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Lando looks through the small gap, taking in every sliver of skin he can see, every moan that escapes the safehold of the room that holds Max’s nest. He can barely breathe, so fixated on the sight, but when he does so, he enjoys the sweet scent the omega causes during his heat.
He knows it’s wrong. He should’ve turned around the moment he heard the moans, should’ve helped Max by closing the door when it was obvious it was open, and giving everyone a peek into what they can never have. Lando can’t, though, not when Max has always been such a sight, even at 40.
There are laws that protect parental figures from situations like these. Omegas have been getting more support from the government, and everyone is trying their hardest to improve their safety during heats. Even special laws protecting omega parents during their heat.
Because in the end, it doesn’t matter if an alpha is a husband or wife, a son or daughter, a neighbor or a student, or a stranger. Once the pheromones caused by the heat spread, they just get so affected it’s ridiculous. They won’t consider their relation to the omega anymore and just take and take and take.
Many omegas are on heat suppressants now, not wanting to deal with it. Understandable considering the state of the world. Not even the new laws are enough.
Max hasn’t been using them since forever, and Lando will forever be grateful for it. Their alpha father had left them years ago, and Max stopped using those pills soon after. He’s in a household with only omegas; it shouldn’t be a problem. Lando knows Max thinks like this.
Lando also knows that Max couldn’t be more wrong.
He might be an omega, but he knows his dad is a sight many long to see again. Some rude ones stare in public, the daring ones try to make a move, and there have been lucky ones in the past who were allowed to do more than see.
Lando hates them all.
No alpha deserves to break into their little bubble, to enjoy the world that’s for him, his dad, and his two younger brothers. Kimi and Gabi are younger than he is, quite some years, but they’re still close.
There is tension at times and sometimes the usual fights, but with one thing in common, they know how to get through it all.
None of them can lose Max after all.
Not when they are getting so close to really getting what they want.
Especially now, when he’s watching his father tease his own leaking hole, Lando remembers why he does the things he does. Why he still hasn’t moved out. Why he makes sure none of the alphas stay for long. Why he has a pact with his brothers, fragile but so important for all of them.
He so badly wants to be the one to use his fingers to tease that rim, to slowly enter him with only Max’s slick as lube. But that’s not a bad thing, his dad always leaks so much there is more than enough to make the slide of his fingers comfortable rather than painful.
Lando already knows it won’t take a lot of time to get Max adjusted to his fingers, knows he can quite quickly add finger after finger until it’s his cock that’s filling his dad. His half-hard cock slowly becomes fully erect, and the increasingly intense smell makes him leak.
Max is riding his own hand, the slick sound seems to echo through the room and Lando wants to enter it so badly, wants to take over the scene. Wants to be the one to bend over his dad, make him see that there will never be any reason for Max to enjoy an alpha as long as he has his sons.
Three omega sons, everyone coos over them. They all think them so innocent, so sweet, such a blessing.
God, they can’t be more wrong.
All three of them are cursed with a thirst that shouldn’t get entertained in the first place, but they can’t help but want to give in to it. Each day, the urge to finally take Max, to show him what they too can give him, to make sure their next sibling will truly be theirs, becomes stronger.
He doesn’t unbutton his jeans but slides his hand into his underwear all the same, already sensitive to the touch. He’s been leaking, both precum and slick. It makes the slide of his fist around his cock easy, and he soon finds a rhythm he should be ashamed of but wants to chase all the same.
When he sees how Max finds a knotting dildo, he wants to scream. He’s never jealous of alphas, perfectly fine with his own identity. It’s only ever when it comes to this, when he’s reminded of the way he can never knot Max, that he feels jealous.
Lando has to bite into his other fist, has to try his hardest to hide his own sounds as he watches his dad sink onto the dildo, watches how Max’s face almost seems to relax, like this was the relief he was looking for so badly.
He doesn’t know how Max has the coordination to do it all at once, but it’s so hot. The way Max rides the dildo at an increasing pace, only stuttering when the handpump has blown the knot of the dildo to a size that has to catch on Max’s rim.
Max moans and almost falls facedown on the bed, but only just manages to catch himself. From then on it’s less riding, and more grinding. It’s messy and hot and desperate and Lando can’t. It’s just so much. The way the nest is so, so soaked in slick. The way the scent is heavy from Max’s pheromones. The way he wants, he needs, he hungers, and fuck he’s coming in his pants, the hand on his dick suddenly too stimulating.
A breath tickling his neck startles him so much he almost yelps, almost gives himself away. Looking behind him, it’s Kimi, an almost devilish smile on his normally oh-so-innocent face.
“Such a show, all for free. Can’t believe I’m getting two at the same time,” Kimi says, and Lando suddenly wonders if he is the bad influence in his younger brother’s lives or if there has been something there all along.
“But don’t forget, we have an agreement. Only a few more days, and we can finally take him.”