tanks4thememory | Two heads are better than one

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Two heads are better than one

Who: Clu1 and Clu 2 (a_perfect_end)

Where: Their User world abode and possibly other places

When: Some undetermined time post Legacy and after this thread

What: ABO sexytimes and maybe other things; a Clu on Clu catchall

Warnings: VERY NSFW. Multiple kinks, ABO related warnings, sorta incest depending how you view programs from the same User, basically enter at your own risk if you're not into that sort of thing

The life and times- and sexytimes of Clus One and Two in the ABO universe, collected here for the sake of convenience and avoiding page clutter. Multiple scenarios, lots of fun. Mostly of the NSFW variety.

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It was starting to get good. Clu was feeling pretty great, applying himself hands-on in firm steady circles that had all of him starting to sit up, flushed. He thought maybe he heard something, but also, oh, that was the best, right there, and alpha's scent through everything just made him shiver eagerly.

His code-brother's long, low growl bolted down his spine and pooled hot in the base of it.

He rolled over with a hum, curious--

And scrambled back on the bed, almost without thinking. Not to get away, but to try and take in the sight of alpha bearing down on him with all of that, straining vertical and flushed dark in a way that had to ache a little. In a way that made him throb in anticipation.

Clu hissed his sympathy, pulled it into a low, soft rumble. Poor alpha. He could fix that, tenting his legs further apart with a bright, broad grin.

"C'mere, man."

Edited (g r i n grin) 2021-01-21 03:51 (UTC)

The way his omega scrambled back a bit from his presence was gratifying in a way Clu didn't expect. There was no fear there, not really but the fact that his mere presence could produce such an instinctive reaction brought an unusually toothy smile to his face and rumbling growl up from his throat.

At the moment though, he was starting to ache more than a little, the scent of his code brother's readiness being all the invitation that he needed. Though the way his omega spread his legs like that certainly didn't hurt matters either. Part of him was tempted to pounce on his code-brother, but he retained enough presence of mind to get into the bed more normally. He did crawl up along the bed into position though, prowling forward over his omega's body until they were suitably aligned.

Hands pinning his code brother's shoulders in place, he pushed his cock into his slick pussy, beginning to fuck him hard and fast. There was something frantic about the motion that wasn't there normally, the same sort of desperate intensity that heat brought out, but somehow more focused. Then, without warning and without his knot even having begun to swell yet, Clu came, shooting off a hot jet into his omega. He didn't stop his frantic fucking, though the orgasm did disrupt his rhythm, sending a shudder through him and pulling a half-panted groan from his lips. It was so good... but not enough. Not nearly enough.

His knot began to swell only moments later and he was back on his rhythm with a low, heated growl. Still pounding roughly into his omega even as pulling out became more and more difficult. "This is it...", he panted. "Come on...!"

His code-brother fixed him with a sharp grin, growling rich, rough contentment, and Clu shivered even as the sight shot straight down his dick.

Alpha stalked over him, pinned his shoulders fast and swiveled their hips into line with a hard nudge, and before

"Hey--" was all the way out of Clu's mouth his code-brother was all the way inside him, and so it was more like, "Hhna, ah!"

He was so wet he opened right up for the push, even as alpha hit his limit, hilted. He barely drew out before he knocked forward again, setting a hard rhythm and faster pace. Clu squirmed. He bucked his hips against instincts that wanted him laying back with his legs open, because he had never done that, instead chasing more.

"Yes," hissing sharp for the glorious ache of it, "yes," snipped short in his teeth, "yes, oh--"

They were going so hard at it he bounced, even pinned to the mattress. "Yeah!"

His code-brother gasped, shuddered, and pulsed, hot, furious, and didn't slow down.

"Did you just--" He could feel it, catching sticky-slick inside him with every eager push of his code-brother's red hot cock. "Oh," slow, low, descending almost into purring as alpha stuttered inside him, "Oh!" jolted, high and wide-eyed for an errant stroke, hard and awkward on the back wall, past home, "hah, ngh!" A sharp yip through his teeth, high, cut off in a rough squeak. "Fuck."

Not hurt. Ravenous. Clu gripped at his alpha's arms for support and pushed them flush with a harsh wet slap. He pressed back in frantic circles, trying to get it all, some core primal need to fit them all the way together driving him higher, meeting all that desperate desire with want of his own and hurtling ever closer.

But alpha wasn't there, Clu could tell. His code-brother needed more, still fucking into him at a desperate, bruising clip, fingers tightened in the caps of his shoulders. His code-brother needed to come, even more with that first telltale swell.

The variables aligned in a harsh, feral snarl, ground off high: "Knot me?"

Clu growled low, harsh, hot, and wild and mingled with panted breaths. His omega gripped his arms for leverage, rocking and circling his hips to try and get them even further together on each stroke. 'Ravenous' was a good word for how he felt too. Each increasingly tight stroke only made him want more. Everything his omega did to get them further together made him want more.

