Seth & Fennie Special Episode (The Couch) (Patreon)

“Finally,” Fen cried, rushing to Seth like they were a married couple meeting in an airport terminal. 

Seth instantly grew teary eyed. It felt like they hadn’t seen each other in months, or even years. He knew he was being silly and stupid and beyond codependent, but his heat hormones were still lingering and he’d just missed his best friend, okay? Seth couldn’t stop his eyes from falling to Fenny’s neck. Not just his mating bite but the other bites and bruises marring his usually flawless skin. 

Was it weird that the sight of his best friend looking so thoroughly claimed was so hot to him? His stomach flipped. Would things be different between them now that they were both mated? The thought made his brain almost short-circuit. They were mated. Both of them. How had that happened? And so fast? It had all just felt…meant to be. The eight of them coming together was just…fate. 

So why was he so weirdly nervous now?

The answer became clear as soon as they collided, absorbing each other like water droplets. The scent of wild flowers and petrichor filled his nose, the fragrance so heavy on his friend’s skin that if Seth closed his eyes, he could almost picture himself in a damp field in spring. It tugged at something in him. Something deep and primal. The combined scent of his packmates filled him with a feeling of home, safety, love. 

Seth’s heart squeezed like someone held it in their fist. Fenny didn’t smell like him anymore. Just Loch. Seth was of two minds about it. On the one hand, he wanted nothing more than to bury his face in his friend's neck while they inhaled each other’s new scents, but on the other, he wanted to stake his own claim on his best friend, wanting their scents to mix with his, with Saints…with all of them. 

 He couldn’t stop himself from trailing his fingertips across the raw scabs of Fenny’s mating bite, swallowing audibly at the way the other omega’s eyelids fluttered, lips parting. Fuck. He was so pretty. So hot. He pushed his face against Fenny’s neck without asking, then froze. Fen either didn’t notice or didn’t care. He grabbed Seth and proceeded to scent him too. 

They stood there, scenting each other for far too long, but Seth couldn’t help it. He and Fen had been wrapped up in each other since the moment they’d met, their scents ebbing and flowing on each other’s skin daily. Their combined scents along with San’s—and to a slightly lesser extent, Deke’s—were home to him. He loved Loch’s smell, Saint’s too. Would happily allow both of them to scent him all day, but Fenny no longer smelled like him and he needed to change that immediately. 

Seth shivered as Fen licked over his mating mark, then sucked the sore flesh into his mouth, drawing an embarrassingly needy sound from Seth. He was already so hard. It would be humiliating if he couldn’t tell how turned on Fenny—and their alphas—were.

Seth dragged Fenny to the wraparound sofa, pushing him down before taking his place beside him. He spared a glance at the two alpha’s who made themselves at home on the shorter side of the sofa, amused at how comically close they sat to each other.

Fenny shifted beside him restlessly. Seth turned his attention back to his needy friend. When they locked eyes, heat shot through him, his dick tenting his sweatpants, his ass already uncomfortably wet. Seth didn’t even need to ask what Fen wanted. They both wanted the same thing. Each other. 

Seth curved a hand around the back of Fen’s neck, pulling him in, slotting their mouths together effortlessly, both sighing into the kiss. This was the first time Seth had ever initiated a kiss between them, much less taken control, but he wasn’t really thinking about anything but licking his way into Fen’s mouth, sucking the taste of their alpha off his tongue. 

They didn’t need anyone to lead, really. They’d done this a hundred times, their lips moving against each other like muscle memory, meeting and parting in what felt like a well choreographed routine. Fenny’s tongue moving over his, the way he’d moan when Seth bit down on his juicy bottom lip, the way Fen’s fingers would play with the hair at the nape of Seth’s neck. It was comforting. It was hot. It was as natural as breathing. 

After days of guessing and stressing about what his new mate liked and disliked, it was almost a respite to know there was no pressure with Fenny. They knew each other’s wants and needs almost as well as their own. They didn’t have to second guess themselves, they could just feel, just taste, just make each other feel good. 

Fuck, he loved Fenny so much. 

He cupped his face, tilting his head, deepening the kiss. Fenny breathed through his nose, then made a needy sound, gripping Seth tighter, making the kiss more desperate and dirty, his mouth and hands turning greedy. Fen’s sudden hunger only fed Seth’s until the room filled with low moans and shaky breaths and the sound of their lips meeting and parting again and again. 

Seth couldn’t get enough. He’d missed his taste, his scent, the feel of his skin beneath his hands. He hadn’t realized how much he’d craved Fen until he was back in his arms.  They were together now, with their mates in attendance. Seth could feel the alphas’ eyes on them, could smell how much they wanted them. 

