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Kuroo paces back and forth in front of the couch uttering quiet words. He gently rocks the small pup in his arms who refuses to go to sleep. She makes far more noise than you’d think someone so small could be capable of.
“Hush, little girl,” he coos.
Kimika stares up at him with her big golden eyes.
“Get some sleep, pup.” He kisses the top of her head where her once wispy hair has grown thick.
She gurgles then settles, resting her cheek against his chest.
“That’s it. Mama needs his sleep too.”
Behind the drawn curtains it’s pitch black. The world sleeps, but Kuroo and his pup do not.
She awoke them both an hour ago with distraught cries. Kenma nursed her in their nest, drifting in and out of sleep. Kuroo released his scent and rubbed her back as she fed, hoping it would calm her. But even on a full belly she wailed, so Kuroo took over to let his tired omega rest. He brought Kimika out into the main room and held her against his bare chest while he gently rocked and hushed her. She’s only just calmed down.
Kimika’s eyes flutter before finally slipping shut. Kuroo smiles and brings her back to their room.
“Let’s get you back in bed.”
He lowers her into her crib and pulls a blanket over her to cover her kitten–print romper. He watches her sleep soundly before he returns to bed and huddles up at his omega’s side.
Kenma’s body has kept their nest warm. As he settles and flicks off the bedside lamp, a warmth presses against his side. Lips find their way to the crook of his neck and a hand slips across his stomach to his waist.
“You should be asleep.” Kuroo wraps his arm around Kenma and lets out a pleasant sigh. His omega’s scent wraps around him and lulls him into a relaxed headspace. Now that he’s back in their nest, he feels awfully tired.
Kenma hums and continues to kiss his throat. “Thank you for taking care of her.”
“Of course, kitten.” Kuroo rubs Kenma’s side and keeps his voice hushed so he won’t wake Kimika. “You need rest.”
Kenma presses his lips more firmly to Kuroo’s throat and licks over his gland. “Alpha,” he purrs and plasters himself at Kuroo’s side with his leg hitched over his thighs.
Kenma’s bump has gone and Kuroo misses the feel of it against him, but he loves the soft tummy it’s left behind. He could sink his teeth into it over and over, lavish Kenma’s squishy thighs and his beautiful tit*.
Kenma bites his gland and trails his hand over the front of Kuroo’s underwear. Kuroo has to stifle a groan. But that’s hard when Kenma keeps pawing at his co*ck, trying to coax it into hardness.
“Alpha.” He whines for Kuroo this time, quiet but desperate, and shakes his hips, grinding right against his thigh. He’s wet, soaking through his panties and Kuroo’s underwear now too. “Knot me.”
“Kenma,” Kuroo sighs.
“Please, alpha.” Kenma begs for him again and squeezes his swelling co*ck through his underwear. “Let me treat you. You deserve it.”
“Kenma, darling, we can’t.” As much as he wants to, he and Kenma have agreed they won’t have penetrative sex until Kenma’s first post–pup heat. It’s to help his body recover and to make sure it's absolutely ready to receive a knot again. That doesn’t stop Kenma from begging him for it when he gets like this.
“It’s been too long since I’ve had your knot, Kuro.” Kenma mouths at his gland and slips his hand beneath the hem of Kuroo’s underwear. “It’s been two whole months.”
Kenma’s warm, delicate hand wraps around him and gives an eager stroke. Kuroo hisses between his teeth and forces his hips down to the mattress so he won’t give away how eager he is to be inside his omega. Of course he’d love to f*ck and knot Kenma, but he won’t, he can restrain himself for Kenma’s sake, even if he likes to make that difficult for him.
“I know, kitten,” he murmurs. “But you don’t need my knot.” There are plenty of other ways he’s been supplementing Kenma’s libido. “I thought you liked my mouth.”
Kenma whines, like what Kuroo said is totally unfair. “I do, but your knot…” He squeezes around the base of Kuroo’s co*ck like he’s trying to draw his knot out of him. There’s only so long Kuroo can hold back, only so long he can stave off the swell of his knot, only so long until Kenma climbs into his lap and tries to ride his co*ck.
So he slips beneath the covers to settlebetween Kenma’s spread thighs to eat his sopping puss*. Kenma stifles every noise into a pillow and fists Kuroo’s hair to tug him deeper.
After that, Kenma sleeps soundly the rest of the night. Even Kimika’s cries at eight in the morning don’t wake him. Kuroo adorns the baby sling and wanders out to the kitchen with her cradled comfortably against his chest. Now she’s close to her papa, breathing in his scent and listening to his steady heartbeat, she’s much calmer. Singing a gentle lullaby to her, one he’s heard Kenma sing to her when he puts her to bed, sends her right to sleep. She rests while Kuroo cooks breakfast for himself and Kenma. The fragrant wafts must rouse his omega, because he soon joins them in the kitchen, the promise of food too tempting for his hungry belly.
He hugs Kuroo from behind and nuzzles between his shoulder blades with a sleepy hum.
“Ready for some breakfast, mama?” Kuroo opens out his arm so Kenma can tuck himself against his side.
Kenma nods and leans in to kiss the top of Kimika’s head. “Is she being good?”
“An angel,” Kuroo smiles. “She fell back to sleep soon after I got her in the sling.”
“I’ll feed her before we eat.”
Kuroo pauses breakfast to get Kimika out of the sling and settle her in Kenma’s arms. She’s half–awake, drowsy and comfortable in her mother’s hold. Kenma takes her to the couch, where he gets comfortable amongst the blankets and clothes.
“Are you hungry, little one? Want some breakfast?” He tugs up the hem of his sweater and raises it over his chest.
Kuroo can’t stop himself from catching a glimpse. His eyes shift from the pan on the stove, to the couch and lock in on Kenma’s heavy chest, swollen with milk. Kimika latches onto one of his puffy nipples and happily feeds. There’s no sight more endearing. Kenma is just as content as their pup. His body unwinds and he relaxes into the soft couch cushions with a long sigh. When Kimika feeds, it’s like every ounce of stress leaves his body. He feels connected, bonded to their pup, and loves the closeness. It never fails to settle his omega.
