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Pepper heard the trudge of teenaged footsteps down the long hallway from the penthouse elevator and rolled her eyes. How Tony’s protege could manage to sound so sulky on Christmas Eve was beyond her. But, well. Omegas were known for their moodiness, weren’t they?Still. Peter didn’t have to lean so hard into those stereotypes, she thought with fond exasperation.“He’s home,” Tony informed her curtly, walking by at a brisk pace.Speaking of people who were suddenly leaning hard into stereotypes…She loved her alpha, she really did. He was usually so unique in his unwillingness to engage in displays of aggression, his categoric refusal to participate in anything that stank of knot-measuring. He had all the razzle dazzle of a wild peacock and she had fallen for him because of his metro-alpha progressive style.But ever since Peter had entered their lives, she´d taken secret glee in watching his base protective instincts flare.¨Hi- Hi, Tony,” fumbled the teenager, just out of eyeshot but well within earshot. Pepper slid from her chair to go watch the two of them.As she rounded the corner, her hand flew up to press against her lips. Oh, dear. Oh, Peter, Peter, Peter, what have you gotten yourself into?Tony, dressed to impress in his finest Sunday suit, was crowding the omega.When wasn’t he crowding into Peter´s personal space? He didn't even seem to notice how often he loomed invasively over the younger man- and certainly Peter usually encouraged it, the little minx. Although that was probably mostly instinct on the omega’s part, given his age and general innocence.He just didn’t know any better.And it was adorable, scenes like these playing out at all times of day.“You’re late,” Tony growled.Peter’s eyes darted around the foyer furtively, his head ducking in a quick, guilty bob. “Oh, uh- we- homework,” he fumbled awkwardly, pulling off his mittens.“Homework?” repeated Tony in a tone of utter disbelief. “Don’t give me that crap!”“No, uh, Mr. Stark-”“Tony,” corrected Pepper, grinning widely. “You can call your Alpha by his first name, Peter, dear.”“Um.”He always said that, um. And there it was- the blush, the duck of the head, the quick intake of breath. It had been months and he was still so adorably shocked that Tony had chosen him.As if there’d been choice involved in that moment.“No, what, Peter?” growled Tony irritably.And Pepper would lie to a judge about it, but that tone did send a thrill down her spine. She’d swear on a stack of Bibles that she loved Tony for his high-minded ideals and his progressive, “Equal Rights for All” mindset, but the way his bond with Peter was playing out was absolutely delicious.Call her a Basic Beta, but she loved the way they couldn’t control themselves.The Great Tony Stark, Champion of Omega Rights, brought to a growling bestial devolution by sweet, earnest little Peter Parker.
Delicious.
“We- robotics- physics midterm, it was- there was an issue with the motor?” Peter babbled breathlessly. For someone with so many academic awards, he certainly played the part of brainless breeder any time Tony got too close, too aggressive.Tony made a very low, very wordless unhappy noise. Pepper pressed her fingers to her lips again. He was just adorable all frustrated and suspicious like this.Even if the omega had been playing at mates with some little unknotted alpha playmate- there was nothing wrong with that. Tony flat out refused to take an underaged omega to bed- he’d been campaigning for years on the platform that they deserved at least a high school education! It would be very hypocritical of him to flip his life-long stance on omega rights the moment he had one in his household. His flat out refusal to take Peter to bed meant Peter was, in fact, still open for little playmates and all the tussling and troubles that came along with playmating.It was just adorable to watch them attempt to navigate the situation when neither one of them was entirely in control of their instincts. They were both so dead set on Peter having this last year of childhood before adulthood and his obvious best choice of stepping into the long-vacant role of Omega Stark.It would certainly help matters if Peter would get better at lying. Or covering up.Pepper smiled again, hidden behind her fingertips. It was just so cute.Peter looked up at Tony with an arrested look on his face, guilt splashed across every inch of his expression.“Whose scarf?” Tony demanded, fingertips trailing down the homespun, thickly knitted bright green wool.“Uh, um,” stalled Peter, eyes widening.But really, what had he expected? What omega wore a scarf? Even on the coldest night of the year! Bonded omegas would brave frostbite to proudly brag about their status, and the unbonded were always looking to advertise that they’d be interested, weren’t they?Pepper held her breath, excited to see how Tony handled this newest development.“Who’s scarf?!” the man growled, fingers slowly and firmly sliding up the uneven lumps to unwind the length of it from Peter’s neck.“Uh, um, Harley’s, sir,” squeaked the little omega.“Harley,” muttered Tony, the name of his other protege dripping from his lips with venom.“He- it was cold outside, Mr.- Tony,” stammered Peter, leaning but not stepping back as Tony unspooled the scarf entirely from his neck. “He said- I could? Borrow? It?”So hesitant, so beseeching. The perfect act of supplicant omega enduring their dominant’s berating. Not that it was ever an act, with Peter.Pepper pressed down the delighted giggle that threatened to burst free. Now was not the time to remind them they had an observer.“A scarf?!” Tony hissed in a scathing tone. “He said you, Peter Parker, could borrow his scarf?!”“I- he- yes?” responded the omega, his eyes wild and startled. “It was c-cold outside!”With a wordless growl Tony flung the scarf to the corner of the vestibule. Peter tracked it with his eyes, lips parting in evident shock before snapping his gaze back to Tony’s face as the alpha began to unzip his coat.“No- I can- get that-“ protested Peter weakly, falling silent and still after another wordless growl.Honestly, Tony was playing so far into his baser instincts she was a little surprised Peter could find the brainpower to protest anything at all.He really needed to get less obvious at his attempts to cover up what he was doing with his little alpha friend.Pepper shifted position as silently as she could to get a better angle of view as Tony shoved the coat off of Peter’s shoulders to fall at his feet on the floor.Oh no, she thought gleefully.“A turtleneck?” accused Tony in a low, dangerous voice.“I- it’s winter?” Peter attempted, swallowing thickly. “My nec- I get cold?”“You get cold,” repeated Tony stonily.“I- yes?” stammered Peter, eyes darting around Tony’s face anxiously, hands rising up to tremble on the other man’s chest. If he pushed, that would be too much, Pepper realized in alarm, stepping forward. That would- that would make this abruptly not a game at all.But of course, he didn’t. He was Peter Parker, after all.He curled his fingers under Tony’s lapel, pulling the man toward him, just a little.
