Frank shuddered under his hand, shivering with his whole torso, all rich heated skin that invited stroking fingers, whether he could truly feel alpha there or not. Clu had an eyeful of the way Frank pulled even tighter, trembling slick and red where he clutched down on his code-brother. Frank panted for him, for them, openmouthed in realization where he was caught. He gasped out sudden understanding for the tightened loop of Clu's own hand. Frank slid right into him, and Clu lifted his hips, all slick hot acceptance. His code-brother had coupled him thoroughly, and often, and so now he was a nice, comfortable fit.
They were both omegas: there was no resistance in him for Frank to meet. There was no imperative, no push for submission, only the intimate warmth of a nest fully shared. He'd drawn the foundling omega into his home, his mate, and now himself. He had bodily accepted Frank and freely drew them together, reached over Frank's slim hip and pulled them as tight together as they would go. Fully seated.
Yes! It was so good he almost came. Yes, here was connection, here was union, here was--
Frank almost rigid, his hands clenched in on themselves, and that prickled like static at Clu's overclocking brain: he was missing something, or had miscalculated something. He could tell. And he could guess what, could map how, just based on the near-panic that had driven Frank into their arms.
But his instincts took this as show him how much you like it.
Clu let out an utterly shameful sound, worked his hips in a slow, solid circle upward with a grunt of effort: he was too ready to really get a grip, too slick and hot to hold Frank fast, all of him designed for access and built to make it easy. He clutched close, working with a deliberate inward tug, part instinct and all hunger. Bucked a little for that overheated length tucked tight as he could, slender but firm and swollen almost desperately hot, held rigid inside him.
The purr grumbled up between them, bright and loud, a dying hard drive ache jarring in his throat.
"Angel," it was as close to a growl as he was getting in this position. It buzzed the backs of his teeth. "Help me out here. You want more? Or you need me to let go? Show me."
He could disconnect. It would take--oh--all his beautiful time in the terrible cage, but it could be done.
Whatever Frank needed, he was ready to give. He was entirely ready to yield. To another omega, and it was sparking--just the tiniest alignment crisis in him--which itself might drag him over that first edge.
Not because he didn't want to give over, but because he did. He really did.
"Yeah," softly, all air, all the breath he had left, beside Frank's neck. Either way. Any which way. Everything for Frank.
After all, he still had to get down there, tighter and lower yet beneath them both, if he was going to taste the other's soft skin as he'd promised. Kiss and lick and encourage, help Frank grow fit to nurse.
Older than time, a need not all his own, as deep and desperate as it was natural. This was how to make a proper nest. And for it to take, he needed to help them both. His mate, and Frank. Because they both needed to help his mate in turn.
"You heard alpha--" Offering again, with a last, slow, perfect circle of his hips. "Let's move."
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They were both omegas: there was no resistance in him for Frank to meet. There was no imperative, no push for submission, only the intimate warmth of a nest fully shared. He'd drawn the foundling omega into his home, his mate, and now himself. He had bodily accepted Frank and freely drew them together, reached over Frank's slim hip and pulled them as tight together as they would go. Fully seated.
Yes! It was so good he almost came. Yes, here was connection, here was union, here was--
Frank almost rigid, his hands clenched in on themselves, and that prickled like static at Clu's overclocking brain: he was missing something, or had miscalculated something. He could tell. And he could guess what, could map how, just based on the near-panic that had driven Frank into their arms.
But his instincts took this as show him how much you like it.
Clu let out an utterly shameful sound, worked his hips in a slow, solid circle upward with a grunt of effort: he was too ready to really get a grip, too slick and hot to hold Frank fast, all of him designed for access and built to make it easy. He clutched close, working with a deliberate inward tug, part instinct and all hunger. Bucked a little for that overheated length tucked tight as he could, slender but firm and swollen almost desperately hot, held rigid inside him.
The purr grumbled up between them, bright and loud, a dying hard drive ache jarring in his throat.
"Angel," it was as close to a growl as he was getting in this position. It buzzed the backs of his teeth. "Help me out here. You want more? Or you need me to let go? Show me."
He could disconnect. It would take--oh--all his beautiful time in the terrible cage, but it could be done.
Whatever Frank needed, he was ready to give. He was entirely ready to yield. To another omega, and it was sparking--just the tiniest alignment crisis in him--which itself might drag him over that first edge.
Not because he didn't want to give over, but because he did. He really did.
"Yeah," softly, all air, all the breath he had left, beside Frank's neck. Either way. Any which way. Everything for Frank.
After all, he still had to get down there, tighter and lower yet beneath them both, if he was going to taste the other's soft skin as he'd promised. Kiss and lick and encourage, help Frank grow fit to nurse.
Older than time, a need not all his own, as deep and desperate as it was natural. This was how to make a proper nest. And for it to take, he needed to help them both. His mate, and Frank. Because they both needed to help his mate in turn.
"You heard alpha--" Offering again, with a last, slow, perfect circle of his hips. "Let's move."