He coos at her while she feeds and smiles when she wraps her tiny fist around his finger. “That’s it, sweetheart. Who’s mama’s good girl?”
Kuroo smiles to himself while plating up their breakfast and brings it over once ready. Sitting beside them makes him just as relaxed. They ooze comfort, soft, happy scents filling the space. He feeds Kenma a few bites of his breakfast between his coos. He has to make sure both of them are well fed.
“Keiji messaged me,” Kenma says around a mouthful of food. “He and Bo have just got up. They should be with us by ten.”
“Coupled life is treating them well,” Kuroo muses.
“There’s barely a night they spend apart.” Kenma smiles.
They glance at each other and grin. Not long after Kimika’s birth, Bokuto finally asked Keiji to be his boyfriend. The two have been extra cute and even more coupley than before, and spend most nights at one of their apartments. Kuroo doesn’t think it’ll be long until they move in together.
Once Kimika is done feeding Kenma puts her down for a nap and they clean up the apartment. Bokuto and Keiji won’t care what state it’s in. Even if they didn’t have a 2–month old pup to look after they wouldn’t care, but they want to make it look at least a little presentable. Kenma rearranges his couch nest to make it a little neater and includes one of Kimika’s little hats in there; he loves to smell the top of her head, and the hat has the hint of that new–born pup scent still on it. He curls up in it once it’s done and Kuroo soon joins him after the kitchen countertops are clean.
“Hey, beautiful.” He lies between Kenma’s spread legs and rests his cheek on his stomach.
Kenma plays with strands of his hair, fiddling and twirling them between his fingers. Kuroo hums and shifts so his chin rests on Kenma’s stomach and he can look up into his eyes. Though, something else catches his attention. Two dark patches have leaked through Kenma’s t–shirt and bow he can’t stop staring.
“Ah sh*t,” Kenma mutters. “I need to go and change.” He shifts beneath him, but Kuroo’s weight keeps him stuck.
“I think it's a good look.” A grin curls on Kuroo’s lips and Kenma rolls his eyes.
“Of course you would.” Kenma sighs and tugs the wet fabric away from his chest. “This keeps happening.”
“Little girl’s appetite isn’t big enough.” Kuroo fiddles with the hem of Kenma’s t–shirt and peers up at him with a hungry look in his eyes. “Mine is.”
Kenma doesn’t say anything for a minute. His fingers still, one wound around a strand of his hair. Then he peers down at Kuroo with a contemplative look. His mouth opens and closes then opens again, and his lashes flutter.
“Kuro?” he finally says, voice so breathy it almost comes as a whisper.
Kuroo cups his hands beneath Kenma’s swollen tit* and gently squeezes. “Kenma.”
There’s a glassy look in his omega’s eyes as he tentatively asks, “do you want to…?” His gaze shifts away and pink rises on his cheeks. He can’t get the rest of his words out but Kuroo knows exactly what he wants when he slowly raises his t–shirt up to expose his leaking nipples.
Kuroo thinks he might pass out. How can Kenma be so shy yet so seductive?
Kuroo swallows the saliva pooling on his tongue. “More than anything.” He rubs his thumb over one of the sensitive buds. It’s wet to the touch and glistens prettily. “Can I?”
Kenma nods, though he still doesn’t meet his eye. How long has it been since he’s seen Kenma look so coy? He grins as he massages his chest. Small whimpers flit from Kenma’s lips. He’s sensitive here, his tit* sore and nipples hard. Kuroo can’t keep his mouth off them any longer.
“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to get my mouth on you.” He squeezes again and Kenma gasps when a milky bead drips onto his chest. Kuroo leans in and keeps his gaze locked with Kenma’s as he swipes it up with the flat of his tongue. “How much I’ve wanted to taste you.” He kisses the wet patch of skin and Kenma shivers.
“Kuro, please.” Kenma’s breaths are trembling, desperate. He tugs Kuroo’s hair hard enough to sting as he urgently guides him to where he wants him most.
“Are you sure you want this, kitten?” Kuroo asks. He loves to tease, loves to hear Kenma begging and needy for him.
“f*ck, please. I need it. Please, please, please, please.” His pleas dissolve into whimpers and his fingers lace through the hair above Kuroo’s nape to draw him closer.
Lips press to heated skin and Kenma raises his t–shirt higher, pushes his chest out enticingly. The sight is beautiful, as is his milky scent. Together they lure Kuroo in, and he wraps his lips around a sensitive nipple. He swipes his tongue across it and when he sucks, Kenma’s back arches beneath him, a whine on his lips. Creamy milk washes across his tongue and a low hum rolls in the back of Kuroo’s throat. It’s divine, so sweet and smooth. How has he not given in and begged Kenma to let him have a taste sooner? He was trying to be considerate, and not mess with Kenma’s already oversensitive body, so he’s stayed away from his chest aside from the occasional massage when they’re particularly sore. But now he’s had a taste, he doesn’t know if he’ll be able to stop.
He squeezes and sucks, grazes his teeth to Kenma’s nipple, purring every time milk flows across his tongue. The hand in his hair loosens to pet with soft touches. It lulls Kuroo; he’s never felt so calm yet so horny. Kenma’s breathy gasps and sweet mewls are a beautiful melody; they enchant him every time. He’ll do anything to hear more.
He pinches the other nipple between his fingers and small droplets drip down his hand; he’ll lap them up later. For now, he suckles harder, until Kenma is trembling beneath him. His chest rises with every laboured breath and his hips soon rise as well, away from the nest to press against Kuroo’s stomach. He wraps his legs tightly around him, holding Kuroo close so he can grind against him. His movements are desperate, almost frantic, and Kuroo has to pull away to calm him. He presses kisses across his chest and up to his lips. The first kiss is gentle to soothe him, to ease him back to the nest and have him pliant. Then their tongues meet. Kenma’s breath stutters and the grip he has on Kuroo’s hair tightens. He pulls him in and their lips crash in a searing kiss. His tongue pushes inside his mouth and licks every inch it can reach. At first each caress is eager, but they soon turn demanding. It’s like he’s trying to sear the taste of him onto his tongue, into his memory. Then Kuroo realises why; Kenma can taste himself on his tongue and it’s driving him wild.