He didn’t even realize what he was doing, Pepper thought again, feeling the alarm fade under the fond glow of watching the little omega with their alpha.“I get cold,” repeated Peter breathlessly, his face tilting up in such blatant invitation that she could see Tony respond, shift in closer, almost give in to the plump upturned lips-“And I need- I need something warm, to- warm me up,” Peter murmured, eyes fixed intently on Tony’s face.Tony said nothing, as Pepper bit her lip to keep herself quiet, too. She could just imagine his face- the intensity of the emotions there. The jumble of need and want warring with I-shouldn’t-I-can’t.“Something warm,” Tony repeated, in a solemn, low tone that made Pepper’s whole body throng with sudden needs, too.“Yes, Tony,” agreed Peter, nodding a little.The little omega would agree to anything Tony asked, if he asked it right then, Pepper thought to herself, not for the first time.Tony’s hand raised again, to play with the edge of fabric wrapped high around Peter’s neck. Peter’s sudden intake of breath, sudden tension, betrayed his secret.“And if I pull this down, omega-mine?” asked Tony quietly. “If I peel back this warm thing you’ve wrapped yourself in, to keep you warm when it’s so cold outside? What will I see?”Silence.Pepper already knew. Tony already knew.And Peter really, really needed to get better at covering for his playmate’s over-enthusiasm.“I- you-” stammered Peter, a blush flooding his cheeks. “You’d see-”A low warning growl, as Tony’s fingers twisted the fabric tightly, preparing to rip it down as roughly as they’d shoved the coat off of his shoulders.“He didn’t mean it!” burst Peter, his voice cracking with fear. “He- we were working on the robot, Tony, I promise, sir, I do! We were! And then- but he got carried away, he- it’s my fault, I know it is, sir, I need to- I’m sorry!”“What. Will I. See?” demanded Tony in a harsh voice. Pepper felt her lips curve up. Delicious.“He- they’re not bondbites!” defended Peter anxiously. “They’re not bites at all, sir, I promise! You can- they’re not!”Another growl, wordless and full of rage, and Tony flipped the collar of the turtleneck down roughly, putting Peter’s neck on full display.
Pepper craned her neck for a better view.Faintly-purpled red marks blossomed all over Peter’s neck, round and rosy against the pale innocence of his skin.Pepper couldn’t help the snort. He looked exactly like a clumsy baby alpha’s chew toy.
Which is what he was, really.Playmates being playmates.Harmless. Nothing like the crisp bitemarks of a bonding bite.“Peter!” scolded Tony, giving his naughty little omega a very sound shake. “We have midnight mass in an hour and you’re going to arrive looking like- like- like-”Time for cooler heads to step in, Pepper decided. “Like a foolish little omega playing at mates, Tony, that’s all,” she commented serenely, stepping forward to defuse Tony with a hand pressed gently between his shoulder blades. “Look at him. He’s young, and those hickeys are no kind of match for a bondbite. They’re sloppy, messy, and adorable.”“People will think-“ began Tony, before Pepper cut him off with a laugh.“People will think you’re honoring your ideals, Tony. They’ll see those marks and know you’re doing exactly what you always swore you would- letting an omega have fun without interference until they were ready to grow up and take a mate.”Peter’s gaze went back and forth between the two of them frantically as he dangled in Tony’s tight grip. “No one is going to mistake those for your handiwork, Tony,” snorted Pepper, grinning at Peter. “And Peter and Harley aren’t doing anything wrong, other than losing track of time and getting a little carried away playing.”“Playing,” repeated Tony heavily.Peter nodded frantically. “Y-yes, Mr.-Tony. Yes! I- um- I don’t- if you don’t want me to, um, I won’t! I just- don’t want to-““Go to his mating bed completely inexperienced,” finished Pepper, patting Tony on the back with sympathy. “You approved Harley as a playmate, Tony.”“I did,” agreed Tony, blowing out a long breath. He relaxed his grip- and got a grip on all of his instincts, Pepper noted wryly. “I do! I still do, Peter. You don’t need to-““I didn’t want to- um. Make you mad? At him? Again?” Peter said anxiously, straightening his shirt collar. (Folding it down, Pepper noted with cheerful exasperation)“He knows I’m not actually mad at his- your-““Play dates,” supplied Pepper chipperly when Tony again floundered over the well-established practice. “Harley has years yet before he could even find his knot, Tony, much less use it. Let them have their fun.”“Yes, of course,” said Tony sensibly, giving himself a full-body shake as if trying to shake off thousands of years of evolution. “Your body is your own, Peter, it’s not- mine- even if you do decide you want me to remain as your alpha next year. It’s always your body, omega.”Behind Tony, Pepper rolled her eyes. Now he could pull out the politically correct phrases. Where had this smooth campaigner been thirty seconds ago?“I will,” Peter promised breathily. “I will want you. I- want you now. I want- to make you happy. I- I can stop with Harley! He’s just- I don’t want to be just a kid, when, if, if you and me-““No, no, it’s your body,” said Tony heartily, running his hands in a calming gesture across Peter’s shoulders. Peter, of course, melted into it with a look of trusting adoration, as always. “I want you to come to my bed knowing what you like and how you like it, omega-mine. Ignore me when I’m being a knothead, baby.”Pepper snorted. That was exactly when Peter was least likely to ignore Tony. It all came down to base instincts, and neither one of them were turning out to be all that great at denying their basic natures.Not when it came to each other, anyway.
“So you had fun, though?” Tony asked after a heartbeat of Peter swaying closer and closer to him until they were almost melded together. “Harley treated you right?”“Yeah, it was fun,” Peter mumbled happily, rubbing his cheek against Tony’s chest in a quasi-scent-marking kind of way. “He’s not you, but… but he’s fun.”“Good,” declared Tony. “Pep, is he joining us at the church?”“Probably,” she replied airily, making a mental note to do whatever she had to in order to ensure the young alpha was in attendance. “And I think we should make the boys sit together, if he does. Really drive home the message that you’re sticking to your guns and you approve of Peter playmating.”Tony eyed her over Peter’s head, clearly doing the same social calculations she ran as a matter of course ever since becoming his beta. He nodded tightly and kissed the top of Peter’s head. “Sorry, baby. Of course Harley will sit next to us. He’s family, too. 100% approved. I trust you both, you know that, right?”“Uh, yeah,” mumbled Peter, rubbing his cheek again. “Yes. Of course you do.”“I do,” Tony reiterated, arms rising to pull Peter against him, lifting the smaller omega slightly. “In fact, I want you to tell me all about it. You were building the robot together- something was wrong with the engine- and then what? Did he make the first move, or did you?”Peter stammered and stumbled his way through a description of an improbable series of events that ended with Harley Keener’s mouth sucking along his neck. Tony all but carried him towards his suite in the penthouse, no doubt well aware of the tight timing they now had before Happy would bring the limo to them.Pepper smiled as she thumbed through her phone’s contacts, searching for H. Keener. She couldn’t wait for the fire that would rage, on that day in the not-so-distant future when Tony claimed Peter as his own.
