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Obi-Wan’s first thought when they stepped into the firehouse was simple.
It was wholly unfair that Santa Claus, sitting on a plush-looking chair in the middle of a makeshift Christmas picture area, was clearly a firefighter to any adult in the building—a very, very attractive firefighter.
It was the first time in Obi-Wan’s life, including his childhood, that he had ever contemplated sitting on Santa’s lap.
Echo chose that exact moment to pull on Obi-Wan’s jacket, stepping forward as another child stepped up to visit with the man, and Obi-Wan was forced to focus back on the topic at hand.
Money had been tight, and it had only taken a ten-dollar donation for all three of his children to see and sit with Santa. Even if they’d had to sit in a line that was going down the block, Obi-Wan knew it was worth it to see the excitement on Echo’s face.
Fox and Cody were a little less enthused, asleep against Obi-Wan’s chest as he held them tightly in his arms.
“Do you need a little help there?”
Obi-Wan looked over at the man who’d stepped forward, his hand outstretched as Obi-Wan adjusted his pups again, his ankles aching from the weight of both pups on his hips for over two hours.
“Well…” Obi-Wan looked down at Fox, who’d woken and was pouting at the mere thought of being handled by anyone but his mother, and then at Cody, who was still mostly asleep, before looking at the line again.
It could be at least another hour until they were at the front of the line. If Obi-Wan were being honest, he was tired and sore and anxious as Hell from being out of his nest for as long as he’d been.
“How old?” he asked, and Obi-Wan looked back at him.
He was a gruff-looking man with blond hair greying at the temples, but his blue eyes were soft as he gazed at Obi-Wan’s pups. After noting his uniform shirt, he sighed softly and handed over one of his pups.
“That one will not bite you,” he murmured, “Or, at least, he hasn’t yet.”
The man grinned, looking at the pup in Obi-Wan’s hand in amusement.
“Do you like to bite people?” he asked Fox.
Fox’s frown deepened, and he bared his teeth at the man.
“I swear I’m not letting you watch any more National Geographic,” Obi-Wan muttered, brushing a hand through the boy’s curls, “Stop it. We don’t bare our teeth at people. It’s rude.”
The firefighter’s lip twitched.
“We bare our teeth at each other all the time,” he murmured to Fox, “We just call it smiling. Did you know we’re the only animal on the planet that uses our teeth to communicate that way?”
Fox tilted his head like he was considering the man’s words before he grinned, all teeth as he showed the man his sharp smile.
The man just bared his teeth back, moving his lip to show Fox his canines.
“They’re sharper than most alphas,” he explained, “No one is quite sure why, but my father always told me that’s how he knew I was going to be an alpha.”
Fox looked delighted as he clapped, and Obi-Wan flushed as he could feel himself starting to grow wet.
It's not that it takes much these days, but he didn’t want the rest of the families in line to smell him lest he cause a scene again by mistake.
It wasn’t like he could help it, pregnant and alpha-less and out of his nest even though he should be happily sequestered away with his ankles as earrings for his alpha. His body knew what it wanted, and working as a bartender at a bar known for its skimpy outfits wasn’t it.
“Yeah, I know,” he agreed, “It’s funny, isn’t it? Are you having fun waiting for Santa with your mommy?”
Fox pressed his head against Obi-Wan’s collarbone as he nodded, but Obi-Wan couldn’t help but grimace as his back started to twinge, the ache from being upright for so long making his muscles scream in protest.
Unfortunately, the firefighter seemed to notice right away.
“Do you need to sit down?” he asked, looking slightly concerned as he tucked Cody against his chest.
He really did, but he was so close to the front, and everyone in line had the same problems he did. No one wanted to stand in line for hours with small children—unless it was the most affordable way to make them happy—and he knew if he stepped out of line, he would have to forfeit his spot and Echo’s chance to see Santa.
“No, I’m fine,” Obi-Wan promised as Echo twisted his fingers into his jacket, pressing his head against Obi-Wan’s free hip. "I'm just a little sore, is all. We’ve only got a little bit of a wait.”
“Are you sure? We can get you sat down. It might be better, especially if you are in a lot of pain,” the man said, “I can get my buddy to look for some patches for the pain.”
“It’s really fine,” Obi-Wan assured him, “I’d rather wait it out than get in this line again anyway. We’ve been here nearly all morning, and I need to get them home and fed soon.”
The man’s frown only deepened.