Kuroo pulls back— he needs to breathe— but Kenma drags him back in, ravenous in the way he kisses him. It’s all tongues and teeth. Assertive nips to his lower lip tell him not to stop. What sort of alpha would he be to ignore the call of his omega?
“More.” Kenma rakes his fingers up his back and Kuroo wishes his t–shirt isn’t in the way so he could feel the bite of his nails and be marked with red scratches.
“You like the taste of yourself on my tongue that much?” Kuroo’s voice comes raspy against his lips. All Kenma can manage in reply is a pleading whine.
Kuroo presses his tongue deeper— just as his omega demands— and slides a hand up the inside of Kenma’s thigh, beneath the leg of his shorts. His fingers linger. He loves nothing more than having Kenma’s thighs wrapped around his head, pressing against his ears, locking him in place while he pleasures him like he deserves. He squeezes before he continues up. Kenma’s hips stutter when he drags his fingers across the front of his panties. They’re damp and sticky with sweet, intoxicating slick.
Their lips part as Kuroo rubs his fingers across his cl*t. Kenma tosses his head back and subdues a moan through bitten lips. Kuroo’s mouth isn’t done, it never is when he has his omega coiled and desperate to release. He returns to Kenma’s chest and takes the other nipple in his mouth, the one he’s been teasing and coaxing milk from with his fingers. Now he squeezes his swollen tit, sucks on his puffy nipple, and is rewarded with the flow of milk. Pleased hums pass his lips and he sucks harder, ruts his hips a little as he does. He’s hard and leaking in his pants, and has been since the first pearlescent bead dripped from Kenma’s nipple. He could probably cum just from sucking on his omega’s milky tit*, but humping the couch cushions to ease himself along won’t hurt. Kenma could cum just from his nipples too, but Kuroo still sneaks his hand beneath the leg of his panties and presses his fingers to his cl*t. With a choked moan, Kenma pushes into his touch.
He shoves the hem of his t–shirt into his mouth to hush his growing moans. Kuroo rubs his cl*t with quick movements, working him up so he can watch him fall apart at his hands and mouth.
“Good omega.” He bites Kenma’s chest to leave his mark, and returns to his sensitive nub.
“Kuro.” Kenma melts beneath him, tugs at his hair and scratches at his alpha’s nape. It makes Kuroo shiver. He grinds his hips a little quicker, pressing firmly into the cushions as his knot swells. “More.”
Kuroo gives it to him, he always will. Whenever his omega asks for more, he’s there to deliver. He rubs his cl*t faster and Kenma keens. He sucks a little harsher, using his teeth and tongue; he yearns to suck on his cl*t as well, but he already has Kenma so close.
He presses his thumb harshly to Kenma’s cl*t and kisses him again while he still has milk pooled on his tongue. Kenma’s body goes rigid beneath him and his hips rise from the nest as he c*ms. He sucks on Kuroo’s tongue, desperate for every last remnant of milk, and muffles his moans into his mouth.
The kiss turns soft and he’s soon mewling in Kuroo’s hold. He trembles, breathless beneath him. Kuroo eases his fingers out of his panties, soaked through with his release. He sucks his fingers clean– every flavour of Kenma is his favourite– and buries his face between Kenma’s tit*, nips and sucks soft skin to leave his marks, and ruts his hips with fervour.
His knot is hot, swollen, so ready to pop and release– he doesn’t even care about the mess he’ll make in his pants– when his phone vibrates in his pocket over and over.
“f*ck.” His voice is muffled by Kenma’s heated skin.
“Is that..?” Kenma murmurs. He still sounds completely out of it.
“That’ll be Bo.” Kuroo begrudgingly moves from between Kenma’s legs, his co*ck still achingly hard, and pulls his phone from his pocket. There Bokuto’s caller ID is. He takes a deep breath before he answers. “Hi, Bo.”
“Hi! We’re downstairs.” Bokuto’s as chipper as ever. It’s not his fault, he’s not to know how monumentally he just blue–balled his best friend.
“I’ll be right down.” Kuroo ends the call and glances at Kenma who wears an amused little smile.
“You’re not going to be able to hide that.” His eyes dart down to the front of Kuroo’s sweats where he’s pitching a tent.
Kuroo groans. “We don’t have time to hide the scent either.” Arousal hangs heavy in the air and clings to the fabrics on the couch.
Kenma shrugs. “They’ll just have to deal with it.”
That’s true. If those two defiled his sheets, they can deal with knowing what he and Kenma did on the very couch they’re sitting on.
“I’ll go and let them in.” It’ll give Kenma time to go and get changed out of his dirty clothes. Kuroo leans down to kiss him again, so much softer this time.
As he readies to head downstairs, Kenma drags his t–shirt over his head and shimmies down his shorts and panties. It’s so tempting to follow after him to their bedroom, but Kuroo resists.
Out in the corridor, where the stench of slick, milk, and arousal doesn’t clog up his senses, Kuroo gains back some semblance of control over his body. His erection wanes, though it's still half hard. At the front entrance, Bokuto greets him with a beaming smile. He hugs Kuroo and skirts around him to go bounding up the stairs. He either doesn’t notice the scent on him or doesn’t care enough to comment and tease. There’s something, or someone, far more important that he must get to.
“He’s excited to see Kimika.” Keiji watches until Bokuto disappears out of sight. He has a fond smile on his face all the while. “He loves your pup.” His gaze shifts to Kuroo and he raises his eyebrows at him. “Did we interrupt something?”
Keiji is ever the observant one. Nothing slips by him, certainly not the unmistakable stench of sex.
“We’d just finished.” Kuroo lies through his teeth because their friends don’t need to know.
Keiji glances down and his eyes dart back up. “Sure.” He smirks and sidles past Kuroo to follow his boyfriend upstairs.