But in the meantime, the sparks that flew were pretty cute, and well worth the minor annoyances.“Hello, Harley,” she purred into the phone. “Put on your best suit. Happy will be there in ten. You’re coming to midnight mass with us tonight.”“...ma’am?” replied Harley. She waited a heartbeat for his brain to catch up to her instructions. “Oh! Oh, yes, ma’am,” he clarified, sounding happy enough.“Don’t worry about the cold,” she teased him happily, looking out the far window at the familiar city skyline, “we’ve got a scarf here with your name on it.”“Aww, hell,” Harley swore. “He tell Tony it was me, again?”Pepper laughed. “He still hasn’t quite got the hang of lying yet, Mr. Keener. I assume you’re amenable?”“What, to playing at bein’ his playmate? Yes, ma’am, I’ll cozy right up. He’s a sweet little thing, even if he ain’t the bait I’d bite at,” Harley assured her.“He certainly is. Ten minutes, Mr. Keener.”“Yes, ma’am,” swore Harley fervently.She cut the call and thumbed up her messaging app. If you insist on playmating with Peter, you have to stop trying to get yourself caught, she typed.Who said I was playing? popped up immediately, confirming her suspicions. He’s a cute omega. I’m a handsome young alpha.Emphasis on young, she replied, lips curving into another smile. You know you’re not on Tony’s approved list.But I am on yours.“Cocky,” she murmured, shaking her head a little in admiration. Stay smart if you want to stay on it, she typed, instead.The reply came as Tony was bundling them all into the elevator, minutes later.
No promises. P can kiss a man brainless, even when he's just messing around. You sure know how to pick em.
Pepper smiled as she handed Peter the scarf to give to Harley. They’d get it back to its original owner soon enough.
“Tony pick out that sweater?” she asked him casually.“Yes,” he said miserably, tugging at the low scoop collar. Of course Tony would put the omega in such a soft-looking, fuzzy sweater. And of course Peter wouldn’t complain, even if he hated it.They really were impossibly cute like that.“Well, baby, at least it looks warm,” she comforted him absently, patting him on the shoulder. “It’s cold outside.”
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"Y'r gonna get caught," sighed Harley, shaking his head at the other young alpha.
"Oh, please, let me worry about me," chuckled Pietro, bouncing on his heels a little as they paused at the bottom of the school's stairwell."Hard not to, when it's my ass always gets chewed because y'all keep pushing," complained Harley lightly.
"Who chews your ass? Tony's so proud of you he's practically feral with it," snorted Pietro. "His young protégé, shacking up with his sweet little orphan omega, playmating in perfect harmony exactly as he'd always envisioned it, every time he'd tugged his own knot in his little Omega Rights protests...""Oh, gross, don't make me spew," groaned Harley. "First of all, we ain't- and you ain't- in any danger of shacking, second, don't make me think about Tony's knot, okay?"Pietro slanted a glance and a grin at the other alpha before straightening up, peering down the hallway. "There he is," he breathed. "There's my angel.""I already said stop making me want to hurl chunks," spat Harley, leaning back and looking behind Pietro's stiff, straining form to scan down the other hallway. "Where's y'r sister this afternoon, anyway?""You don't care," Pietro murmured absently."I don't," agreed Harley. "But she always- well, hello," he interrupted himself in a purr, straightening a little. "Who's this little sweet darlin' walking towards us, all unattended-""Peter," called Pietro brightly, lifting a single hand in greeting.Harley patted Pietro on the back, "Go get 'em, tiger, I- gotta see a girl about a book.""Enjoy your studies," chuckled Pietro.
"Yeah, hopin' to learn a lot," muttered Harley as he meandered down the second hallway.
"Pietro!" greeted Peter breathlessly, coming to a halt just out of arm's reach, his whole face alight with joy. "Did you sneak in? Just to see me?""Sneak?" laughed Pietro, pointing to the visitor sticker on his shirt. "I would never break the rules."Peter snorted and then looked around hesitantly, as if suddenly aware of the dozens of other students milling around them. "Uh, do you- I mean- we should-""I have a plan for that," said Pietro in a voice of supreme assuredness. He grinned down at Peter until Peter hesitantly began to smile back up at him, shifting his feet and adjusting his grip on his backpack straps.
He was just so damn sweet, thought Pietro with a sense of longing and awe. He could absolutely see why a hardened, jaded alpha's alpha like Tony Stark would have chosen Peter after decades of refusing all other omegas. The omega was earnest and eager, genuine and gorgeous- everything any alpha would want and packed into such a small little frame it screamed out to every baser instinct to protect, defend, and cherish.
Peter's smile faltered a little as he once again grew self-conscious of their position in the public hallway, and Pietro felt his heart begin to pound with excitement.
Without further words or warning, he swept the small omega up into his arms and raced them up the stairs, higher and higher and higher, weaving them in and around the bodies that were suspended in time as they climbed. He slowed on the top floor, dimly lit and in a clear state of disuse, the classrooms filled with ancient desks and stacks of books, old biology supplies mixed in with old gym equipment and ancient school paraphernalia. He slowed and slowed as they reached the center of the floor, until they were outside of the room marked 606 in chipped black lettering."I've never- been up here-" breathed Peter, his cheeks pinked so adorably with excitement. He was always so breathlessly impressed by a little speed.
Pietro bounced again on the soles of he feet before reaching in front of Peter for the doorknob. "Didn't I promise you the best first time for everything?" he purred at the omega, grinning.
"I think- aren't these rooms supposed to be-" mumbled Peter, stumbling forward as Pietro pressed a gentle hand to the small of his back, guiding him to go where the alpha directed. "Off limits?" finished Peter in a gasp, staring around at the room in shock.
"Off limits, maybe," conceded Pietro. "But not, it turns out, forbidden. I had Harley check.""Did- who did this?" asked Peter, gesturing to the nest in the center of the room, the old pillows and mattresses and blankets strewn enticingly."Theater Club, two years ago," pronounced Pietro. "Harley brings his little playmates up here all the time. He assured me they've moved on to other grounds, and- the scents have faded.""This has been up here the whole time?" asked Peter, his voice rising in disbelief. "And nobody knows?""Who comes up here?" responded Pietro philosophically, shrugging his shoulders. "There's even dust on the floors in the hallway. The corridor's blocked, too- I jumped the cord but it's there.""I didn't see a cord-" muttered Peter."Well, I was moving pretty fast," grinned Pietro, turning and pulling the little omega to face him, beside the nest on the floor. "I didn't want to waste a single second," he told the sweet thing, loving the way Peter responded to the sentiment, eyes widening, lips parting, whole body yearning toward the alpha. Pietro lifted his hand and rested the back of his knuckles against Peter's check, so gently, so sweetly, watching the omega's pupils dilate.