“You won’t lose your spot in line. I’ll hold it for you,” he said, “If that’s the only reason you don’t want to sit, then you don’t have to worry about it.”
“It really is fine,” Obi-Wan murmured, his cheeks heating up as he felt his core start to ache, “Honestly, I’m just a little sore. It’s not even that much pain, and it’s not like anyone could do anything about it. It’s par for the course at three months with twins.”
The man looked at Obi-Wan for a minute before turning.
“Gilamar!” he called out, and Obi-Wan fought the urge to groan as another man started to jog over, looking at them curiously.
“Yeah? What’s up?” he asked, pausing to look at Obi-Wan. "Are you in pain? How far along are you?”
“What were you going to do if he wasn’t pregnant?” Kal asked dryly, but the man waved him off as he stepped closer to Obi-Wan.
“Do you mind if I—?” he asked, gesturing to Obi-Wan.
Obi-Wan would have said no if not for the searing pain that traveled down his spine, his whole lower back aching as he nodded.
A hand found Obi-Wan’s back, and a soft, embarrassing noise left Obi-Wan’s mouth as another found his stomach, shifting so the weight wasn’t as heavy on his hips, and the strain on his back softened to a dull ache.
“Yeah, I’d imagine so,” Gilamar murmured, “It’s a lot of pressure to put on your lower back and hips for such a long time. How long have you been in line?”
He shifted a little, and Obi-Wan moaned softly as the pressure left his hips completely, supported by the man’s hands.
“Only about three hours,” he managed to say.
“He definitely needs to sit down,” Gilamar said, looking back at the man holding Obi-Wan’s pup, “or he’s liable to hurt himself.”
Echo pressed tighter against Obi-Wan, sticking his face against Obi-Wan’s side, and Obi-Wan brushed his fingers through the boy’s hair.
“It’s alright,” he promised, “I’m just a little sore, sweetheart. Nothing to worry about.”
“We could use KT tape,” Gilamar suggested, “It would definitely help with the strain, but honestly, he’s been on his feet too long. The best thing we could do is to let him sit down for a little while.”
Obi-Wan could feel the dirty looks he was getting under the attention of two handsome firefighters talking about letting him sit down while keeping his place in line.
When Gilamar’s hands left Obi-Wan’s body, Obi-Wan whimpered.
“No, please,” he murmured before he could stop himself.
The ache came back instantly, and he squeezed his eyes shut as his entire back started to catch fire, his hips aching with a vengeance as he forced himself to keep still.
“Mama?”
Obi-Wan opened his eyes to look at his sleepy pup, Cody’s brown eyes wide and worried as he looked at him.
“It’s alright, Cody,” Obi-Wan promised, “I’m okay. Just a little sore, okay?”
Cody nodded before he looked up at the firefighter holding him curiously.
“We’re going to get your mom sat down,” the firefighter told him, “To give him some time for his back to stop hurting.”
It was a testament to Obi-Wan's pain that he didn’t protest as they gently pulled him from the line and towards the staircase.
“Do you think you can let me hold you?” the firefighter asked Fox, and Fox frowned.
“We need to get your mom lying down,” he murmured, “which means he has to get up the stairs. This will make it easier for him.”
Fox held out his arms, and Obi-Wan fought the urge to moan as he watched the firefighter holding his pups without trouble, letting Gilamar help him up the stairs and over to a worn-looking couch.
Obi-Wan couldn’t help but groan in relief as they helped him lie down on the couch. The relief was instant as Echo sat down next to him, his cheek pressed against the cushion as he closed his eyes.
“Just lie here for a little while,” the firefighter said, crouching down with both pups in his arms, “Give yourself fifteen minutes, and we’ll put you right back in line where you were. You need to rest a little bit.”
Obi-Wan was half-asleep as the man spoke, already nodding off as the pressure on his joints eased and his body grew heavy with sleep.
“Just a few minutes, maybe,” Obi-Wan agreed sleepily, “And you’ll watch my pups, right, Mr Fireman?”
“My name is Kal,” the man said, grinning a little as Obi-Wan started to fall asleep on the couch, “and I’ll be here the whole time.”
When Obi-Wan was woken by squealing pups, it had definitely been more than a few minutes, his head a little fuzzy and his body heavy as he leaned up, looking around sleepily.
“Fox? Cody?” Obi-Wan asked, blinking away the sleep in his eyes before he snapped up, remembering where he’d fallen asleep.
“Fox! Cody!” he called, panicking as he looked around, only to stop when he saw them.
