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tanks4thememory) wrote2020-12-09 10:29 pm
tanks4thememory) wrote2020-12-09 10:29 pm
Two heads are better than one
Who: Clu1 and Clu 2 (a_perfect_end)
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.
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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The bullet vibe sat heavily, kept pressure on the juncture where he entered the hood, a ridge of texture right at the bottleneck that dragged some blood back from his cock, helped him flag in a way that meant he'd be able to take a little more.
Alpha bid him kneel, lust leaching into his words, and Clu had to wipe the smirk off his face: it sounded like Master was having fun, too.
Clu almost answered back when the test started. Yes, Master was ready on his tongue--and then it dawned on him, through the gauze of growing pleasure, that it wasn't a question. Then he really smiled, tiny and sharp, and nodded instead with a hum.
Kneeling square wasn't happening--he couldn't reach a tabletop position on his own in the harness without reconfiguring it, and he'd agreed not to take it off unless they called the game: fire for red, or without prompting for an immediate emergency, which would also stop play.
No way. Not when it was getting good. If alpha wanted him all the way down there, flat on his face like a beggar, he'd just have to push him that way.
Instead Clu sat on his haunches, perched upward, too thoroughly occupied to rest his butt on his heels. It kept a slight arch in his lower back, poking in a way that made him sit forward, an open, inviting display that was part necessity.
Clu tried to listen, head tilted like it would help, hands resting flat on his own chest.
Alpha growled his pleasure, a hot, low tone he couldn't quite hold back anymore, and Clu twinged sharp in his hood. He could hear the rustling of his code-brother fishing around in the box, but it was distant under the spreading glorious ache. He pulled in a few deep, even breaths: it helped with the all-through pressure and spread the welcome current of satisfaction, the root pleasure of lacking nothing, all the way full. Certainly he was being indulged.
It felt--was safe even the right word--a deep, total comfort that had everything and nothing to do with the actual physical sensations.
Then his alpha flicked a switch, and all Clu's newfound calm slid off into a high, surprised sound held in by bitten lips.
That was different. All the way different. Kind of like getting licked, or just barely nibbled, or the gentle steady tap of fingernails; the same tingle he normally felt from the inside out being turned inward, instead, input faintly mechanical and constant as rain.
That was good. Oh, that was good. Master hadn't forbidden it, so Clu wiggled a little, gave the feeling somewhere to go other than down the aching tip of his cock.
Then his alpha turned on the butt plug.
Clu let out a yelp. He practically bounced, with a short, hard, guttural noise of pure lust, trying to get away and only succeeding in driving it further in. He wasn't hurt--he was too wet for that. Everything was very slick, moved way too easily, and felt way too good.
Master wouldn't want him blown on their first try. He moaned for it, trying to think.
Another unbidden whine escaped as he curled forward, a deliberate driving snap of his hips that rebounded amazingly, pulled out a sharp, shocked little cry. It poked, inside, nudged hard against some inner node that spangled light hot against the back of the blindfold. He gritted his teeth, feeling it slide down again, still humming away, rubbing into the delicate flesh separating it from the soft ridge of the toy trapped in between.
His cock tried to do something it could not do, and that was the strangest, most urgent sensation he'd ever experienced.
He managed to press his buzzing balls forward on his thighs, squeezing his legs together behind himself--more out of a driving need to get everything apart a bit, seeking a way to react to one thing at a time. The posture dragged his caged cock up and out, displayed without really being prompted.
"Ah!" Sounds were still on the menu, and he gave them forthright voice. "Hah!"
He shuddered. They still had so far to go.
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His omega's slightly awkward kneeling position was perfectly acceptable. Clu didn't think he'd be able to manage a traditional kneeling posture without help, and as long as he wasn't in danger of injury from his legs buckling, Clu wasn't worried about specifics for now.
Plus, he doubted that his code brother would be still for long anyway. A fact that was confirmed when he activated the first two devices. His omega wiggled eagerly at the sensation of the bullet vibe, but he yelped and practically bounced when he turned on the butt plug.
