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By the time Gustave was done with him, Verso’s body was an absolute wreck. Not one drop of come had been leaked or wasted - every little bit was cozied right up inside of Verso’s womb, which had swollen a little under the strain. Gustave’s hindbrain was quite satisfied with how it looked on him. It was almost as if Verso was pregnant already.
He had pulled out of Verso, albeit reluctantly, somewhere around sunrise. Verso was barely conscious when Gustave lifted him up and draped him over his shoulder. Gustave hummed idly to the sweet omega as he gathered his sleeping bag and gear up. If nothing else, he could say that this was one of the faster retrievals he’d been sent on.
Verso moaned weakly when his swollen belly brushed Gustave’s shoulder. Gustave smiled to himself. It was probably the most successful retrieval, too.
Gustave carried Verso back towards the manor, retracing the path they’d left the night before. He hummed idly as Verso seemed to go limp, keeping himself occupied. What a conversation he and Renoir were headed for. The house came into view, and he smacked Verso’s ass to wake him up. It bounced as Verso moaned in response.
“Up and at ‘em. We’re almost home.” Gustave said. Verso tried to push himself up, but every movement made the cum inside him slosh and that went straight to his head. Gustave chuckled softly, soothing his hand down his thigh. “Don’t move around too much.” He admonished. “There’s no point.”
“‘M not moving.” Verso mumbled petulantly, and Gustave hummed as he ascended the stairs. At the top, in the doorway, Renoir waited for them. The Alpha smelled pleased, the scent of pipe tobacco and leather wafting down to them. Gustave could feel Verso shudder. Renoir stepped forward once they reached the landing, reaching out to take Verso from Gustave’s arms. Verso managed to push himself up, burbling wetly over his words as he reached for his papa. Gustave laughed softly as he passed him over.
Renoir took Verso into his arms, cradling him close as he inspected him. Verso wrapped his arms around his papa, burying his face in his neck and whining softly when Renoir grasped his curls to tilt his head back, examining Verso’s scent gland with a critical eye. Satisfied, he nodded and carded his hand through Verso’s hair as his baby cuddled close again.
“I wouldn’t have bonded him.” Gustave said quickly.
“I know. That’s why I hired you.” Renoir sounded almost amused.
“Papa, he knotted me.” Verso mumbled, peeking up at his papa with those big blue eyes. Renoir brushed Verso’s curls away from his eyes, watching him so fondly.
“I know, love. It’s what I wanted him to do.” He hummed. “He felt like me, didn’t he?” Verso blushed furiously and hid away in Renoir’s arms.
Gustave hesitated, lingering in the doorway when Renoir stepped towards the stairs. But the older man glanced back, raising an eyebrow at Gustave. “Aren’t you coming?”
Gustave started about three sentences and didn’t finish a single one. By the time he gave up, two matching sets of glacier blue eyes were watching him. Gustave gave up and followed them into the house.
Renoir stroked over Verso’s hair as they walked, a possessive motion that had Verso purring into Renoir’s shoulder. “That’s my good boy.” Renoir murmured. “Did you get it out of your system? You won’t get another chance to run.” Verso’s cheeks colored and he didn’t answer, not until Renoir tugged at those dark curls. “Answer me.”
“Yes, papa.” Verso murmured, demure. “I did.”
“Good boy.” Renoir pressed a kiss to Verso’s head before he glanced back to make sure Gustave was keeping up. “You caught him quickly.” He remarked, and Gustave’s gaze strayed back to Verso.
“He wasn’t hard to catch.” Gustave said, amused. “He left a path, too.”
Renoir hummed. “He’s always been a messy thing.” He confided. Verso made a soft, offended noise. Renoir chuckled as they arrived in the bedroom. He set Verso down on the bed, gazing down at him and brushing his thumb over Verso’s cheek. Verso leaned into his touch, gazing up at him as his breath audibly caught. “I spent a lot of time making sure that I selected the perfect Alpha to bring you home. Thank him, love. Go on.”