The growl briefly shifted to something a harsher, a snarl to match his code brother's at the request. What did he think he'd been trying to do up til now? But it quickly changed to a groan as his knot almost caught on the next stroke.

And a moment later he did catch, unable to pull out any longer. Though his hips couldn't stop moving, desperately chasing the tipping point he could feel just out of his reach with little jerking motions as his knot swelled further, stretching his omega's pussy even tighter than usual. So close... so tight... he just... needed to come...

Then, with cry of mingled relief and triumph, he virtually exploded into his code brother, his body shuddering with the force of it. A sign of things to come? One could only hope.

Alpha growled low, a hard hot tone that rolled to a harsh, guttural snarl and spiked lust straight up Clu's back, almost pushed him over with the harsh burning stroke of more. Clu yelped, drawn down into a moan for the sharp, slow drag as alpha just barely slid free and then pushed forward more, groaning for him and driving them both on.

Clu sobbed with hunger and gripped him hard, arms and legs, instincts shrilling at him to curl close. His code-brother nudged out a frankly embarrassing series of squeaks where Clu didn't have the breath even to moan anymore and just hung on for dear life. Had to get alpha, had to take him in, help him finish. Because his alpha wasn't done, still moving desperate above him, every jolt of his hips wedging the sharp-hot push of his knot further inside.

There was a panicked pang of pain and then a deep, deep clutch as they caught. Alpha let out a ragged cry, all triumphant relief, and came in one long blast, wrung shuddering to his limit.

They'd already finished once, and now there was more--a full load hot in him and pressing on the first. He swore he could feel it rounding the back of his belly button. Some distant, feral part of him whispered

cubs

and dragged him over, shivering after his alpha and wondering if it was possible to die of pleasure.

Braced over his omega, Clu moaned as his code brother's already tight pussy- glitching fuck it felt so wonderfully tight around his knot- squeezed him even more when he too came. As if trying to milk even more seed from him, get them somehow even further connected. He panted, shivering with aftershocks of pleasure as the worst of rut's haze dissipated for the moment and he gradually came down from his high.

"That was...", he managed, but it took him a moment of panting to come up with the rest of it. Intense. Amazing. Maybe even a bit frightening. "...Wonderful."

But the sheer wildness of what he'd just done left him with a small amount of concern. "You good? Didn't hurt you with all that, did I?" At the very least, if every session during rut was as intense as that one, he doubted his omega would be able to sit properly for a day or two after.

His alpha moaned for him and, breathing hard, tried to form words. He had to pause, swallowing hard to get enough air, shivering in stunned pleasure that made his arms tremble.

Clu smiled up at him, smug and beaming, made a low, soft noise for the way his code-brother's face pinched with a hint of worry. It was lovely; he was lovely, and it was important that he know exactly how that felt.

"Mmm," drawn to a hum, "good. I'm good. So. Good." He snorted softly, hearing himself. The sheer bliss of their mating had knocked his vocabulary into some kind of loop. He tried again, "You, are, we, are," softly, "perfect."

And still wrapped around each other; Clu carefully spread his hands, smoothed a fingertip where he'd clutched down tight. Alpha wasn't alone in his ability to leave marks.

As for the rest of it--Clu gave an experimental wriggle against their tie and sucked in a sharp, unexpected breath.

"Gonna ache later," slowly, philosophical. Smirking. Deliberately clutching down on him. "Everyone's gonna know why, but I'm not hurt."

Work had standing desks. Sitting was overrated.

Clu's lips pulled back into a still somewhat breathless, if rather toothy grin. A soft growl escaped him as his omega deliberately clutched down teasing as much as was possible at the moment. "I want them to know," he said without hesitation. "I want everyone to know you're mine. I want..."

There he paused, the grin shifting to something more sensual. "I want to bite you. I know we were going to wait for your next heat, but well... no time like the present, right?" He hoped his omega would be up for it. Because with how much he wanted it right now, he'd likely have a hard time holding back from doing it next round if he wasn't.

Clu smirked languidly up at alpha, instincts gone serene and smug under gently spreading fatigue. His code-brother was giving him the grin of a cat with a mouthful of cream, sharp and entirely delighted, and still a touch disheveled with all their recent activity.

His code-brother who wanted everybody to know whose he was, who wanted to mark him for good and all.

Clu wanted that too. Felt it tug sharp in the hollow of his stomach, that growl prickling impossibly at needs he was too tired to have. "Oh, man, yeah. All yours." He flushed for the idea, curled his burning face into his code-brother's outstretched arm. "That is hot," mumbled like smoke into his skin. Then, louder, smiling broadly, "That is so hot. I would love that."

Shy he was not, but the words should be definite, while they were both still clear-headed.

"Please, alpha?" Sing-song, slow, eyes alight, "bite me."

He had to fight down an entirely unsexy yawn--that deep relaxation being the one downside of omega instincts singing home and safety. "I mean, soon."

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Two heads are better than one

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