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The other wolves linger nearby, hackles raised, tails cricked in concern, until a glance from Corrigan prompts them to slink out the open door. There's the almost-inaudible sound of shimmering back to humanoid form, then Kai says something about "See if you can actually help break down a buck this time, pup," which is immediately followed by Leo's laughter and Benji's indignant protests. The shed used for smoking and preparing meat is close, but far enough away to give some privacy to Kurt and the pack leaders. For once Kai is being helpful, and Corrigan is silently grateful.
Because Kurt is softly trying to explain themselves, those bright eyes lifting to meet his, with a fear in them that Corrigan doesn't know. He knows hunger, cold, exhaustion. He knows the betrayal of someone he considered a brother turning on him, the sting of that traitors teeth in his shoulder. But he doesn't recognize the cautious, tentative terror that he's learning Kurt wears like a second skin. He's never felt fear like that.
But the stammering, hesitant explanation is enough for him to put the pieces together, shoulders going slack in relief and shame mixed. It's not a physical pain, then, just him being thoughtless, teasing words that Kurt took to heart and fretted over, even amidst their pleasure. It must be an overwhelming compulsion, then, if it drowns out everything else -- a need to obey, to perform, to please, or else.
Or else what, Corrigan doesn't even want to consider.
"Kurt," he begins, hands reaching out for the smaller, fretful ones of his mate, curling around them. "Your very existence pleases me. Everything you do is my delight, my reason for living. You can't help but please me." There's an attempt at smile, albeit one tinged with sadness. "I should spend more time making sure you know that, and less time teasing you."
Then, over at Naseer, reaching out to take the cup filled with hot water and ashwaganda -- "And yes, Beta, you accurately predicted I'd be a dumbass within the first day, are you happy?"
Because Kurt is softly trying to explain themselves, those bright eyes lifting to meet his, with a fear in them that Corrigan doesn't know. He knows hunger, cold, exhaustion. He knows the betrayal of someone he considered a brother turning on him, the sting of that traitors teeth in his shoulder. But he doesn't recognize the cautious, tentative terror that he's learning Kurt wears like a second skin. He's never felt fear like that.
But the stammering, hesitant explanation is enough for him to put the pieces together, shoulders going slack in relief and shame mixed. It's not a physical pain, then, just him being thoughtless, teasing words that Kurt took to heart and fretted over, even amidst their pleasure. It must be an overwhelming compulsion, then, if it drowns out everything else -- a need to obey, to perform, to please, or else.
Or else what, Corrigan doesn't even want to consider.
"Kurt," he begins, hands reaching out for the smaller, fretful ones of his mate, curling around them. "Your very existence pleases me. Everything you do is my delight, my reason for living. You can't help but please me." There's an attempt at smile, albeit one tinged with sadness. "I should spend more time making sure you know that, and less time teasing you."
Then, over at Naseer, reaching out to take the cup filled with hot water and ashwaganda -- "And yes, Beta, you accurately predicted I'd be a dumbass within the first day, are you happy?"
"Very." Naseer's affect is flat and matter of fact, but there's no hiding the curl of smug satisfaction reaching through the pack link, touching even Kurt. No one knows Corrigan like Naseer does. Of course he was going to be a dumbass within the first day, you didn't need the Beta to tell you that.
But he hadn't predicted Kurt's fear. He'd—rightfully—assumed the Alpha would throw all his brash swagger around and say something thoughtless while swinging his dick, scandalizing or wounding the fragile little human. But it seems Kurt was already afraid, anxious about something or other, likely how they could possibly live up to the pack's lofty expectations. It's a lot of pressure to put on a stranger so young, so innocent and virginal, suddenly thrust into a life they have no hope of understanding without first living it.