Verso blushed, but he didn’t argue. He just gazed up at Gustave with those lovely eyes before he crawled to the edge of the bed. He was utterly gorgeous, Gustave thought. He was a mess from their coupling that previous night, his hair mussed and a few leaves still caught in it. That lovely mouth fell open, and Verso leaned forward to mouth over Gustave’s cock through his pants. Gustave groaned, his hand returning to tangle in Verso’s curls as Renoir settled on the bed to watch with dark eyes. Verso undid his trousers very quickly, gently pulling Gustave’s cock out. Gustave hadn’t had the chance to clean up or wash himself up, and he was opening his mouth to begin to say something - only for Verso to bury his face in the crook of Gustave’s thigh and inhale deeply.
The scent of Alpha was concentrated there, Gustave’s foresty scent and Verso’s own slick doing absolutely nothing to mask it. Verso shuddered at the thought that something this big had been buried in him - and would likely be buried in him again before long. He gazed up at Gustave again, pressing little kitten licks to Gustave’s balls and then up his shaft. From behind Verso, Renoir chuckled.
“Don’t tease.” He admonished, and Verso took that very seriously. He took him into his mouth with a happy little purr, and Gustave groaned as his grip tightened in Verso’s hair. Verso moaned around him as he sunk slowly down onto his cock. Fuck, it was big. Verso’s jaw hurt already, and the musky scent of him filled Verso’s every sense. For a second, he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to take it all - but Gustave’s hips jerked up just a little and suddenly Renoir was there, grasping Verso’s hair again and tilting his head just so. Verso choked softly as the thick head of Gustave’s cock slid past that little bit of resistance and into his throat.
Renoir’s hand dipped down over Verso’s neck, gently wrapping around it and squeezing. Verso startled, only held still by Renoir’s arm snaking around his waist. “Can you feel it, darling?” Renoir breathed. “He’s made such a mark on you. Does he taste good?” Verso’s moan was muffled and Gustave groaned. Verso bobbed his head a little, his tight throat working around Gustave’s cock. It was overwhelming for both of them; Gustave’s cock ensconced in tight, wet heat, dripping salty pre down Verso’s throat.
Verso’s soft hands came up to brace against Gustave’s thighs - but Renoir grasped those hands, forcing Verso to sit himself back on his haunches and keep himself upright. Verso made a choked off noise and Gustave groaned as his throat rippled around him. Gustave gripped Verso’s hair, brushing a scrap of leaf from one of his curls. Verso whimpered, meeting Gustave’s gaze. His lips were stretched and pink, tears shone in his eyes, and Gustave was utterly obsessed with him.
Gustave began to move Verso’s head by the hair, swearing under his breath when Verso moaned around him. Renoir watched for a little longer, before clicking his tongue to get Gustave’s attention. “If you listen well, I’ll let you touch him more.” Renoir said, his voice low and hungry. Gustave swallowed hard but nodded the moment Verso whimpered. He knew better than to question the pack structure that was in place. “He’s a cockhungry little thing, isn’t he?” Renoir added with a chuckle.
“He is. He couldn’t get enough of me in the forest.” Gustave dragged Verso’s mouth off of his cock just for a moment, just to yank him back hard enough to make Verso cry out. Gustave groaned again, another hot pulse of pre running down Verso’s throat as pleasure sparkled down his spine.
The heavy scent of Alpha was filling the room, pine and leather and musk slowly wearing away at Verso’s mind. The heat was back, and he was itching under his skin for something he barely had a name for. He had a knot in him, but it was in the wrong place. He had his Alpha’s on either side of him, but he didn’t have a bite on his neck. Wasn’t he an omega now? He’d finally presented. Wasn’t he good enough for them? Tears ran down his cheeks as he whimpered, as he swallowed around Gustave. He mewled, a purely omega sound of begging.
Gustave’s gaze went even darker. Renoir grasped Verso’s hair, pulling their boy in two different directions - up and back, down and forward, as he pushed two thick fingers into him. Verso just about screamed, but the noise was muffled by the cock shoved deep into his throat. Renoir hushed him, kissing over Verso’s throat as his baby sobbed.