"No, me- me too," sighed Peter, nodding his head just a little. "I don't- want that- either-""Of course you don't," Pietro told him in a fond, indulgent tone. "You're so sweet and good, Peter Parker."A flush rose in the omega's cheeks. "I- um-""I'm going to kiss you, now," Pietro announced loftily, and then he tilted his head and pressed his lips smoothly to the omega's, parting them quickly with his tongue, letting some of his impatient energy burn off in the immediate deepening of the kiss.
Peter made a surprised noise, a happy moaning sound that soothed its way under Pietro's skin, and kissed back, becoming more and more eager and anxious as Pietro continued the kiss.Pietro liked that best of all- the way Peter wanted to be bred, more than anything in the world, desperate and eager for anything Pietro would give him.
"Shhh," soothed Pietro, while his own nerves jangled and demanded that he shove the little omega into the nest, rip down his stupid, ridiculous jeans, and fill him full of pups. "Shhh," he soothed Peter, into their kiss, as Peter made the small mewling noises of an omega who had needs."P-please," stammered Peter into their next kiss, tugging on Pietro to pull him down, down, down, a graceful descent into the nest, Peter's arms wrapping around Pietro's neck to pull him into place above the omega, their lips remaining tightly sealed together.
"Shhh, ommie," soothed Pietro. "Shhh, sweet baby-mine, I'll give you what you want.""What I want," breathed Peter, panting.
"Shh," Pietro told him, batting his fumbling little clumsy fingers away from his silly pants. "Gotta start wearing more skirts, Parker," he teased. "So I can just- flip 'em up, ommie, don't you want that? Don't you want to make this easy on me? Don't know why you gotta put up a barrier." He grunted as he began to peel the pants down, Peter's small cocklet springing free, drooling and pink, as adorable as the wetly-kissed lips on Peter's face. He left the pants bunched up around the omega's ankles, shifting Peter's legs so that his knees bent and he gave Pietro full access.
"I- no barrier," gasped Peter. "I- yes, I can- I have skirts-""Good, wear 'em," ordered Pietro, ignoring the cocklet to shove two fingers directly into the slick-slippery hole hiding between the omega's thighs.
"Ahh!" gasped Peter, his head falling back. "Pie-tro!""Now, baby," teased Pietro, licking at the omega's exposed neck, sucking gently at the scentpads that smelled of sweet sweat and all the best scents of happiness, "I know what you want, don't I?""Sl-ow," pouted Peter, his dark eyes pleading with Pietro.
"Fast," countered Pietro, scissoring his fingers and grinning at the way Peter tossed his head, hands fisting in the blankets beneath them.
"Slowwww," begged Peter piteously, as his hips lifted high and fell down, the first thrust.
Pietro stared down hungrily at the omega's body as it began to writhe and squirm to the exact rhythm of his fingers inside.
"Please," gasped Peter, "please!""More speed?" teased Pietro, bending down to kiss the little omega's pouting expression off of his lips, his hand inside the omega moving just a little faster, a little harder.When Peter was whining into the kiss, high pitched, needy, the perfect omega's call, he added a third finger and listened to the whine become a series of broken yelps and gasps. Peter pounded the pillows with his fist as his body attempted to keep up with the demands of Pietro's fingers- and failed. The struggle was so delicious, and Peter was clearly overwhelmed and overcome with how fast Pietro could stoke his body's needs.That suited Pietro just fine.He didn't love finding time for Peter because of Peter's brains and scintillating conversation, after all.The omega began to cry, sobs wracking his body as Pietro mercilessly worked him toward the cliff that he couldn't get over. "Please, please, please," begged Peter, his eyes alternating between tightly closed and staring up at Pietro, his mouth slick, wet, and roughened from Pietro's kisses.
"More already?" asked Pietro rhetorically, Peter gasping in shock as if they hadn't done this exact thing dozens of times together, already. Pietro poured on some extra speed, being sure to catch the o-spot with every fast flutter of his fingers within the omega, thinking a little viciously, See if Tony'll ever be able to do that for you, Peter Parker.Well, maybe the genius alpha could, Pietro didn't know. Maybe it wasn't any better for Peter than a good vibrator.
But the omega fell apart just the same, his little hips pumping air, his cocklet leaking small drops of white stickiness all over his sweet little belly, his shirt rucked up with all the desperate motions of his hips driving him to chase Pietro's hand."Please, in me," sobbed Peter, as he always did, every time, the senseless little thing. Pietro grinned down at him, eager for this part. "I am in you, ommie," he said soothingly, shoving hard to make the little omega yelp again before groaning."You, please, your- in me," begged Peter."You wanna be done already?" asked Pietro, feigning shock as his fingers ground against the omega's o-spot mercilessly. "Peter, we just got here.""Pie-tro!" wailed Peter, his hips jackknifing off of the mattress."That's my name!" agreed Pietro brightly, loving the flush that crept everywhere he could see it, the way Peter's feet kicked within their trapped-together confined predicament. "Tell you what, you get your hips moving faster than my fingers, sweet baby, and I'll stick my dick in you, make it all better, okay?" he offered, low and gentle.As testament to how brainless an omega could get when they were being fucked, Peter nodded immediate agreement to the offer of terms, his hips jackrabbiting a breath later.
Pietro grinned, matching Peter's speed and amping up the pace just a bit, letting the omega think he could thrust almost as fast as Pietro's fingers, but always staying just one split-second ahead of the poor thing.Peter's face was red, his body covered in sweat and his thrusts to fuck himself on Pietro's fingers more vibrations than individual attempts at impalement, tears of effort and desperation streaming from his eyes, when Pietro glance up at the clock on the far wall and decided he'd let the omega try for long enough.
"Awww, sweetheart," he crooned. "Just can't keep up, can you?"Peter mewled miserably back at him.
Brainless little thing."That's okay, tell you what," offered Pietro. "You've been so sweet and so good- look at that puddle- I'll take care of you anyway, sweetie." His hands began to unfasten his own pants, and he sat back, drawing his heavy cock out of his boxers to stand proudly against his stomach.It was a good cock. No sign of a knot yet- and thank God, he wasn't interested in being anything but a playmate at this point in his life- but it was thick already, and flush with desire.The perfect place for a little omega like Peter to impale himself."C'mere, brainless," he teased the omega, sliding his fingers from the omega despite the sudden clamping of the omega's walls, attempting to trap them inside. He quickly shoved off one of Peter's shoes and ripped the leg of his pants the boxers twists around his ankles off, as well.Peter cried out, a fresh wave of sobs shaking his form, curling over on his side in despair."C'mere," ordered Pietro, rolling his eyes, helping the trembling little thing to crawl into his lap and get himself into position. "Sit," he ordered, tugging on the omega until the omega got the idea, feeling the lip of the omega's hole slowly encase the tip of Pietro's dick. "Ahh, just like that, sweetheart," he sighed into the omega's ear, kissing the shell of it before tucking his head in the crook of the omega's neck, lapping and suckling there. "Just like that."The omega shuddered as he sank down, crying out with that high-pitched omega neediness that pulled deep in Pietro's soul, wriggled under his skin.
