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Being a kept omega wasn’t an easy task.
Severus was a busy man with many obligations, juggling two partners and his own job as a potioneer was often difficult. He was just an omega trying to survive this crazy and hectic world.
During the week his days started at seven in the morning. If he woke up earlier, his body still remembering the long days of work and hunger, he would stay in bed, warm under the covers until it was time. Then he would get up, put his slippers and robe on and go downstairs.
Wheezy would be waiting for him downstairs with his breakfast on the table.
He was neither an utterly well-off man or a useless one, he didn’t need or want a domestic elf but one of his Alphas had kindly lend him one of his. Even with his reticence, he could admit the elf was quite useful and a surprising good company.
She didn’t tend to his house full time, mostly prepared his meals and tidy up the house while he was gone.
He didn’t allow her to do more than that, preferring to keep his privacy but appreciated it nonetheless.
His breakfast tended to be big, after all his days were quite busy and he needed the energy. Beans, eggs, black pudding, toast and, of course, coffee. He preferred coffee in the mornings instead of tea. He would read The Official Potion-Maker’s Quarterly or The Prophet, to keep up with the newest discoveries or gossip.
After his hefty breakfast he would change and around eight thirty would start with his work. Depending on the day he would work on different projects. As an external consultant of the Potter Potionerie he would be task to fix or improve products, some mediocre and others directly unsaleable. He would receive royalties for any potion recipe he worked on and any product he developed, which had increased the contents of his vault by quite a big margin.
Then he had his commissions, a select group of patrons would contract him to prepare specific potions they couldn’t get any other place. His reputations preceded him and thanks to his new found wealth he could be quite picky with his lot.
Lastly there were his personal projects, some born out of curiosity, others out of opportunity. He enjoyed them the most, to be able to work freely, to feed his insatiable hunger for knowledge, it filled him with an indescribable joy.
He worked diligently until midday and stopped for a light lunch. Sometimes Wheezy had to fetch him if he lost way too into a project.
After lunch he would either continue working or go to the Diagon Ally to get more ingredients. Sometimes he had to dip into his old habits and go to the Knockturn Alley. The truth was, you couldn’t find black asphodel root powder in a normal store, only true hags had the good stuff.
He finished his work around tea time.
If he was at home, he would either have tea with one of his alphas, if any of them were available, or with Wheezy, the little thing seemed obsessed with feeding him.
She brewed a wonderful tea though.
Sometimes he would have tea with Narcisa and Lucius. They were good company and always had the latest gossip. You would be surprise how nasty and unhinge the pureblood circles could be.
After tea he would spend some time reading by the fire before dinner.
He usually tried to dine lightly, it was bad for his health to go to sleep with a heavy stomach, but it was quite delightful to be able to go to bed without the painful bite of hunger.
When his Alphas stayed, they would curl on the couch and enjoy the other’s company.
If the floor had a cushioning charm, it was between him and God.
Weekends were a different breed.
Again, he was just one omega trying to please his partners, doing his best. What if he stayed in bed until mid-morning? What if he ended up so sore he could barely walk? What if he let them pet him, bath him and pamper him? He was just a man.
Everything started on Friday night.
His Alphas were very busy during the week, especially in these turbulent times. They didn’t have time to play with him, it could be so lonely.
That’s why he had to give his all during the weekends.
At four sharp he would release Wheezy after she finished “stocking supplies”, to his utter dismay, and prepare himself for a long weekend.
He would bath, using a mixture of salts and oils he had carefully curated. Since he had started his relationship with his Alphas, he had started to take care of himself. He used to scoff at his classmates complicated and excessive care routines, but now, being more economically stable, he had found a new appreciation for them. His skin was softer now, his hair shiny, less greasy, his skin glowing. It felt… good to be able to take care of himself. To be soft.
Then he would make sure he was… clean enough, putting in a little helping tool to keep him loose. It was surprising the number of toys he had collected.
After that he would slip into his night robes and open a bottle of wine. Red wine was his favourite.
His Alphas would arrive right for dinner time. They would shower him with compliments and sweet touches. They never played before dinner.
He would preen under their attention, just a little, he didn’t want to feed their egos too much.
After dinner they would retire to the living room to “chat” and have some wine. To be honest they actually chatted about their days and their projects, they had some conversations before… eating dessert. They weren’t savages.
That happened after the second glass of wine usually.
Some could think that his age would be his advantage, after all he was a young, healthy, or as healthy as he could be after years of privations and poverty, omega and his lovers were into their fifties with all the aliments in carried. That was not the case.
Fleamont, his lovely lion, was passionate, strong, with a dash of bruteness that made his knees weak. He could easily bend him over the couch and call him precious at the same time. He could laugh and pepper his face with kisses while speared him with his cock. He had quite a lot of stamina, he had to give him that.
And his Orion, his sweet shy star, was so dedicated, exploring every inch of his body, marking him. Oh, the marks, the claim, violets and camellias blooming on his skin. Strong hands holding him down.
How much Severus loved when his hands held him down, when they caressed his hair, when they pushed his head down for him to take and take until his throat hurt and he couldn’t breathe.
Sometimes they would take turns, making a pause between their passionate love making to take a sip of wine, just to wet their tongues, before they continue with the siege, with the conquer of his whole.
Once or twice, he had blacked out, especially at the beginning of their relationship, but now, with more experience and quite a few more pounds on, he could survive their encounters. Barely.
How powerful his Alphas could be.
Saturday mornings started late and quiet, the omega safely tucked in between his lovers. They would enjoy a late breakfast in bed, airy pastries, fruit and tea, all prepared by their dear Wheezy.
But not all was relaxation, he still had work to do. He had to engage with his Alphas, entertain them, listen to their worries and cavillations. He was attentive, caring, comforting but not saccharine. He was clear on his advice and direct on his opinions, he didn’t sugar coat or dulled his tongue just to protect their egos. It was a careful dance, one he excelled at.
They would spend Saturday and part of Sunday together, secluded in the little cottage that was his and only his, until the sun started to set and both men had to abandon him once more to return to their ancient family homes.
Fleamont would ask him about his current projects, offering advice and even brewing by his side, overcome by a sudden excitement that made him look younger.
Orion would play chess with him and talk about his newest discoveries in arithmancy, his favourite subject, his usually collected and sombre mood lifting, his voice rising, the mask of Lord Black cracking. For a few hours he was free.
Severus treasured these moments, these parts of his lovers that they only shared with him.
By the evening of Sunday, they would leave, kissing him sweetly, promising to be back soon.
And like that, his week would start once again, his work never ending. Being a kept omega wasn’t easy, Severus was a very busy man with many obligations, but still he prevailed.