Thankfully, Corrigan manages to pick up on this on his own. Naseer lets his Alpha take the cup of steeping tea, before fishing out a small root, softened in the hot water. "Here," he says softly, holding it to Kurt's lips. He doesn't want to make them release Corrigan's hands. "For chewing. To calm your heart." Kurt whimpers softly, but ultimately lets Naseer ease the root into their mouth and slowly starts chewing. It's bitter and earthy and leathery, making their face scrunch up, but they trust in the pack's medicines. All of their aches are gone, after all.
While they chew, they mull over Corrigan's words. He seems genuine, it's not that, it's just... of course he'd say that. Of course he'd say Kurt couldn't possibly displease him, that them being in his life makes it worth living, but will he say the same when they mess up a meal? When they break something? When they don't satisfy his desires anymore? Men punish their spouses over the smallest little thing sometimes, all while proclaiming how much they love them. How could Kurt ever be sure?
But... his touch still feels so good. His words still spark hopeful fires within them. He hasn't hurt them for this stumble, this moment of fear and doubt. That's something, right? "You... I-I'm sorry, Alpha, I didn't mean to... Um, th-thank you for saying that," they finally settle on, feeling their eyes starting to burn a little, their throat closing up. "Y-You're very kind. I don't want to be a b-burden to you, a-any of you."
But he hadn't predicted Kurt's fear. He'd—rightfully—assumed the Alpha would throw all his brash swagger around and say something thoughtless while swinging his dick, scandalizing or wounding the fragile little human. But it seems Kurt was already afraid, anxious about something or other, likely how they could possibly live up to the pack's lofty expectations. It's a lot of pressure to put on a stranger so young, so innocent and virginal, suddenly thrust into a life they have no hope of understanding without first living it.
Thankfully, Corrigan manages to pick up on this on his own. Naseer lets his Alpha take the cup of steeping tea, before fishing out a small root, softened in the hot water. "Here," he says softly, holding it to Kurt's lips. He doesn't want to make them release Corrigan's hands. "For chewing. To calm your heart." Kurt whimpers softly, but ultimately lets Naseer ease the root into their mouth and slowly starts chewing. It's bitter and earthy and leathery, making their face scrunch up, but they trust in the pack's medicines. All of their aches are gone, after all.
While they chew, they mull over Corrigan's words. He seems genuine, it's not that, it's just... of course he'd say that. Of course he'd say Kurt couldn't possibly displease him, that them being in his life makes it worth living, but will he say the same when they mess up a meal? When they break something? When they don't satisfy his desires anymore? Men punish their spouses over the smallest little thing sometimes, all while proclaiming how much they love them. How could Kurt ever be sure?
But... his touch still feels so good. His words still spark hopeful fires within them. He hasn't hurt them for this stumble, this moment of fear and doubt. That's something, right? "You... I-I'm sorry, Alpha, I didn't mean to... Um, th-thank you for saying that," they finally settle on, feeling their eyes starting to burn a little, their throat closing up. "Y-You're very kind. I don't want to be a b-burden to you, a-any of you."
Tell me every person who ever made you feel like a burden and I will bring you their heads.
The words are there, on Corrigan’s lips, evident in his expression for a fraction of a second, before he smooths it away. If Kurt is that anxious about a misstep, about upsetting their new family, glowering and grumbling won't be helpful. There'll be time enough later, once his mate has finally relaxed into the safety of the pack, to figure out who had hurt them.
Knowing his fury is bleeding into the link, Corrigan meets Naseer's eyes for a moment, finding an echo of that same rage. Kurt is all of theirs now, each wolf as connected and bonded to them as the Alpha is. When the time comes to enact revenge, Corrigan won't be alone in tearing the perpetrators to pieces. That's a bloody, but comforting thought.
"You haven't been a burden, beloved," he says instead, sipping absently at the tea to calm his own anger. The taste is familiar to him by now, but Kurt's scrunched-nose reaction is precious, adorable. There's so much they've never experienced -- so much the pack can show them, new sensations and tastes and sights and sounds. Their hands are small enough to both be swallowed up in one of Corrigan’s, but that isn't enough. He needs to have them closer. Protected.
