tanks4thememory

Frank tasted good, and he kissed back with an open, eager curl of his tongue. Clu hummed his appreciation into their met mouths, slanting his lips to draw them closer, bucking his hips to rub them together, and only backing off to let angel breathe a little. Frank traced his ribs with gentle strokes, hot hands perching almost delicately on his hips with the slightest pert squeeze.

Clu sighed rapturously for him, for the hungry, half-breathless way that Frank could only moan his agreement. For--

Both.

He hadn't networked in--oh, forever--being exclusive with his code-brother long before they'd landed here. They completed each other's edges in a way that made perfect sense, fit together as though made that way originally, one glorious unit. And now Clu had a chance to share that connection.

"Yeah," was his sage pronouncement, unimaginably wise. "Oh, man, yeah--" Tapping another pert kiss to Frank's cheek, grinning big. "We've got you."

Frank helped him curl back and kissed his throat in tender gratitude, gentle and hot and just shy of his mating bite. Clu groaned for him outright. Neck kisses were a particular weakness of his and the soft, feather-light way Frank's hot lips had brushed him jolted straight down his body.

He bit his lip to hold in a whimper and slid back against the arm of the couch, pushing down beneath Frank so they could align, his own wider hips driving Frank's knees apart just that little bit more, even with Frank already tilted upward and splayed wide, presenting to alpha with a sway.

Frank nodded and swallowed hard for alpha's question, and then Clu's mate shifted his hips, knees drawing indents in the couch that Clu could feel, dragging all of them that little bit closer. Alpha growled his pleasure hot in Frank's ear, scent gone sharp with anticipation, and coaxed the smaller omega to open inch by inch, drawing out deep, hitching gasps with the tip of his dick. Clu could mostly hear and smell alpha, but he had a near-perfect view of Frank's receptivity, the flush in his skin, the juncture of his legs shiny with slick, folds gone bright red and trembling where he strained to adjust, all the rest of him lifting tighter against his belly. Even going slow, even being careful, he was narrower all over and it made for gradual, deliberate progress.

A shiver twitched all the way up Frank's torso as he gasped, breath pushed out of him by alpha nudging fully seated at last. Frank made shapes but not sounds with his face, eyes blown wide and shining, lips parted in broad, speechless wonder.

He was stuffed tight. All full of Clu's mate.

Clu reached for him with a whine, turned his hand flat to stroke Frank's stomach with gentle reverence. He knew, he knew it was fantasy--overheated omega neurons working overtime--but. He swore he could feel a bulge, a ripple in the muscle just there, where alpha was tucked all the way in.

"You," he hummed, "are doing so good, angel. So nice and full." It came out in a rumble. "Alpha must feel pretty good right now."

He hadn't thought he could make any more slick, but there it was in a clench of desire.

He had to get his hips higher, meet Frank halfway, and that meant folding his legs back tight, wide as he could go from here. Getting his other hand moving between and below them, Clu used himself to get that hand nice and wet. He was pushed up against himself, cock head twitching against his bellybutton and he had to stop moving, pausing with a shiver to keep from losing his whole stack right there.

Because they weren't all the way together yet. There was no way to get the eye contact from here, but Clu nodded for his mate anyway, sharp, eager.

"Yes, alpha." He couldn't hold back a moan.

Clu reached up and tugged Frank's cock into his slick, tight grasp, avoiding the sensitive tip. Clu caught him firm and pumped, making sure he was nice and slicked up.

"I wanna, oh--" he panted, "I'm gonna help you feel exactly what he's feeling."

And Clu guided Frank down with a lift of his hips, helping him breach with a shudder.