A heavy sigh leaves Kuroo’s lips and he follows Keiji up the stairs to their apartment. Kenma has already let Bokuto in and they sit on the couch beside each other, Kenma in a clean set of clothes. Bokuto is somehow blissfully unaware of the scents around him– unlike Keiji, whose nose scrunches before he makes a beeline for the armchair which is free of slick and sex– and chats happily to Kenma who looks much calmer now that his tit* have been emptied and he’s had a toe–curling org*sm drawn from him. Kuroo is happy if his omega is happy, even if his co*ck protests a little. It gives a small twitch when he sits down at Kenma’s other side. His omega still smells so good and it doesn’t help that hints of his sweet milk remain embedded in the blankets. Kuroo was careful to catch every last drop with his tongue, but evidently he missed some. Such a shame.
“You smell so good, Kenken.” Bokuto leans in close and takes a whiff.
Kenma doesn’t mind him being so close. Both he and Keiji scent Kenma whenever they’re over, but the memory of Kuroo with his lips latched around his nipple must still be fresh in his mind, because he blushes.
“He was just feeding Kimika before you got here,” Kuroo said. “There’s always such a nice scent when he does.” He rubs his hand along the inside of Kenma’s thigh and gives him a smile.
Kenma’s body unwinds beside him and he nuzzles his shoulder in thanks for covering for them both.
“Where is your little girl?” Bokuto sits forward, excitement clear in his eyes.
Kuroo almost feels bad telling him. “We put her down for a nap just before you got here.”
Bokuto’s face falls and he slumps back into the couch.
Kenma chuckles and pats his arm. “As soon as she wakes up you can hold her.”
He ambles to the kitchen to make them all some drinks and Keiji follows to lend a hand. The two omegas work diligently side by side, sidling past each other with practised ease. Whenever Keiji passes by Kenma’s back, he nudges his nose to his nape and scents him. Bokuto does the same whenever he’s close to Kenma. They’re both protective of him and like to leave their scents so Kimika will grow used to them and find comfort there.
“So, what were you two really up to before we got here?”
Kuroo jolts at the low voice tickling his ear. He takes a heavy breath and glances at Bokuto with his brow quirked. “What?”
“Dude, I know this isn’t just the scent of Kenma feeding, nice try though.” Bokuto looks smug that he’s figured them out.
Kuroo’s gaze flicks to the kitchen where both omegas are still busy, then returns to Bokuto. “Fine,” he sighs, “Kenma’s been leaking through his shirts.”
“Leaking?” Bokuto keeps his voice hushed, a feat Kuroo didn’t think him capable of.
“Milk,” Kuroo says. Bokuto’s eyes widen and he leans in even closer, even more eager to hear what he has to say. “He…” Kuroo chooses his words carefully, “let me have some.”
Many emotions flash in Bokuto’s eyes. He’s always worn his thoughts on his face. “Was it good?” he asks.
Kuroo laughs and shoves him lightly. “Of course.” As if the taste of his omega would be anything less than perfection. “Sorry about the scent, we both got pretty riled up.”
“I would’ve been more surprised if you didn’t,” Bokuto grins. “If I got to drink Keiji’s milk I’d pop my knot the moment it touched my tongue.”
Kuroo snorts. He hadn’t been quite that bad, though part of him wishes he had, that way he wouldn’t still be aching in his pants.
“Bo, do you want milk in your tea?” Kenma asks from the kitchen.
Colour rises on Bokuto’s face and he sputters out a quick, “please.”
Kuroo snorts again and Bokuto shoves his arm. He takes the cup of tea from Kenma with a smile, but his cheeks are still red. Kenma settles between them with his own cup of herbal tea and snuggles close to Kuroo’s side.
They listen to Keiji vent about work and how much pressure he’s under. It’s good for him to let it all out. Kuroo can tell how exhausted he is from the dark circles beneath his eyes. He only wishes he could promise a good night's rest while they stay over at theirs, but with Kimika, that will likely not be the case. Keiji doesn’t seem to mind that though. He simply smiles and shrugs.
“Sleepless nights are worth it for her, I’m sure.”
Kuroo nods. “So worth it.”
It isn’t long before her cries break the calmness. Kenma goes to get her and returns with her in his arms, smiling warmly down at her. She kicks out her legs and gurgles while staring up at her mama. Bokuto coos at her and tries his hardest to subdue his excitement when Kenma settles her in his arms.
“She’s bigger every time we see her,” he says, marvelling at how much she’s grown since they were last here. “Mama’s feeding you well.”
He tickles her stomach and she gurgles with a small smile. She’s always a little ray of sunshine when she’s in Bokuto’s arms.
“You’re so good with her,” Kenma says. He watches them fondly, as does Keiji.
“That’s easy when she’s such a little angel.” Bokuto beams down at her.
“You won’t be saying that tonight,” Kenma chuckles.
This is the first time the two are staying over since Kimika’s birth. Kenma had already warned them she’d wake them in the night. Both had said they didn’t mind and were eager to help out if Kenma and Kuroo were feeling tired. They were too good to them, always so supportive.
As much as they loved their pup with their whole hearts, they enjoyed some rest too, especially Kenma. With their friends here to help, he may get the much needed rest he’s been craving.
✤
It’s been a couple of hours since Kenma started his stream. Kuroo and Bokuto have been preparing dinner ready for when he takes his break. Usually Kuroo would have Kimika strapped to his chest in the sling, but Keiji takes up the role of watching her while both alphas are busy.
He’s knelt on the floor, cooing over Kimika who lies quite happily on her back on her colourful playmat. It’s soft and cosy, and the vibrant stuffed fish, seahorses, and dolphins dangling above her keep her occupied. Keiji messes with her little onesie–clad feet and smiles at the pup’s unintelligible garbles.
Kuroo has to nudge Bokuto when he smells burning from the pan.
“Bo, concentrate.” He smiles, because as long as Bokuto doesn’t burn down their kitchen, there's no harm done. He can understand why he can’t stop staring, why he’s so infatuated. He was the same, and often still is, when he sees Kenma with their pup.
“Sorry. Keiji just looks so sweet with her.” Bokuto peeks another glimpse at his boyfriend before he returns his attention to the pan.