“Oh,” Obi-Wan murmured, “I’ve been asleep much longer than I thought.”
He flushed as he watched his pups climb all over the firefighter dressed as Santa Claus.
“No need to worry. They’ve been keeping us company while we wait for Santa’s sleigh to arrive. Isn’t that right, boys?”
Obi-Wan looked over at the blond firefighter, biting his lip.
“I was only supposed to be asleep for a few minutes,” he replied, “If Santa Claus is done for the day, I must have slept much later than I meant to.”
Obi-Wan’s whole body started to heat up as he watched Santa allow his pups to climb all over his lap, laughing softly and talking to them in a low voice as they used him like a jungle gym.
“They’ve asked for their presents, and now they’re just playing,” Kal explained.
Obi-Wan’s face softened as he watched Echo sign to the man.
Echo signed to everyone when he was excited, and it wasn’t surprising that he was signing to the man.
He didn’t expect the jolt of pure lust he felt when he watched Santa put his hands up, signing back to the boy with ease as he turned Obi-Wan’s entire gut into lava.
Obi-Wan was faced with the sudden, painfully embarrassing realization that he wanted to be bent over a table and fucked by Santa Claus.
“Obi-Wan?” Kal asked, and Obi-Wan bit his lip.
Make that Santa Claus and a very sweet, blond-haired firefighter who’d helped Obi-Wan’s pups and led him to a couch for a nap.
The third firefighter—Gilamar—stepped forward with a bottle of water for him, and Obi-Wan vaguely thought about how he might let them run a train on him if they asked nicely.
I promise.
Santa signed the words to Echo, and Obi-Wan thought he might explode. His whole body was hot, and his core was growing wet as he watched the boy’s face brighten so much it was almost blinding.
Echo quickly signed something back to him, and then he turned, walking to Obi-Wan to curl into his lap.
“Hey, baby,” Obi-Wan murmured, kissing him on the head as he signed to the boy, “Did you get to meet Santa?”
Echo nodded, beaming at him, and Obi-Wan’s heart melted a little as he watched his younger pups toddle towards him, clearly realizing their mother was awake again.
“We’ve fed them lunch. I hope that’s okay,” Kal said, clearing his throat, and Obi-Wan could have kissed the man.
“That’s actually perfect. Thank you all so much. You really didn’t have to do all this, but I’m very grateful. I’m sorry I fell asleep on your couch.”
“It was no problem at all,” Kal replied, “And actually, I was wondering if maybe I could get you something to eat while you’re here? I wanted to borrow your ear about something.”
Obi-Wan looked over at the man, biting his lip.
“I wouldn’t want to put you out any further,” Obi-Wan muttered, his ears turning pink.
“I insist,” Kal said, straightening up as he looked at Obi-Wan in determination,
“Please. Let me get you something to eat. Mij can put your pups down for a nap since Santa will have to leave soon.”
Fox and Cody frowned as they looked over at Kal, pouting.
“Santa!” Fox protested, pointing his finger at the poor, dressed-up firefighter’s face.
“Fox, it’s rude to point,” Obi-Wan admonished him lightly, “We’ve talked about this.”
Fox’s pout only grew more ridiculous.
“Please?” Obi-Wan asked, “Aren’t you getting tired, baby?”
“I have to get home to the North Pole soon,” the firefighter told him, “Otherwise, I might not be able to have all the good boys and girls' presents ready in time. We wouldn’t want that, now would we?”
Fox shook his head, his eyes wide as he looked up at Santa Claus.
“Nap!” he declared, and Echo’s lip twitched as he looked at his younger brother.
“Do I have to take a nap, too?” he signed.
“Everyone takes a nap,” Kal confirmed, his movements a little stilted as he signed to Obi-Wan’s pup, and Obi-Wan had to dig his fingers into his pants to keep from whimpering.
“Okay,” Gilimar—Mij—said, “Let’s get you all into the on-call room for a nap.”
Vaguely, Obi-Wan wondered if he might be able to persuade them to take him to the on-call room instead.
“A job?” Obi-Wan asked, “Are you—are you serious?”
“It’s not that it pays particularly well, but it does have some benefits,” Santa Claus—or, well, Jaster—said, “Your pups mentioned that your current job is a little taxing. They said that you get pretty tired. This way, you’d be able to watch your pups and have space here in the firehouse.”
“Space in the firehouse? Like to live?” Obi-Wan asked, trying desperately to keep himself from squirming.
