The Rightful King

Allen | 025

  **CW: Sexual themes! This entire chapter is basically just sexual and pretty much just filler**

          Allen wasn't sure what had woken him up, but he was almost positive it was because of his aching back. He certainly wasn't in his comfortable bed, if the lumpy throw pillow digging into his lower shoulder and lack of a blanket was any indication. Disoriented, he sat up on the small couch he'd been sleeping on, rubbing his bleary eyes and trying to remember exactly why he was there in the first place. It was then his ears registered the sound of fabric shifting and a soft, smacking noise. He paused, remembering the two Omegas and their nest that he'd been "guarding". Allen looked towards it then, thankful for the moonlight spilling through the window.

Perhaps if he'd been a Beta or Omega, he would not have been able to make out the scene on the bed. Alas, he was an Alpha, and the Goddess had blessed him with senses superior to those of the other ranks, so he could make out the two Omegas writhing between the sheets perfectly. Lips on each other's, bodies flushed together, and limbs intertwined so closely it was difficult to tell where one ended and the other began. Their kiss was slow, bodies rutting against one another's in a subdued manner. The syrupy smell of flowers and berries was thick in the air, sweet from slick and needy Omega.

He'd seen Omega porn before, gotten off from it, but he hadn't seen Omega's having sex in person. That had been loud and exaggerated, raunchy, and dirty in a way that was clearly targeted towards an Alpha audience. This was much softer, their quiet gasps and whimpers from their own pleasure. His dick twitched in interest, guilt shooting through him simultaneously. Allen felt like a voyeur, this wasn't meant for him to see, they didn't know he was even awake.

"Scott..." Robbie breathed, voice quiet despite the whine that followed.

The King shushed him quickly, moaning quietly as their clothed hips moved together rhythmically. They were so in sync, movements familiar in the way that Robbie tugged on King Scott's curls, how he placed a kiss on the corner of Robbie's mouth. He was reminded that they'd done this before, that they already knew each other intimately. Allen considered standing, maybe trying to slip out of the room, but they'd surely notice him then. "I know, I know, darling, but you need-" King Scott's eyes shifted towards him then. It was too dark to make out the green of his irises. There was a moment where everything paused, Allen's heart leaping to his throat as though he'd been caught doing something naughty, then the King flipped their position, so that he was hovering over the younger, no longer laying side-by-side.

"It seems as though we have an onlooker," King Scott murmured, hand reaching up to caress his cheek, "Are you okay with that, love?"

Robbie's eyes were on him then, and he didn't need to see the flush of red on his cheeks to know he was blushing. Allen watched with a dry mouth as the King palmed him through his shorts, Robbie's plump lips parting as he keened, turning his attention back to the man above him. "Alpha," King Scott called to him, voice raspy from sleep, and Allen was embarrassingly hard, "Doesn't he look pretty? Wouldn't you like to see how much prettier he gets when he comes?"

"Yes." He said without having to think, at the same time that Robbie whined, hips kicking up. King Scott leaned down, their lips meeting in a brief kiss. Robbie chased his lips when he pulled away. "Would you like that, sweetheart?"

Robbie nodded, but the King sighed, tapping his fingers on Robbie's lips softly. "Words, please. I want to hear you."

"Wanna come." He mumbled petulantly with a little pout, wiggling beneath the King. "Want your mouth."

"You think you deserve being eaten out after waking me?" He questioned as he pulled Robbie's shorts down. Pre-come was dripping down his flushed cock, the King using it to make the slide of his hand easier.