Frank bore down on his hand with a needy, stifled whimper, and Clu pulled a deep, steadying breath, but did not stop and did not slow down, setting firm quick strokes in search of a rhythm.
He had a goal in front of him. He knew that heat only backed off--even only the tiniest, ineffective fraction--for that finish, the one that florid supermarket novels called the little death, the thing nobody in the best videos could spell. The blissful oblivion that murmured to an omega's deepest hindbrain that none of alpha's seed would get away, not after that.
Frank needed to come, and Clu was going to give it to him.
But he had to take it easy. If Frank screamed for him--no matter how much he suddenly wanted that, if it happened, it was game over. Concrete echoed like hell, and no crappy office door would hold in years of yearning, and Clu had left it unlocked. A chill climbed his back and did nothing to settle his growing excitement or their admitted predicament. Because with them both--like this--and doing their scent thing--it wouldn't really matter if the door was locked or not. Not to a pack of alphas.
Bad position. They'd have to get out of here quick. Just as soon as Frank hit nirvana: Clu had to plot them an exit, and luckily, he had some idea. A scenario was already mapping itself out in his mind. He did hope their newly-gained trust would hold out for the whole idea, though that remained to be seen.
But right here, right now, was all for Frank. Centered in what he needed. Helping him feel good, maybe even knocking his body temperature down a little. He was going sleek and red, hot enough to suggest sunburn, and Clu kept them aligned as much as possible, kept him pressed to the wall. Frank might want that stability; all of his skin would want pressure, held firm in Clu's grip.
And he'd wanted, foolish, to show Frank it was okay--that he did not mind this at all, that they'd be as safe and satisfied as Clu could make them both.
Frank gasped for him and bit his lip to hold the rest in, a bright flash of teeth on plush flesh that Clu took out on the other omega with his fingers instead of the kiss he burned to give; Frank's response for that idea had been, outright shock, and Clark would not push even invited.
"You have no idea," Clu hummed, "how hot you look right now."
Because Frank did, both in terms of the sheer flush of heat and with those wide, dark eyes gleaming at Clu, deep and vulnerable. He clearly struggled with the notion for a second, or maybe the reasoning behind it, but in the end--
Frank nodded his head. Permission granted.
The way he sort of wriggled, side-to-side on Clu's hand, when he found his way in, the way warm slick eased against his fingers as they moved, had him stifling a noise of his own.
The angle, and indeed their whole position, kept Clu from getting his other hand involved, and so he moved his knee higher, kept Frank angled forward slightly so that every time he bottomed out on Clu's hand, his trapped manhood slid, drawn up snug in his own clothing, balls pushed nearly flush against the crease of Clu's hip.
Hips that Clu nudged him with, encouraging, even as his thumb worked in search of the eager wet bud that had poked at his hand through the briefs. Clu shuddered, his tight slacks filled all the way out. He would not be coming back from that sight, not for the duration. Whatever Frank might think, he and his code-brother weren't quite a textbook mated pair. There wasn't just a ring on his finger.
There. There. There it was, pert clit almost poking him in his effort to find it.
"Perfect," rough, half a growl. "C'mere, angel."
Clu wasn't nearly as coy as his code-brother could be, not as good a tease, too impatient by half. But he'd tried all the settings on his own hardware, so he started gentle at first. Slow tugs like he was trying to roll the tip upward, just a light touch every few short strokes. By the time Frank was rolling his hips on Clu's hand, he simply closed his thumb and fingers down and held Frank in place on the downstroke. Every time they reached bottom, Frank was all the way caught, nowhere to go but higher.
Clu just hoped it was enough.
After all, the rest of his plan...meant getting them both someone else's help.
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He had a goal in front of him. He knew that heat only backed off--even only the tiniest, ineffective fraction--for that finish, the one that florid supermarket novels called the little death, the thing nobody in the best videos could spell. The blissful oblivion that murmured to an omega's deepest hindbrain that none of alpha's seed would get away, not after that.
Frank needed to come, and Clu was going to give it to him.
But he had to take it easy. If Frank screamed for him--no matter how much he suddenly wanted that, if it happened, it was game over. Concrete echoed like hell, and no crappy office door would hold in years of yearning, and Clu had left it unlocked. A chill climbed his back and did nothing to settle his growing excitement or their admitted predicament. Because with them both--like this--and doing their scent thing--it wouldn't really matter if the door was locked or not. Not to a pack of alphas.
Bad position. They'd have to get out of here quick. Just as soon as Frank hit nirvana: Clu had to plot them an exit, and luckily, he had some idea. A scenario was already mapping itself out in his mind. He did hope their newly-gained trust would hold out for the whole idea, though that remained to be seen.
But right here, right now, was all for Frank. Centered in what he needed. Helping him feel good, maybe even knocking his body temperature down a little. He was going sleek and red, hot enough to suggest sunburn, and Clu kept them aligned as much as possible, kept him pressed to the wall. Frank might want that stability; all of his skin would want pressure, held firm in Clu's grip.
And he'd wanted, foolish, to show Frank it was okay--that he did not mind this at all, that they'd be as safe and satisfied as Clu could make them both.
Frank gasped for him and bit his lip to hold the rest in, a bright flash of teeth on plush flesh that Clu took out on the other omega with his fingers instead of the kiss he burned to give; Frank's response for that idea had been, outright shock, and Clark would not push even invited.
"You have no idea," Clu hummed, "how hot you look right now."
Because Frank did, both in terms of the sheer flush of heat and with those wide, dark eyes gleaming at Clu, deep and vulnerable. He clearly struggled with the notion for a second, or maybe the reasoning behind it, but in the end--
Frank nodded his head. Permission granted.
The way he sort of wriggled, side-to-side on Clu's hand, when he found his way in, the way warm slick eased against his fingers as they moved, had him stifling a noise of his own.
The angle, and indeed their whole position, kept Clu from getting his other hand involved, and so he moved his knee higher, kept Frank angled forward slightly so that every time he bottomed out on Clu's hand, his trapped manhood slid, drawn up snug in his own clothing, balls pushed nearly flush against the crease of Clu's hip.
Hips that Clu nudged him with, encouraging, even as his thumb worked in search of the eager wet bud that had poked at his hand through the briefs. Clu shuddered, his tight slacks filled all the way out. He would not be coming back from that sight, not for the duration. Whatever Frank might think, he and his code-brother weren't quite a textbook mated pair. There wasn't just a ring on his finger.
There. There. There it was, pert clit almost poking him in his effort to find it.
"Perfect," rough, half a growl. "C'mere, angel."
Clu wasn't nearly as coy as his code-brother could be, not as good a tease, too impatient by half. But he'd tried all the settings on his own hardware, so he started gentle at first. Slow tugs like he was trying to roll the tip upward, just a light touch every few short strokes. By the time Frank was rolling his hips on Clu's hand, he simply closed his thumb and fingers down and held Frank in place on the downstroke. Every time they reached bottom, Frank was all the way caught, nowhere to go but higher.
Clu just hoped it was enough.
After all, the rest of his plan...meant getting them both someone else's help.