“Does he want pups?” Kuroo knows how jaded about alphas Keiji was when they first met, so he wonders whether those thoughts extended to having pups as well.
Bokuto shrugs. “We’ve not had that conversation yet, it’s a little early in the relationship I think. Not that it would change anything if he didn’t want pups, he’s still the love of my life, pups or no.”
Kuroo smiles. He hadn’t expected any other answer from Bokuto.
His smile seems unfading today. Each moment is more endearing than the last. He and Bokuto finish off dinner, the broth piping hot and meat tender. It will fill both omegas' bellies and keep them warm. Keiji’s nose is already twitching. He raises Kimika into his arms and supports her head against his chest. He gives a slightly disgruntled look when she starts trying to feed from him.
“I’m not mama,” he murmurs to her, hoping neither alpha has spotted or heard him. Both had.
“She’s comfortable with you, Keiji, she recognises your omega scent. She’s just trying her luck,” Kuroo chuckles. “Pups are all ingrained with that pack mentality. To them, any omega in their pack can feed them, not just mama.” He strokes Kimika’s soft hair and smiles at Keiji who still looks a little coy.
“A pack huh?” Keiji smiles as he glances down at Kimika who’s still persistently trying to feed. “I suppose we are like one in a way.” He jogs Kimika in his arms to get her to settle and nuzzles the top of her head. “I’m sorry, pup, but I don’t have any milk for you.”
Kuroo thinks he hears Bokuto’s brain short–circuiting behind him.
They lay the table in relative silence. Bokuto is too focused trying to get his mind under control, and Keiji is speaking in soft, hushed words as he settles Kimika in her bouncy chair that sits close by the table. He straps her in snuggly and she blows a little spit bubble. Keiji pushes on the back of the chair and it gently bounces, lulling Kimika to settle and shut her tired eyes.
In the moment of quiet the tiny pup allows them, they enjoy their meal, slurping up warm broth and noodles. Bokuto’s already cleaned his off, and Kuroo and Keiji are halfway through theirs when the door to Kenma’s streaming room cracks open. Kenma hobbles out with his shoulders slouched, the bags beneath his eyes even more prominent.
Kuroo opens out his arm to him and Kenma settles at his side, rests his chin atop his head, and lets out a long sigh.
“Break time?” Kuroo asks.
Kenma shakes his head. “I’ve ended the stream early. I’m so tired.”
Kuroo squeezes his waist and says softly, “dinners ready and waiting for you. Take a nap after, yeah? I’ll watch the little one.”
Kenma hugs him just that bit tighter before he draws back and takes a seat beside him. He eats slowly at first, but as he gains back some energy, he guzzles down his meal like the rest of them had. Once finished, he sits back in his chair with his hands resting on his full belly. He glances across the table at Keiji.
“Keiji, come nap with me.”
Kuroo holds back a chuckle. He doesn’t even frame it as a question, but he says it too softly to be demanding. He must already know Keiji’s answer would be ’yes’. They must’ve used to nap together a lot, maybe back in university, or even just before Kuroo entered Kenma’s life. Keiji nods, though he does glance at Kuroo, as if asking his permission. Kuroo smiles and nods. He’ll never stop Kenma from being at his most comfortable, and if he wants Keiji in his nest to curl up to, then he’ll get it.
The two omegas leave hand in hand with Kenma leading the way. He’ll be happy to have his best friend’s scent spread through their nest, Kuroo won’t mind it either. Bokuto looks back and watches them go with a pout.
“I want to nap in your nest.”
Kuroo snorts and nudges his friend’s leg with his foot beneath the table. “Next time, hm? We get to look after Kimika.”
Bokuto perks up, his eyes instantly on the sleeping pup. There’s peace and quiet now but she’ll soon get restless.
“When she wakes up, do you want to use the sling?”
Bokuto’s eyes sparkle like the most brilliant topaz. “Can I?”
✤
Kimika, sometimes, really does sleep just like her mama. It’s another hour before she awakes, midway through the volleyball game they’re catching up on. She gurgles softly and Kuroo quickly adorns Bokuto with the sling, goes to get her before she starts crying. With how tired Kenma was, he doubts anything would wake him, but just in case.
“Good girl, sweetheart,” Kuroo coos when she settles down in his arms.
He carries her to Bokuto and gets her comfortable in the sling. Her head rests against Bokuto’s chest, and Kuroo leans down to kiss the dark swirls of hair.
“What a good papa,” Bokuto grins.
Even though he doesn’t have to, Bokuto supports her with his arm. There’s an adoring look in his eyes as he watches her. It doesn’t take long for her to settle against his chest. She’s used to his scent, comfortable with it, and soon drifts off again.
Bokuto’s eyes are still bright, maybe even more so. He wanders around with her, talks to her softly, and hums gentle tunes. Kuroo watches, he’s sure, with just as much adoration. If Keiji was awake to see him now he may be just as flustered as Bokuto was earlier. He looks adorable with such a small pup cradled against him. The thought that Bokuto would make such a wonderful dad passes his mind, how well he’d take to it, how eager he’d be. How much they’d both grown.
“I still can’t believe you’ve got a pup,” Bokuto says, though his eyes remain on Kimika. He seems to share Kuroo’s sentiment. It feels like just yesterday they were in high school, and now look at them, future mates at their sides and one of them with a pup.
“Neither can I.” The words come softly. “I’m so lucky.”
Bokuto smiles at him and wanders a bit more. Kimika wakes up at some point but doesn’t make a sound. She’s content against Bokuto’s chest.
“What an angel.” He strokes up and down her back through the sling.
“She likes to listen to your heartbeat. It tends to keep her happy.” It was the same when Kuroo held her to his chest, and when Kenma did it too.
Bokuto’s in his element. While he bonds with Kimika, Kuroo sets up futons for him and Keiji in Kenma’s streaming room for when they’re ready to get some sleep– or more sleep in Keiji’s case. It’s a shame they can’t all share one nest, but the bed isn’t big enough for the four of them.
