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John was bored. He’d been having a perfectly enjoyable afternoon, teasing James by lounging about the cabin, dressed only in a pair of loose-fitting silk trousers that hung low on his hips. Until his mate had decided he needed to work, that is, which left Silver with nothing to do. The omega had sprawled on their bed, letting out long exaggerated sighs in an attempt to distract the captain and divert his alpha’s attention back onto him. Flint, the stubborn bastard, had pointedly ignored his mate in favor of continuing to work on the charts on the desk in front of him. John glared at the papers; they were spread out where he should be. How dare the captain neglect him like this?
The omega was close to a tantrum when Jack and Izzy had arrived. John thought this would have been his opportunity to pull Flint away from work, but instead the primes had joined James in charting their next course. Silver had pressed his face into the pillow and let out a muffled noise of frustration at the injustice. A few moments later, he’d been escorted from the cabin by the prime alpha for being ‘a little shit who needs t’learn some patience’. Jack had dropped him off at the primes’ cabin with instructions to ‘sit tight an’ let Iz and Jamie get some work done’, before abandoning John to help Gates with something to do with the cannons.
Sighing, John collapses back onto Izzy and Jack’s bed, staring up at the ceiling with a pout. Not that he’d ever want to deal with a position of authority on the Walrus if he could help it, but the young omega couldn’t help feeling excluded whenever the other three had to take care of “official ship business” as Izzy called it. Ever since he’d become closer to the two primes and then bonded with his Liatris, it felt odd to be anywhere without at least one of the three of them.
Glancing around the room, Silver’s eyes fall on the prime omega’s little wooden chest, sitting atop the chest of drawers in the corner. He hasn’t visited this cabin for longer than a few minutes since the day of his and Izzy’s bonding a few weeks ago, but John still recalls all the fun toys that his mate had stashed away in that box.
The omega’s face splits into a grin as he finds exactly what he was looking for as soon as he opens the chest. The wooden cock is just as inviting as he remembers; long and thick with that delicious curve that makes his mouth water just looking at it. Izzy had used it to fuck John right after they’d bonded, and the memories of that day are some of his favorite to use in times like these; when he’s all alone and there’s nothing to do but distract himself with a fantasy.
Climbing onto the bed, John lays back against the soft linen sheets. He holds the toy in front of him, idly tracing his fingertips along the shaft. He stares at it, visions of his two mates swirling around in his head until one starts to take shape, the omega’s heartbeat quickening in response. Soon enough, Silver slides off his trousers and closes his eyes, beginning to run the cool wood across his skin as the image fully forms in his mind.
James and Izzy stand side by side at the captain’s desk as they pore over the maps, both men moving and pointing at different areas of the map as they chart a new course. The first few times their bodies brush against one another as they work are accidental, but soon one of the captain’s hands that had been on the prime’s shoulder begins to move down, making its way towards Izzy’s lower back. Both of the first mate’s palms are flat against the desk as he looks along the path Flint traces on the map in front of them, but his breathing has picked up, inhaling that beautiful smell of smoke, rum and old books that both omegas love so much. The prime glances back over his shoulder to look at James, but he only gets that wicked smile in return as Flint continues to talk about the impending weather that could hinder their journey.
John shivers, feeling that familiar heat begin to stir inside of him. He can almost hear the low growl in the captain’s voice as James leans forward more to point at a location directly in front of the other man. At the same time, that long-fingered hand continues its path over the curve of the prime’s ass. Flint’s nostrils flare, the scent of slick filling his nose as Izzy’s eyes flutter shut and he gasps, hips lifting on instinct to meet James’ touch.
Both omegas let out a soft moan, John’s audible one harmonizing with Izzy’s in his fantasy. Reaching down, the young omega teases at the edges of his cunt, matching the movements of the captain’s fingers as his hand slides under the waistband of the prime’s trousers. Silver bites his lower lip to stifle a groan, pressing one finger into himself as he sees Flint do the same to Izzy, a visible shiver running up both of their spines.