Seth preened under their attention. He was only just starting to understand the power he held, the power Fenny and any other omega held, really. It was intoxicating, addictive. The two omegas had both spent much of their lives fearing what might happen to their autonomy if they were to mate with an alpha. 

It had never occurred to him that it would be Saint who would be the one to yield, to cave into any little thing Seth wanted. Saint who was desperate to please, who would do anything for him if he just asked. Just the thought had him smiling against Fenny’s lips. 

Seth could feel Saint’s arousal like a physical touch, it thrummed through their bond like the vibrations through a spiderweb. Seth had never felt so wanted. And not just by Saint, from their pack alpha as well. He liked having Loch’s eyes on him, on them. He liked putting on a performance. He just wished the others were there to see it. Seth couldn’t believe he had a pack now. The thought sent another bolt of molten heat kicking through his system. 

Seth glanced at Loch. He didn’t need a bite connecting him to the pack alpha to know he felt the same way about Fen as Saint did about him. The man had staked his claim in the most primal of ways. He’d written his feelings in bloody bite marks and purple bruises all over Fen’s skin. 

Seth was just a tiny bit jealous that Fen had been able to make Loch break that ever present composure. Fen had thrown Loch into rut. Why hadn’t that happened with Saint? He knew it wasn’t fair to compare the two. But it fed that insecurity that still lingered just beneath the surface. 

His alpha was territorial by nature; Seth had plenty of bruises and bites to prove it. But the way Loch had mauled his best friend’s throat made Seth harder than he’d ever been in his life. It was like he’d feared just one bite to his neck wouldn’t get the point across so he’d just kept going. It was making Seth pathetically wet just thinking about it. 

Or maybe it was just the dense alpha pheromones curling around them as their mate’s grew increasingly horny. 

“I missed you,” Seth whispered, against Fen’s lips. “These bites are so hot. You’re so hot. I missed you so much. You smell incredible.”

Fen whined. “So do you. I want to taste you everywhere.” 

Before Seth could respond, Fen threw a leg over his thighs, settling in his lap, hands gripping his shoulders as he rolled his hips in one deep, mind-numbingly intense grind. He couldn’t stifle the moan that erupted from the back of his throat, gripping Fen’s hips to drag him down as he thrust up, another shock of heat shooting through his core. 

“Fuck, I want you,” Fen said in an almost confessional whisper. He looked so fucking beautiful, his head thrown back, mouth slack, lids at half mast as he worked his hips against Seth’s like he was giving him a lap dance. “Can you feel how much?”

Seth would have scoffed at the stupidity of the question if he wasn’t already so drunk of alpha pheromones. “I need you to smell like me again,” he heard himself say. “Your bruises are so hot. Can I take your shirt off?” he babbled, mindlessly, his thoughts scattered, forgotten as soon as they’d pass his lips. 

He didn’t wait for an answer, just locked his fingers in Fen’s messy blonde tresses, tugging his head to the side to inhale his fragrance. Wild flowers, rich and earthy, the heavy scent in the air after a storm. Fuck he needed more. He needed Fen and Loch’s combined scent as strong as Saint’s on his skin. When the others returned, Seth was going to demand Loch make a group nest where they could all puppy pile on top of each other, until everyone’s scent was represented on his skin. 

But for now, he’d start with Fen. They weren’t leaving this sofa until Seth smelled like apples and wild flowers and rum and rain. He gripped Fen’s ass, squeezing until he whined, rolling his hips like he was riding him. Fuck, did he want Fenny to ride him? He shook the thought away. Unimportant. He reached for the hem of Fen’s shirt. 

Fen grasped his wrists gently, stopping him, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles on the soft inner skin of his wrists. 

Seth’s heart tripped in his chest as he looked up, questioning. 

Fenny looked at Loch, his expression somewhere between fond and smug. “You’ll have to ask Loch…He’s embarrassed.”

Embarrassed? Of Fenny’s body? What? It struck him then. The bruises, the mauling, it wasn’t just Fen’s neck. Loch had done that all over. He looked to the pack alpha, unable to stop his pout.

“Why?” Seth whined, genuinely confused. “It’s so hot.” He dragged Fen’s mouth down in another filthy kiss. “You’re so hot.” 

They made out for another minute or two before Seth remembered he was supposed to be asking a question. Seth gave Loch his biggest, most pleading eyes, relieved when Fenny joined him. 

“Please, alpha?” Seth simpered, pooching out his bottom lip further.

Satisfaction washed over him as Saint swallowed hard, squirming in his seat and Loch licked over his bottom lip absently. They were both so fucking sexy. Would they join them if they asked? Saint didn’t seem to mind this. He’d said that he’d share Seth once they were mated. They were mated. He felt another gush of slick leave him, his cock leaking into his underwear. 