They both settle down on the couch with Kimika asleep against Bokuto’s chest. She’s been suspiciously quiet all evening and it isn’t long before her wails fill the room. No matter what Bokuto tries she won’t calm and he looks frantically at Kuroo as if he’s done something wrong. Kuroo is quick to reassure him.
“She must be hungry.”
Bokuto’s expression relaxes, then he looks contemplative. “But… Kenma’s sleeping.” He’s known Kenma long enough now to know that the omega isn’t to be disturbed when he’s sleeping. There’s only very few cases where he’ll allow it.
“It’s okay to wake him up if it’s for our little girl.”
Kuroo ushers him to his feet and into the bedroom. There they find Kenma and Keiji curled up together, a tangle of limbs beneath blankets and neatly arranged clothes. They’re soundly asleep, and Kuroo hates to wake Kenma up when he looks so snug, but Kimika won’t calm and he unfortunately can’t provide what she wants.
He perches on the edge of the bed beside Kenma and runs his hand through his omega’s hair. Kenma stirs a little, shifts his face and buries his nose deeper to the juncture of Keiji’s neck.
“Kenma.” Kuroo keeps his voice quiet to slowly rouse his omega. He rubs his fingers to his scalp, smiles at the soft purrs he lets out in return, and slowly, urged on by Kimika's cries, Kenma awakes.
He blinks his eyes in the dim light of the room, peers from a still sleeping Keiji up to Kuroo, then across to Bokuto. He smiles when his eyes land on him. He must find the sight of Bokuto wearing the sling to be endearing too.
“Is she hungry?” There’s a rasp to his voice, but he still sounds sweet.
“She wants her mama,” Bokuto smiles. He carefully lifts her from the sling, as gentle with her as always, and settles her in Kenma’s arms.
“Hi, little girl,” Kenma coos. “Are you hungry?”
He raises the hem of his sweater and Bokuto’s cheeks burn red. His eyes dart away but Kenma’s amused giggles draw him back.
“It’s okay, Bo, you can look.”
He raises his sweater a bit higher so Kimika has full access, and she quietens the moment she realises she’s getting fed. She latches on to Kenma’s nipple and suckles. Kenma sighs pleasantly, leans back into the cushions to get comfortable, and lets her nurse. It’s as fulfilling to watch as it always is, mother and pup bonding, and now Bokuto gets to share in that. Kuroo drops a kiss to Kenma’s nape and strokes Kimika’s head while she feeds. Bokuto settles in the nest too, near Kenma’s feet, and Kenma nudges one to his thighs, offers him a sweet smile.
“Have you three had a nice night?” he asks.
Kuroo, still slightly distracted with peppering kisses across Kenma’s neck, answers, “Bokuto’s been carrying her around in the sling.”
Kenma cradles her head and brushes his thumb across her delicate cheek. “That must’ve been fun, hm sweetheart?”
“I had fun.” Bokuto’s smile is radiant. “It was nice to have her so calm around me.”
“She loves you, trusts you.” Kenma’s gaze is soft and Bokuto becomes teary.
“Kenma,” he whines, “you’ll make me cry. Keiji, tell him to stop.”
But Keiji, somehow, has slept through everything, completely unaware he and Kenma have been joined by three extras in the nest.
“Work’s really taken it out of him,” Bokuto says, far more hushed now, even though his earlier loudness hadn’t woken him. “I’m happy he can get some rest.” He rises to his feet and moves to Keiji’s side, is careful when he rolls him over so he can lift him in his arms. “I’ll take him to bed. You should get some rest as well and let me know if you need any help with her during the night.”
“Thanks, Bo.” Kuroo really is grateful to both of them.
Keiji is limp in Bokuto’s arms– even all that moving hadn’t stirred him– but Bokuto cradles him snuggly, keeps his head resting to his shoulder, a firm grip around his back and beneath his knees. They disappear out of the room and the door to the room beside them clicks softly closed. A comfortable silence settles– apart from the soft sucks from Kimika– and the pair lean into each other.
“She’s hungry.” Kuroo strokes the velvety strands of her hair and smiles when her eyes flicker up to them. She looks so much like her mama.
“She’s had an exciting day,” Kenma hums. “Lots of smells for her little nose.”
She feeds for a little longer. In the meantime, Kuroo undresses himself and gets ready for bed. It’s not particularly late, but with Bokuto and Keiji heading to bed, and a potentially restless night ahead, he doesn’t mind. Hopefully he may actually get eight hours of sleep tonight.
He takes Kimika when she’s full, so Kenma can get ready for bed as well, puts her in her cot, then joins his omega in their nest. Kenma’s already bundled up beneath the covers in his sleep shorts and t–shirt. Kuroo snuggles in beside him– wraps an arm around him from behind to pull their bodies flush– in just his boxer–briefs.
Aside from their gentle breaths the room is quiet. Kuroo flicks off the bedside lamp and settles back into position, the familiar rise and fall of Kenma’s breathing like a lullaby. His eyes drift shut and he presses a kiss to Kenma’s nape just before he thinks the pulls of sleep will claim him. A gentle touch against his arm stirs him before it can. Fingers trail up and down, feather–light in a way that almost tickles. He kisses Kenma’s nape again and his touch becomes a little firmer.
“Kuro… Tetsurou.”
Kuroo’s lips halt in place where they’re pressed to the flush skin of his nape. He hums and dips his hand beneath Kenma’s t–shirt, splays his hand across his stomach.
When Kenma doesn't say anything else, he asks, “what is it, Kenma?”
Kenma shuffles just that bit closer to him, his back plastered to Kuroo’s chest. He gulps, stills the gentle stroke of his fingers, and glances back at him.
“I’m ready.”
Kuroo’s mind falters like it’s tripping over itself. Ready?
“I’m ready to become yours, fully. I’m ready for you to claim me, to leave your mark.”
Kuroo is the one that gulps this time.
“During my first post–pup heat. If… if you still want to.”
How could he possibly not want to? He’s been waiting for this day, patiently but also impatiently. He’d give Kenma as long as he wants to feel ready, but he also wants to feel more than just his lips against his nape.
