Killian was just stepping out of the shower, muscles still sore from a long, exhausting day, when his work phone started ringing in the bedroom.

Killian groaned, seriously considering not even looking at the caller ID. He told his clients to text unless they had to cancel—he’d been roped into a free phone sex session one too many times to keep that option open—and it was like fucking midnight. There was no fucking reason for anybody to be calling him.

He froze with the towel draped on his head, realising the only people he hadn’t put that boundary up with were Jamie and Randy.

He slid into his room, drying his hand quickly and picking up the phone with a breathless, “Hello?”

Jamie’s voice came through clearly. “Killian? Hey, hi, shit, I’m so sorry to be calling so late.”

“It’s fine. Are you okay?”

“Uhm, yeah, no, I’m fine. It’s just…you can totally say no, obviously. I know you know that, but I just wanted to make sure—”

“Jamie. What’s wrong?”

“Okay, so, Randy’s kind of in rut? And, uhm, obviously normally I can handle it—I mean I can handle it now, it’s just that he’s kinda out of it and is asking for you.”

There was a long pause as Killian tried to process all that. “He’s asking for me?”

“Yeah. He’s not in danger or anything. He just…” The implications hung over the line—the fact that Randy was asking for anybody but his mate during rut was…

Killian couldn’t even finish the thought.

“I’ll be there in thirty,” Killian said, rubbing down.

“Are you sure? I haven’t even contacted the agency, he was just so—”

“Jamie, it’s fine. Is he asleep?”

“Yeah, finally. He’ll wake up soon, though.”

“Okay. Be there soon.”

“Okay. Thanks, Killian,” Jamie said softly.

“You’re good. Okay. See you soon.”

“Bye.”

“Bye.”

Killian’s heart was pounding the whole way there. He took an Uber, a train from Sunset Park to Greenpoint at that hour inconceivable, cancelling his clients for the next two days without an ounce of regret.

There was something bright and warm overtaking him. Randy had asked for him. During rut. It must have been the first one since they met, what with ruts only happening twice a year, and, fuck, it’d already been almost six months since their first meeting.

Killian felt…eager. Happy. This wasn’t what it felt like when he went to a session—this was a whole lot more.

He rapped on the apartment door quickly, waiting impatiently until he heard muffled voices behind it.

“It’s fine,” he could hear Jamie saying. “I’m not in danger. It’s Killian.”

“Killian?”

The door got yanked open, Randy standing there, naked as the day he was born.

Killian stared for a few seconds before he was pulled into the apartment, the door slamming closed behind him.

“Hey, buddy,” Killian said as Randy pressed him against a wall, taking deep lungfuls of his scent.

Jamie peeked from behind Randy. “Hey. He’s kind of out of it.”

Killian choked on a laugh as Randy started lapping at his neck. “I can see that.”

Jamie poked Randy’s bicep. “Hey, baby? Why don’t we take this into the bedroom?”

“No,” Randy grunted.

Killian shared a look with Jamie as he stroked Randy’s back. “I’m actually pretty tired…can I lie down?” Killian tried.

Randy tensed, moving away a moment later, herding Killian and Jamie into the bedroom as if they were unruly sheep prone to escaping.

Jamie fell onto the bed with a laugh, already naked. Randy took the time to undress Killian gently before prodding him onto the mattress.

“Killian,” Randy said simply, blinking his eyes at him from the foot of the bed as though he’d never seen anything better than the two of them right then.

“You good, Randy?” Killian asked, a smile peeking through his words.

“Yes,” Randy replied seriously, crawling onto the bed and over Killian. “Scent mark?”

“Sure, go for it,” Killian said, pulse already thumping.

Randy pulled Jamie closer, the intent clear—they were both supposed to mark Killian.

Jamie grinned at Killian mischievously. “Good?”

Killian could feel the flush on his face, no doubt turning him bright red. “Yeah.”

Killian wasn’t used to having their attention on him, not like this. He’d only had sex with them during Jamie’s heat, and his well-being was the priority—Killian and Randy had to save their energy for him.

Now, though, there was no pressing worry that Jamie wouldn’t have enough, that his health would dip if they did something wrong. All Randy seemed intent on was covering Killian in his and Jamie’s scents.

Killian’s breath left him in gasps as both sides of his neck were attacked with tongues and teeth and Randy’s stubble, making him tremble whenever his scent glands got even the slightest attention.

“Marks?” Randy growled, and all Killian could do was whimper and nod, swallowing audibly.

Randy made a pleased hum, moving to Killian’s collarbones as Jamie kissed him so thoroughly he forgot where he was, a mass of bones and skin and sensation—Jamie’s tongue on his, Randy bruising his neck and chest.

Apparently satisfied with his work, Randy encouraged Killian to turn around and lift his hips, knees under him.

Killian buried his face in the pillows at the first swipe of Randy’s tongue against his hole, the muscles in his stomach clenching. Randy didn’t seem to be in a patient mood, rubbing the rim mercilessly before dipping inside with a groan.