Obi-Wan had hardly spent a few hours in the firehouse, and he wanted to lie back and spread his knees for almost every firefighter who’d spoken to him.
“It would mean not having to take the bus,” Jaster explained, like he was trying to make the offer more attractive, “Your older pup would be closer to his school, and your younger ones could stay with you all day—or we could take them off your hands when we are down. Not to mention, it would mean that your food costs would be covered, and our insurance is—”
“Yes,” Obi-Wan said before he could stop himself.
He flushed as he could feel eyes on him, fighting the urge to sink into his seat.
He’d known that the other firefighters were listening in—and he couldn’t blame them since it was probably a strange situation—but Jaster had told him that he was the fire captain. Despite Obi-Wan’s uncertainty, he had told Obi-Wan that he knew his crew.
“Yes?” Jaster asked, eyeing Obi-Wan carefully. "Would you like to come work here? Are you sure you don’t want to hear everything I have to say?”
“I’m three months away from losing my apartment,” Obi-Wan confessed, his chest twisting, “I’m behind on my water and electricity, and my comm works on minutes. I’ve only got fifteen left for the school to call me in an emergency. There isn’t anything you could say that would make this a worse deal than being homeless.”
“You’d be surrounded by six alphas day in and day out while you’re pregnant,” Jaster replied, “Some omegas don’t agree with hiring an omega to do what they equate to poorly paid housework; there are the hours to think about, not to mention no way to disconnect properly from your job—”
“It’s only poorly paid if you were making more beforehand,” Obi-Wan murmured, “If you consider the room, board, health insurance, and food costs. I mean, the insurance alone will be a lifesaver when I give birth, and I can continue to work afterward without worrying about feeding schedules—”
“We are part of the fire union under the ori'ramikad’tsad, and any position we hire will fall under the same protections,” Jaster cut him off gently, “Which mandates maternal leave and PTO. If you use it all, that would give you six months off with your newborn pups.”
“Then even you have to know it would put me in a better position than I’m currently in,” Obi-Wan replied, “I don’t care what the stipulations are.”
“You might.”
Kal cleared his throat as he stepped forward.
“No unknown alphas in the firehouse,” Kal said, eyeing Obi-Wan, “None at all. Omegas and betas can come in as they please, but no alphas, and you have to be here every night. No sleepovers of any kind. This is a big city, and we work in a fairly small area. We’re on call for 24 hours and off for 48, but we all live in the firehouse. Mandalore’s fire units are an extension of its government services, and they are well-regulated. New laws were instated after a few mishaps where traffic in Keldabe made it impossible to reach a fire in time. We live here. We don’t go home. You don’t either, for all intents and purposes.”
“Do your families live here with you?” Obi-Wan asked, looking between them.
“If you mean mates and children, then the answer isn’t a simple yes or no,” Jaster answered, “Firefighters don’t mate, exactly.”
“There’s a hierarchy within the firehouse that determines your position,” Kal said, his lips a thin line, “In most cases, it’s worked out beforehand. Do you understand what I’m explaining to you?”
“In all manners of speaking,” Obi-Wan said carefully.
Kal nodded.
“You’d join that hierarchy,” he agreed, “And you’d remain in it until you choose to leave. You’d also agree to go through official channels to gain your discharge.”
“Can I ask the hierarchy here?” Obi-Wan asked, glancing around the room.
“The first and second—Jaster and I—are followed by the team’s medic, Mij,” Kal replied, “Jaa and Darro are both non-human, which isn’t uncommon. They are considered part of the team and remain in the hierarchy but are removed from some of its considerations. Zubian is currently our newest—and the lowest, though his personality suits it just fine.”
The zabrak behind Obi-Wan huffed, and Obi-Wan bit his lip, looking around.
“I’d still like to stay,” Obi-Wan murmured, “Even with the other…considerations. If I wanted to leave, it’s not as if I’d be chained here, and it’s a better situation. It might not be very appealing to someone from Mandalore, but where I’m from, it’s a perfect opportunity.”
“The first step would be getting you settled in,” Jaster said, “Which means helping you pack and move. I’d give your landlord a notice from the ori'ramikad’tsad, which will forgive your overdue rent and let you out of your lease. They are then allowed to contact our local branch and work out an agreement for a one-time payment for the lost income, and then it will just be a matter of helping you to learn your way around here.”
“It’s really just that easy?” Obi-Wan asked.
“If you want it to be,” Jaster agreed.
