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“Damn, Big Blue.” Guy was staring right at Clark, looking at him up and down as they stood in the Hall of Justice. “You smell amazing.”
“Oh gee... thanks.” Clark wasn’t sure what to say, smiling shyly as he griped his cape, pulling it slightly to cover himself a little. It was embarrassing. Being the only omega in their group meant that every month he would smell a heck of a lot sweeter before disappearing for a few days during his heat.
He had agreed to meet up to discuss the Justice Gang covering Metropolis while he went into heat, but alone with the two alphas, he could feel his heat coming on fast. It was deep in his gut, an insatiable need to be filled, a low-burning desire oozing out in his very scent.
Everyone was always surprised to learn that Superman was an omega, and the Justice Gang had been no different when they had found out. Visually he went against all the usual stereotypes; Clark was taller and thicker than most alphas, which meant people would often be intimidated by his stature. Preferring instead to opt for a more conventional omega or being disappointed to find out he was not an alpha.
“Are you doing ok?" Mister Terrific’s voice took him out of his thoughts, causing him to quirk his lips at the resurging signs of his heat.
“Oh yeah, I’m used to it.” Clark smiled, trying his best to put the others at ease. This was his own discomfort, and he didn’t need to bother the two of them further. Now that they had lined out a patrol schedule for when he would be incapacitated due to his heat.
“Well, if you want to not be used to it, I wouldn’t say no to helping a fella out.” Clark could feel himself clench down below at the casualness of Guy’s offer, his resolve waning.
The two alphas were focused on him, no doubt with his scent filling up the room as he progressively got more into a frenzy.
“He’s right.” Terrific was as direct as ever. “It’s a fact that aiding the heat as soon as signs show leads to a quicker, more satisfactory heat.” Clark could feel his slick begin to drip, thankful that with his cape it wouldn’t show through his suit but knowing nothing would stop that telltale scent.
“So, what do you say? Want a hand?” There was a visible bulge in the front of Guy’s suit, and God, Clark needed this. He nodded his head in a quick frantic motion, hands still clutching on to his cape he held in his hands.
Guy was quick, immediately guiding Clark back so that he was laid on one of the more sizeable yellow couches that filled the hall. His large body easily took up the space, lying back on the plush material, mouth open and waiting.
His red boots were resting atop the yellow sofa, legs spread as Mister Terrific made quick work of his pants, pulling them until they pooled at his ankles. The sweet scent engulfed the room now exposed; his slick, dripping hole bared to the room.
“Fuck.” Guy’s mouth was watering as he watched Terrific move between Clark’s legs, resting them on his shoulders as he started to tongue at his entrance. Superman was taking over him completely, his scent heavy in the air while his moans echoed off the walls as Terrific’s tongue lapped up the slick that oozed from his hole.
Moving his hand down, Guy pulled out his own erection, guiding it to Superman’s mouth as he placed a comforting hand in his dark hair. He could feel the mouth around his length, suckling at his thickness while he watched Mister Terrific eat Clark out, fingerless gloved hands spreading his thighs to allow him to get deeper.
Now this was the type of teamwork he could get behind.
Guy thrusted himself deeper, allowing that greedy mouth to take more of his length, his fingers rubbing soothing circles into the omega’s hair. Feeling Superman’s moan vibrate against the cock in his mouth as Mister Terrific reached up to work the length of Clark’s cock, jerking it as he continued to fuck him on his tongue.
“Jesus Christ.” Guy could see the slick coating on Terrific’s mouth shine from the sunlight coming through the Hall’s windows, glossy against his skin. He was precise in his motions, knowing just how to slide his tongue to make the omega melt in his hands.
Clark was running his tongue over the thick head of Guy’s cock, wasting not a drop of precum, greedy in his desires. If Guy thought he smelt good earlier, it was nothing in comparison to how he smelt now.
Terrific slid a finger inside to join his tongue, using the digit to stimulate Clark’s prostate, moving easily with the slick to aid him in his pursuit. Superman was basically sobbing, both holes filled and ridiculously stimulated by the two alphas working his body in tandem.
“Please.” Superman held Guy’s length in his hand, removing it just so he could speak. “I need more.” Terrific knew exactly what he needed, watching Clark take Guy back into his mouth as he reached for his fly.
Clark took his length easily, his slick wet hole allowing the alpha to bottom out almost instantly. The resulting groan at being so filled caused Guy to let out a moan also, the feel of every verbal sounds from Clark vibrating deliciously against his length.
The two alphas were deep inside him; ginger pubes rested under his nose as Guy was deep in his throat, his whole body moving with each thrust of Terrific’s hips against him. The two of them working together, driven by pure desire and satisfaction at helping the omega through his heat.
At one point Guy held his arms up, expecting Terrific to meet him in a high five above Clark, only to be left hanging. The straight face of the other alpha showed that his Eiffel Tower fantasy was not going to happen today as he continued to thrust his hips into Superman. Shrugging Guy moved his hands back down, resuming their position on Clark’s head, fucking his mouth gently.
It didn’t take much longer until Superman could take no more, cumming between them as his hole clenched around Mister Terrific while Guy’s cock fell from his mouth. The two alphas continued. Terrific thrusted a few more times inside the tight heat while Guy took himself in hand and began jerking. Both finishing almost simultaneously, shooting inside Clark’s hole and open panting mouth, watching as he swallowed it all eagerly.
“Well, Big Blue. Feel better?” Clark was still catching his breath, head facing the ceiling, all three of them sweaty now in their exertion.
“Y-yeah, thank you both.” Mister Terrific had gotten up to grab a towel, cleaning Clark up now as he spoke.
“Hey. You don’t need to say anything. I’m just glad Guy and I could make you feel ok.”