Frank nodded as Clark detailed their escape plan, such as it was, to show he knew where he needed to be, at least until they reached the stairs. Watched as he splayed his keys through his fingers like knives or claws. Not a bad idea, really, and Frank hoped he'd be able to remember it later. Right now though he had to keep all his focus on the present, and on keeping a semblance of control of his traitorous body.
He followed Clark down the hall, and couldn't help but notice how confident he looked. Tall and strong, his stride full of purpose... It was almost Alpha-like. Though the glittering golden glow around him had to be his heated imagination fueled by a few too many romantic anime series. Though Clark looked every bit the dashing romantic hero, Frank knew he wasn't bring swept away by his true love for a tryst amidst the cherry blossoms. A broken, pathetic omega like him would never have that. This was a shamefaced escape born out of necessity.
Though it was still better to focus on his ridiculous fantasies than on the way his increasingly wet underwear rubbed against him as he walked. Or how his cock was hard enough to make keeping up with Clark's slightly longer stride a bit difficult. Or the fear that every Alpha in the building could smell him and would be on them in seconds.
Somehow though, they managed to get to the car without incident. He got in and buckled himself in, though the lap belt he shifted as high as it would go because having it across his hips was just... no. Being in the locked car managed to banish most of the fear; the trickiest hurdle had been overcome. But that didn't mean he was out of the woods. No, far from it.
He gripped the edges of the seat as they started off, trying to focus on taking deep, even breaths. He had to keep some semblance of control. But even that just brought him more of Clark's scent and the lingering traces of Kent's from whenever he'd last been in the car. In the confined space, even those traces of Alpha scent were a lot.
He couldn't focus on what Clark was saying on the phone. Couldn't focus on anything but the way his entire groin was throbbing, seemingly more intensely with each passing moment. His cock felt like it was trying to burst the zipper on his jeans. His clit was a quivering spike of need, and his pussy.... His pussy was so empty it ached, and he knew that would get worse the longer it took to fill it. He squirmed in his seat; that almost made things worse, his wet underwear sliding against him in ways that were just obscene, but he couldn't help himself.
And he was so warm. Almost hot despite the car's air conditioning. He prayed it wouldn't take long to reach their destination. When he looked up as Clark addressed him, his eyes were somewhat unfocused and had that feverish look again. "I'm... managing," he said. "Just hope... hope it's not too far..."
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He followed Clark down the hall, and couldn't help but notice how confident he looked. Tall and strong, his stride full of purpose... It was almost Alpha-like. Though the glittering golden glow around him had to be his heated imagination fueled by a few too many romantic anime series. Though Clark looked every bit the dashing romantic hero, Frank knew he wasn't bring swept away by his true love for a tryst amidst the cherry blossoms. A broken, pathetic omega like him would never have that. This was a shamefaced escape born out of necessity.
Though it was still better to focus on his ridiculous fantasies than on the way his increasingly wet underwear rubbed against him as he walked. Or how his cock was hard enough to make keeping up with Clark's slightly longer stride a bit difficult. Or the fear that every Alpha in the building could smell him and would be on them in seconds.
Somehow though, they managed to get to the car without incident. He got in and buckled himself in, though the lap belt he shifted as high as it would go because having it across his hips was just... no. Being in the locked car managed to banish most of the fear; the trickiest hurdle had been overcome. But that didn't mean he was out of the woods. No, far from it.
He gripped the edges of the seat as they started off, trying to focus on taking deep, even breaths. He had to keep some semblance of control. But even that just brought him more of Clark's scent and the lingering traces of Kent's from whenever he'd last been in the car. In the confined space, even those traces of Alpha scent were a lot.
He couldn't focus on what Clark was saying on the phone. Couldn't focus on anything but the way his entire groin was throbbing, seemingly more intensely with each passing moment. His cock felt like it was trying to burst the zipper on his jeans. His clit was a quivering spike of need, and his pussy.... His pussy was so empty it ached, and he knew that would get worse the longer it took to fill it. He squirmed in his seat; that almost made things worse, his wet underwear sliding against him in ways that were just obscene, but he couldn't help himself.
And he was so warm. Almost hot despite the car's air conditioning. He prayed it wouldn't take long to reach their destination. When he looked up as Clark addressed him, his eyes were somewhat unfocused and had that feverish look again. "I'm... managing," he said. "Just hope... hope it's not too far..."