“I want,” Obi-Wan said, swallowing back the rest of the sentence.
He could do this.
He just needed some blockers and suppressors, and he would be fine.
“You’ve started washing the blankets?” Jaster asked, his lips forming a thin line, not looking up from the datapad he was studying.
“They’re in the wash as we speak to pull all scents from them,” Darro agreed, eyeing Jaster, “Everything okay, ‘alor?”
“We’re going to need more,” Jaster muttered, “A lot more. I’m going to send Jaa and Zubian out. I’m thinking maybe another fifteen to twenty.”
Darro raised a brow, but Jaster wasn’t looking at him.
“Fifteen to twenty?” Jaa asked, “You sure about that? We don’t want to create a nest he refuses to—”
Jaster looked up, leveling Jaa with a look that immediately shut him up.
“’Alor?” Zubian asked, “Just tell us what kind, and we’ll get them. You know that.”
“Thick, warm, and as soft as you can find,” Jaster answered, seemingly pacified by Zubian’s quick reply, “And look through your dirty laundry. Try to pick something that you’ve worn around the firehouse, not outside, and grab it for me.”
“How dirty?” Darro asked.
He crossed his arms, his eyes following Jaster as the man quietly muttered to himself, shaking his head.
“Gym clothes,” Jaster replied, “He’s going to need them. Get him a clean shirt, too. One from each of us. Something that will cover what he needs to be comfortable walking out here.”
“Something you want to share with the class?”
Kal wasn’t worried as he came in—Mij not far behind him—and plopped himself in the chair in front of Jaster’s desk, one leg hanging over the arm as he raised a brow.
“His medical paperwork came back,” Jaster murmured, “OO, which was to be expected, F5, SUB-M. He’s on what, his third set of pups?”
“5? You’re sure it’s a 5?” Kal asked, leaning forward to try to peer at the datapad Jaster was looking at, “F? Sometimes the E’s look like—”
“5F, OO, SUB-M,” Jaster cut him off, “Those were his results. Child yearning, very attached, very aggressive, and completely submissive. Once we get him nested here, we’re going to have to be careful. No omegas in this building until he’s comfortable. Do you all understand me?”
Mij whistled.
“Now, isn’t that something?” he asked, pulling the datapad from Jaster as the man scowled at him, “Holy crap. How are his A&I levels over 30? How the Hell is this kid still walking around?”
“Did you catch a whiff of him?” Kal muttered, “You put your hands on him, and he smelled like he was in heat.”
“I’m not unconvinced he’s not going to go into heat,” Mij replied, “You could smell the arousal pouring off of him. We'd better get some physical relief devices for him, and I’ll stock some medication on hand. Something tells me after a week or so, he’s going to need them.”
“If he goes into heat, no one touches him,” Jaster said sternly, looking around the room, “Not one of you. Do you understand me? There’s a lot that needs to be explained to him before you bastards lay a finger on him.”
“We should probably order some suppressors and blockers,” Zubian murmured, “He smells like milk and slick and desperate-to-be-pupped omega. I’m not sure anything less than prescription blockers will help. Even Mij had to step away from him, and all he did was help to adjust some of the pressure on Obi-Wan’s hips.”
“I got a face full of the sweetest scent I’ve ever smelled,” Mij agreed, “Never smelled something like that before. It made me dizzy, and half my brain was telling me that he wanted to be mounted right there.”
“He did,” Kal said gruffly, “You could have bent him over right there, and he would have let you. The moment you proved you might be an attentive alpha, his body wanted you. He’s an F5. He shouldn’t be out of a nest right now. It’s a damn crime that his feet have to ever come below his waist. I’m sure he’d be much more comfortable with them spread and in the air.”
“Kal,” Jaster said, his voice warning.
“It’s his biology,” Kal replied flatly, looking at his husband, “Not his lot in life. Whether he wants it with us or not is something that hasn’t been decided, but as pregnant as he is, I can guarantee the only thing he wants is an alpha to take care of him. He should be sequestered away, not trying to support himself and his pups. I don’t know what kind of useless alpha would have done this to him. He was wasted on them. It should be considered a crime.”
“That’s not our problem anymore,” Jaa said, “We’ve got our jobs. We might as well go do them.”
He pushed off the wall he was leaning against and started walking to the door, only to stop as he glanced at Kal with an amused grin.
“Well, almost all of us have our jobs,” he said, “But what are you supposed to be doing right now? Besides, trying to relax our ‘alor, that is.”
