Part of it had been fear, yes. He'd done everything he could to avoid needing an Alpha for all this time. Taken increasingly desperate measures to let himself hold onto the fragile sense of security he'd found living on his own. And all that had been stripped away in a moment leaving him vulnerable once again, perhaps more so than he'd ever been. It was terrifying. Even if he didn't believe Kent would be like the other Alpha's he'd been with, the memory wasn't something he could shake, especially not amid the heightened emotions of heat.
But part of it was also shame. Shame that had been engrained into him since it had been discovered that he couldn't have children, and to a lesser extent even before then. That he was a pathetic broken thing who couldn't even do the one thing Omegas were meant to do. That because of that he could never have a loving mate, and if he couldn't have a mate, he was nothing more than a whore, his only value determined by his willingness to provide a hole for an Alpha to fuck, basically on demand. That seeking pleasure and fulfillment for himself in the bedroom beyond serving an Alpha's needs made him weak, needy, dirty. That even lustful thoughts were a shameful thing, doubly so if they were about one already mated, regardless of his intent to act on them or not. They made him an intruder, a homewrecker, a thief, the worst sort of whore. All the names he called himself in his mind on a regular basis.
But lost as he currently was in the sensations of heat, those thoughts were, for the moment, driven from his mind. There was only his body's desperate need, and what he could do to fulfill it. But even then, some instinct had him seeking the comfort- or perhaps implicit permission- of Clark's presence, even as he trembled and panted from the aftermath of the Alpha's ministrations.
And Clark was there, a reassuring second scent, a second point of contact. Contact that both soothed the burning heat of his skin where they touched and excited him further. He wanted more. He wanted all they were willing to give. Now if he could just make his lips form the words to ask for it...
Then all of a sudden, Frank was picked up and moved again, though not far. Though he let out a whimper as the shift let Alpha's hand slip out of him, the shift into Clark's lap brought so much more contact, contact he needed nearly as badly as he needed to be fucked. He pressed back against Clark's chest, leaned into that secure hold. He wanted those strong hands all over him. "P-please...", he managed through panted breaths, "please touch me. I... I need..." He swallowed hard, unable to articulate anything beyond that just then.
And his attempts to do so weren't helped by Alpha moving back into his immediate field of view, now with his loose fitting pants stripped away, revealing his cock, already standing proud and fully erect. God, it was so big, even more so than Frank had guessed. Would he even be able to take all that without it being a bit painful? He found he couldn't wait to find out.
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His mate shifting Frank into his lap gave Clu the moment he needed to get his own pants off. Not that that took much effort, or that they were very restricting, but still, they needed to come off before they proceeded any further. He cast them aside with Franks discarded cloths for now and turned back to face Frank and his code brother on the couch.
And finding he very much appreciated the view. His mate held Frank in his lap, grinning cheekily up at him. Meanwhile Frank seemed understandably more focused on Clu's cock which by now telegraphed his interest very clearly, though he was also asking to just be touched in general. He didn't specify where, but Clu had a few good ideas.
"Yeah, go ahead and touch him a bit," he told his mate, grinning right back. "Maybe give his cock a little attention. Stroking his clit seems to really do the trick too." Clu, meanwhile stood in full view of them and began stroking his own cock with the hand still wet with Frank's slick. Giving them a bit of a show as he prompted them to do the same.
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But part of it was also shame. Shame that had been engrained into him since it had been discovered that he couldn't have children, and to a lesser extent even before then. That he was a pathetic broken thing who couldn't even do the one thing Omegas were meant to do. That because of that he could never have a loving mate, and if he couldn't have a mate, he was nothing more than a whore, his only value determined by his willingness to provide a hole for an Alpha to fuck, basically on demand. That seeking pleasure and fulfillment for himself in the bedroom beyond serving an Alpha's needs made him weak, needy, dirty. That even lustful thoughts were a shameful thing, doubly so if they were about one already mated, regardless of his intent to act on them or not. They made him an intruder, a homewrecker, a thief, the worst sort of whore. All the names he called himself in his mind on a regular basis.
But lost as he currently was in the sensations of heat, those thoughts were, for the moment, driven from his mind. There was only his body's desperate need, and what he could do to fulfill it. But even then, some instinct had him seeking the comfort- or perhaps implicit permission- of Clark's presence, even as he trembled and panted from the aftermath of the Alpha's ministrations.
And Clark was there, a reassuring second scent, a second point of contact. Contact that both soothed the burning heat of his skin where they touched and excited him further. He wanted more. He wanted all they were willing to give. Now if he could just make his lips form the words to ask for it...
Then all of a sudden, Frank was picked up and moved again, though not far. Though he let out a whimper as the shift let Alpha's hand slip out of him, the shift into Clark's lap brought so much more contact, contact he needed nearly as badly as he needed to be fucked. He pressed back against Clark's chest, leaned into that secure hold. He wanted those strong hands all over him. "P-please...", he managed through panted breaths, "please touch me. I... I need..." He swallowed hard, unable to articulate anything beyond that just then.
And his attempts to do so weren't helped by Alpha moving back into his immediate field of view, now with his loose fitting pants stripped away, revealing his cock, already standing proud and fully erect. God, it was so big, even more so than Frank had guessed. Would he even be able to take all that without it being a bit painful? He found he couldn't wait to find out.
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His mate shifting Frank into his lap gave Clu the moment he needed to get his own pants off. Not that that took much effort, or that they were very restricting, but still, they needed to come off before they proceeded any further. He cast them aside with Franks discarded cloths for now and turned back to face Frank and his code brother on the couch.
And finding he very much appreciated the view. His mate held Frank in his lap, grinning cheekily up at him. Meanwhile Frank seemed understandably more focused on Clu's cock which by now telegraphed his interest very clearly, though he was also asking to just be touched in general. He didn't specify where, but Clu had a few good ideas.
"Yeah, go ahead and touch him a bit," he told his mate, grinning right back. "Maybe give his cock a little attention. Stroking his clit seems to really do the trick too." Clu, meanwhile stood in full view of them and began stroking his own cock with the hand still wet with Frank's slick. Giving them a bit of a show as he prompted them to do the same.