Despite the turmoil brewing underneath Killian’s skin, Jamie’s next heat went better than the first.

It was comforting how Randy and Jamie reacted to seeing him, the open smiles on their faces, the way Jamie pouted and stretched his arms from where he was bundled up on the couch.

“Let’s cuddle until it hits,” Jamie ordered, and they all went into the bedroom, lying on top of each other, Killian’s scent already joining theirs in the cotton sheets.

When the heat finally flared to life, Killian wasn’t cast aside. Instead, it was him that Jamie kissed, wiggling on top of him and panting as Randy tried undressing them as best as he could, what with their limbs all tangled up.

“Come on, babe,” Randy encouraged, “let go of him just a sec so I can take your shirt off.”

Jamie did, ripping Killian’s shirt off in turn before diving in for another wet, deep kiss.

Jamie was still frightfully thin, but Killian would swear his ribs weren’t as prominent.

Killian swallowed Jamie’s surprised moan as Randy lifted Jamie’s hips to lick at his slit, as if he weren’t dripping with slick already.

It was fucking maddening how it made Jamie writhe, clutching at Killian, whimpering little pleading sounds into his mouth until Randy finally pushed into him.

Killian lay flat on his back as Randy fucked Jamie on top of him hard and thorough. He held Jamie’s body still as it shifted with every thrust, faint ‘uh, uh, uh’ noises slammed out of him. Jamie lost the ability to kiss, burying his face into Killian’s neck and lapping at it mindlessly, making Killian groan as his scent gland was worked over.

He stared at Randy over Jamie’s shoulder, taking in his big, sweaty body, his dishevelled hair, the way he pumped his hips against Jamie. It made Killian shiver, how Randy stared right back, the dark, wanting look in his eyes.

Killian didn’t feel like some necessary but mostly unwanted part of that heat. He felt like he was part of whatever beautiful thing Randy and Jamie had built throughout the years, enveloped completely in it. At home in it.

Killian got to watch as Randy knotted and came, the way his mouth fell open, tongue peeking out. Jamie wailed into Killian’s skin, clutching at him, shuddering with the pleasure of being filled.

It was a momentary loss when Randy and Jamie calmed down enough to collapse carefully onto their sides, but they didn’t leave him untouched for long. Jamie shoved himself tightly against Killian, Randy’s hand reaching over to grip Killian’s already painfully hard cock loosely.

Killian jolted, not expecting it, but Randy smiled at him intently from behind Jamie, rubbing his thumb over the slit of Killian’s cock, teasing him slowly.

Jamie’s hand joined Randy’s, fingertips tracing where Killian’s knot would pop, the thin, sensitive skin there sparking with pleasure. Killian closed his eyes and took the faint touches, sinking into their combined scents until he was utterly lost.

Jamie sank onto Killian’s cock as soon as Randy’s knot went down, the rush of slick and come making him unbearably, amazingly wet. Killian had to hold Jamie still by the hips for a moment just to get his bearings, but Jamie just bore down until Killian could do nothing but fuck up into him.

The pace was brutal from the start, Jamie gripping his shoulders, brown hair falling and framing his face as he stared at Killian hazily. Randy didn’t interrupt, stretched right beside them, watching it all.

Killian was too wound up to hold off for long, his knot popping, stretching Jamie’s pussy, filling him up.

Randy reached between them, jerking Jamie off fast and tight, and Jamie came instantaneously, spurting over Randy’s hand, onto Killian’s stomach.

They were all a mess as Jamie collapsed on top of Killian, clenching rhythmically around his knot, making Killian close his eyes and shake through the waves of pleasure that kept washing over him. It left him wiped clean.

Killian only blinked his eyes open when Randy kissed him softly on the lips before propping them up slightly to give them a drink. Killian watched him, heart swelling with affection as Randy hand fed them, the tenderness in his eyes unmistakable.

“You good?” Randy asked Jamie softly, who hummed and smiled as he burrowed his face into Killian’s neck.

Randy looked at Killian. “You good too?”

“Yeah. Think it’ll be your turn again in like ten,” Killian mumbled, stroking his hands up and down Jamie’s back.

“I’ll be here,” Randy promised.

With that, Killian closed his eyes and let himself drift.