Clu wanted more. Clu always wanted more. But this was all he needed--watching Frank squirm and whimper, knowing those harsh, trapped gasps of intense pleasure were because of him, because of the burn building in his wrist where he tugged out trapped, stifled panting. Frank wriggled openmouthed against the wall, flushed with need and straining after quiet.
Because of him.
Frank's thighs snapped closed over his knee, squeezed down into the joint as he rippled on Clu's hand. Frank bit into his shirt and pressed so close, curled frantic, so tight together Clu felt that face, practically burned into his shoulder.
Relief surged over his fingers, slick and wet and
"Good," he purred, "That's it. Let it out."
No way Frank heard him, caught abruptly in a second, smaller loop that had a marvelous grin bright on his face, like the sun split through a thunderhead.
Clu wanted to see that face again. To get Frank to make it again.
Clu simply held them both in place until he was sure Frank could stand, then gently withdrew, first where they were most intimately entangled, then gradually arms and legs and all. The dance of straightening up was enough to show him that his new friend was still very much raring to go--but it would be less urgent, now, if only a little, and only for a little while.
That bought them time. Time and room to maneuver. Poor angel had a point, though: they could not stay here.
"I've got the car," said Clu, thinking out loud. Using statements and options, not questions, which could introduce demand and harsh the afterglow. "I'm parked in H, so, we can go for a drive, and you can stay with me--"
He would like that. Not least because it was his code-brother's day off. But really it came down to what Frank wanted: after their basic safety, that was most important.
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Because of him.
Frank's thighs snapped closed over his knee, squeezed down into the joint as he rippled on Clu's hand. Frank bit into his shirt and pressed so close, curled frantic, so tight together Clu felt that face, practically burned into his shoulder.
Relief surged over his fingers, slick and wet and
"Good," he purred, "That's it. Let it out."
No way Frank heard him, caught abruptly in a second, smaller loop that had a marvelous grin bright on his face, like the sun split through a thunderhead.
Clu wanted to see that face again. To get Frank to make it again.
Clu simply held them both in place until he was sure Frank could stand, then gently withdrew, first where they were most intimately entangled, then gradually arms and legs and all. The dance of straightening up was enough to show him that his new friend was still very much raring to go--but it would be less urgent, now, if only a little, and only for a little while.
That bought them time. Time and room to maneuver. Poor angel had a point, though: they could not stay here.
"I've got the car," said Clu, thinking out loud. Using statements and options, not questions, which could introduce demand and harsh the afterglow. "I'm parked in H, so, we can go for a drive, and you can stay with me--"
He would like that. Not least because it was his code-brother's day off. But really it came down to what Frank wanted: after their basic safety, that was most important.
"Or, I can drive you home?"