It would have been very easy for Clark to take him in this position, yes. And in his current state, Frank didn't have it in him to refuse. But that wasn't what he'd asked for. And the fact that both Clark and Kent had listened to what he asked, that they cared what he wanted, and was something he wouldn't be forgetting any time soon after this.
Clark was so smooth, every bit of him that was touching him completely hairless, even around his cock that pressed tantalizingly against the small of Frank's back. And from what Frank could see, his mate was the same. It wasn't unheard of for Omegas to get hair removed, even in places beyond the usual, but it was a bit unusual for an Alpha, many of whom bore hairy chests and arms with pride as sign of their virility. But them being hairless from the neck down just gave Frank an unobstructed view and feel of every contour of their bodies which was just... amazing. It was hot and wonderful and made him want to see and feel more. All of it, every inch.
Frank wasn't especially hairy himself, but the way Clark ran his hands over his chest, teasing his fingers through the soft hair that was there as his hand slowly worked their way downward, and especially the way his wrists brushed over Frank's nipples made his breath hitch before escaping in a soft moan. He wanted to ask Clark to spend a bit more time on his nipples, but couldn't get the words out. And a moment later that particular desire was temporarily forgotten as Clark's teasing hands found his crotch.
Frank's panted breathing became intermixed with little half-moaned sounds of need as Clark teased his fingers around Frank's vagina and through the curls of air around it. Stroking over and around the slick surface, sometimes slipping in, but only enough to make him wants more. And all the time Clark was purring in Frank's ear, murmuring sweet words about how good he felt. "You too," he managed through panted breaths. "So good... ah! God... mmm!"
And then Clark's hand wrapped around his cock, and he didn't know whether it was just the angle or if it was something Clark was doing deliberately, but each stroke had his balls rubbing over his clit in the most delicious way that had his heated mind whirling as a familiar taut feeling began building inside him once again. Clark kissed the crest of his shoulder in a gentle mimic of an Alpha's bite, never stopping his stroking, commenting how much Alpha liked it. And indeed Kent seemed to be liking it very much if the sounds he made while stroking himself were any indication. Without the contact provided by Clark, watching Kent doing that would have been all but torturous, but as it was? As it was, it drew a sound out of him that he was fairly sure he'd never made before, somewhere between a moan and a cry and made of pure pleasure. If they kept up like this, he'd come again in no time...
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Watching his mate work on Frank was a new experience. And it was one Clu was loving. It wasn't like watching porn; to his eye nearly all of it felt too staged and contrived to be compelling. But this? This was real. Hot and sweaty and natural and freaking amazing, every sight, sound, and scent seemingly designed to go straight to his groin.
Under his brother's ministrations, Frank looked like he was going to come again any moment, and Clu found he couldn't just keep enjoying the show, however amazing it was, any longer. He wanted to participate. When Frank came next, he wanted to be inside him. Partly for his own pleasure and partly because Frank had to be nearing his limit; even heat could only ramp up a person's stamina so far, and given the intensity of Frank's it was probably exhausting. But he couldn't leave his mate feeling empty and left out either. Which meant, given the limited positions a sofa afforded them, that there was really only one good solution.
"Good... that's good," he said. "But it's my turn to get in there. Clark, I'm gonna need you to lay down on your back, with Frank facedown on top of you." He gave an eager, toothy grin. "We're gonna make ourselves a Frank sandwich."
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Clark was so smooth, every bit of him that was touching him completely hairless, even around his cock that pressed tantalizingly against the small of Frank's back. And from what Frank could see, his mate was the same. It wasn't unheard of for Omegas to get hair removed, even in places beyond the usual, but it was a bit unusual for an Alpha, many of whom bore hairy chests and arms with pride as sign of their virility. But them being hairless from the neck down just gave Frank an unobstructed view and feel of every contour of their bodies which was just... amazing. It was hot and wonderful and made him want to see and feel more. All of it, every inch.
Frank wasn't especially hairy himself, but the way Clark ran his hands over his chest, teasing his fingers through the soft hair that was there as his hand slowly worked their way downward, and especially the way his wrists brushed over Frank's nipples made his breath hitch before escaping in a soft moan. He wanted to ask Clark to spend a bit more time on his nipples, but couldn't get the words out. And a moment later that particular desire was temporarily forgotten as Clark's teasing hands found his crotch.
Frank's panted breathing became intermixed with little half-moaned sounds of need as Clark teased his fingers around Frank's vagina and through the curls of air around it. Stroking over and around the slick surface, sometimes slipping in, but only enough to make him wants more. And all the time Clark was purring in Frank's ear, murmuring sweet words about how good he felt. "You too," he managed through panted breaths. "So good... ah! God... mmm!"
And then Clark's hand wrapped around his cock, and he didn't know whether it was just the angle or if it was something Clark was doing deliberately, but each stroke had his balls rubbing over his clit in the most delicious way that had his heated mind whirling as a familiar taut feeling began building inside him once again. Clark kissed the crest of his shoulder in a gentle mimic of an Alpha's bite, never stopping his stroking, commenting how much Alpha liked it. And indeed Kent seemed to be liking it very much if the sounds he made while stroking himself were any indication. Without the contact provided by Clark, watching Kent doing that would have been all but torturous, but as it was? As it was, it drew a sound out of him that he was fairly sure he'd never made before, somewhere between a moan and a cry and made of pure pleasure. If they kept up like this, he'd come again in no time...
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Watching his mate work on Frank was a new experience. And it was one Clu was loving. It wasn't like watching porn; to his eye nearly all of it felt too staged and contrived to be compelling. But this? This was real. Hot and sweaty and natural and freaking amazing, every sight, sound, and scent seemingly designed to go straight to his groin.
Under his brother's ministrations, Frank looked like he was going to come again any moment, and Clu found he couldn't just keep enjoying the show, however amazing it was, any longer. He wanted to participate. When Frank came next, he wanted to be inside him. Partly for his own pleasure and partly because Frank had to be nearing his limit; even heat could only ramp up a person's stamina so far, and given the intensity of Frank's it was probably exhausting. But he couldn't leave his mate feeling empty and left out either. Which meant, given the limited positions a sofa afforded them, that there was really only one good solution.
"Good... that's good," he said. "But it's my turn to get in there. Clark, I'm gonna need you to lay down on your back, with Frank facedown on top of you." He gave an eager, toothy grin. "We're gonna make ourselves a Frank sandwich."