for minutes. The second Randy slipped his fingers out, it inflated, pushing past Jamie’s lips and pulsing obscenely wide.

Randy shifted away slightly, leaned down, and took Jamie’s cock into his mouth. Jamie jerked, squeezing tight around Killian’s knot, and came with a shout.

Killian closed his eyes, digging his forehead into Jamie’s shoulder as he came, flooding the tight space in Jamie with his come. Even still, he didn’t stop moving, jerking his hips just enough to make sure Jamie’s heat would be satiated for as long as possible.

Long, long minutes passed. Even around his knot, Killian could feel Jamie leaking. There was so much fucking come and slick covering both of them.

Killian lifted his head to blink at Randy blearily. Randy looked back, eyebrows raised.

“You good?” Randy asked.

“Yeah. You guys okay?”

Jamie laughed, exhaustion laced into the sound. “Jesus fucking Christ. How are you still—oh.” Jamie cut himself off as Randy’s hand returned to where Jamie and Killian were tied.

“How long can your knot last?” Randy asked.

“Like forty-five minutes. Yeah,” Killian added as they both looked at him like he was crazy. “I know it’s a long time but, well…I’ve done this a lot.”

Knots usually stayed up twenty minutes, but Killian had made a concerted effort during college to last as long as possible, to keep the Omega calm and full and happy for as much time as he could.

Randy nodded. “Jamie, you think you can eat something?”

“I…yeah.”

Randy grabbed an Omegabar, leaving for a moment and returning with a Tupperware box filled with cut-up fruit. He settled in front of Jamie, feeding him bits of the bar first, moving to a piece of pineapple when Jamie started wrinkling his nose with each bite.

Killian buried his face in Jamie’s neck, overcome, suddenly, by some odd kind of longing.

“Hey,” Randy’s voice said softly.

Killian lifted his head, focusing on the piece of fruit held inches from his face.

“You should eat something too.”

Without thinking about it, Killian opened his mouth, taking the bite from Randy’s fingers carefully, licking the juice from his skin before Randy could move fully away.

Randy paused, looking intently at Killian, gaze piercing through him and into the mildewy, hidden part of himself that was shaken up by being taken care of like that.

Randy fed another piece to Jamie, and then to Killian, and then to Jamie, even as the Omega started squirming in Killian’s lap, making soft, punched-out noises every time Killian’s knot got just that little bit deeper.

Killian wasn’t doing much better, shaking all over from keeping his knot expanded for so long, from the small, electric orgasms that would zip through him. He pressed his fruit-sticky lips to Jamie’s ear, licking at the salty sweat of his skin before asking, “Ready to come again?”

“Mhm,” Jamie whined, and Killian didn’t waste any time in wrapping his hand around Jamie’s cock, jerking him off wet and steady, groaning as Jamie clenched until they both came.

Killian collapsed against the headboard, a sweaty, dirty mess with Jamie cradled on his lap, the two of them still tied together. He hazily accepted a drink from Randy, smiling weakly when a hand came to brush his blond hair from his face.

It took another few minutes for Killian’s knot to go down, but Randy was there to pick up the slack, turning Jamie so that he was on his hands and knees over Killian’s prone form, leaking come and slick down his thighs.

“Oh, fuck. Fuck,” Jamie said softly as Randy slid inside him, gentle after two knottings.

Jamie hid his face in Killian’s neck, lapping at it mindlessly, only stopping when Killian tilted his head and started kissing him. It was sloppy, uncoordinated, a kiss without purpose other than intimacy.

Randy must have been pretty worked up, because it didn’t take long for him to knot and come, Killian helping Jamie along by stroking his cock until they were even more of a mess than before.

Randy and Jamie shifted carefully to their sides, Jamie not letting go of Killian so that they were all tangled together, Jamie in the middle.

“Wait,” Killian said. “Let’s hydrate for a sec.”

He passed the bottles to both of them, helping Jamie with his as Randy took care of his own, before they all went back to winding around each other like growing ivy.

Jamie hummed faintly. “Think ’Imma pass out…” he mumbled before doing just that.

Randy lifted his head a little to look at Jamie’s slack face, wide eyes flitting to Killian. “That’s the…that’s the first time I’ve seen him fall asleep like that during a heat. Normally he’s delirious with exhaustion by the end of it, this is…” he swallowed visibly, voice cracking. “Thank you,” he whispered, his gaze slicing Killian open.

“You sleep too,” Killian said, not knowing how to take the praise.

In the soft, chaotic nest of their scents, the three of them slipped into a deep, untroubled sleep.