(k)not knowing what to do

      Why is Kevin always getting in the middle of things? Has he done something to actually offend the universe? Because it seems like it when he gets into his dorm and it reeks of arousal.       Experience has taught him to announce his arrival, so he bangs on the door and shouts, "Coming in!" He counts ten seconds before opening the door and walking in.       The smell of rut hits his nose and it stops him in his tracks.       What the fuck, he thinks to himself. He sees Andrew first, his arms crossed over his chest, the biceps bulging under the short sleeves of his black T-shirt. He is looking at Neil who seems awkward, avoiding eye contact and fiddling with his fingers. When Kevin takes a better look, he notices that Neil's skin seems sweaty like he has just returned from one of his runs.       At least now Kevin knows the source of the smell.       Neil has been on supressants for most of his life, more than it is recommended without causing harm. Recently, the joined forces of Abby and Andrew convinced Neil to lay off of the drugs to get his body to it's natural rhythm, and surprisingly, Neil has agreed.       But now they have an alpha on their hands who doesn't have a clue about dealing with a rut. Kevin gets closer to the pair, his concern winning with the instinct to stay away. Andrew looks at him briefly before shifting his gaze back towards Neil.       "I don't know what to do," Neil says sheepishly to Andrew, his cheeks flushed.       "I have a solution," Andrew drawls and pushes Kevin towards Neil, the taller man stumbling.       "Andrew, what the fuck—" Kevin says, but doesn't finish as the omega's hand blocks his mouth.       "Don't you want to help him?" Andrew asks sweetly. "To teach him how to be a good alpha?"       Kevin shudders and lets himself be pushed on the bed, his tall form leaning over Neil. Up close, he can feel the heat radiating from Neil's body, beads of sweat dotting the man's forehead. They stare at each other silently, clueless how to proceed.       There is a huff and a murmured 'Do I have to do everything in this house?' before a hand scruffs Kevin like an unruly puppy, making him go boneless. Neil squirms under his weight, but Kevin is unable to do anything about it as long as the hand squeezes his nape.       "The rule is," Andrew starts, "that you don't put your knot anywhere near me without my permission or I'll cut it off," he says in a bored tone, as if talking about the weather. "Got it?"       After Neil's muffled 'yes', Andrew lets go off Kevin, and the alpha needs a few seconds to collect himself. Neil's scent wraps around him – moss and rain – and something more primal in Kevin urges him to walk away before the other alpha tears his throat out in his rut-crazed state of mind.       "Kevin," says Andrew, "show the puppy how to kiss properly."       Kevin feels his cheeks getting warm. A chance to fulfill his dreams is right here and he would really love to take it, but the rational part of his mind holds him back.       Because what would people think? Everything about it is taboo to Kevin – two male alphas in a relationship? That spells disaster.       Andrew's hand trails down Kevin's spine, and Kevin shivers from the light touch. "I hate waiting," the omega says.       It's Neil who makes the first move, his lips crashing into Kevin's hungrily. Kevin is surprised by the force of it, and he huffs as Neil quickens the pace. The man has no finesse at all, his movements rushed like it is some kind of race. This needs to change.       Kevin pushes the other alpha away and grips his chin. "Do as I do," he says, looking into Neil's eyes.       As their lips touch, he starts moving slowly, making sure Neil follows the steps. The man struggles with it at first, probably because his instincts are repulsed by the fact that another alpha has taken the lead. Yet, Neil doesn't resist and puts effort into copying Kevin's movements. A sigh leaves him when Kevin coaxes his mouth open and licks into his mouth.       Someone forces Kevin's head away which makes him growl.       "Down, boy," Andrew says, the tone lifting the haze that has fallen over Kevin's mind and putting fear there instead.       "Maybe I should take out the muzzle," Andrew suggests.       "No!" Kevin says instantly. "I'm sorry."       His apology isn't commented on, but Andrew lets go of him, his scalp tingling where Andrew gripped the hair. Something rubs against his crotch, and startled, he realizes that it's Neil, the man's cock hard from the arousal his rut forces on him. More surprising is that Kevin doesn't mind at all.       "Puppy, sit up" Andrew says, his voice stopping Neil's ministrations.       "Stop calling me that," Neil says, frowning.       "I will when you stop behaving like one."       Neil scowls, but does as Andrew has said. He wriggles from under Kevin's body and leans against the headboard, his long legs on either side of Kevin. It puts his cock right before Kevin's eyes, and Kevin's nostrils get assaulted by the alpha's scent. It's overwhelming but at the same time, Kevin can't get enough.       "Now for you," Andrew says, slapping Kevin's ass. "I need to prepare you, so stay still." He puts pressure between Kevin's shoulder blades, bending him down so that his ass sticks out in the air.       "What do you mean by 'prepare me'?" Kevin asks, apprehensive by the development.       "I'm not letting him put anything in me until I'm sure he knows how to use it," says Andrew, pinning Kevin down by his neck when the alpha tries to free himself.       It won't be Kevin's first time bottoming, but the shame of it still lingers and spreads fire through his body. His dick is is painfully hard now, which doesn't go unnoticed.       "And what do we have here?" Andrews asks, gripping Kevin's cock. The touch feels like too much and too little at the same time, and Kevin squirms, but he isn't sure if he wants to escape or beg for more.       A finger touches his rim and he stills completely.       "Yes?" Andrew asks – a last chance to stop.       That's the thing about Kevin – deep down, he really likes pleasing the omega.       After the permission from Kevin, a finger enters him swiftly, and he gasps at the stretch. He already feels full, so what will it be like to take a knot? The idea makes him shiver, from nerves and excitement.       While Kevin is being fingered, Neil is gripping the sheets, his knuckles white from the strain. His cock looks like it is painfully hard, and it probably takes everything in him to stay still. Kevin observes as a drop of precum beads at the tip, then trickles down the length to finally disappear in the hair surrounding the cock. The sight makes him salivate, and he follows his urge to take Neil into his mouth.       The other alpha groans as Kevin licks at the cock head, teasing at the slit. Neil thrusts into Kevin's mouth and Kevin chokes as the dick hits the back of his throat. Saliva drips from his lips as Neil's movements grow more erratic, Kevin's mouth becoming a nameless hole to fuck.                   Through it all, Andrew continues to finger Kevin's hole, spreading it wide to prepare it for a bigger insertion. He grazes Kevin's prostate, which makes the alpha see stars, his dick weeping with arousal.       It doesn't take long for Neil to reach his orgasm, the cock thrust to the hilt and spilling down Kevin's throat. Kevin chokes, coughing up some of the cum. When he tries to pull up, Neil grips his hair to hold him in place. Then, something starts to force his jaw open, and Kevin realizes with panic that it is a knot. Before he can do anything, it inflates more, just behind his teeth, so there is no way that he can ease it out of his mouth now. The knot feels enormous, his jaw at its limits trying to accommodate it. Cum is still flowing from the tip, so much that Kevin can't keep up in swallowing it all.       He chokes again, his lungs not getting enough air because of the big obstruction in his mouth. Stars dance in his vision and the room blackening at the corners of his vision, all the sounds around fading into one constant ringing in his ears.       A slap to his face jerk him back to reality. "Stop being a drama queen," Andrew says, though his voice sounds distant to Kevin's ears. "Breathe through your nose."       Kevin does just that and is relieved to notice that Neil has stopped cumming at some point. His head spins as he gets a whiff Neil's spicy scent of arousal which is overwhelming this close to the source. Fortunately for Kevin, Neil stays still and waits for his knot to deflate, his muscles tense from keeping himself in check.       "What a good puppy," Andrew says, his tone on the verge of mocking, "popping his first knot." Kevin doesn't see what Andrew does next, but it makes Neil purr in delight, the sound so out of character for the alpha. It rumbles deep in his chest in a rhythm that soothes some of Kevin's anxiety, and he closes his eyes, focusing on Neil's purr.       The knot deflates after a few minutes, but it doesn't mean that Kevin can rest. Neil is ready to go for another round, the hormones keeping him aroused for the duration of his rut. Andrew coaxes Neil to bury his cock in Kevin again, this time the omega guiding the length to Kevin's asshole.       The stretch brings tears to Kevin's eyes and he groans as Neil bottoms out. He can feel the other alpha shuddering, probably as overwhelmed by the experience as Kevin. They don't move for a minute, trying to get used to all of the sensations.       "Go on, puppy," Andrew says, breaking the silence. "Make another knot for me."       Neil doesn't need any more encouragement than that, fucking into Kevin in earnest, his cock rubbing Kevin's prostate with every thrust. Pleasure floods Kevin's system and he nearly sees stars when his hard dick is grabbed.       He needs to cum or he will actually die.       "I knew you are a bitch at heart," Andrew says, his sweet scent penetrating Kevin's nose. Kevin whimpers as the hand on his cock starts to move lazily, not enough to bring him over the edge but enough to keep him frustrated. When he tries to move his hips, the stimulation stops, which nearly makes him growl. At the last moment, he suppresses the urge because a second offense wouldn't be tolerated by the omega.       "Not yet," Andrew says, resuming the maddeningly slow strokes. Combined with Neil's hard thrusts, it is a wonder that Kevin hasn't orgasmed yet.       Andrew's other hand squeezes the nape of Kevin's neck lightly, the omega's scent wrapping around Kevin, a spicy note of arousal among the sweet ones. Kevin bares his throat to give better access to his neck, hoping to be scented by Andrew.       "Aren't you a sight." A finger strokes just under Kevin's scent gland, making him shiver in need. Andrew takes mercy and rubs his wrist on Kevin's neck, mixing their scents together, the gland tingling with pleasure.       Neil thrusts one last time before he orgasms, shuddering as he spills into Kevin's hole. The knot stretches Kevin's hole, and he flails as it grows, the feeling like there is a football lodged inside him. It didn't feel this big when he had it in his mouth, that's for sure. His stomach feels bloated from all the cum.       Andrew jerks Kevin off quickly, his movements no longer teasing. There is no chance for the alpha to resist, so it takes only a few seconds for him to reach his long-awaited orgasm, his vision whitening as he pops his own knot.       "For me?" Andrew asks and squeezes the knot, the sensation too much combined with the painful stretch in Kevin's rim.       Kevin must have blacked out for a while because when he comes to, he is lying on his side while Neil is pulling out of him carefully, his knot finally deflated. Cum trickles from Kevin hole and he can't even stop it, his hole gaping from the fucking he has received.       "Good job," Andrew says, ruffling Kevin's hair like a dog's. "I'll take it from here."       Despite having been made an absolute wreck, Kevin purrs.