"C'mon, angel," breathed Pietro, "you wanna get bred, you know how to do it, c'mon, baby."Peter did, in fact, know how to sit on an alpha's cock and breed himself. It had taken enough practice, but he knew how to do it, now. How to lean back, just a little, and grip Pietro's biceps, and rabbit those hips just right, greedy and needy and whiny and begging, the whole time.He was a mess, all right.A beautiful mess.Pietro felt his crest begin to build and smiled into it, breaking the omega's rhythm to drive himself into the omega's body, chasing his own release with quick thrusts that made the omega yelp and yelp, higher and higher until-Pietro gave a short shout, feeling the tension break as his dick pulsed, Peter struggling against him for another few vibrating thrust before he, too, moaned and tensed.Pietro growled as he tumbled down the other side of his orgasm, wrapping Peter in his arms and clutching the omega to him as he toppled to his back, gasping for air.Nothing in the world felt as good as fucking a sweet little omega like Peter, Pietro contemplated as he caught his breath.The sweet little omega made a shuddering armful for the next few minutes, clinging and crying and gasping before he began coughing and then, as the sweat began to dry on their skin, to giggle.Pietro's lips curved up, some of the smug satiation he was feeling leaking into his voice as he crooned, "What's got you so happy, little Peter Parker?""You," giggled the omega, pressing kissed to every patch of Pietro's skin that he could reach. "Just you. I'm so glad Pepper said you were okay.""Mm, so you've said," agreed Pietro, nodding, kissing the little omega's tousled curls."Every alpha on Tony's list treats me like I'm spun glass," sighed Peter, wiggling contentedly. "Like I'll break if they use me.""So you've said," agreed Pietro, feeling post-orgasmic lassitude spread a deep sense of well-being through his every limb. It was pleasant to feel calm, at peace, to actual enjoy this slowed-down moment. "I'm happy to use you," he offered, grinning with his eyes closed.Peter snorted, and dappled his skin with kisses again, before craning his head up and kissing Pietro on the cheek. "My hero," he whispered."At least for the next year or two," teased Pietro, hugging him tighter for a brief squeeze of a second."Mm, for as long as we can," agreed Peter, wiggling contentedly in his grip."Five more minutes, and then we'll clean up," Pietro declared comfortably, willing the slow moments to stretch around the two of them in the center of this little nest.
"Five more minutes," agreed Peter, squirming. "Don't waste a single second.""I don't plan on it," promised Pietro, pulling the sweet little thing even closer, trapping that small, trusting frame within his arms. "I don't plan on it," he repeated in a blurred mumble, letting his head fall back on the worn-out pillow at the edge of the small nest, and sighing with contentment.He really should thank Pepper Potts for giving him the go-ahead. And Harley, for making today's little playdate possible.He wouldn't have access to little Peter Parker forever- not at the rate the omega was growing up. But while he had that access, he didn't plan to waste one single second, not one.They'd get to the finish line eventually, and crash over it, in good time.But in the meantime, he'd have some fun running Peter Parker through the kind of sprinting exercises that Pietro loved best.
It was good for the omega- built up his stamina some, taught him what his body could take.Got him ready for the marathon of mating in store for him, at the finish line, when Tony finally tied that knot in him.Peter sighed happily, and Pietro grinned up at the ceiling, already beginning to idly plot and plan their next practice session, his mind already beginning to speed up out of that fucked-out blissful slow calm.Yeah. While he had Peter Parker, while they were practicing sprints, he'd keep an eye on their time together, and make sure neither one of them wasted a single second.It was the least he could do, for a friend.
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"I'm c-cold," stuttered Peter, blowing on his fingers."Y'r always cold," muttered Harley, rolling his eyes and stamping his feet impatiently, glaring up the street. "Where the hell is he?""Oh! He said he'd be running a little late," said Peter innocently, shrugging his shoulders before shivering again, huddling against Harley."Oh fer-" sighed Harley irritably, pushing Peter away and unzipping his coat, tucking the little omega inside it and wrapping his arms around the smaller teen. "You're awful, Peter.""What?" asked Peter innocently, tilting his face up to laugh at Harley's irritation. "We're playmates, Harley, you're supposed to look like all you want to do is snuggle me.""Yeah, well, hard to remember to act right when you're so damn annoying," Harley told him, although he knew he ruined the complaint by smiling."I'm here! I'm here!" shouted a voice from the direction of the tree line excitedly."Oh thank God," muttered Harley.Peter peered over the edge of Harley's coat, shifting his stance to lean just a little away from the alpha."Sorry," gasped Johnny, as he slid to a stop beside them. "Oh, sweetheart, did you get cold waiting for me? I'm- I got stuck-""I got your message," Peter told him earnestly. "We weren't worried.""Oh, but you're cold," crooned Johnny, tugging Peter away from Harley, pulling Peter's fingers up to his lips and kissing them, breathing on them."Christ, you two are awful," complained Harley, stepping back and re-zipping up his jacket. "Where are we doin' this?""I- there's a shelter?" offered Johnny, tugging on Peter's arms to make the omega step closer, his eyes staring up at Johnny in adoration. "In the park. Enclosed. I'll- heat it up, in no time.""Okay, and that'll work for you two," emphasized Harley. "Where'll I be? Standing outside freezing my knot off?""No, no, you can- it's like a shed, oh, come on," growled Johnny, wrapping his arms around Peter and lifting the omega up, until Peter giggled and wrapped his legs around Johnny's torso. "I'll just show you."They trudged through the park- Harley and Peter ostensibly on an approved date to go ice skating at the pond on the other side of it. Johnny, well aware of Peter's thin skin, poured out extra heat, until every footstep melted snow in a circle around it. "Hey, matchstick, not really subtle," pointed out Harley, smacking Johnny on the shoulder to get the other man to turn around and look down."Ooops," said Johnny.Peter grinned and kissed Johnny's cheek. "You can't help bein' hot, alpha.""Y'r lucky we're half-way into the woods before you started flamin' up," sighed Harley, shaking his head. "Luckier still everyone's over at the ice rink," said Johnny, smiling at Peter, who smiled back with delight."No, I'm the lucky one," sighed Peter happily, wiggling in Johnny's arms."No, I am," declared Johnny."I swear to God, y'all can wait," threatened Harley. "I'm about to lose some goddamn toes, Storm."Johnny gave Peter a cocky grin and Peter blushed in response. Johnny hefted him into a better hold, and strode forward, the edges of his footprints in the deep snow only slightly rounded with melted heat. Harley kicked the edges with every step, roughening their shape with his own boots, just in case."See?" declared Johnny, as they crested a small hill. "Perfect!"A small stone structure, metal-roofed, squatted