To Kill For Love

Chapter Three

It took half an hour for Shouto's knot to deflate enough for him and Katsuki to separate. The moment his member left Katsuki's stretched, pulsating hole, the omega felt strangely empty inside.

"Mmm." Izuku hummed. Those dark, emerald green eyes stared as slick -- gathered around Shouto's cock during their wait -- oozed out. He reached forward to scoop some of it up into his fingers, and Katsuki moaned at his touch. "Wish it was more than just your slick." The freckled alpha mused quietly. "I'd love to see Shouto leaking out of you like this."

The mentioned alpha practically flopped down next to Katsuki. He softly rubbed the would-be distended part of Katsuki's stomach. "You're a piece of work, 'Zuku."

Izuku threw his hands up, subsequently pulling Katsuki's wrist with. Katsuki offered a low, warning growl to the apparently careless alpha.

Pale, thin lips pressed against Katsuki's scent gland, and the omega shuddered. He leaned closer to Shouto, who smiled against warm skin. The sound of his own soft purr startled him and the two alphas. The gentle rumble stopped the moment Katsuki realized.

"Don't stop." Shouto whispered. He placed more pressure on the omega's scent gland with his lips. The smell of caramel and gunpowder flooded the room, and the caramel dared to overpower the latter aspect of Katsuki's scent. At the same time, Katsuki's entire body seemed to relax as he cuddled closer to the two-toned alpha. Against his better judgement, his purr returned for the pair of alphas to listen to. "I've never heard an omega purr." Shouto admitted softly.

"My mom did when I was young." Izuku commented. He pressed his forehead into Katsuki's backside. "But I barely remember it."

Katsuki elected not to chip in. His own father purred all the time, and it often pissed the younger omega off. His mother, however, hardly crooned for either of them. She claimed it as a sign of weakness, one she refused to display.

The blonde let himself relax into their warm embraces for a long while. He would have fallen asleep if not for Izuku's still very present erection poking into his backside. He pressed back when the alpha went searching for friction.

"My turn." Izuku practically growled. He pulled the omega away from his mate. The cuffs jingled but never pulled too hard. A low, dissatisfied grunt escaped Shouto, but the two-toned alpha merely rolled over, clearly dead to the world around him. "Let's not wake Shouchan then. He's got a big meeting tomorrow after all."

Without much resistance, Izuku pushed himself into Katsuki. The blonde moaned quietly, loud enough for Izuku but not too much for Shouto's sake despite Shouto being a heavy sleeper. "Just fuck me, jackass."

In the dark of the room, Katsuki could not see the way Izuku rolled his eyes. Next thing the omega knew, hips slammed into his own, and a moan stuck in his throat. Izuku continued at a relentless pace, the bed rocking in time with his thrusts. He slammed deep into Katsuki, not quite hitting his prostate but close enough to edge the omega.

Katsuki fought to keep from shouting. The force of Izuku's fingers digging into the flesh of his hips would surely leave bruises, but he paid no mind.

Izuku pulled out long enough to flip Katsuki onto his stomach, still mindful of their cuffed hands, then continued his relentless pace. The new angle allowed the alpha to properly abuse Katsuki's prostate.

Low, choked-off moans escaped the omega with each direct-hit. He reached forward to steady himself against the wall, but Izuku pushed him back onto the mattress.

"Don't strain your back, little omega." Izuku purred into Katsuki's ear. His chest fit almost perfectly against the arch of Katsuki's backside. When his knot started to catch, he slowed down in favor of deeper thrusts, which brought out louder moans from the omega.