That evil grin never leaves James’ face as he begins to slowly move in and out of Izzy’s cunt, still droning on about the different courses they could take over the next week. John matches the teasing pace, his own face flushing to match the prime’s reddened cheeks as the omegas pant, hips rolling to meet the captain’s hand each time. There’s a momentary pause then a second finger joins the first, making John and Izzy gasp, heads rocking back as both omegas let out a whine of ‘Alpha…’
James leans in, mouthing at Izzy’s exposed throat, enjoying the shudder that runs through his mate. His other hand moves to undo the buttons of the prime’s breeches, sliding them down enough to give himself enough room to ease another digit into Izzy. John keens, rocking his hips up into his hand as the captain picks up speed. Flint growls filth into his mate’s ear as the prime’s chest drops to the desk, spreading his legs as wide as he can to present to the alpha. The wet sound of James thrusting into the omega’s cunt fills the cabin, the scent of slick growing heavier by the minute.
Izzy and John don’t bother to try and muffle their moaning now, both men pleading and begging their alpha to let them come as they desperately try to fuck themselves on the fingers pushing deep inside of them. With a snarled order of ‘Come for me’, both omegas respond as one, bodies tensing as slick pours out of them. They shake apart, whimpered ‘thank you’s spilling from their lips as the captain murmurs praise, nuzzling against his mate’s cheek. Long fingers are slowly withdrawn from the omega’s cunt and pressed against their lips, letting slick drip onto their open mouth before they dutifully clean each digit, humming as they enjoy the taste of themselves on their tongue.
James watches with lust-darkened eyes as his other hand scrambles to undo his own trousers. Pushing them down just enough to free his aching prick, he runs his hand along the length for a moment before beginning to trail it along Izzy’s dripping cunt. He marvels at the way the omega opens for him, hole clenching on air as it desperately tries to pull him in. Freeing his fingers from the prime’s mouth, the captain uses both hands to spread his mate wide, admiring his messy prize as he continues to toy with Izzy.
John sucks on his fingers, whining as he rocks his hips against the firm wood. He lets the length of it slide along his cunt, coating it in his slick. The fantasy continues, James doing the same to his omega, Izzy’s legs shaking each time the head of the captain’s cock teases his opening. Silver can almost hear the little gasps and whimpers the prime lets out as they both silently beg to be filled. That wicked grin spreads across the alpha’s face as he continues to rut his cock against his mate. He watches slick drip out of the omega’s hole onto the floor with every thrust of his hips, the wet sound becoming louder and louder in the otherwise quiet cabin.
Finally, with a long, low groan, Flint pushes inside, John copying his movement with the wooden cock. Both omegas let out matching whimpers, the feeling of being filled nearly making them come. The captain pauses, letting his mate adjust to the stretch, Silver taking the opportunity to roll onto his stomach and tuck his knees under his chest, lifting his hips into the air. He takes a deep breath, then begins slowly fuck himself with the wooden toy, keeping time with James’ torturously slow pace.
The alpha lets out a growl, looking down to watch his cock slide in and out of his mate’s cunt, still held open by his hands gripping tight to Izzy’s ass. John moans, high-pitched and needy, trying not to rush himself, muffled pleas of “Oh god, alpha… Faster, please,” slipping from both omega’s lips. As one, they rock backwards, making the cock inside them push deeper, James’ head tipping back with a groan as he feels his mate’s cunt clench tight around him.
Unable to hold back any longer, Flint begins to move faster. It’s more than before, but still not enough to satisfy either omega, a desperate sob answering the captain’s low purr of “Like that?” Izzy and John’s thighs are trembling as the cock inside them pushes deep, slick gushing out of them with each thrust. The prime’s hands scrabble for purchase on the smooth desktop while Silver clutches to the bedsheets, trying to fuck back on the wooden toy in his other hand.
The young omega’s head is spinning. He thrusts the cock into him harder and faster, punched-out gasps and moans leaving him as he soaks the primes’ sheets with his slick. His fantasy has taken on a life of its own and he can’t make up his mind. His brain can’t stay still for long enough to decide where he wants to be.