in the middle of a copse of trees."I only see one building," muttered Harley."You'll see," Johnny told him, rubbing his nose against Peter's. "It's perfect, I promise.""Of course it is," Peter told him breathlessly, wide eyed.Johnny smiled back at him as he led the way down the short hill to the building."Are we even gonna be able to stand up in there?" snorted Harley."Why would we need to stand up?" Peter teased him, grinning over Johnny's shoulder.Harley snorted again. "Maybe you can spend the whole time on your knees, Petey," he grumbled. "But unlike you, I-""Just trust me," sighed Johnny, shaking his head. "Have I ever led us wrong?""Yes," declared Harley suspiciously. "All the damn time, from 'hello, my name is Johnny Storm' to 'hey, that lil feller is kinda cute, you think you could introduce me,' to just last week when you-""Never," Peter cut in, over Harley's complaints."Never," agreed Johnny, grinning as he touched the blob of metal locking the door tight and it melted between his fingers to drip on the snow and hiss. Harley rolled his eyes as he shouldered his way into the building behind the pair."Oh, Johnny," sighed Peter, as Johnny lit the oil lamp he'd clearly left behind earlier. "You were right.""All nice and den-like, ain't it?" said Johnny eagerly, spreading his arms wide.Harley glared at the 'perfect solution' visible in the lamp's flickering flame, kicking the door shut behind him. "This is it?" he demanded, waving at the sheet strung up from wall to wall, perfectly dividing the small space."Yup," declared Johnny in a voice of perfect satisfaction with the arrangements. He laughed at Harley's angry splutter. "Aww, now, c'mon, Kentucky, don't be like that.""Tennessee," corrected Harley severely. "And I hope you weren't thinking I'd be happy with this, I thought you knew me better than that.""I knew you'd make do," chuckled Johnny. "Told you to pack earphones, didn't I?""You didn't," Harley retorted, shaking his head. "You really didn't.""Oh. Well. I meant to."Harley snorted, stalking over to the sheet and pushing it to one side.
"Chair looked comfy," called Johnny, skimming off his coat and hat, gaze firmly seated on Peter's upturned face.Harley grumbled wordlessly as he eyed up the elderly piece of furniture. "Looks like mice been at it," he complained."No it don't," returned Johnny from the other side of the sheet."Johnny," sighed Peter, and Harley gave a sharp glance as the shadows shifted on the sheet, Peter's shadow-hand outstretched toward Johnny's shadow-face."Aww, honey," teased Johnny. "Gimme a sec to get us all toasty in here, huh? Don't want to burn ya.""Okay, Johnny, but... hurry," sighed Peter, his shadow wrapping itself tightly again, the outline crisp and clear against the sheet.Harley felt a trickle of unease, watching the shadows of the other two teens slide like black ink across the white expanse of the sheet."So I'm just gonna- sit here," he called out, roughly."I don't care what you do," Johnny said, sounding smug, and then there was a burst of light and the temperature in the small cabin jumped in a burst of heat to match it."Stay back," Johnny warned, as the nearly-invisible Peter-shadow's hands came up. "Just give me a sec, okay, honey?""Yes, Johnny," Peter murmured, and then there was the sound of his coat unzipping.Harley settled himself gingerly on the chair, which miraculously did seem to be both sturdy and comfortable, and then, as the temperature continued to rise until it quickly became comfortable in the small space, he peeled off his jacket."That warm enough, Petey?" asked Johnny in a concerned tone."No, keep going," said Peter sternly. "I want to just- be warm for once, Johnny. I'm only ever warm when we're together.""One of the side benefits," chuckled Johnny."Well, I'm not roasting over here," Harley warned them. "Bad enough I gotta- sit here- for this.""Aww, just take out that phone and start reading some mechanics journal," chuckled Johnny, "and you'll be dead to the world, Kentucky. I know you."Before long, though, there was the sound of movement, and Harley squinted at the sheet, where the bright light of Johnny fought with the faint light of the lamp to create the faintest shadow of Peter, which squirmed."Baby, it's getting hot enough?" murmured Johnny."Yeah, I think- I don't-""I can keep it right here, just like this," Johnny said, and then the bright light flickered out. "These old stones hold heat, and I was warming up the place for a bit before I came to get you."It did seem warm in the little shed, Harley conceded, draping his jacket over his lap and pulling out his phone.Ah, shit, he thought, staring at the battery indicator as his heart plummeted a little.He should have charged it before they left for the ice rink.He glanced at the curtain, where once again the shadows of Johnny and Peter were sharply inked in black, perfectly in proportion, like some art class template for Alpha and Omega silhouettes, as they stood and stared at each other.Johnny moved first, carefully, slow, cupping his hand on Peter's cheek. Harley could hear the way Peter drew breath wetly, the small shocked noise he made as Johnny took a gliding step forward into his space, tilting the omega's head back with careful pressure and bending his own head impossibly slowly, to place a kiss on Peter's lips.Harley shifted in his seat.There was something- different- about them, like this. The details that made them Peter and Johnny were lost in the the shadow images, until they looked just like- a young alpha, and a sweet, trembling omega in his arms.Harley swallowed.They knew he was here. He could hear the sound of Johnny's boots shifting on the floor, Peter's boots scuffing as well, as Johnny shifted closer and then drew Peter to him. If he could hear them, they could hear him, too.And they'd made it clear, from the beginning, from that first time, at the gala, that they didn't care about him being around while they went at each other.Hell, Peter'd invited him to join in more than once.But Peter wasn't exactly his cup of tea. He liked his omegas with more tits and less- sweet. Something plumper, with more sass. And he wasn't- absolutely wasn't- into sharing.Still.It was- different, somehow, with just their shadows on the sheet.The two figures looked- well. They twined around each other, and it was easy to see how the omega just gave in so sweetly, tilted his head up, let the alpha have whatever he wanted. It made Harley's heart clench a little, the way the alpha's hands clutched too hard at those small, rounded little shoulders, twisting them, pulling them close and rubbing at them.He'd felt that way, too, with just the right-scented omega next to him. Like he would claw his way under their skin if he could just figure out a way to do it without hurting them.The omega- Peter, he reminded himself sternly- was whining, just a little. A low, quiet, needy sound that filled the small space of the stone-walled shed.Harley felt his lips lift in a sneer. Omegas were all the same, weren't they? Sweet little stuffmuffins, just asking to be plumped up. Even the best of 'em would go brainless, wouldn't they? That was where Harley had his doubts about Tony's whole Omega Rights platform. Sure, the little fellers could do whatever they wanted outside of the home, he didn't have any problem being served food by an omega waitress or having his weight checked by an omega nurse like some