Clu allowed his mate to lean on him for that brief moment, to soak up whatever reassurance he could from his scent and the contact. Would there need to be an explanation later? Absolutely. Likely more than one. But Frank's need was obvious, and he knew that his code brother wouldn't have put them into this situation if he didn't feel it was the right thing to do.
That, and he couldn't deny the core-deep instincts Frank's situation stirred in him. Worried as he was- Frank was far too warm, even for heat, and if they couldn't bring his temperature down a bit they may have to call for medical help-, in this world, he was very much an Alpha. And the sight, sound, and scent of Frank's desperation called him to both fuck and protect. Would it have been even more intense if he didn't already have a mate? No way to know, really.
All he did know was right then he was as grateful for his mate's presence ad his code-brother was for his; Alpha or no, this was more than a one man job. Once his mate had gotten Frank's shoes off, Clu used his foot to work Frank's pants and underwear the rest of the way off, kicking them out of the way near the foot of the couch. With any luck, Frank's shirt would be joining them momentarily. His socks could wait as they weren't in the way of anything.
Though speaking of clothes, his mate was asking a question. At any other time, he might have been more flippant, telling him he didn't need to ask, but given the situation, he felt it was best to keep things simple. "Yes," he said. "And you can take off any toys you've got on you too; don't think you're going to need them for awhile." And trusting that his code brother needed no further encouragement on that front, he turned his focus back to Frank for the moment, nudging his legs a bit further apart so he could really work his fingers in there. Hopefully an orgasm or two would bring Frank back to himself enough to at least be responsive.
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The Alpha was nudging his legs further apart; Frank spread them willingly and was rewarded by the Alpha's stroking fingers burying themselves even deeper into him. His pussy clutched desperately at them. It wasn't enough, not nearly enough, but anything to ease the pain of being so empty. He rode that hand like his life depended on it, grinding his hips into it with short, frantic twitches while the Alpha held him steady with his other hand.
But for all his frantic grinding, it was when the Alpha began stroking his clit with his thumb that he finally tipped over the edge, his panted whines and jumbled words broken by a ragged cry that was equal parts relief and desperation for more as an orgasm rippled through him. And more he got, because the Alpha didn't stop stroking, either with his fingers in his hole or his thumb on his clit and a moment later Frank came again.
It still wasn't enough, but it managed to stop the frantic piston motion of his hips for the moment as he panted trying to get his breath back. And it cleared the fog from his mind a bit, ending his muttering and turning the Alpha's voice from mere sound back into words. Words that were asking him to lift his arms so Alpha could get his shirt off.
"Y-yes, Alpha...", he managed, his voice unsteady and a bit hoarse from panting, and lifted his arms somewhat. The motion was a bit awkward, but Alpha managed to get a hold of it and pull it off, tossing it off to the side somewhere. Where, he didn't care. It just felt good to have it gone. He still felt so hot... And where was Clark? His dazed eyes darted around the room, looking for the other Omega; he could still smell him near by, so where...?
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That, and he couldn't deny the core-deep instincts Frank's situation stirred in him. Worried as he was- Frank was far too warm, even for heat, and if they couldn't bring his temperature down a bit they may have to call for medical help-, in this world, he was very much an Alpha. And the sight, sound, and scent of Frank's desperation called him to both fuck and protect. Would it have been even more intense if he didn't already have a mate? No way to know, really.
All he did know was right then he was as grateful for his mate's presence ad his code-brother was for his; Alpha or no, this was more than a one man job. Once his mate had gotten Frank's shoes off, Clu used his foot to work Frank's pants and underwear the rest of the way off, kicking them out of the way near the foot of the couch. With any luck, Frank's shirt would be joining them momentarily. His socks could wait as they weren't in the way of anything.
Though speaking of clothes, his mate was asking a question. At any other time, he might have been more flippant, telling him he didn't need to ask, but given the situation, he felt it was best to keep things simple. "Yes," he said. "And you can take off any toys you've got on you too; don't think you're going to need them for awhile." And trusting that his code brother needed no further encouragement on that front, he turned his focus back to Frank for the moment, nudging his legs a bit further apart so he could really work his fingers in there. Hopefully an orgasm or two would bring Frank back to himself enough to at least be responsive.
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The Alpha was nudging his legs further apart; Frank spread them willingly and was rewarded by the Alpha's stroking fingers burying themselves even deeper into him. His pussy clutched desperately at them. It wasn't enough, not nearly enough, but anything to ease the pain of being so empty. He rode that hand like his life depended on it, grinding his hips into it with short, frantic twitches while the Alpha held him steady with his other hand.
But for all his frantic grinding, it was when the Alpha began stroking his clit with his thumb that he finally tipped over the edge, his panted whines and jumbled words broken by a ragged cry that was equal parts relief and desperation for more as an orgasm rippled through him. And more he got, because the Alpha didn't stop stroking, either with his fingers in his hole or his thumb on his clit and a moment later Frank came again.
It still wasn't enough, but it managed to stop the frantic piston motion of his hips for the moment as he panted trying to get his breath back. And it cleared the fog from his mind a bit, ending his muttering and turning the Alpha's voice from mere sound back into words. Words that were asking him to lift his arms so Alpha could get his shirt off.
"Y-yes, Alpha...", he managed, his voice unsteady and a bit hoarse from panting, and lifted his arms somewhat. The motion was a bit awkward, but Alpha managed to get a hold of it and pull it off, tossing it off to the side somewhere. Where, he didn't care. It just felt good to have it gone. He still felt so hot... And where was Clark? His dazed eyes darted around the room, looking for the other Omega; he could still smell him near by, so where...?