He let himself picture his tongue tangling with Fen’s as their mates fucked them on all fours, knotting them in front of the rest of the pack. His whole body throbbed with a longing that made him restless. Maybe they could even swap? What would Saint think about watching Loch fuck and knot him? He bit down on the inside of his cheek until he tasted blood. What was the protocol for that? Was there a waiting period after a pair mated before they were fair game in the pack? 

What was wrong with him? Why was he so horny? Was this what happened after everyone lost their virginity? Seth dug blunt nails into the cloth covering Fen’s shoulders as increasingly dirtier scenarios flashed through his head like pictures in a view master, each picture filthier than the last. Fen whimpered, dragging Seth from his dirty thoughts. He turned to Loch with blown pupils, pouting prettily as he combed his fingers through Fenny’s hair. 

Loch licked his lower lip again, then gave a stilted nod. Seth clapped in excitement, then flushed as his gaze collided with Saint’s, a smirk crawling across the alpha’s perfect lips. 

Seth made a high, keening sound, peeling off Fen’s shirt, his breath punching from him as he took in his best friend’s bare torso, his gaze jumping from place to place, uncertain where he should look first. He couldn’t stop himself from touching the other omega, his palms flat against the warmth of his skin. Seth’s breaths came faster, tracing each wound like he was in a trance. 

Seth’s gaze snapped to his mate as Saint cleared his throat. He was still giving Seth that look. God, he loved how cocky his alpha was, loved how he just exudes this quiet power and confidence, loved how possessive and weird he was, how sometimes he was more animal than man. 

Fuck, he was so horny. 

He needed to come like now. 

Seth turned his attention back to Fen, thumbing over his nipples, earning a shuddering sigh from the blonde boy. Seth gave one last knowing look at Saint then leaned forward to close his lips over the rigid peak, nursing the already swollen flesh until Fen moaned like a porn star, his fingers tangling in Seth’s dark hair. 

“Hurts,” Fen whimpered. 

Seth pulled back to glance up at him. “Do you want me to stop?” 

“No,” Fen said, gaze hazy, just as high and horny off of pheromones and lust. “Like it…like when it hurts.” 

Seth groaned, tipping forward to give the other nipple the same treatment, scraping his teeth over the flesh until Fen hissed in pain. Seth throbbed in his pants, canting his hips up as he dragged Fen’s down, goosebumps erupting at the delicious friction it caused as their bodies met. 

Seth gave a knowing smile to Fen as he heard Loch say, “Clearly, we’ve kept them apart too long.” 

He expected his mate to say something dirty, but instead irritation thrummed through their connection. He whined at his mate’s sudden shift in mood. Fen also shifted restlessly, sensing whatever it was Loch was experiencing on the other side of that conversation. Mating bites were crazy. It was like having both his emotions and someone else’s amplified in his brain. 

He glanced at Saint and found him glaring at Loch, arms folded like he was waiting him out, giving him some kind of ultimatum. It wasn’t Seth's business. Well, maybe it was his business but it was not his priority. His priority was getting him and Fen off quickly so he could bask in their combined scents. He would let the alpha’s alpha until later. 

He dumped Fenny on the couch, crawling over him, hovering above him, a malicious grin on his face. “You’re so docile now,” Seth whispered, lowering himself enough to lick over his lips. “Did our alpha tame you?” he teased. 

“Maybe I’m just sleepy,” Fen countered. “I want you to do all the work. To make up for the year where you played pillow princess.” 

Seth scoffed. “You loved bossing me around, putting me where you wanted me.” 

Fen’s hands were suddenly beneath his sweatpants, cupping his bare ass and squeezing hard. Seth bit back a moan that became an undignified squeak as one of Fen’s fingers dipped between the globes of his ass, ghosting over his hole. 

“So wet already,” Fen noted. 

Seth flushed to the roots of his hair. Wet was an understatement. He was dripping, and it wasn’t just slick. Saint had shoved him up against the door and fucked him full just minutes before they’d entered the living room, pulling his pants back up and slapping Seth’s ass when he was done like he was just there for his pleasure, to use whenever he saw fit. That wasn’t supposed to be so fucking sexy but it was. He wanted to be used…by all of them.

“I can smell him inside you, you little whore,” Fen teased against his lips, before muttering, “Off,” as he tugged at the hem of Fenny’s t-shirt. 

He pulled away from the other omega’s pretty wet lips only long enough to yank off his shirt and blindly toss it somewhere, their mouths reconnecting once it was out of the way. 

“I want to eat you out,” Seth heard himself say, voice high and desperate. “Please,” he added softly, like a prayer.

“Please,” Fenny said, nodding frantically. 

