Warm. He was so warm. Too warm, despite the building's air conditioning being at its usual levels that prompted people who spent much of the day sitting at their desks to bring their jackets or sweaters to work even when it was 90 degrees in the shade outside. He must be flushed beet red by this point, but found it difficult to care.
Found it difficult to care about anything but the way Clark moved against him, with him, the way his fingers worked their magic inside him. The way they seemed to pull heat downward from the rest of his body toward his groin where it pooled in his belly, coiling tighter with each stroke like a spring just waiting to be released. His traitorous body begged for that release, screamed for it, even if all that actually escaped his lips were whimpers as the spring wound ever tighter.
'You have no idea how hot you look right now,' Clark said, and Frank bit his lip again to hold back the moan of pure shameful lust that wanted to escape. Clark looked hot most every day. As did his brother and mate. And a few others in the office. But Clark and his brother most of all. And now Clark was on him, in him. Calling him 'angel'. The spring coiled tighter.
It occurred to him that he should probably move his hands. Kiss Clark's neck. Put in a bit of effort instead of just clinging to him and desperately riding his hand like the weak, needy thing he was. But he'd never been with another Omega, not like this. What would Clark even want him to do? He tried to find the ability to form words around panted breaths to try and ask...
And then Clark found his clit. The Alphas he'd been with rarely bothered with it; after all, he was there for their pleasure, not the other way around. But Clark must have one too because he seemingly knew exactly how to work it for maximum effect. Gentle at first- though even that prompted little half-panted noises of pure need- then harder and longer. The hot spring in his belly coiled tighter, tighter, until...
He caught a bit of Clark's shirt in his teeth, biting down hard, and burying his face in his shoulder to keep from crying out and giving them away as that tension abruptly released and he came hard, the orgasm rippling through his body, followed almost immediately by a second, smaller one. Neither was enough to drain his cock, nor let his clit stand down, but it did dissipate some of the fog from his mind, and lower his body temperature slightly.
"W-what are we going to do?", he managed around panted breaths, his voice still husky and a bit hoarse with need. "Can't... we can't stay here..."
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Found it difficult to care about anything but the way Clark moved against him, with him, the way his fingers worked their magic inside him. The way they seemed to pull heat downward from the rest of his body toward his groin where it pooled in his belly, coiling tighter with each stroke like a spring just waiting to be released. His traitorous body begged for that release, screamed for it, even if all that actually escaped his lips were whimpers as the spring wound ever tighter.
'You have no idea how hot you look right now,' Clark said, and Frank bit his lip again to hold back the moan of pure shameful lust that wanted to escape. Clark looked hot most every day. As did his brother and mate. And a few others in the office. But Clark and his brother most of all. And now Clark was on him, in him. Calling him 'angel'. The spring coiled tighter.
It occurred to him that he should probably move his hands. Kiss Clark's neck. Put in a bit of effort instead of just clinging to him and desperately riding his hand like the weak, needy thing he was. But he'd never been with another Omega, not like this. What would Clark even want him to do? He tried to find the ability to form words around panted breaths to try and ask...
And then Clark found his clit. The Alphas he'd been with rarely bothered with it; after all, he was there for their pleasure, not the other way around. But Clark must have one too because he seemingly knew exactly how to work it for maximum effect. Gentle at first- though even that prompted little half-panted noises of pure need- then harder and longer. The hot spring in his belly coiled tighter, tighter, until...
He caught a bit of Clark's shirt in his teeth, biting down hard, and burying his face in his shoulder to keep from crying out and giving them away as that tension abruptly released and he came hard, the orgasm rippling through his body, followed almost immediately by a second, smaller one. Neither was enough to drain his cock, nor let his clit stand down, but it did dissipate some of the fog from his mind, and lower his body temperature slightly.
"W-what are we going to do?", he managed around panted breaths, his voice still husky and a bit hoarse with need. "Can't... we can't stay here..."