After the issues that had surround his code brother's first few heats, Clu had made a point of doing thorough research regarding both heat and rut, and was now- among other things- much more aware of the signs of an impending one. Thus, when he started to display many of the symptoms of an oncoming rut cycle- unusual restlessness, irritability, inability to focus, unusual cravings for high protein foods, feeling unusually warm, and finding normal clothing suddenly more uncomfortable or restricting- he made sure to quickly make arrangements with both his omega and their workplace. There would be no getting caught off guard and having to deal with issues afterwards this time.
Thus, when Clu laid down to try and catch a nap, he expected to wake up with a massive boner. And his expectations were proven right; he was awakened both by feeling far too warm, even under a light sheet and by the fact that he was painfully hard, his cock throbbing out a second heartbeat. What he hadn't quite expected or been prepared for was the almost desperate urgency and core-deep need that accompanied his arousal. He wasn't just horny; he needed to fuck right now.
Specifically, he needed to fuck an omega right now. His omega. He could scent him and knew that his omega could certainly scent him too, especially in this state. Was the scent of his Alpha in rut getting him turned on too? Clu hoped so, because he wasn't in the mood for a lot of foreplay right then.
He was hard enough that getting up was difficult, and he groaned as the assistance of gravity pulling more blood downward seemed to make his cock throb even harder somehow, but a moment later he was stalking- and yes stalking was the only word for it- down the hall. Tracking the scent of his omega, in hopes of sating a desire just as primal as hunger.
Clu1's first rut + the mating bite
Thus, when Clu laid down to try and catch a nap, he expected to wake up with a massive boner. And his expectations were proven right; he was awakened both by feeling far too warm, even under a light sheet and by the fact that he was painfully hard, his cock throbbing out a second heartbeat. What he hadn't quite expected or been prepared for was the almost desperate urgency and core-deep need that accompanied his arousal. He wasn't just horny; he needed to fuck right now.
Specifically, he needed to fuck an omega right now. His omega. He could scent him and knew that his omega could certainly scent him too, especially in this state. Was the scent of his Alpha in rut getting him turned on too? Clu hoped so, because he wasn't in the mood for a lot of foreplay right then.
He was hard enough that getting up was difficult, and he groaned as the assistance of gravity pulling more blood downward seemed to make his cock throb even harder somehow, but a moment later he was stalking- and yes stalking was the only word for it- down the hall. Tracking the scent of his omega, in hopes of sating a desire just as primal as hunger.