He wants to be in Izzy’s place, bent over the desk, Flint’s hand in his hair as he feels the alpha’s knot push inside. He wants to be James, fucking his omega as hard as he can, feeling him tighten on his cock. He wants to be in the room with them, on his knees between the captain’s legs. To lick and suck the cum and slick from his prime’s cunt as he hears his mates coming above him, mouthing at their alpha’s knot stretching Izzy’s hole wide, needing to taste them both where they’re joined.
Sitting up, John props the wooden cock beneath him, holding it between his ankles so he can ride it harder than before. His hair is wild about his face and he’s panting, tongue lolling out of his mouth in a futile attempt to taste his mates through his fantasy. His moans, previously muffled by pushing his face into the fabric, begin to get louder and louder as he nears the edge.
“Oh god… Captain… Liatris… Alpha,” he sobs, tears beginning to roll down his cheeks from desperation. He wants to feel them, to hear their voices. Needs them to watch him come for them. To see how they own every piece of him, mind, body and soul. “Please. I need it. Fuck me, ruin me, use me-”
His babbling is cut off as John’s climax blindsides him, the force of it cutting off his breathing, making him gasp for air as he shakes apart. The bedsheets below his knees are soaked as slick pours from his sopping cunt, the wooden cock still inside of him, muscles clamping down on it like a vice. His entire body is buzzing, and he’s nearly come down from the high when a wave of awareness flows through his bonds with both of his mates.
They were watching him the whole time. They knew.
The thought rushes through John, making him feel naked and exposed in the best way. Falling backwards onto the bed, he opens his knees, imagining they can see him laid out before them. He wants to show them how good he can be, how much he wants them to do whatever they want to him. He would do anything they asked, and more…
John barely has to touch himself at all before he climaxes again. He manages to reach down and spread himself wide, wanting his mates to see how he comes for them. The way his legs tremble, but he keeps them open, not wanting his alphas to miss anything. The way his cunt clenches on the cock inside of him, wanting to milk every drop of cum out of it. The way he whimpers and moans their names before his body gives out and he slips into unconsciousness, wishing they were there beside him.
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Gentle fingers caress Silver’s face before familiar hands slowly help turn him onto his side, letting his knees relax as his legs unfold from beneath him. The warmth of a palm settles against his chest before he hears the low voice of his prime. “Breathe, treasure.”
A soft purr rumbles in John’s chest as he does as instructed, tears welling up in his eyes as he feels his Liatris touching him. Opening his eyes, he looks up in time to see James lean forward and place a kiss on his forehead. “So good for us, my beauty.”
The young omega lets out a little hiccuping laugh before reaching up to pull both his mates closer, needing to feel their skin on his own. As soon as both men have climbed into the bed beside him, Silver’s eyelids begin to droop again. He feels whole with them there. He knows he’s safe and loved.
James and Izzy watch their young lover drifting to sleep with matching fond smiles. “Insatiable thing,” the captain murmurs, amused. Izzy runs a finger along John’s cheek as he rests his head on the alpha’s shoulder.
“It’s why you two are so perfectly matched,” the prime teases, looking up at Flint and placing a kiss on his cheek.
The alpha catches Izzy’s chin and pulls him into a deeper kiss, loving the way the omega melts against him. As they separate, he grins at the other man. “Now, are you going to finally tell me what he was all worked up about?”
A wicked smirk curls the corners of the prime’s mouth as he glances down at their mate sleeping beside them. The dampened sheets, the wooden cock still covered in slick lying between Silver’s legs, painted a very clear picture of exactly how excited John was by the fantasy that he had inadvertently shown to Izzy through their bond.
“I think he’d rather I help show you when he wakes… Isn’t that right, little flower?”
The young omega’s purr gets just a little louder in response as he presses closer to his mates. He’s happy he’s pleased them, and even happier knowing he’ll do it again very soon…