“It’s alright, princess.” Renoir murmured tenderly. “You’re mine. I’ll take good care of you.” He pumped his fingers into and out of him, slick dripping onto the sheets between them. Gustave wasn’t even offended that he wasn’t included. This was fucking heaven; to be buried in an omega in heat so many times over the last few hours was bliss.
Renoir’s gaze flicked up to Gustave, as if he’d heard his thoughts. “He could be ours.” He said, almost thoughtful, as he curled his fingers inside of Verso hard enough to make the omega shriek. “But we’ll discuss that once he’s knotted.”
“You want me to—fuck.” Gustave’s hips jerked up when Verso hollowed his cheeks and sucked on him harder.
“Knot his mouth.” Renoir purred softly, pulling his fingers from Verso’s cunt so that he could rub them over his clit and tug meanly at it. A fresh wave of tears spilled over Verso’s cheeks, a helpless noise escaping that pretty throat as he lapped at the sensitive underside of Gustave’s cock. Gustave groaned. He knew who was in charge, he could smell it and feel it. He knew now whose bite was fading on Verso’s neck. And in any case…
Verso pulled back just enough to dig his tongue into the slit of Gustave’s cock, and Gustave came apart. He groaned, digging his nails into Verso’s hair, making the omega cry out in surprise. Gustave buried his cock in that soft mouth again, far enough that his knot swelled and settled behind Verso’s teeth. Verso gagged around it and Gustave moaned as his throat rippled around him just like that pussy had.
Once Gustave’s load was warming Verso’s belly and his knot was caught in Verso’s mouth, both Alpha’s were instantly on him. They busied themselves with cuddling him between them and soothing him. Renoir’s grip tightened around Verso’s throat, though, guiding him back into Renoir’s lap. Gustave followed, getting onto his knees and stroking Verso’s sweat-soaked hair away from his eyes. He cupped his cheeks as Renoir guided his cock into Verso’s tight cunt, enjoying how Verso’s eyes fluttered shut.
Renoir groaned as he sunk his knot into Verso’s heat-warm cunt, burying it as deep inside him as he could. His cock nudged just a little deeper than Gustave’s had, notching right up against the sweet security of his cervix. “I’ll bet I could get right through this.” Renoir murmured as he rested his hand over the soft bulge of Verso’s belly, just under his navel. Verso shook between them, his throat working around Gustave’s knot again, coaxing another thick load from him. It spilled down his throat and both Verso and Gustave moaned.
Renoir’s gaze flicked up to Gustave’s as his fingers circled around the silicone buried deep inside of Verso’s hole as he leisurely sat back, enjoying how his son kept his cock warm. The toy made Verso almost blindingly tight, and Renoir had to briefly grip Verso’s hip hard enough to bruise to hold off. “You thought of everything, didn’t you?” he said, amused. Gustave blushed despite himself, but he was smiling modestly as he tugged at Verso’s hair.
“I know he’s not mine yet. Besides, it was easier to put it inside him than carry it around.”
Renoir laughed, his hand sliding down to tug gently at Verso’s clit. “Smart man.” He said. Verso was whimpering again as he clenched tight around Renoir’s knot, his hips grinding in little circles as he tried to get Renoir to move. But Renoir didn’t move. Verso sobbed so sweetly, his cunt working around him again and again. He was panting for breath, his thighs twitching where he was spread open on Renoir’s thighs. Renoir purred softly, keeping Verso secure in his lap for a moment longer.
“Lay back, Gustave.” Renoir directed, fisting one hand in Verso’s hand and grasping Gustave’s wrist. He pushed Verso’s head down and Gustave found himself flat on the bed with Verso’s nose buried in the thick thatch of hair at the base of his cock. Verso moaned, that Alpha musk going straight to his head. Renoir dragged Verso’s ass up into the air, pressing kisses over his spine as he made him present. Gustave could only watch as Verso’s eyes practically crossed when Renoir sunk deep inside him again.
