It was physically impossible for there to be a bulge there from this. Anatomy simply didn't work that way. But God, right now, Frank could believe it, so stuffed full was he. And yet it would be tighter still when he was knotted. Just the thought of it and he clenched eagerly around Alpha's cock. He wanted to move, to hasten that glorious moment, but...
Still. Hold still. Submit to your Alpha. You're just a hole to be fucked after all. Take what you're given and be grateful.
...but he couldn't.
But there was Clark too. Caressing him, calling him 'angel', saying how good he was being. How good he was making his Alpha feel.
Clark's Alpha, not yours. Taking pity on a heated little whore. You'll never have this. Never be wanted for more than your hole.
God he was so full. Kent above him and in him, hot and hard and strong, Clark below him, hot and hard and gentle. Him between them, stretched taut and trembling, hot and needy.
Then Clark caught his cock in his hand and all thought vanished for a moment. But no, he wasn't stroking him off, he was guiding him to, to... God, Clark was so hot and slick. With Clark's help and a bit of instinct he slipped in, that slick heat surrounding him as he panted.
"It... so much..." he managed. Almost too much. Was this really how Alpha felt? He wasn't nearly as tight a fit, but he was in to the hilt. Clark's cock all but pressed between them. Connected as they were going to get. "What... what now?"
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"Now," Clu, AKA Kent said, "now we move, together. Follow my lead." He pulled partway out of Frank, then pushed back in, guiding his hips to do the same with one hand, the other gripping the back of the couch to steady them. It was deliciously torturous to go so slow, but it was necessary to get a rhythm going. Out, in. Out, in. A wave motion traveling between their hips. Each slow thrust felt a bit more natural, an bit more in sync. Which was good.
Because he didn't know how long he could keep holding back. Frank was so tight around him. He could feel the urgency building, tightening in his gut, throbbing through his groin. It wouldn't be long til his knot would begin to swell. And he doubted he'd be able to control himself after that.
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Still. Hold still. Submit to your Alpha. You're just a hole to be fucked after all. Take what you're given and be grateful.
...but he couldn't.
But there was Clark too. Caressing him, calling him 'angel', saying how good he was being. How good he was making his Alpha feel.
Clark's Alpha, not yours. Taking pity on a heated little whore. You'll never have this. Never be wanted for more than your hole.
God he was so full. Kent above him and in him, hot and hard and strong, Clark below him, hot and hard and gentle. Him between them, stretched taut and trembling, hot and needy.
Then Clark caught his cock in his hand and all thought vanished for a moment. But no, he wasn't stroking him off, he was guiding him to, to... God, Clark was so hot and slick. With Clark's help and a bit of instinct he slipped in, that slick heat surrounding him as he panted.
"It... so much..." he managed. Almost too much. Was this really how Alpha felt? He wasn't nearly as tight a fit, but he was in to the hilt. Clark's cock all but pressed between them. Connected as they were going to get. "What... what now?"
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"Now," Clu, AKA Kent said, "now we move, together. Follow my lead." He pulled partway out of Frank, then pushed back in, guiding his hips to do the same with one hand, the other gripping the back of the couch to steady them. It was deliciously torturous to go so slow, but it was necessary to get a rhythm going. Out, in. Out, in. A wave motion traveling between their hips. Each slow thrust felt a bit more natural, an bit more in sync. Which was good.
Because he didn't know how long he could keep holding back. Frank was so tight around him. He could feel the urgency building, tightening in his gut, throbbing through his groin. It wouldn't be long til his knot would begin to swell. And he doubted he'd be able to control himself after that.