alphas. He didn't mind that they did whatever they wanted, if they didn't have pups at home. He agreed with the man on that.But an omega like the shadow-omega, keening just a little, pressing his sweet little body against the strong, powerful body of his alpha?That lil feller didn't want a career, wasn't thinking about college or his latest project.That lil feller wanted a good dicking down, and that's where he disagreed with Tony.An omega past their bearing years, sure, if they didn't want to just retire to dote on their grandbabies, sure. Let them go out and do whatever the fuck they wanted to, within reason. Wasn't any harm in that.But one like the one who tilted his head back, baring his throat for his alpha's eager sucking mouth?He only wanted to be filled up with pups.Harley realized he was glaring- and at whom- and tried to make himself tear his eyes away, stare at the far wall, at the phone. Maybe this'd be a fast one, and he wouldn't run out of battery?"Shhh," soothed Johnny, adding a low, tuneless croon, and Harley's eyes snapped back to the sheet in time to catch the alpha's shadow hands slide from shoulder to hip, and then up, up, up, slow and sure, fabric bunching and gathering as the omega's shirt slid up and off. "I gotcha, lil' honbun.""Cold," whined the omega, low, low, low, so quiet and needy."I'll warm you up," murmured the alpha, tossing the shirt to the ground.Good.Omegas didn't need shirts, anyway. Didn't need clothes, as far as Harley could see. They'd fought for the right to wear them ages ago, and that was fine. But if Harley was running the world, well. Bare-assed and pregnant wouldn't be so looked down on.And everyone knew they did it, too. It was a joke, but every omega Harley'd ever met did walk around their own dens bare-assed, as much as they could.The alpha on the curtain dropped his hands to the omega's pants, unbuttoning the with fast flicks of his wrists, unzipping them, shoving them off. So he agreed with Harley.The omega had such a juicy little ass, too, just about perfect. He was on the skinny side, but really- that was just an invitation to fatten him up, plump him out a bit. The alpha pulled the omega to him, harshly, and the omega stumbled, his legs tangled in his clothes and his boots.
"Off," demanded the alpha in a harsh growl, and Harley shifted in the chair, twisting just a little so that he could sit comfortably, propped up against the old wingback's arm.The omega scrambled to kick off the boots and shove his pants off, making Harley sneer a little at his eagerness to obey.He could barely see the little omega's cocklet, although, as the form shifted and twisted, it did peek out in relief from time to time, standing at attention.It wasn't Harley's usual thing- he preferred the titties to bitties, as they said- but, again, something about the shadowy forms, the soft sounds- he felt his own cock twitching to life. It wasn't his usual thing, but he couldn't deny that the omega was certainly showcasing the traditional ideal of an omega- trim and small, weak and needy."Sweet lil thing, honeybabe," crooned the alpha, and the omega swayed forward into another deep kiss. "Awww, you need it, don't you?" asked the alpha.Released from the mask of his clothing, the scent of omega arousal filled the small shed, and Harley found himself snarling again.It was obvious the omega was begging for it, probably already dripping slick."'m cold," whined the omega, pressing his body tight to the form of the alpha. "Please?"They all begged."Let me taste, first," the alpha drawled, teasing.Harley breathed shallowly, nodding once. Yeah, that's what he'd do, too, if- with an omega that smelled like that, already all wound up. Make 'em take more than they could handle, if he could. Wind 'em up, and up. Drive 'em crazy."Please," whimpered the omega."Say you want it," demanded the alpha, tugging at just the tip of that little cocklet, barely visible in the shadow. "C'mon, honbun. Tell me you want me to taste you.""Please," whispered the omega, ducking his little head."Ah, ah, ah, words, meggie," teased the alpha. "I ain't fucked you brainless yet.""Please, I want- taste me?" begged the omega shamelessly."Done," declared the alpha, and he manhandled the little omega to the ground, shoving his head down and lifting his hips into the most perfect presentation pose Harley'd ever personally witnessed.He caught himself with his lips pursed to let out a long, low, impressed whistle, and choked it, just in time.The omega whimpered as the alpha lewdly licked and lapped at his curved haunches, biting just a little at the meatiest parts.
Harley felt a low rumble of approval building deep in his chest as the omega began to visibly shake on his knees, spreading them further apart and curving his spine in supplication.Finally, when Harley himself felt like he couldn't take it anymore, the alpha ducked his head, growling just a little, and began to lap at the omega's slick-dripping hole. The slurping noises filled the small shed, and filled Harley's head, as well, muffling everything but the knowledge that it would taste so good.Anything that smelled that good, would taste like heaven.Salty and sweet and so musky- Harley's breath shattered and he realized his own hand had slid to cup his aching crotch and the hard length of his cock, pressing upward.He didn't really need to think about it as he undid the button to his pants, slowly and quietly unzipping, the sound inaudible under the growing whimpers and whines of the poor omega, shuddering and gasping on the white of the sheet."Beg," growled the alpha, his voice muffled by the omega's flesh, and the omega burst into chanting words, "please, please, I need- I want- please, oh, alpha, please, alpha, give me- please-"Harley's growl of satisfaction matched the other alpha's, if a little quieter, as his hand wrapped around his cock and began to tug, slow and soft."You want me," growled the alpha. It wasn't a question, not in the least, and that was right, Harley thought. That little omega would do just about anything for his alpha's cock at this point, Harley judged. There wasn't any doubt about that, from the way he was shuddering and pushing back into the man's face, hands wrapped around his head like his world was about to come down on top of him."You- you- you-" panted the omega."Good omega," praised the alpha, and Harley watched the thrill of that praise shock through the small body, making the little omega stiffen in shocked joy before squirming to show willing to receive more.They were all such eager little holes.Harley remembered not to groan as the alpha leaned back on his heels, wiping his mouth with a sigh of satisfaction. "Not so thirsty, now, thanks," the alpha teased.The omega whimpered, hips twisting as if trying to reach the alpha's cock, still tucked away in his pants."Aww, honbun," crooned the alpha, placing one gentle finger on against the omega's hole, the omega immediately attempting to impale himself on it, to Harley's delight. "Yeah, you need me bad, don't you, little one?""Please," gasped the omega. "Please, please, please.""Beg me to stuff you, maybe I will," said the alpha off-handedly, his other hand reaching out to slap at the omega's plump buttcheeks.Yeah, Harley loved that shit, too, loved watching the way it jiggled, all soft and smooth. "Stuff me," cried the omega. "Please, stuff me, please.""With what, honey?" teased the alpha.
