Frank hardly resisted Clu at all. Their struggle was driven mainly by the obstinate primal sway of his body, the push pull pendulum drive of empty hips that punched sharp little gasps out of Frank, who was still panting,
"I'm sorry, I'll be good; please--" between soft whines of agonized need.
Frank was way beyond whatever help he could've dished out alone, and well past anything an omega could give him. Frank was flat out of it, half somewhere else with the pain, and Clu shuddered with a sympathy he dared not stop moving for.
Clu sagged against his code-brother's arms for just a moment in the face of it, just--relying on the support. Leaning into that sense of safety, that deep reassurance of alpha scent and his mate's protective strength. Clu knew he hadn't really prepared him at all for this, knew that it wasn't really fair, and worried that maybe it wouldn't be okay, but.
Weren't they always trying to do the right thing? Clu couldn't just leave the guy there, and hadn't. Didn't. Instead murmured,
"I'm here;" into Frank's hair, and "I know, shh, I know," feeling nonsensical, but with Frank's hips trying valiantly to tilt them both horizontal, those soothing little noises were all Clu had the bandwidth for.
Clu straightened his back, not missing the way his brother fitted close behind him: that growing interest nudged him gently in the small of his spine, hardly constrained at all by the soft lounge pants. Clu was regretting wearing leggings for at least the millionth time today. They were fun, especially when he was outfitted underneath them like this, and sure, they made everyone look twice. They were also tight, and thin, and broadcast every least little touch. And thanks to his own choice of gear, right now he had nowhere to go but up.
An hour ago he'd been oblivious, wrapped in Kyle-thoughts and nothing but angry. Now the only angry bits of him were between his legs.
But Frank needed him. Alpha needed him. Clu let out one single explosive breath and got on with things.
Between his muscles and his brother's sure, steadying grip they all three made it to the couch, just alongside it in a loose embrace that kept Frank supported in the middle.
His brother was leaner all over than he was, but carved solid. It was the trim, elegant power of a guy in the twilight of his twenties or just a little later, who swam laps and flirted with eating organic. Add to that the slight boost his alpha nature had gently coaxed forth as they'd settled into their new lives--
Clu bit his lip, unable to hold down a hum of interest. Hell yeah. Of course Frank wanted in on that!
And Frank looked so good there, braced against his mate, slender hips trying to nudge alpha's drawstrings down, slight and vulnerable in a way that tugged at a lot more than Clu's heart.
When his mate gripped Frank and Frank went still, Clu didn't quite wince, a sharp all-over bolt of want that wasn't good or bad, just, powerful.
His brother poured calm certainty in Frank's ear and all but peeled him out of those terrible, confining wet clothes. Slid his hands forward and parted Frank's legs, Frank helping him do it, hilted his fingers and kept Frank vertical with the other arm.
They were not about to be defeated by a pair of sneakers.
"Yes," quick and easy, "alpha."
Clu knelt, getting down there with only the slightest hitch, because bending in half while sitting was--more torture than he wanted, an hour in under the influence. Because he had an incredible view in this position as Frank splayed his legs to help alpha get to him, cock forked an angry red above open glory, swelled almost puffy, glistening with sweet slick, clit standing up proud as a new pearl.
"We'll get these off," inane, babbling almost to himself. "They've gotta come off."
Meaningless. Ridiculous. Anything to keep his mouth busy with just words.
He had never unlaced anything so fast in his life, tucking the shoes smartly under the coffee table with agonized aplomb, safely out of their way.
He rose with a hiss, straining until he gathered his control, and locked a burning gaze on his mate. Because they weren't intense lifestylers by any means, and they weren't in scene, but right now he found he needed the stability of a familiar form.
"Alpha," soft, raw with the work for composure, "may I please undress?"
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"I'm sorry, I'll be good; please--" between soft whines of agonized need.
Frank was way beyond whatever help he could've dished out alone, and well past anything an omega could give him. Frank was flat out of it, half somewhere else with the pain, and Clu shuddered with a sympathy he dared not stop moving for.
Clu sagged against his code-brother's arms for just a moment in the face of it, just--relying on the support. Leaning into that sense of safety, that deep reassurance of alpha scent and his mate's protective strength. Clu knew he hadn't really prepared him at all for this, knew that it wasn't really fair, and worried that maybe it wouldn't be okay, but.
Weren't they always trying to do the right thing? Clu couldn't just leave the guy there, and hadn't. Didn't. Instead murmured,
"I'm here;" into Frank's hair, and "I know, shh, I know," feeling nonsensical, but with Frank's hips trying valiantly to tilt them both horizontal, those soothing little noises were all Clu had the bandwidth for.
Clu straightened his back, not missing the way his brother fitted close behind him: that growing interest nudged him gently in the small of his spine, hardly constrained at all by the soft lounge pants. Clu was regretting wearing leggings for at least the millionth time today. They were fun, especially when he was outfitted underneath them like this, and sure, they made everyone look twice. They were also tight, and thin, and broadcast every least little touch. And thanks to his own choice of gear, right now he had nowhere to go but up.
An hour ago he'd been oblivious, wrapped in Kyle-thoughts and nothing but angry. Now the only angry bits of him were between his legs.
But Frank needed him. Alpha needed him. Clu let out one single explosive breath and got on with things.
Between his muscles and his brother's sure, steadying grip they all three made it to the couch, just alongside it in a loose embrace that kept Frank supported in the middle.
His brother was leaner all over than he was, but carved solid. It was the trim, elegant power of a guy in the twilight of his twenties or just a little later, who swam laps and flirted with eating organic. Add to that the slight boost his alpha nature had gently coaxed forth as they'd settled into their new lives--
Clu bit his lip, unable to hold down a hum of interest. Hell yeah. Of course Frank wanted in on that!
And Frank looked so good there, braced against his mate, slender hips trying to nudge alpha's drawstrings down, slight and vulnerable in a way that tugged at a lot more than Clu's heart.
When his mate gripped Frank and Frank went still, Clu didn't quite wince, a sharp all-over bolt of want that wasn't good or bad, just, powerful.
His brother poured calm certainty in Frank's ear and all but peeled him out of those terrible, confining wet clothes. Slid his hands forward and parted Frank's legs, Frank helping him do it, hilted his fingers and kept Frank vertical with the other arm.
They were not about to be defeated by a pair of sneakers.
"Yes," quick and easy, "alpha."
Clu knelt, getting down there with only the slightest hitch, because bending in half while sitting was--more torture than he wanted, an hour in under the influence. Because he had an incredible view in this position as Frank splayed his legs to help alpha get to him, cock forked an angry red above open glory, swelled almost puffy, glistening with sweet slick, clit standing up proud as a new pearl.
"We'll get these off," inane, babbling almost to himself. "They've gotta come off."
Meaningless. Ridiculous. Anything to keep his mouth busy with just words.
He had never unlaced anything so fast in his life, tucking the shoes smartly under the coffee table with agonized aplomb, safely out of their way.
He rose with a hiss, straining until he gathered his control, and locked a burning gaze on his mate. Because they weren't intense lifestylers by any means, and they weren't in scene, but right now he found he needed the stability of a familiar form.
"Alpha," soft, raw with the work for composure, "may I please undress?"