Renoir was still for a moment longer, just long enough to make Verso clutch at Gustave’s and wail. His jaw hurt, he had Alpha pheromones all around him, and no one was moving! He seized beneath them, keening high in his throat. Gustave groaned, his inner Alpha practically barking even though he was already buried deep inside of the omega. Renoir was the one who had to soothe it. Verso’s noise took on a begging pitch, and Renoir soothed his hand down his back.
Under that touch, something soothed in Verso’s mind. He swallowed around Gustave’s cock, his tongue tracing along the underside of his knot again. His papa was behind him, his cock buried in his cunt as far inside him as it could get. He’d finally presented. He had two Alpha’s and two knots inside him. His papa loved him. Gustave was gentle with him now, a sharp contrast to how he’d taken him the night before.
He moaned aloud, and Renoir’s hand curled against the smooth skin of his back. “That’s my boy.” Renoir praised, and Verso shuddered. He clenched around Renoir again, moaning in this sweet, muffled little voice. And finally, finally, Renoir began to move. Verso moaned aloud, Gustave’s cock acting as a gag to keep his sounds muffled. Verso’s head was spinning as hot slick spilled out around Renoir’s cock, soaking their thighs and the bed. Verso felt dizzy, and Renoir had to rub his thumb along the column of Verso’s windpipe.
“Breathe.” Renoir murmured. Verso sucked oxygen in through his nose, only for it to escape in hiccuped exhales as Renoir drove deep inside him. Gustave watched with dark eyes, enjoying the hot pleasure that washed over him whenever Verso swallowed around him.
“He looks good like this.” Gustave breathed, and Renoir nipped at Verso’s throat just to hear him squeak.
“Full of cum, you mean?” Renoir purred. “He won’t be able to think once we’re done with him. I’ve spent years feeding him it and he still gets cockdrunk when he gets a single taste.”
Verso moaned weakly in response, but he felt cockdrunk. Renoir’s thrusting and the steady, unyielding pressure of Gustave’s cock had his sanity pressed paper-thin between them. Everything was sinking into a sweet haze, pleasure and desperation mingling into the sweet knowledge that he was going to be pregnant by the end of this. He curled his hands into the sheets, nuzzling his nose into Gustave’s belly again to take deep breaths of his scent as Renoir’s cock dragged over his sweet spots.
“How did you know?” Gustave rasped, finally. “That we were the same size?”
Renoir gave Gustave a smile that told him of a secret just between the two of them. “Emma told me.” He said, and Gustave groaned. Renoir thrust up against Verso’s cervix again; Gustave could tell from how Verso wailed.
“Of course she did.” Gustave said with a breathless laugh. His knot was finally, finally starting to go down. Verso moaned when Gustave pressed his thumb into Verso’s mouth, opening his jaw just a tiny bit more, just enough that he could feel Verso’s jaw pop before his knot was released. Verso’s mouth hung open, utterly wrecked, creamy cum leaking from the corner of his mouth. He met Gustave’s gaze with unfocused eyes, and then he was moaning aloud as Renoir’s hands came down to clamp around that tiny waist.
Renoir’s hands spanned Verso’s waist like a corset of calloused fingers, fitting it perfectly between them. He lifted Verso like he weighed nothing, settling him down on Gustave’s belly. Gustave’s hands came to land on Verso’s gorgeous tits, enjoying how they bounced as Verso gasped at the newest change in angle. He whimpered, grinding his hips mindlessly down against Gustave’s abdomen, trying to catch his clit against his skin. Gustave grunted and then groaned, grasping his tits tighter. Renoir chuckled and thrust into Verso - pushing his baby further up Gustave. Gustave rubbed his thumb over a flushed nipple, tugging at it before using those tits to push him back towards Renoir again.
