I keep my hand where he put it. “You choose. We follow.”
Jude’s breath catches once. Hollis' hand tightens at his waist, then eases when Jude glances down. It’s a small correction, made before anyone has to say anything, and Jude’s expression shifts when he sees it.
“Please,” Jude whispers, brushing his lips over mine.
The absolute honor our Omega is giving me isn’t lost on me. I reach between us, watching Jude’s face the whole time. He doesn’t look away. His breath catches when I press one finger inside his slick hole, but he doesn’t tense up. He just breathes through it, one hand still braced on my shoulder, the other holding onto Hollis’ wrist like an anchor.
“Tell me if you need me to stop,” I say.
Jude shakes his head. “Don’t stop.”
I work him open slowly, adding a second finger when he starts rocking down onto my hand. His forehead drops to rest against mine. Behind him, Hollis' purr deepens, and I feel the vibration travel through Jude’s body and into mine, where we’re pressed together.
“You’re doing so well,” I tell him, voice low. “Taking it so nicely for us.”
Jude makes a soft, embarrassed sound and pushes harder onto my fingers. I crook them just right and he gasps, his hips jerking forward as he soaks my palm with slick. Hollis’ free hand comes up to steady him at the waist, but he doesn’t pull. He just holds him there, letting Jude move how he wants.
When Jude starts pushing back onto three of my fingers with needy little rolls of his hips, I pull my hand away. He makes a quiet, frustrated sound that goes straight through me that has me lining up against his hole.
Jude braces both hands on my shoulders and sinks forward onto me in one slow, careful motion. His mouth falls open as I fill him, and I have to grit my teeth against the tight, perfect heat of him.
“Fuck,” he breathes.
I hold still once he’s fully seated, letting him adjust. Hollis is pressed right up against his back now, chest to Jude’s spine, arms loosely around his waist. Jude rocks forward slowly, taking what he needs. Every time he rocks forward, I meet him with a small thrust upward, and the sound he makes is wrecked. Hollis stays with him the whole time, rocking gently against his back in time with our movements, his mouth brushing the side of Jude’s neck.
“You feel so good,” I tell Jude, my voice rough. “So tight around me. You’re perfect like this.”
Jude’s hands tighten on my shoulders, his eyes glassy as his lips part. He’s not trying to hide how much he’s feeling anymore.Every time I praise him, his body responds, clenching around me, his hips stuttering, a soft sound slipping out of his throat.
Hollis' mouth drags along the curve of Jude’s shoulder, Jude shivering between us.
I keep talking to him. “That’s it. Take what you need. We’ve got you.”
Jude’s rhythm starts to falter. His thighs are shaking. I can feel him getting close, the way he clenches around me, the way his breathing turns sharp and desperate. Hollis' arms tighten around his waist, holding him steady while he falls apart.
“Come for us,” I say, and thrust up harder. “Let go, Jude.”
He breaks with a soft, broken cry, coming untouched between us. His whole body locks up around me, and I follow him over the edge with a low groan, spilling deep inside him.
Jude slumps forward against my chest, shaking and panting. I wrap one arm around his back and hold him there while he comes down, pressing kisses to his temple and the corner of his eye.
Hollis is still hard behind him. I can feel the tension in his body, the way he’s holding himself back even as his purr stays steady against Jude’s spine. After a moment, Jude shifts, still full of me, and reaches back to touch Hollis' thigh.
“Hollis,” he says, voice hoarse. “You too.”
Hollis makes a low, wanting sound but doesn’t move until I nod. I slide out of Jude carefully. He makes a soft, oversensitive sound at the loss, but doesn’t pull away. Hollis' hands are gentle as he guides Jude backward, helping him stay balanced while I move out from under him. Then Hollis is there, pressing against Jude’s back, cock sliding through the mess I left behind.
Jude gasps, forehead dropping to my shoulder as Hollis fills him. Hollis rocks into him in long, deep strokes that make Jude’s breath catch every time. One of Hollis’ arms stays wrappedaround Jude’s waist while the other braces on the bed beside his head.
I kiss Jude through it, swallowing the small sounds he makes every time Hollis bottoms out. Hollis’ mouth stays at Jude’s shoulder, his lips dragging over skin, teeth carefully absent.
Jude tenses anyway. Hollis stills immediately. His voice is rough but steady when he speaks against Jude’s skin. “I’m not biting. I promise. Just… kissing. That’s all.”
Jude relaxes by degrees and Hollis starts moving again, slower now. Every thrust pushes some of my come out around his cock, making everything messier, slicker as my own length pushes between Jude’s thighs. Jude is shaking between us, overwhelmed and overstimulated, but he doesn’t ask Hollis to stop. If anything, he pushes back into him, meeting every slow roll of Hollis' hips.
I feel Hollis’ knot swell against my tip as it slides through the mess, one more thrust pushing his knot up into Jude’s ass. Jude makes a broken sound when the knot finally catches, stretching him wide. Hollis buries his face in Jude’s shoulder and groans, as the knot locks inside him.
Jude comes again with a soft, shocked cry, clenching tight around Hollis' knot. The feeling drags Hollis over the edge with him. Hollis comes with a deep, rumbling sound that vibrates through his chest and into Jude’s back, the bond between Hollis and I vibrating with satisfaction.