Seth groaned, biting at Fen’s chin, his Adam’s apple, his collarbone. He kissed his mating mark, whining as he rubbed his face against it. He skipped over Fenny’s nipples, this time, in favor of kissing all of Loch’s marks like they were breadcrumbs left behind for him to follow. Fen jumped as Saint dipped his tongue into Fen’s belly button. Seth gave one last look at the two alpha’s, trying and failing to suppress a grin at how fast they both nodded. 

Seth dragged Fenny’s joggers down, giving a pleased noise when he found there was no other barrier between him and Fen’s cock which slapped against his belly wetly, hard and flushed and as pretty as he was.

Seth wasted no time, quickly swallowing Fen’s cock, moaning at the taste of him on his tongue. Fen gasped, hands fisting painfully in Seth’s hair, hips moving in tiny aborted thrusts like he couldn’t stop himself. Seth smiled around his cock. He could feel how desperately his friend was trying to control himself, knew how hard it was not to fuck someone’s tight, wet mouth when it was wrapped around him. 

“I said I wanted to taste you,” Fen panted, glancing down at Seth, then groaning like he couldn’t take the sight before him, couldn’t handle looking at Seth’s mouth stuffed full of his cock. 

Seth gasped as a strange heaviness rolled over the two of them like a caress. Loch. He was staking his claim. No, he was marking them, drowning them in his pheromones until it felt like Seth had popped Molly. Not as an alpha, but as the alpha, the pack’s alpha. He was wrapping them in his scent like some kind of protective force field. Metaphorically speaking. It was cute. Sweet. But wholly unnecessary. They weren’t a bonded pack yet. Loch had no legal claim on any of them other than Fenny. 

Fenny nudged him, giving another needy whine, drawing Seth back to the task at hand. Right. 

“Let’s taste each other,” Seth said, before bounding to his feet to shuck off his clothing, before crawling back over Fenny, this time straddling his chest, his ass right in his face. 

Fen immediately gripped Seth’s thighs, drawing him back, before spreading him open. Seth could feel the slick and cum leaking from him, could smell Fen’s own slick as he pushed his thighs apart. 

“So much cum,” Fen muttered. “How many times did he fucking breed you today?” he asked, using to fingers to force Saint’s cum back inside of him. 

Seth squirmed on Fen’s fingers. “Shut up. You think I can’t smell Loch, too?”

He vaguely noted the alphas’ relocating, but before he could protest, Fen laved his broad tongue over Seth’s rim. 

“Fuck you both taste so good together,” Fen said, spreading him impossibly wider, fucking his tongue inside. 

Seth groaned, eyes rolling at the fire licking inside him. He slipped his fingers between Fen’s cheeks, pressing three inside, his neglected cock throbbing at the impossible tightness. He didn’t give Fen time to adjust, curling his fingers so they pulsed against his friend’s prostate as he swallowed his cock, earning a strangled cry from the other omega as he bucked his hips up, gagging Seth just a little.

When Fen wrapped his palm around Seth’s neglected cock, he instantly started fucking into it, no longer interested in drawing anything out. Pumping into Fen’s fist had his release bubbling between his hip bones like molten lava. He needed to come. He needed it so bad. He needed Fen to come too. 

Seth added a third finger, bobbing his head faster once more, curling his fingers inside, massaging that bundle of nerves until Fen was non-verbal, only low moans and high whimpers right against his hole as Fen seemed to lose his ability to think straight. 

Seth was close…he was so fucking close. He continued to batter Fenny’s prostate, until his friend was no longer able to do anything but just rest his face against Seth’s ass and keep his fist tight for Seth to fuck. 

“Please. Please. Please. Please. Please…Ple-Oh, my God.” Fen’s words felt like they were punched out of him as his release jetted down Seth’s throat without warning, he swallowed what he could, letting the rest spill from his lips. Fuck, he’d missed the salty bitterness of Fen’s release on his tongue. 

He hissed as Fen pushed three fingers inside his already aching hole, fucking them into him hard and fast. “Come on, Seth. Let me feel it. Come on my fingers.” 

Fire lashed through him as Fen’s teeth sank into the inner globe of his cheek, breaking skin and throwing him over the edge, pleasure and pain pulsing through him as he made an even bigger mess. 

They laid there, catching their breaths for a few minutes, before Seth let Fen manhandle him into little spoon position so he could clean them up with his shirt. 

“We should really invest in some wet wipes in all the rooms,” he noted absently, staring at the two alpha’s having a rather intense conversation in the kitchen. 

“What do you think that’s about?” Seth asked. 

“Probably Deke and Loch’s super-ruts. We can get it out of them later,” Fen said. 

Seth sighed, but nodded. “You’re right. Speaking of, tell me everything about this super-rut.”