Harley grinned, his lips pulling off his teeth as the pleasure surged in him, his hand working just a little bit faster, a little bit tighter."You- your cock, your- alpha, please," begged the omega desperately, his hips pushing back against that single finger."Oh, not this?" asked the alpha, as if surprised, slipping first one finger, and then two, inside the omega.
Harley stifled a snigger as the omega keened in disappointment."Your cock," spat the omega, although he shoved back beautifully on the fingers, rotating his hips in the most mesmerizing way."This cock?" asked the alpha, unzipping himself with a casual hand, cupping himself with a groan that was mirrored by the omega's low moan."Please, alpha, stuff me, your cock, please, please, alpha," begged the little shadow omega, thrusting back on the alpha's fingers."What'll you give me, if I do?" asked the alpha. "You won't give me pups, so what'll I get?""I'll suck you," offered the omega, and Harley gasped, shocked."Will you," demanded the alpha, his voice suddenly hard and cold.
"I will," promised the omega breathlessly. "I will, alpha, I- I'll suck you off, I will, I promise, just-"The alpha pulled his fingers out, lined up, and shoved himself inside faster than Harley would have thought possible. The omega keened, a low, primal cry, and the alpha reached forward, burying his hands in the little omega's hair, tugging the omega's head back. "Will you," he demanded harshly, fucking into the small frame as if he'd like to break it.Harley, his own hand pumping furiously, felt the a similar snarl on his own face. How dare the little thing promise such a nasty thing?The omega shuddered and shook, every thrust shaking his entire body, slowly jolting them both across the floor, the alpha snarling and pulling him back onto his cock until the omega gasped and cried out, loud and long, his whole body fighting through an orgasm.The alpha pulled out as the omega began to splutter, began to cough, and flipped the smaller body, straddling the omega immediately and forcing the omega up by his hair. "You promised," he demanded, and, as Harley watched, shocked, he shoved his cock into the omega's mouth.Harley gasped as the omega began to suckle, the sucking sound obscene and loud in the small shed.
"Jesus," gasped the alpha.
Harley agreed.Betas would do it, sometimes. You could get them to kind of try it, sometimes. They didn't mind it, anyway. They'd get you off any way you wanted to get off, mostly.But there wasn't anything in it for an omega. They were all so focused on stuffing their holes, they never- Harley didn't think he'd ever even- shit.The omega's jaw worked, the shadow on the curtain slightly distorted, making it seem stretched outside of all reality. Or maybe reality had stretched for this moment.It seemed possible.Harley realized he was hitting his crest moments before the alpha began to build his own low growl and bit his lip, riding the edge of his pleasure while staring wide-eyed at the silhouettes on the sheet.
"Shit, shit, shit, honey, I'm-" gasped the alpha and then- then-
The omega moaned.
That was it. Harley was gone, gasping as he spilled over his own fingers and the alpha behind the curtain groaned, long and low and satisfied.Harley panted quietly, shocked at the force of his orgasm.On the sheet, the alpha collapsed to cover the omega completely, lifting his head twice to kiss himself on the omega’s- Peter’s!- lips.Harley kinda wanted to kiss Peter, too, and that wasn’t anything he’d ever felt before.”Holy shit, honey,” mumbled Johnny, “never thought you’d ever burn up hotter’n me!”Peter barked a laugh and then murmured smugly, “Thought you’d like that.””Harley, you hear any of that? The little fuckin’ minx,” Johnny called.No point in pretending he hadn’t been caught up- they’d smell it on him in a minute, Harley realized. “Jesus, Peter,” he swore instead.”Stark’s a lucky man,” declared Johnny, huffing a laugh and kissing Peter again.”Can’t believe I’m gonna say this,” drawled Harley, aware his voice still sounded shocked and shaken, “but Peter, you- you wanna be playmates?”Peter and Johnny both burst into laughter. “You had your chance,” Johnny shot back, his voice full of good humor, his silhouette rolling over and dragging Peter on top of him. “Get you offa the cold floor,” he muttered under his breath.Peter dipped his head, still snorting giggles, and kissed the other alpha, a slow, sweet, grateful thing that made Harley roll his eyes again. “I mean it, Petey,” Harley promised loudly. “If you’re willing to suck, I’m ready, willing, and able to compromise on my standards.””Shut up, Harley,” laughed Peter into Johnny’s mouth.”Aww, c’mon, now, honey,” teased Johnny, his shadow hands lifting to cup Peter’s shadow-face tenderly. “He’s willing to compromise his lofty ideals for a shot at that sweet mouth. I can’t really blame him.””And you can shut up, too,” laughed Peter, dipping his head to kiss Johnny again, the kiss interrupted by snorts of laughter and peals of short laughter.”I’m serious,” protested Harley, grimacing at his gross hand and wiping it on the side of the chair, tucking himself back in and zipping up quickly.”That’s what makes it so funny,” laughed Peter, sitting back.”Well, just think about it,” urged Harley, standing up. “I’m not- y’all can fuck, that ain’t- I mean I’ll fuck you if you need it, but-“Johnny burst out laughing as Harley peeked around the sheet-curtain at the two of them. “Shut up, Harley,” he said fondly. “The only one allowed to fuck my sweet honeybun is Stark, whenever he gets around to popping the knot.”Harley sighed in disappointment.”But you can suck off whoever you want,” continued Johnny in an encouraging voice, tracing Peter’s cheek with a gentle touch of fingertips to the delicate skin at temple and jaw. “Omega Rights.””Omega Rights,” repeated Peter solemnly, before bursting into laughter again, collapsing on top of Harley’s chest.”Yeah, yeah! Omega Rights, whatever! Whatever gets my dick sucked, hallelujah,” agreed Harley, nodding as he walked into their half of the shed and dropped down beside them.They both burst out laughing again, shaking their heads in disbelief.”What?” demanded Harley. “I know y’all can go again. So can I! So let’s go, already.”Peter rolled his head on Johnny’s chest, laughing so hard he was struggling to breathe. “Harley, you’re a real pal,” Johnny declared, laughing as he pushed Peter back up to a seated position on Johnny’s chest. “Well, honbun, you up for it?” he teased Peter, his eyes full of such tenderness Harley had to roll his own.”Warm me up first,” gasped Peter. “It’s cold in here again.””You heard him, matchstick,” ordered Harley impatiently, tugging Peter off of the other alpha to give Johnny room to stand up. “Light ‘er up! He’s gettin’ cold.”They laughed again, but Harley didn’t mind. It made the stone shed seem that much more like a secret little den, just for the three of them. A little play house for a little playmating. Like Johnny’d said earlier. Perfect. Perfect in every way.