Those moans and cries and pure, lustful, wanton noises coming out of his omega seemed to send little licks of fire straight down to his own cock. It throbbed, and Clu had bite back both another pleased growl and the desire to take himself in hand; he needed both hands at the moment. They weren't even properly started yet, after all.
A moment's pause, just enough time for his code brother to get slightly used to the new sensations driving him, then Clu turned on the vibrating cock cage. Then little nubs found new life as vibrations surrounded and pulsed through his omega's cock, both pleasuring and restraining. Driving him to become hard as a rock and preventing him from getting even close to it. Truly trapping his cock in a cage of pleasure.
And a moment after that Clu flicked on the vibrating dildo and completed the trap. There was nowhere his omega could shift to now that wouldn't sharpen the vibrations pulsing into him, and there was no way to focus on only one part of it to deal with the sensations piecemeal. Each device vibrated at a slightly different pace and in a slightly different pattern, meaning that while they didn't quite blend together, they still formed an inescapable web of sensation around his omega's hips and groin.
The Master had his toy exactly where he wanted him. And he intended to enjoy that situation as long as possible.
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The cage shivered to life around him, and Clu jumped in place with a yelp.
"Hah!"
It was closing down on him, or he was pushing up on it: his cock wanted out and could not get there, the nubs rolling against him until every beat of his own blood was like a separate touch. It was the fine sharp drag of fingernails that wouldn't press down, wouldn't hurt him, but also absolutely were not letting him up all the way.
It was so tight.
"Ah," dragging in air only to try it again, pure frustrated hunger, "aaah!"
His head rolled back, throat jumping under the leash as he shifted restlessly. There was nothing to follow, no way to keep count or really anticipate what was coming, just always more. Pleasure looped up his spine, down, back and forth, nowhere to go that something wasn't thrumming through or against him. And he couldn't quite grind down on it like he wanted, like he needed, hips driving for that last inch of pressure almost by instinct. If he bore down, even just a little, it was game over.
Then alpha snapped the last switch.
"Oh," low, rough, like it was knocked out of him. He panted, mouth open, unable to make another sound until something wavered free from down deep, and that something sounded suspiciously like
"Oh, shit."
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Seeing his code brother in this state was incredibly hot, though, and he bit down on a very un-Masterly moan at all of it. The noises his omega was making, his increasingly desperate panting, his squirming and bobbing to try to keep some semblance of control, even his little slip up all made some deep, primal part of Clu want to rip that harness off and fuck him senseless. But that wouldn't come for awhile yet. He had a plan, and he intended to stick to it as much as possible.
But that didn't mean he couldn't work his desire of the moment into the game some other way. He managed to force his voice to sound sensual and amused rather than as eager as he felt, though he couldn't quite keep the husky edge of a slight growl out of it. "Well now," he said, "you certainly seem to be enjoying yourself. Perhaps I should truss you up like this just before your next heat; make a game of seeing how many times I can make you come each hour. Or perhaps... how long it takes before you're begging me to replace that dildo with what you truly want."
"Because even as full as you are, even being driven to the very edge by pleasure from all angles, I know that it's not enough for you. What you truly want, what every omega wants, is to be filled and fucked with an Alpha's big, hard cock. You want to feel it pounding into you again and again, stretching your pussy wide with its size, then wider still as their knot begins to swell. You want to feel it get tighter... and tighter... until they can barely manage to pull out any more, until finally they lock into place, exploding inside you and pumping you full of them. You want to be full of Alpha in every way.... with their cock... with their seed... with their offspring..."
"And more than anything else, you want that last and most precious gift. You want your Alpha to take you not just to their bed, but to themselves. When they fuck you, you want them to claim you in the way only an Alpha can. You don't just want to be their omega, you want to be bitten... you want to be their mate."