So, setting the tea aside, he rises to settle back on the fur couch, tucking Kurt against his side and nuzzling the top of their head. "It's a lot to adjust to, all of a sudden, I know. But you've done nothing wrong, and you're in no trouble here." Corrigan reaches out, beckoning Naseer to sit on their mate's other side, prompting: "Right, Naseer?"
The words are there, on Corrigan’s lips, evident in his expression for a fraction of a second, before he smooths it away. If Kurt is that anxious about a misstep, about upsetting their new family, glowering and grumbling won't be helpful. There'll be time enough later, once his mate has finally relaxed into the safety of the pack, to figure out who had hurt them.
Knowing his fury is bleeding into the link, Corrigan meets Naseer's eyes for a moment, finding an echo of that same rage. Kurt is all of theirs now, each wolf as connected and bonded to them as the Alpha is. When the time comes to enact revenge, Corrigan won't be alone in tearing the perpetrators to pieces. That's a bloody, but comforting thought.
"You haven't been a burden, beloved," he says instead, sipping absently at the tea to calm his own anger. The taste is familiar to him by now, but Kurt's scrunched-nose reaction is precious, adorable. There's so much they've never experienced -- so much the pack can show them, new sensations and tastes and sights and sounds. Their hands are small enough to both be swallowed up in one of Corrigan’s, but that isn't enough. He needs to have them closer. Protected.
So, setting the tea aside, he rises to settle back on the fur couch, tucking Kurt against his side and nuzzling the top of their head. "It's a lot to adjust to, all of a sudden, I know. But you've done nothing wrong, and you're in no trouble here." Corrigan reaches out, beckoning Naseer to sit on their mate's other side, prompting: "Right, Naseer?"
Kurt offers no resistance as Corrigan pulls them close, his arm so big and strong around them, his words soft, kind, understanding. It's like they can feel the wolves' emotions, unfamiliar curls of rage and bewilderment and sympathy invading their senses, all wrapped around a profound urge to protect. It's the only thing that makes sense, even though it doesn't in the slightest. Somehow, they feel what their mates all feel.
That must mean they can sense how Kurt feels too. The fear that clenches around their heart, the confusion and doubt that leaves them trembling, the sadness that makes their throat ache. But the medicinal effects of the ashwagandha are kicking in, calming their racing heart, easing the line of tension and stress along their shoulders.
When Naseer slips in beside them, something else kicks in too. Being enveloped, surrounded by their sworn mates, makes it easier for Kurt to relax, close their eyes, releasing the tight shuddering breath they'd been holding in. "That's right," Naseer says, his voice so low and soft as presses a kiss to their shoulder, one of his hands settling on their stomach. He's picked up the cloth Corrigan left in the furs, gently wiping the streaks of drying come from their skin. "And you won't be in trouble with us. We don't do things the way humans do." He seems to speak from bitter experience. "All we want from you, all of us, is your happiness and safety within the pack."
Kurt shivers, sniffling softly, opening those big pleading eyes at their mates. First Naseer, then Corrigan. Their Alpha. "R-Really?" they ask, whisper soft. "Is that true..?" If they really can feel what the wolves feel, they should be able to sense the sincerity of his words.
That must mean they can sense how Kurt feels too. The fear that clenches around their heart, the confusion and doubt that leaves them trembling, the sadness that makes their throat ache. But the medicinal effects of the ashwagandha are kicking in, calming their racing heart, easing the line of tension and stress along their shoulders.
When Naseer slips in beside them, something else kicks in too. Being enveloped, surrounded by their sworn mates, makes it easier for Kurt to relax, close their eyes, releasing the tight shuddering breath they'd been holding in. "That's right," Naseer says, his voice so low and soft as presses a kiss to their shoulder, one of his hands settling on their stomach. He's picked up the cloth Corrigan left in the furs, gently wiping the streaks of drying come from their skin. "And you won't be in trouble with us. We don't do things the way humans do." He seems to speak from bitter experience. "All we want from you, all of us, is your happiness and safety within the pack."