Kal knew it was a joke, but Jaster still bared his teeth at the man, a low growl leaving his throat as he stepped closer to Kal.
“Down, boy,” Kal murmured, his fingers finding Jaster’s, “He’s joking, and we both know it. We need to get an air purifier in here. Just the lingering scent of omega has you growling at everyone.”
Jaster’s lip twitched, but he stopped.
“At this point, we’re going to need an air filtration system for the whole firehouse,” Jaster muttered. "It’s going in the new budget.”
“You’re telling me,” Kal huffed out a laugh.
He leaned close, his mouth brushing Jaster’s ear, “You’ve started denning, Jas. We might all need to go get booster shots for our regular suppressors, or we might not make it through having to slowly integrate a firehouse omega.”
“I already got the booster,” Jaster murmured, his voice quiet, “I think I’m going to have to go in for an implant. It’s got a little more staying power, and just the thought of having him with us…”
He trailed off, his fingers tightening around Kal’s until it almost hurt.
“I love you,” Jaster said quietly.
“I know,” Kal agreed, “I love you too. Don’t worry. Everyone is feeling it.”
“I’ll talk to Mij about an insert,” Jaster promised.
“Get going to where you’re supposed to be,” Kal barked at their lingering team, “We’ll see you back here as soon as possible. Those nesting materials need to be ready for him.”
“Of course, ‘alom,” Darro agreed, something knowing in his eyes, “We’ll get right on that.”
Obi-Wan stopped dead in the doorway, unable to move even as his pups had no such hesitance, shrieking with joy as they ran into the room and landed on the tiny twin beds on either side of the room.
“Bed!” Fox screamed, flapping his hands up and down excitedly as he turned to Obi-Wan, “Mama! Bed!”
“ I-I can see that,” Obi-Wan agreed weakly, “That’s your bed, isn’t it?”
“Obi-Wan?” Kal asked, his voice hesitant, “Is everything okay?”
And Obi-Wan didn’t know how to explain the heat that rushed through his system like a fire—his underwear growing damp at just the sight.
They hadn’t just given Obi-Wan a room in the firehouse; they’d given Obi-Wan an entire area in the firehouse.
The center room held three pup beds on one side, two toddler floor beds for the twins, and one bigger kid bed for Echo. All their things were neatly put away into organizers for each pup, with their names painstakingly painted on the top to designate whose was whose.
Their toys were on one side, a small rug partially walled off by more bins, and Obi-Wan could already tell there were more toys and books than he’d brought with them since their things had been meager.
Through the door, he could see the bed that he assumed was for himself, and the stack of blankets and pillows was so ridiculous that half of Obi-Wan thought it must be a dream.
“I just—this was a lot more room than I was expecting,” Obi-Wan murmured, his throat dry and his underwear soaked as he looked around the room to house his pups and him, “You saw my old apartment.”
It had been a one-bedroom apartment and was less than forty square meters. Obi-Wan had managed to cram all the boys' beds into the room, and he’d been sleeping on a futon in the living room that he’d walled off from the rest of the space.
The center room almost seemed like the size of Obi-Wan’s old apartment, and it didn’t even include Obi-Wan’s own room.
Obi-Wan could only be thankful he was already pregnant in the space made just for him, since he was sure he would have instantly dropped into heat at the very sight otherwise.
“Well, we thought maybe you would like some space from your pups,” Jaster replied, “Just for you when you need it. Your own area to relax when you need to.”
Obi-Wan swallowed around the lump in his throat, his body on fire at the thought of some space away from his pups.
It was embarrassing to admit, but it was precisely what he needed. The idea of being able to lie back and satisfy himself without the fear of one of his pups seeing something they very much didn’t need to see was so alluring that Obi-Wan almost wanted to rush everyone out that moment.
He’d be able to take his time—with the toy that he had so that he could really, actually satisfy himself—and he wouldn’t have to rush his afterglow since he didn’t need to worry about anyone barging into the living room or busting through the broken lock of the bathroom door with only a shower curtain separating them.
“It’s perfect,” he finally managed to whisper, turning to Jaster and Kal, “Thank you.”
“It’s not quite finished yet,” Jaster murmured, and Obi-Wan let the older alpha herd him towards the bedroom door.
Obi-Wan was nearly vibrating when he realized that the stack of blankets and pillows looked endless—every shape, size, and texture he could possibly want just waiting for him to build.
