Alphas and Omegas were, of course, as individual as anyone else, despite their sometimes problematic biology and society's expectations of them. Clu did his best to remain open and approachable to anyone, to make sure that other Alphas didn't feel he was knowingly encroaching on their territory, and that betas and Omegas knew he was a safe person to be around, and to turn to if they needed help. More than once he'd been asked to walk lone betas or Omegas to their cars after a late night at the office. Thankfully most times it had only been a reassurance, or at most a precaution, but there was that one time he'd had to head off a young woman's asshole of an ex. It was the only time he could recall deliberately bringing his Alpha aggression to the fore, complete with baring teeth, actually growling, and getting in the man's face with a snarled 'Back. Off.', that had very much had the desired effect, causing much of the color to drain from the man's face and sending him fleeing.
He had suggested she file a police report, but wasn't sure whether she had or not. But according to her, the man had left town a week or two later. Good riddance in his opinion; it was creeps like him who gave some Alphas a bad name. Alphas were meant to protect and provide, not just throw their weight around. To provide stability and security when and Omega was most vulnerable, not to coerce or oppress.
And stability and security were definitely what was needed now. Frank much more obviously so, but he could tell his mate was being swept up in that sugar-scented tornado too and needed bringing somewhat back down to Earth at least for now. He was very glad he was wearing the loose fitting lounge pants though; the scent of Omega desperation pouring off of Frank was rapidly getting him hard, helped along by his mate using those muscles of his like that. The occasions he got to do so were relatively few, but Clu always appreciated it they did occur.
With his brother's manhandling and his own guidance, it wasn't long before their legs found the edge of the couch. He steadied them to make sure they didn't fall- yet- and kissed thee back of his mate's neck with a rumble of gratitude before letting go enough to slip around the opposite side of Frank, leaving him loosely sandwiched between them. None of this stilled his frantic movements, but Clu slipping a hand between them and all but catching Frank's crotch mid-motion certainly did. He twitched in a somewhat different way then, until Clu rumble in his ear, "Easy, easy... we've got you... we're going to take care of you."
And suiting actions to words, he slipped his other hand in to undo Frank's fly, then pushed both his jeans and underwear down enough that gravity did most of the rest of the work, leaving them pooled awkwardly around his ankles. But there was nothing awkward about the motions of his hands, Steadying Frank with one arm, he slid the opposite hand between Frank's legs and slip a couple fingers in his pussy. Frank's knees buckled on almost the first stroke and the steadying arm proved quite necessary.
"I've got him," he assured his code brother. "I'm gonna need you to get his shoes off so we can get these off the rest of the way." And once his mate released Frank from the bear hug, Clu guided him down to somewhat sit on the couch to allow his brother to do just that.
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Frank caught more of the tone of Clark's reassurances than the words, and was only somewhat conscious of being moved. Was only somewhat aware he himself was speaking, and has no idea what he was saying or what it might reveal. In fact he was unaware of anything other than the desperate need pounding from his throbbing groin, burning through his blood with every heartbeat.
Then the Alpha all but caught him by the crotch and he momentarily twitched to stillness, partly out of desire and partly out of delirious fear, but that was quickly washed away as the Alpha's scent enveloped him, his voice- so like Clark's, and yet carrying added weight to it- rumbling in his ear. Having Alpha's hands near his crotch was almost too much to bear until his jeans were undone and sliding down along with his underwear, allowing his cock to spring free and causing him to let out a whine of mingled relieve and need. On one hand his desperately twitching cock was at last free, but on the other, his groin being exposed to air only served make the emptiness of his hips seem even worse.
Until suddenly he was at last no longer empty, his knees buckling with a mix of surprise and desperate eagerness as the Alpha's fingers slipped into his pussy. He was only somewhat aware of his shift in position as he tried desperately to ride that hand, his pussy clutching at the stroking fingers, but soon his weight was off his feet. The Alpha was bending over him, saying things that Frank once again didn't quite catch due to a combination of his heat-muddled senses and his own half panted whines. He was so close to coming, to being able to release at least a bit of the tension coiled within him... if only he could spread his legs a bit more to give the Alpha proper access....
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He had suggested she file a police report, but wasn't sure whether she had or not. But according to her, the man had left town a week or two later. Good riddance in his opinion; it was creeps like him who gave some Alphas a bad name. Alphas were meant to protect and provide, not just throw their weight around. To provide stability and security when and Omega was most vulnerable, not to coerce or oppress.
And stability and security were definitely what was needed now. Frank much more obviously so, but he could tell his mate was being swept up in that sugar-scented tornado too and needed bringing somewhat back down to Earth at least for now. He was very glad he was wearing the loose fitting lounge pants though; the scent of Omega desperation pouring off of Frank was rapidly getting him hard, helped along by his mate using those muscles of his like that. The occasions he got to do so were relatively few, but Clu always appreciated it they did occur.
With his brother's manhandling and his own guidance, it wasn't long before their legs found the edge of the couch. He steadied them to make sure they didn't fall- yet- and kissed thee back of his mate's neck with a rumble of gratitude before letting go enough to slip around the opposite side of Frank, leaving him loosely sandwiched between them. None of this stilled his frantic movements, but Clu slipping a hand between them and all but catching Frank's crotch mid-motion certainly did. He twitched in a somewhat different way then, until Clu rumble in his ear, "Easy, easy... we've got you... we're going to take care of you."
And suiting actions to words, he slipped his other hand in to undo Frank's fly, then pushed both his jeans and underwear down enough that gravity did most of the rest of the work, leaving them pooled awkwardly around his ankles. But there was nothing awkward about the motions of his hands, Steadying Frank with one arm, he slid the opposite hand between Frank's legs and slip a couple fingers in his pussy. Frank's knees buckled on almost the first stroke and the steadying arm proved quite necessary.
"I've got him," he assured his code brother. "I'm gonna need you to get his shoes off so we can get these off the rest of the way." And once his mate released Frank from the bear hug, Clu guided him down to somewhat sit on the couch to allow his brother to do just that.
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Frank caught more of the tone of Clark's reassurances than the words, and was only somewhat conscious of being moved. Was only somewhat aware he himself was speaking, and has no idea what he was saying or what it might reveal. In fact he was unaware of anything other than the desperate need pounding from his throbbing groin, burning through his blood with every heartbeat.
Then the Alpha all but caught him by the crotch and he momentarily twitched to stillness, partly out of desire and partly out of delirious fear, but that was quickly washed away as the Alpha's scent enveloped him, his voice- so like Clark's, and yet carrying added weight to it- rumbling in his ear. Having Alpha's hands near his crotch was almost too much to bear until his jeans were undone and sliding down along with his underwear, allowing his cock to spring free and causing him to let out a whine of mingled relieve and need. On one hand his desperately twitching cock was at last free, but on the other, his groin being exposed to air only served make the emptiness of his hips seem even worse.
Until suddenly he was at last no longer empty, his knees buckling with a mix of surprise and desperate eagerness as the Alpha's fingers slipped into his pussy. He was only somewhat aware of his shift in position as he tried desperately to ride that hand, his pussy clutching at the stroking fingers, but soon his weight was off his feet. The Alpha was bending over him, saying things that Frank once again didn't quite catch due to a combination of his heat-muddled senses and his own half panted whines. He was so close to coming, to being able to release at least a bit of the tension coiled within him... if only he could spread his legs a bit more to give the Alpha proper access....