Kurt shivers, sniffling softly, opening those big pleading eyes at their mates. First Naseer, then Corrigan. Their Alpha. "R-Really?" they ask, whisper soft. "Is that true..?" If they really can feel what the wolves feel, they should be able to sense the sincerity of his words.
"Yes." Corrigan says it immediately, without hesitation, without question. He puts every ounce of feeling into the word, lets it resonate through the slowly-forming link between himself and his beloved mate, who fits so perfectly against his side. He can feel them trembling on each exhale, can feel the unsure doubt that fills every inch of them, and his eyes flicker up to meet Naseer's, incredulous and baffled. He'd been so young when he first met his Beta, had stolen him away from a settlement that had tried (in vain) to "civilize" the wolf out of him. Maybe that's why Corrigan can't recall Naseer ever being so frightened. Maybe he'd been rescued in time.
Kurt had spent their entire life in that world, unique and different and special, something in their very soul calling to the wild world outside the village. Of course the tight-minded humans had seen that as something to destroy, by any means necessary. It's becoming evident to Corrigan that he can't even begin to imagine what those means were.
But he can start the slow, careful journey of undoing it, with every soft word, every gentle touch. He can let everything he says and does be a way to heal the deep wounds his cherished mate carries. So he slides his hand up and down their back, leans down to press his lips to their shoulder and repeats: "Yes, beloved, it's true. You don't need to earn your place here. We've already chosen you as ours, and all we want is your safety and happiness. Nothing can change that, Kurt. Nothing you say or do or think will make us change our minds."
Kurt had spent their entire life in that world, unique and different and special, something in their very soul calling to the wild world outside the village. Of course the tight-minded humans had seen that as something to destroy, by any means necessary. It's becoming evident to Corrigan that he can't even begin to imagine what those means were.
But he can start the slow, careful journey of undoing it, with every soft word, every gentle touch. He can let everything he says and does be a way to heal the deep wounds his cherished mate carries. So he slides his hand up and down their back, leans down to press his lips to their shoulder and repeats: "Yes, beloved, it's true. You don't need to earn your place here. We've already chosen you as ours, and all we want is your safety and happiness. Nothing can change that, Kurt. Nothing you say or do or think will make us change our minds."
His words carry the weight of his emotions, his intentions, and Kurt can feel it reverberate in their bones. Even though the link is still so young and tenuous, it leaves little room for doubt. They really won't be fighting to stay. They really won't be punished for existing incorrectly.
The leader wolves' focused attentions and kind, loving words—and the bitter root between their teeth—all help calm the shaky little human. Their muscles relax, their breathing evens out, even the burning in their eyes start to abate. Still, they can't stop a couple tears from trickling down their cheeks, the last bit of fearful tension leaving their body.
"Th-Thank you," they breathe, hiccuping once, twice, before sinking into Corrigan's embrace with a soft little noise, needing his comfort. Naseer gently wipes their tears away with a clean corner of the cloth, a cautious smile on his face. He knows from experience it's not as easy as just a hug and a promise for that fear to leave you. A part of you is always waiting for the other shoe to drop, like your body still remembers your gut plummeting and your heart shooting up into your throat, choking you where you stand. It's so hard to understand if you've never lived through it.
They will have to be patient and gentle with their mate for a while, until they learn to trust the pack and control that fear. With how fretful and sincere Corrigan feels, Naseer knows he'll do whatever it takes to help Kurt believe him one day. "It's alright, little dove, just relax. Alpha's got you, right? We won't let anything happen to you. Only good things," he purrs, pressing a warm, lingering kiss to his claiming bite.
Kurt shivers, and this time, it's with delight.
The leader wolves' focused attentions and kind, loving words—and the bitter root between their teeth—all help calm the shaky little human. Their muscles relax, their breathing evens out, even the burning in their eyes start to abate. Still, they can't stop a couple tears from trickling down their cheeks, the last bit of fearful tension leaving their body.
