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Gwaine couldn’t really think. Merlin was still perched on his body, staring down at his hand as he rose it up to his lips, tongue sneaking out to taste.
Lancelot had abandoned his breakfast, finally, staring at where their Omega was perched.
Then, Merlin tensed. His eyes went wide, lips parting, before he tried to move from Gwaine’s lap. The Alpha sat up, reaching out to comfort him, knowing the Omega would be panicking.
‘Merlin…’
‘I should… I need to go.’ His lip was bitten red, and Gwaine leant in to kiss him.
‘Why?’ Lancelot questioned, reaching out to run a hand down Merlin’s back, watching as he shuddered under the touch.
‘I… Gwaine.’ He whined, tilting into where Gwaine was pressing his thumbs down into the Omegas hips, soothing.
‘What’s wrong?’ The other Alpha looked concerned, moving closer, until he was close to Gwaine’s still-naked body. Honestly, he would be embarrassed, except from the fact his head was still recovering from Merlin’s soft hands.
Merlin blushed darkly, trying to shift off of Gwaine’s lap, before he picked up on the scent.
‘Oh.’ Gwaine’s cock was filling rapidly, Merlin still trying to move away from him.
‘What am I miss… shit.’ Lancelot, the poor Alpha, hadn't yet had the delight of Merlin’s hands yet, probably why he looked ready to push Merlin back to the mattress.
‘Sorry, I can go.’
Lancelot moved, knocking Merlin from Gwaine’s lap, the two tumbling back to the bed. Merlin barely had time to do anything but gasp, hips arching up into the Alpha as Lancelot kissed his way down Merlin’s neck.
‘Lance, c’mon…’
‘Can I?’ His hand was hovering, at the hem of Merlin’s shirt, still covered in Gwaine’s spend.
‘Yeah.’ It was dragged over his head, before Gwaine shuffled closer, kissing his lips while Lancelot worked south.
‘These too?’ Merlin hesitated, flicking a fearful look between them.
‘You don’t have too…’
‘Merlin.’ Gwaine warned, fully willing to kiss him stupid again.
The Omega huffed, but lifted his hips so Lancelot could tug down the breeches, then the smallclothes.
Gwaine let his eyes roam, endless milky skin and the sweetest scent, one that Lancelot quite clearly was unable to resist. His head dropped to the crease of Merlin’s thigh, nuzzling into the skin while Merlin arched up, his cock leaking steadily onto his stomach. But it wasn’t that liquid that had made Lancelot’s control snap, Gwaine thought.
‘Want to taste.’ Lancelot’s voice had dropped considerably, his scent getting stronger as he flipped Merlin over. The Omega yelped, before spreading his legs further, pushing back into the Alpha’s hands.
‘Look so pretty.’ Gwaine praised, kissing at his neck and wondering how long he’d have to wait to place a mark on that skin. His Omega, their Omega.
An obscene slurping sound drew his attention down Merlin’s spine, to where Lancelot’s head was buried between the Omega’s cheeks. Poor Merlin, he looked ready to melt, shuddering as Lancelot’s fingers joined his tongue.
‘What d’you want, Omega?’ Gwaine nipped his earlobe, before littering his face with kisses, watching as Merlin tried to lean up into them.
‘His knot.’ He mumbled quietly, Gwaine snorting when Lance made a pained sound.
‘Think he likes that idea, Merls. Lift your hips up.’ He obeyed, letting Gwaine push a pillow under his hips while Lancelot regretfully pulled back. His lips were swollen, glistening, and Gwaine shoved down the jealousy that came.
‘Sure?’ Lancelot kissed the small of his back, patient, but Merlin simply wiggled backwards.
‘Otherwise I’ll get Gwaine to do me.’ He laughed, while Lancelot stripped off his clothes quicker than he thought possible, moving between Merlin’s legs.
‘Hold steady.’ Gwaine watched, unable to tear his eyes away from where Merlin was stretched open around the Alpha.
‘Oh Gods.’ Lancelot groaned, Merlin settling for whimpering as he shuffled backwards, lowering his chest further.
‘Move, please Alpha, move.’ Gwaine growled at the title, wanting, but knowing he needed to wait for the chance to have Merlin beg him like that.
‘Shh, good Omega.’ His hips jerked forward, Merlin’s eyes rolling back deliciously as his lips parted.
Gwaine wanted, but he couldn’t. Merlin wasn’t ready, needed to be gently introduced to this, and Lancelot was perfect. Held his hips carefully, moving rhythmically while Merlin panted out little breaths, huffing.
‘M’close.’ Merlin mumbled, and Lancelot shifted angles. Gwaine got the delightful view of the Omega tensing, shuddering, before spilling onto the sheets beneath him.
‘Can… fuck, Merlin, can I?’ The Omega nodded, stuttered out an affirmative as Lancelot’s head tipped back, thrusts rapidly increasing before he jerked, shuddered, and tied the two of them together.
‘Gods, you look so tiny.’ Gwaine couldn’t help it, stretched a hand to Merlin’s stomach, the swollen stomach that had to be so sensitive because of Lancelot’s knot.
‘M’ so full.’ The Omega babbled, slumping down onto the sticky sheets while Lancelot settled up against his back.
‘Rest.’ Gwaine advised the both of them, figuring he could eat breakfast without being interrupted by the knotted pair.