It was relief. More relief than he'd allowed himself in years, but not enough. Not nearly enough. He had to fight he weak, traitorous body's urge to chase after Clark's touch as he pulled away; his vagina already felt noticeably empty again without his fingers in there working it, and his engorged clit was practically quivering for more of Clark's magic touch. But they couldn't. Not here. They had to get... somewhere else. Somewhere safer.
It was that thought alone that gave him the will to button and zip his fly back up. God, he was so hard... Confining it and the rest of his groin further was the absolute last thing he wanted to do just then. But the other option was to potentially have his dick escape the confines of his underwear or for his jeans to fall down in the process of making their escape, and neither was something he could allow.
"Car... car is good," he said. He knew both brothers also had motorcycles that they sometimes rode to and from work, but Frank had never ridden one and had less than no desire to try for the first time while in his current state. Just the thought of the engine vibrating between his legs... He'd cause them to crash and likely die within minutes. He made himself focus on what Clark was saying rather than the way his pussy clenched at empty air at the idea of those delicious, dangerous vibrations, pushing out a fresh wave of slick. God, he was such a needy little whore...
"W-we can take the stairs down," he said. They were only three floors up and that way there would be no danger of being trapped in a confined box with anyone else, even for a short time, like there would be with an elevator. He'd still need Clark to guide him to the car though, and before that through the proper door to most easily access the parking lots. Frank himself took the bus to work, so didn't know the layout of the parking garage as well as he might.
He hastily grabbed his keys from the desk with faintly trembling hands; extenuating circumstances or not, if he lost those, it would absolutely cost him his job and that was a risk he couldn't take. But at Clark's next words he looked up at him, confused. "But... you don't know where I..." ...Oh. Oh. Realization dawned. He wasn't talking about Frank's apartment, but his own home. The one he shared with his brother and mate and where said Alpha almost certainly was even then.
Fear warred with need. Clark had been kind to him, yes, but his brother was an Alpha; who knew how he would react to his mate bringing him a strange Omega and expecting his help? But something in his weak, needy body surged at the thought of being with an Alpha again, his mind flashing an image of Kent's package, tempting him with the thought of the big, Alpha cock that must be hidden in there. How it would feel to have it filling him, knotting him... His groin began to throb, and a pang of emptiness rippled from his pussy. He truly hated his body just then.
But he nodded, drawing a deep, shaky breath to try and make himself focus. "He... your mate.... you'll need to tell him we're coming..."
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It was that thought alone that gave him the will to button and zip his fly back up. God, he was so hard... Confining it and the rest of his groin further was the absolute last thing he wanted to do just then. But the other option was to potentially have his dick escape the confines of his underwear or for his jeans to fall down in the process of making their escape, and neither was something he could allow.
"Car... car is good," he said. He knew both brothers also had motorcycles that they sometimes rode to and from work, but Frank had never ridden one and had less than no desire to try for the first time while in his current state. Just the thought of the engine vibrating between his legs... He'd cause them to crash and likely die within minutes. He made himself focus on what Clark was saying rather than the way his pussy clenched at empty air at the idea of those delicious, dangerous vibrations, pushing out a fresh wave of slick. God, he was such a needy little whore...
"W-we can take the stairs down," he said. They were only three floors up and that way there would be no danger of being trapped in a confined box with anyone else, even for a short time, like there would be with an elevator. He'd still need Clark to guide him to the car though, and before that through the proper door to most easily access the parking lots. Frank himself took the bus to work, so didn't know the layout of the parking garage as well as he might.
He hastily grabbed his keys from the desk with faintly trembling hands; extenuating circumstances or not, if he lost those, it would absolutely cost him his job and that was a risk he couldn't take. But at Clark's next words he looked up at him, confused. "But... you don't know where I..." ...Oh. Oh. Realization dawned. He wasn't talking about Frank's apartment, but his own home. The one he shared with his brother and mate and where said Alpha almost certainly was even then.
Fear warred with need. Clark had been kind to him, yes, but his brother was an Alpha; who knew how he would react to his mate bringing him a strange Omega and expecting his help? But something in his weak, needy body surged at the thought of being with an Alpha again, his mind flashing an image of Kent's package, tempting him with the thought of the big, Alpha cock that must be hidden in there. How it would feel to have it filling him, knotting him... His groin began to throb, and a pang of emptiness rippled from his pussy. He truly hated his body just then.
But he nodded, drawing a deep, shaky breath to try and make himself focus. "He... your mate.... you'll need to tell him we're coming..."