“Oh,” Obi-Wan said breathlessly as he eyed the folded shirts neatly stacked.
“You don’t have to use those,” Mij murmured, and Obi-Wan looked back at the medic.
“We ran all your medical history,” Mij said, though his eyes didn’t meet Obi-Wan’s, “We figured they might help at night.”
At Obi-Wan’s look, Jaster spoke up.
“It’s confidential, and it’s not a factor in whether or not you are allowed to stay here,” Jaster said firmly. "It’s just a matter of safety. If you find yourself incapacitated, it’s information everyone in this house needs to know to get you safely where you need to go.”
“I—I just…” Obi-Wan trailed off, flushing softly as he looked at the alphas around the room.
“Mama!”
Fox ran into him as he shrieked, wrapping his hands around Obi-Wan’s knee as he beamed up at him, and the spell was broken.
“What is it, sweetheart?” Obi-Wan asked, his hand moving to sign as he spoke.
Fox bared his teeth at Obi-Wan, grinning madly as he did, and Obi-Wan huffed, shaking his head.
“Yes, Foxy?” Obi-Wan asked again.
Fox lifted the stuffed animal he was strangling for Obi-Wan to see, and Obi-Wan couldn’t help but laugh as he looked at the grinning Fox in his son’s hand.
“Oh,” Obi-Wan said softly, brushing his fingers through Fox’s wild curls, “I see.”
He smiled at the boy, even as he accepted that he was screwed.
Obi-Wan’s face was on fire as he leaned back into his nest, his limbs antsy with anticipation as he looked at the second set of gifts the firehouse had presented him with.
“There’s just one more thing,” Mij said, hanging back until all the alphas had filtered out of the room, “I thought it was better as a private conversation since it’s about matters a little more delicate than your nest.”
Obi-Wan blinked at the man, a little confused.
“More personal than my nest?”
Mij stepped forward, waiting for Obi-Wan to follow, and he led him to the dresser in the corner.
“A little more personal,” Mij agreed as he opened the drawer.
Obi-Wan squeaked as he looked into it, his face flaming as he looked back up at Mij with wide eyes.
“I—I—” he started to stutter out.
Mij put up a hand to stop him.
“I know that you didn’t bring all of this with you,” Mij murmured, “It was purchased for you. You are a class F5 omega who is pregnant and living with a group of compatible alphas. We don’t allow outside alphas here, but we don’t expect you to be celibate, Ob’ika. This is enough to get you started and keep you comfortable—”
He shuffled through the drawer like it was a completely normal thing to be doing.
“A few different dildos of varying sizes, a few different kinds of vibrators—nothing too crazy, just a standard, a bullet, a rabbit, one specific for your clit—a wand. The drawer underneath—”
Obi-Wan squirmed a little as Mij shut the top drawer and opened the one under it.
“—is scent equipment. Shirts from all the alphas here, a blanket or two from their beds, a synthetic gel that can be rubbed into your mating glands to help ease the ache if they act up, and enough alpha-hormoned artificial semen to get you through at least the next month. If you need more after that, then come see me. Alright?”
“Okay. Thank you—” Obi-Wan started to say.
“I’m not done,” Mij cut him off gently, “The drawer underneath has some with thrusting action, a lay-on vibrator, and some toys for anal stimulation. That should be enough that you have almost everything you need. If you need anything else—anything at all, Obi-Wan—you can come to me. I’m a medic. This might feel awkward, but this is what I do.”
It had been mortifying, but it had also been the only thing Obi-Wan could think about through the firehouse tour, Jaster’s explanation of his tasks, dinner, and even as he got his pups ready for bed.
The toys they’d gotten him were expensive—the nice ones that you didn’t have to worry about dying on you after only a few minutes—and Mij had covered every single area that Obi-Wan could possibly want to touch, even things he hadn’t gone over like the vibrating nipple clips or the suction set that Obi-Wan was sure would feel amazing over his already swelling chest.
And in his attempt to cover everything, Mij had gotten exactly what Obi-Wan knew he needed for the most mind-bending orgasm of his life, and the double penetrating vibrator and clit stimulator were the only things Obi-Wan could think of.
And now, laid out in nothing but one of the alphas’ shirts and a robe, he could not help but glance over at the toys, biting his lip as he tried to think if he was really going to do it.
He’d scarcely been there a day, and already Obi-Wan wanted to, though he wasn’t sure he could be faulted when the only thing he’d had was a not-quite-long-enough dildo and his fingers to help him come.