Verso’s eyes went huge when he realized what they were doing, choking on the cocks buried in his hole and in his cunt as they were shifted inside him. Gustave and Renoir found a rhythm quickly, dragging Verso over the hard, raised surface of Gustave’s abs. Verso didn’t have a chance to catch his breath again, slick and drool slowly covering them both. Gustave twisted his nipples meanly on one upstroke, as Renoir buried his cock deep inside of Verso. Verso sobbed as his swollen clit pulsed once, twice—
Both men stopped moving, suddenly. Gustave’s hands dropped to Verso’s thighs, supporting him as Renoir lifted Verso into the air again. “Silly boy.” Renoir tsked, nipping at Verso’s scent gland to make him yelp. “You didn’t even ask to come. Why would we let you?” Verso spluttered, tears leaking down his cheeks again as Gustave watched. “Clean Gustave up and apologize.”
Verso’s voice was sweet and high-pitched and shaky when he spoke for the first time since he’d had Gustave’s cock buried in his throat. “Sorry.” He squeaked out, before he was lowered so gently down to lay between Gustave’s legs again. Verso shuddered as he licked over Gustave’s belly, swirling his tongue in between the muscles there. Gustave groaned as he wound his hand back into Verso’s hair.
“Good boy.” Gustave praised in a low voice. “Don’t disappoint your papa now. Do what he says.”
Verso nodded mindlessly, clenching around Renoir again. Renoir’s self control was fraying though, and he thrust into him again. “That’s it.” Renoir murmured. “Our good boy. Now come here and we’ll knot you.” He pressed another kiss to Verso’s head as without warning, he grasped the end of that silicone knot - and drew it out of Verso’s hole. Before Verso could even react, Renoir was lifting Verso and turning him around so he was facing his papa - so Gustave could sink his cock into Verso’s hole instead.
“Ask.” Renoir said through gritted teeth. Fuck, Verso had gotten tight. He could feel the warmth of Gustave’s knot, see the flush on the other man’s skin as they hid Verso between them. Verso was shaking so hard that it took both of them to steady him.
“Please!” Verso wailed.
“Come for us.” Renoir growled, and Verso’s orgasm swept through him so hard that their boy blacked out in their arms.
The two men met eyes for a moment, and then Renoir shrugged. Oh, well. He wasn’t any less tight. He began to thrust deep inside of him again and Gustave chuckled breathlessly before grinding deep into Verso’s hole, enjoying how his body pulsed and clenched around them even when he was unconscious and drooling against Renoir’s chest. Renoir gathered him close, stroking over his spine as Gustave pressed kisses to Verso’s throat.
When Verso came back to himself, it was like he’d been shocked. He startled as a second orgasm swept him into its current, openly weeping as he clutched for his papa. Gustave and Renoir both cuddled him up between them, thrusting deep inside of him. Verso had a sweet few minutes more of hot pleasure that stole his every thought and breath away - before his tight little holes contracted just so, before their cocks dug into his every sweet spot.
He moaned their names as Renoir and Gustave’s knots swelled inside of him, popping his poor holes so wide that he swore he could feel his pelvis creak. Then, a blinding pain shot through him and settled low in his hips - but he knew the consciousness on the other side. He shrieked as Renoir bonded him, as those knots blew wide, as something clicked into place deep inside him - and the heat was over. Just like that.
The sweet scent of freshly-cut flowers and pregnant omega overtook everything else in the room. Verso whimpered softly, his hand dropping down to rest against his swollen belly. It took, he thought. Renoir and Gustave’s twin purrs filled his ears and rumbled in his chest. Verso only had a moment to enjoy it before his head was dropping down against Renoir’s. Exhaustion was catching up quickly, and Renoir ran his hand through Verso’s hair so tenderly.
“Sleep, ma princesse.” He murmured. “You’ll have such pretty babies for us.”
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Nine months later, Verso gave birth to twins. Both with pitch-black curls, one with glacier blue eyes and the other with green-brown eyes. As Gustave cradled them close and cooed over them, Renoir was already atop Verso, his tongue buried in Verso’s mouth. Verso welcomed it.
Hopefully he’d have twins again in another year, he thought, before all dissolved into bliss.