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Of course, Master had no such restrictions, his alpha who knew, now, exactly how much Clu loved to hear from him. Who had seen and heard what this newest wrinkle in their little game was doing to him. Who could tell that caught was looping tight in his blood and still was gently nudging Clu through his paces.
Who was free to express himself however he chose, as alpha, as lord of the house, who knew his way through these things and knew better than Clu might himself everything a hungry servant starved of contact could long for.
Certainly, the thin healing scar tucked just under his collar prickled and burned for the idea, for how much he might want that chance. To give himself away, utterly, to one who would care for him in return--who might even exalt him to freedom.
Who might keep him, if they were mated.
"Ah!" Sharp, leaping off somewhere bright. "Oh, Master, please--" not quite right, not quite enough, even as he carved the title into lavish praise with his tongue, "aanh, Alpha, may I come?"
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At the moment, though he was far more aware of how the sensation of being caught and at his Alpha's mercy was looping through his omega, powered by the devices pouring pleasure into him and further stoked by his words. Words that dripped honey and smoke, spinning a potential scenario that he knew would push exactly the right nodes with his code brother, that that the slave might well give up his right arm for. Safety and freedom with a loving Alpha mate... surely that would be the dream of any omega slave.
And then there it was. A plea, mingled with his title that was made into ecstatic praise by its tone. Should he grant it though? He pondered just a moment, but no... not just yet. There was one last hand to play before the game moved on. And he could work the consequences of his recent infraction into it. "No," he said. "I think you can take a little more yet. And besides, you spoke out of turn again a moment ago. You'll endure the consequences by enduring until the absolute last moment. Until you feel you might explode if you don't come." And to make it even more difficult, Clu nudged the vibration intensity on both the dildo and the butt plug up a notch. He wouldn't be able to put it off much longer, he knew, but the noises his omega would undoubtedly make would make it completely worth it.
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Easier, to focus on the bowstring ache, the fire in his neck where they were joined. (Oh, let the stupid magazines be right for once: he wanted to wear always the outline of his alpha's teeth.)
Clu shuddered, swaying, trying to wait out the sheer quantity of stimulation blooming hot across his whole lower body. The last of his pride fought not to let him be undone, not yet. His balls shivered snug under the onslaught, pulling tight against the counterweight of the sleeve and the treacherous, wonderful hum beneath. His trapped cock convulsed, stroked gentle and unbearable by the soft inward points of the nubs, and for a moment the back of the blindfold, the edge of the world, was a blank white wall.
Then his code-brother turned it up, still murmuring to him in a voice of smoke and velvet, honeyed words laced with promise, edged with the threat of wait and the order of not yet.
He groaned, low and shaking, thrummed with frustrated bliss. He pulled against the cuffs in earnest, struggling upright to the soft rattle of the leash, back arched awkwardly for the delicious electricity of sensation still slamming home inside him. He could feel where he was slipping, where it wouldn't matter how prettily he asked, where slick was starting to overflow, precum prodding the edge of his bonds.
Clu let out a wail of sheer, ecstatic pleasure, lost. The air came back to him in harsh, tiny gasps that wanted to be laughter, that just might have been a sob.
"Please." He had been so careful about asking, spine straight, and now he curled low, agonizing, torturous pleasure building to something scalding as he flattened his shoulders as would a slave. "Master. Please."
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Clu could tell he was unravelling; he could smell how wet he was, a rare thing a this distance, outside of heat or rut. But aside from a soft low growl that he couldn't quite hold back as his own cock throbbed in eager anticipation he kept silent. Waiting for his omega to find enough words to ask again.
And finally with him bent low, his posture one of complete submission, there it was. A toothy smile crossed Clu's face, and part of him wondered how his code brother would take having him rest his feet on his bent back. Another time, perhaps. At least, Clu spoke. Not just permission, but an order. "Come. Now."
He would leave the devices humming for the moment in hopes of provoking a multiple, but he suspect they might not even need them to trigger an extra orgasm or two at that point.