Clu smirked languidly up at alpha, instincts gone serene and smug under gently spreading fatigue. His code-brother was giving him the grin of a cat with a mouthful of cream, sharp and entirely delighted, and still a touch disheveled with all their recent activity.
His code-brother who wanted everybody to know whose he was, who wanted to mark him for good and all.
Clu wanted that too. Felt it tug sharp in the hollow of his stomach, that growl prickling impossibly at needs he was too tired to have. "Oh, man, yeah. All yours." He flushed for the idea, curled his burning face into his code-brother's outstretched arm. "That is hot," mumbled like smoke into his skin. Then, louder, smiling broadly, "That is so hot. I would love that."
Shy he was not, but the words should be definite, while they were both still clear-headed.
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His code-brother who wanted everybody to know whose he was, who wanted to mark him for good and all.
Clu wanted that too. Felt it tug sharp in the hollow of his stomach, that growl prickling impossibly at needs he was too tired to have. "Oh, man, yeah. All yours." He flushed for the idea, curled his burning face into his code-brother's outstretched arm. "That is hot," mumbled like smoke into his skin. Then, louder, smiling broadly, "That is so hot. I would love that."
Shy he was not, but the words should be definite, while they were both still clear-headed.
"Please, alpha?" Sing-song, slow, eyes alight, "bite me."
He had to fight down an entirely unsexy yawn--that deep relaxation being the one downside of omega instincts singing home and safety. "I mean, soon."