“Of course I want to!”
Kenma hushes him and giggles. Kuroo calms his voice and unsteady breathing.
“It would be the greatest honour to leave my mark on you. I’d be the luckiest alpha to get to call you my omega.”
Kenma rolls over in his hold so they face each other. Kuroo’s eyes have adjusted to the darkness and he sees the smile tug at the corner of Kenma’s lips. It’s a beautiful thing. Radiant. He wraps an arm around him, keeps him close.
“I’d be the lucky one.”
They stare for a moment, appreciate each other, savour. Kuroo isn’t sure who leans in first, but their lips meet, soft yet he can sense the hungry edge to the way Kenma kisses him. His hand slides back up beneath his t-shirt and spans across the small of his back. It takes just a little press to have their hips flush. The gentle rock of Kenma’s hips is enough to stir his soft co*ck, then he slots his thigh between his legs and Kuroo lets himself get lost in it.
“Alpha,” Kenma purrs against his lips and gives them a small nip. “You still haven’t cum.”
That’s right. He’d been so close this morning, right on the edge.
“Let me help you.”
He’s happy to let Kenma take the lead, to let him slide his hand into his underwear and take his co*ck in his hand. One wraps tightly around the shaft, and the other dips in to cup and fondle his heavy balls. Their lips press messily as Kenma flicks his wrist, all the way from base to tip.
“Kenma.” His gasp is silenced by Kenma’s tongue brushing his own.
His omega’s hand speeds up and he squeezes his balls, draws a low groan from Kuroo’s throat and muffles the sound once again.
“My omega.” Kuroo babbles to the sweet lips against his own, presses another heated kiss to them, then moves to his neck. “All mine.”
Kenma gasps. “All yours alpha.”
Kuroo nips the line of his throat. “Gonna leave my mark on your pretty nape.”
“Please.” Kenma’s sweet begs are as enticing as always, but he relents. He’ll hold himself back, put his claim on Kenma when he wants him to in the height of his heat. “Can’t wait to feel your knot again.”
And just like it's answering, Kuroo’s knot begins to swell. Kenma stifles a giggle and squeezes his fist around the heated skin.
“You can’t wait too, hm?”
Kuroo shakes his head, then buries his nose to Kenma’s gland to take in that sweet apple blossom scent. The thought of knotting Kenma full and pumping another pup into him while he lays his claim is too overwhelming. Even the thought of sharing Kenma’s heat with him for the first time is almost too much.
He ruts his hips into Kenma’s fist, relishes the glide of his smooth palm, and c*ms with a groan he muffles against his shoulder. Kenma squeezes his knot through it. Hot cum streaks across Kuroo’s stomach and drips into his underwear.
“Good alpha,” Kenma praises once Kuroo has gone boneless against the bed, struggling to get his breath back. He strokes his fist back up his softening co*ck and raises his hand into view. Kuroo watches him lick and suck the cum from his fingers. He lets out another small groan, then tugs Kenma in for a searing kiss. He can taste himself on his tongue.
Kenma rolls him onto his back and insists on cleaning the rest of him up. His soft mouth and velvety tongue almost have him hardening again, but he pulls off of the head with a quiet pop before he can. He slips off Kuroo’s underwear since they’re a mess, doesn’t bother with a replacement pair, and even licks the cum from the trail of hair at his navel. Then he crawls back up the bed and settles at Kuroo’s side with a satisfied smile.
“Are you sure?” Kuroo asks through the comfortable silence settled between them.
Kenma hums and kisses his shoulder. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.” He raises up on his elbow and gazes down at him. “I want every part of you Kuroo Tetsurou, and I want every part of me to be yours in return.”
His lips are on Kuroo’s own before he has a chance to reply, like he’s sealing his words there so he’ll never forget, never doubt just how much he wants this. Kuroo melts into the chaste kiss, pulls Kenma in deeper by the back of his neck, and strokes his fingers across the raised scars there. He’ll get to have all of Kenma soon; his heart flutters.
He tugs Kenma against him and rolls them over, presses his omega down into their nest, and lines his neck with small love bites– a prelude, a taster, until he can leave his permanent mark, until he can fully make Kenma his.
✤
It’s been a few minutes since Kimika hushed her wailing, but Kuroo stays sat on the couch slowly rocking her against his bare chest. He’ll give it a few more minutes before he returns to bed, just to make sure she’s fully settled.
She’s been good for them tonight, only woken them up one other time at midnight. Kenma tended to her, let her feed, hummed her a soft lullaby, and she’d gone right back to sleep. When she awoke them again at two, Kuroo dragged himself out of bed before Kenma could. He kissed his omega’s head and told him to go back to sleep while he looked after her. It’d taken a while to calm her and he feared their guests would be disturbed by her distraught cries, but neither of them had stirred.
After a few minutes of quiet, the door to Kenma’s streaming room creaks open. He glances back and meets Keiji’s bleary gaze. Keiji wanders into the room with his glasses sat askew on his face, and bundles himself up on the couch beside Kuroo.
“Sorry. Did she wake you?” Kuroo asks.
Keiji nods, but smiles; he doesn’t seem to mind too much.
“What about Bo?”
“You know what he’s like, sleeps like a log,” Keiji chuckles. “He’s still snoring away in there.”
Kuroo exhales a soft laugh. “At least he’s comfortable.”
Keiji buries his nose into the blankets, a coy look on his face. “I’ll be honest, your futons are already a mess.”
Kuroo looks at him, contemplative, with a brow raised. The blush that rises high on Keiji’s cheeks gives him away and Kuroo chuckles. “I wouldn’t expect anything less from you two.”
Bashfully, Keiji glances at the floor. “I think Kou was trying to put a pup in me.”
Kuroo peers down at his pup. She’s staring up at him through the golden eyes she got from her mama. “He was… rather eager after seeing you with her before.”
Keiji smiles affectionately. “He’s so good with her,” he says. “Seeing the way he is with her… well.” Keiji looks almost bashful as he buries his nose in one of Kenma’s blankets and takes in his friend’s comforting scent. “It makes my omega broody.”