Jamie carded a hand through Killian’s sweaty hair. “Fuck,” he said with feeling.

Killian needed something in his mouth with an urgency that overtook him. He lifted his face enough so he could drag Jamie in front of him, who went with a yelp.

“What are you—oh, fuck.” Jamie cut himself off as Killian swallowed his cock. It wasn’t as thick or long as Randy’s or Killian’s, but it was more than big enough to stuff his throat nicely, and a moan ripped out of Killian at the feel of it.

All Killian could do was set a slow, deep pace as he got the life eaten out of him, pieces of his mind collapsing as Randy fucked his tongue in and out of him.

He almost sobbed around Jamie’s leaking cock as a finger joined Randy’s tongue, pushing Randy’s spit in, making him wet.

Killian sucked at the tip of Jamie’s dick, needing to breathe, as he was stretched on two lubed fingers, the way they stroked that spot inside him sending shockwaves that had his toes curling.

“You’re doing so good,” Jamie told Killian as he took three fingers. Killian’s body was jerking, now, grinding down on Randy’s hand even as he tried to stuff himself with Jamie’s cock.

Killian whined deep in his throat at the praise, releasing Jamie’s cock with a wet gasp as Randy slid his pinkie in. He was so fucking stretched, desperate for what he knew was coming.

“Please. Randy, please,” Killian moaned into Jamie’s thigh.

Jamie squeezed the nape of his neck soothingly. “You want it? Want him to fuck you? Knot you?”

“Please. Please, please,” Killian babbled.

Randy slipped his fingers out, Killian’s hole clenching around nothing for a moment. It didn’t take more than a few seconds for Jamie’s hand to be replaced by the thick, blunt head of his cock.

Both Randy and Killian groaned loudly as he pushed inside in a clean, easy slide.

Killian shifted upwards a little, mouthing at Jamie’s hip, eyes closed in pleasure as Randy started to move. Slow at first, careful, and then picking up force and speed as Killian began begging again, “Please, please, please.”

Jamie gripped Killian’s hair, holding him steady as Randy fucked choked out noises with each thrust.

He was so fucking full. Again, and again, so much that he was delirious with it, cries muffled into Jamie’s skin.

It was Jamie that brought him back to earth, if only for a few seconds. “You want him to knot you, baby? Do you want it?”

“Yes. Yes, yeah, can I?”

“Yeah, baby, you’re taking it so well. Fuck, look at you.”

For a confusing moment, Randy stopped moving deep inside Killian, draping over his body. He nuzzled Killian’s neck, licking his scent gland greedily.

“Baby,” Randy said softly.

Killian’s eyelids fluttered. He felt…surrounded. Jamie stroking his hair, Randy hot as a furnace behind him, the sweetness in their voices just for him.

It was like he was owned in the best way possible. Like he belonged somewhere.

Jamie was stroking his cock slowly, and Killian licked at what he could get, sloppy and desperate.

One of Randy’s hands fitted between them, tracing Killian’s wet, stretched hole. “You’re so good. So perfect.”

Jamie hummed in agreement. “So perfect.”

Killian shuddered violently, wanting to hide and wanting to sink into these two people his heart was screaming for. He sobbed into Jamie’s skin as Randy started thrusting again, shallow now, his knot stretching Killian’s rim to the limit until it was locked inside.

Killian’s cock, untouched and dripping onto the sheets, throbbed as Randy’s knot expanded, pushing against his prostate, rubbing there until it was too much.

Without a single finger on him, Killian came like he’d never experienced before, a burst of pleasure so potent and honeyed that it coated him completely, Killian losing himself in it.

When he came to, the residue of his orgasm was clinging to his insides, making him tremble. And there Randy was, come filling him up, one of his arms secure around Killian as he kissed his neck repeatedly.

With the last shred of coherent thought he had, Killian lifted his head so he could swallow Jamie’s cock down, now red and wet with precome. Jamie groaned loudly, thrusting up minutely, and Killian took it, choking on it, throat squeezing the head of Jamie’s cock.

It didn’t take long. Jamie was obviously wound up; a few bobs of his head and he was coming, Killian swallowing it all, being filled up everywhere.

Killian whined when Jamie went to pull out, resting his head on Jamie’s thigh, sucking on his cock carefully as Randy’s knot kept sparking pleasure up Killian’s spine, making his head spin.

Jamie stroked his hair, voice a little strained as he said, “That’s it. You’re so good.”

Randy bit gently at his scent gland, making Killian jolt and moan. “Killian,” Randy murmured, hips grinding, mouth kissing his skin sweetly.

They stayed there, just like that, until Randy’s knot went down and he had to pull away. Killian whined at the emptiness, at the come already leaking out of him. Randy soothed him by pressing two fingers in, Jamie’s cock slipping out of Killian’s mouth as they shifted. Randy laid them on their sides, heating Killian’s back as Jamie cuddled up in front.

Killian leaned in to kiss Jamie, a slow, shallow thing—more of a need for contact than anything else.

Without even realising it, from one moment to the next, Killian fell into an exhausted sleep.