Oh man, I can see them both as Alphas and good ones too! Kolivan a little older and in better control of his manly alpha urges. (But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have the stamina because he definitely does) Shiro on the younger side and just a little more animal about the things he wants from their shared omega. (Lets say that omegas are few and far between in space so sharing isn’t that unheard of)

(Fair warning, my know how of ABO dynamics aren’t great, but you said eating out as opposed to blowing so I’m gonna assume that omegas have female genatalia regardless of what gender they identify as?? So, I guess that means AFAB language?)

Most Alphas take what they want and go. That’s kind of the life of a space-faring omega. It’s what Lance signed up for when he became a ‘companion’ on the ship. For every three Alphas on the ship there’s one omega and their only job is to satisfy their assigned Alphas.

Lance got lucky and got picked by the top Alphas on the ship. The advisor Kolivan and ship Captain Shiro. Handsome duo. One older and the other closer to his own age. Respectful and polite which is different for Lance but he’s not complaining. In fact, he’s doing the furthest thing from complaining at the moment.

Most Alphas only go to their omegas when their rut starts. That or the omega’s heat. Otherwise they barely talk and just go about their duties on the ship. But these two–are different. After satisfying that urge there’s no ‘thanks see ya later’. They stay and nuzzle into his neck, breathe him in, pet his hair. Sweet things he’s not accustomed to.

And then there’s the other thing.

They care about his satisfaction too. If they can’t get him off during their romp, afterwards one will hold him while the other eats him out. Tongue sliding against swollen lips, tasting and sucking his–

“F-Fuck, oh gods, there–!” Lance mewls just as Shiro hits the spot.

“Put your fingers in him too, Shirogane,” Kolivan tells him.

He’s holding Lance to his body back to chest. Kolivan thumbs over his nipples and nibbles gently at Lance’s shoulders and neck making Lance gasp. Teeth at his neck make him feel like submitting and his legs fall open a little wider in need. The scent of a desperate omega fills the air and both Alphas breathe him in hungrily. They will go again tonight but not until their omega is happy too.

Shiro slips his fingers inside Lance. Hot and slick with wet. He continues lapping and flicking his tongue over Lance’s most sensitive spots and massages until Lance’s body is shaking. His chest feels…oh…this again. All the stimulation has him lactating again. Happens once in a blue moon, especially after a heat. Kolivan smears fingers with his milk and sucks it off with a sigh.

“You produce so much,” Kolivan comments.

It’s true. Already a thin river of it is gliding down his body on the opposite side towards Shiro between his legs.

“You’ll make a fine child bearer one day,” he adds, licking his fingers. “Able to feed so many kits,” he whispers. “Perhaps even…ours.”

“K-Kolivan…Shiro–!” Lance keens.