It had been the biggest step down from having an enthusiastic alpha that had existed, and Obi-Wan hadn’t been able to scratch the itch since.
More than anything, Obi-Wan wanted to scratch the itch that had been bothering him since his alpha had left.
Just the smell of alpha had Obi-Wan wet, and as he filled both sections of the dual action vibrator with the artificial come, his breath started to come quicker.
“I want it so bad,” Obi-Wan whined softly, though he wasn’t sure who he was talking to, “Why does it have to be so bad?”
It was only another moment before Obi-Wan desperately grabbed for the bullet, biting his lip as he clicked it on.
The vibrating was soft, but his cunt ached at just the sound, and he let one of his legs slide open, sucking in a sharp breath as his folds were exposed to the cool air.
“Oh god,” Obi-Wan whispered, closing his eyes and moving it down with shaky hands.
He trembled as it brushed against his stomach, the muscles retracting as Obi-Wan squirmed a little. The anticipation set his veins on fire as he let it brush along one of his lips.
“Ohhhh,” Obi-Wan moaned softly as he started to tease his lip, his eyes opening as he slapped a hand over his mouth, trying to keep as quiet as possible as he moved to the other one.
It felt like heaven, and when he moved to tease his folds, he had to bite back a loud cry, his thighs already shaking from the sensation.
When he brushed the hood, his thighs tensed automatically, and he had to bite down on his palm to quiet the cries that threatened to leave his mouth.
He was soaked, his slick dripping down from both of his holes onto his nest below him, and it only took a single brush against his clit for Obi-Wan’s entire body to shake apart, his face hot as he came.
It was so satisfying that Obi-Wan lay there for a minute, the soft buzzing a background noise as he came down from the high the orgasm had given him, but soon enough, he could feel himself aching, his cunt empty despite what had been a much-needed climax.
He looked over at the dual-headed vibrator and made his decision, spreading his legs as wide as they would go and reaching down with the bullet, dragging it through his wet folds and letting it tap against his cunt until he was dripping and aching for something to clench around.
His second hole was easier, as aroused as he was. He was soaked entirely before he knew it, both of his holes so wet that the toy slipped around as he made sure to focus on his perineum, making sure both his holes were ready for the toy that made his mouth water.
The toy slipped in effortlessly, leaving Obi-Wan lightheaded as he clenched around the toy inside both his holes, his eyes nearly rolling back as he started to roll his hips without thinking, letting the toy press against every inch of him.
When he flicked the toy on, he cried out before he could stop himself, his back arching as the intense vibrations made his legs shake.
Obi-Wan didn’t bother to tease, fucking himself hard and dirty with the toy, the noise obscene as he started to pant.
He reached up to pinch one of his nipples, whimpering as he fucked himself relentlessly, pounding his cunt as he got the toy angled perfectly to hit all his soft spots straight on.
Stars formed behind his eyes as he started to grow dizzy.
“Oh god,” he whispered, “Oh god, oh god. Oh god, please. Harder. Fuck me harder. Please, I need it so badly. Just destroy my holes. I want to be ruined. Please, please, please, I’m so pregnant. I need it so badly. Make me yours. Please, make me yours.”
He was so desperate as he worked faster, burying the toy inside him over and over again as he rolled his hips to meet every thrust, his entire face on fire as he reached down between his legs.
A few circles over his clit, and Obi-Wan was coming harder than he ever had in his life, and he could barely press the button.
His eyes flew open, and his breath was stolen as the toy stopped moving, the warmth against his rim making him pant and whine as he realized what was happening.
The toy throbbed inside him, heating up as the artificial knots started to form, plugging Obi-Wan before it started to release the come he’d filled it with—warmed from the base of the toy as the knot began to grow larger, just like a real knot.
Obi-Wan’s eyes shut as it filled him to the brim, the come so thick and hot that it pushed Obi-Wan’s walls open until he felt like he would break.
The next time he opened his eyes, he realized too much time had passed, the chrono reading nearly an hour past when Obi-Wan had last looked.
“Oh fuck,” Obi-Wan whispered.
Suddenly, having his own room with his own lock made perfect sense to him, and he flushed as he shifted, realizing what a sticky, wet mess he was.
“I think I need to bring towels next time,” Obi-Wan muttered.
The smell of alpha was still making Obi-Wan’s head dizzy, and he wiggled a little further into his nest, letting himself relax against the soft blankets to ride out his high for a little longer.