Despite how quietly he murmurs it, Kuroo still hears him, and a wide smile spreads across his face. “Would you like to hold her?”
Keiji peers up at him over the rim of his glasses and nods. He looks comfortable while holding her. Natural. He settles back into the cushions of the couch and Kimika calms almost instantly.
Kuroo leans back too and lets out a heavy breath. His eyes droop.
“Tired?”
He cracks open an eye to glance at Keiji and nods slowly in response.
“Rest,” he says. “I’ve got her.”
Gratefully, Kuroo tucks himself into the corner of the couch and tugs a blanket over himself. He doubts he’ll sleep, not until he gets back to his and Kenma’s nest, but it’s nice to take a moment to let himself decompress. He watches Keiji with Kimika, the soft, adoring smile on his face, the way he rocks her so gently.
“You know, you’re good with her as well.”
Keiji’s gaze flicks up to him and he smiles. “I’ve always been unsure on whether I wanted a pup of my own. I never thought I’d make a very good parent.”
“You seem like a natural to me.”
Keiji shrugs. “I didn’t think I’d ever trust an alpha enough to have pup with them.”
A small smile tugs at the corners of Kuroo’s lips. “But you trust Bo?”
Keiji doesn’t answer for a moment. He watches Kimika sleep in his arms. When he looks back up, his eyes shine. “I do. I mean we’re not there yet, it’s still fresh and I’d want to be bonded first but…” He lets out a heavy breath and returns his sights to Kimika. “When I look at her, when I hold her in my arms, my heart feels so full.”
Kuroo knows that feeling well. “There’s no feeling like it.”
Keiji agrees with a small nod. He’s far too concentrated on the adorable pup in his arms to pay Kuroo much mind.
“I’m lucky to have found this little family.” He’s never felt more complete.
“There’s no luck about it,” Keiji replies. “Right place, right time, yes, but things were always going to turn out this way. I don’t see a reality where Kenma didn’t fall for you and you for him.”
How the tables have turned. Once Keiji gave him nothing but icy glares, and now he can’t imagine his best friend’s life without him.
“Kenma told me he’s ready.”
Keiji’s eyes finally shift away from Kimika and dart up to him instead. “He did?”
Kuroo nods. “When he has his next heat.”
Keiji smiles. “I’m happy for you, both of you.”
“I’ll look after him, love him the way he deserves–”
“You don’t need to convince me, Kuroo. I already gave you my blessing.” Keiji smiles. “You’ve always proved yourself and been an alpha of your word. Thank you for loving him like he deserves.”
Kuroo casts his gaze down to the couch and blinks back the joyful tears springing at the corners of his eyes. When he peers back up Keiji is smiling at him fondly.
“And for being the best papa to Kimika,” he finishes.
“Keiji,” Kuroo sniffles.
At the same time a low groan of the omega’s name comes from across the room. They both glance back over the couch and find Bokuto wrapped up in a blanket. It’s draped over his head bundles around his bare torso.
“Sleepy?” Keiji asks softly.
Bokuto nods, his eyes barely open as he wanders towards them.
“You weren’t next to me when I woke up, wanted to find you,” he murmurs and leans over the back of the couch. Keiji meets him halfway to press a soft kiss to his lips. “What’re you both doing out here?”
“Kimika was crying so I brought her out here to let Kenma get some rest, but we woke Keiji up instead,” Kuroo says.
He gets a slow nod of recognition from Bokuto before he lets out a wide yawn and rounds the couch to join them. Instead of snuggling up to Keiji’s side, he falls against him.
“Your omega is over there,” Kuroo teases. Though it seems more effective on Keiji, whose cheeks grow pink at being called Bokuto’s omega.
“I know, but I don’t want to disturb Kimika,” Bokuto mumbles. He rests his head on Kuroo’s shoulder and tilts his face up to nose against his gland. “And you’re comfy.”
Kuroo bites back a grin as he opens out his arm to let Bokuto get comfortable. It’s been a while since they’ve done this, though it was a frequent occurrence back in college. It’s a bonding of sorts, the two of them showing their closeness, how they’re comfortable to show affection. The wetness of a tongue draws him back; it drags across his gland and Bokuto settles again, still half–asleep.
He chances a glance at Keiji who watches them with nothing but fondness. No hint of jealousy twists his features, but Kuroo kind of expected this from his first meeting with Keiji; he wasn’t shocked or put off by what he and Bokuto used to do together, in fact he seemed thrilled.
There’s something softer in his eyes right now though. It makes Kuroo’s body fill with a comfortable warmth, an easiness that settles on his chest and drifts to his mind. With these two he feels content, though of course someone is missing: Kenma!
As if he heard the call from Kuroo’s mind, the door to their room opens a crack and Kenma peers through. He sleepily squints at them all, looks like he’s debating going straight back to their nest, but he ultimately shuffles in to join them.
“What’s with the midnight meeting?” His voice rasps in the sweetest way. Kuroo wants to scoop him up and snuggle him, but he has all of Bokuto’s bulky weight on one side.
Kenma presses a small kiss to the crown of his head as he passes and goes to settle next to Keiji, somehow squeezing himself in– it’s the first time they’ve fit four people on this couch, but none of them mind the closeness. He places a kiss on Kimika’s forehead before getting comfortable, tucked up at his friend's side with his legs slung over Bokuto’s thighs. Instinctively, Bokuto reaches for Kenma’s legs and pulls them closer as if using him as a blanket. All of them are squished comfortably, slotted together like puzzle pieces.
A calmness drifts through the room and Kuroo has a fleeting thought of how much he likes this, how much they feel like a pack. Even though he wishes he had Kenma pressed close to him, he finds he doesn’t mind one bit that Bokuto and Keiji get that closeness instead. The way Bokuto slowly strokes up and down his bare leg is sweet, and Keiji affectionately noses over his gland. Their scents swirl pleasantly, a delightful mix; they complement each other.
Kimika slumbers, settled against Keiji’s chest, surrounded by scents that make her feel safe. Kuroo feels the same. The four of them together feels like home.