"Th-Thank you," they breathe, hiccuping once, twice, before sinking into Corrigan's embrace with a soft little noise, needing his comfort. Naseer gently wipes their tears away with a clean corner of the cloth, a cautious smile on his face. He knows from experience it's not as easy as just a hug and a promise for that fear to leave you. A part of you is always waiting for the other shoe to drop, like your body still remembers your gut plummeting and your heart shooting up into your throat, choking you where you stand. It's so hard to understand if you've never lived through it.
They will have to be patient and gentle with their mate for a while, until they learn to trust the pack and control that fear. With how fretful and sincere Corrigan feels, Naseer knows he'll do whatever it takes to help Kurt believe him one day. "It's alright, little dove, just relax. Alpha's got you, right? We won't let anything happen to you. Only good things," he purrs, pressing a warm, lingering kiss to his claiming bite.
Kurt shivers, and this time, it's with delight.
Corrigan feels the rush of relief, so intense it's dizzying, even for him, and he obligingly wraps both arms around Kurt, pulling them nearly into his lap with his fervent desire to comfort them. He wants to stay like this forever, a physical barrier between Kurt and the world that's hurt them so repeatedly and badly. He wants to keep every enemy away with the pure force of his presence, dare anything or anyone to even come close to his mate.
But then there's a tentative little curl of desire and arousal at the warm press of Naseer's lips to Kurt's marked-up neck, and Corrigan still wants all those things, but he also wants...something else.
With that smug, wicked smile of his, the Alpha's big hand slides further down Kurt's back, resting above the curve of their ass, fingers teasing down lower, lower. "Mmm, yes, I believe we were in the midst of something when the pack returned, beloved," he murmurs, savoring their shivers and squirms. "Do you think we should let Naseer join us?" Corrigan glances up, meeting his Beta's eyes warmly. "Want to help me enjoy our little mate, Beta?"
But then there's a tentative little curl of desire and arousal at the warm press of Naseer's lips to Kurt's marked-up neck, and Corrigan still wants all those things, but he also wants...something else.
With that smug, wicked smile of his, the Alpha's big hand slides further down Kurt's back, resting above the curve of their ass, fingers teasing down lower, lower. "Mmm, yes, I believe we were in the midst of something when the pack returned, beloved," he murmurs, savoring their shivers and squirms. "Do you think we should let Naseer join us?" Corrigan glances up, meeting his Beta's eyes warmly. "Want to help me enjoy our little mate, Beta?"
Kurt immediately perks up, soothed by herbal medicine and the pack's reassurances, their aches and fears and nerves all wiped away. Now, they can let themself feel the joy of pleasure, of wanting. Alpha had left them wanting earlier, spent but empty, and they very badly want to get back to the part where he does something about that.
"Yes," they say, at the same moment Naseer does, prompting a warm chuckle from the Beta, who is already sidling closer. Even with his nurturing instinct, he could never entirely suppress the desire he felt for Kurt, could never resist the alluring scent of their naked skin damp with sweat and come. Now that they're calmer, willing once more, Naseer is all too happy to leave a trail of kisses down their neck, along their clavicle.
"I would love to," he rumbles, also delighting in his mate's little whimpers and squirms. Corrigan's hand teases over their ass, while Naseer's fingers smooth over their thigh, easing their freckled legs apart. "How do you want me, pretty little dove? Shall I taste you while he fucks you? Maybe I'll knot your pretty mouth while he knots your tight ass? Perhaps we'll both fit inside you?"
Kurt is no help at all, shuddering and whining with rapidly mounting desire, quickly getting hard again. Tutting softly, Naseer grins up at Corrigan, his king, his first, his beloved, fingers teasing at the crook of their mate's thigh. "Maybe we should let Alpha decide."
"Yes," they say, at the same moment Naseer does, prompting a warm chuckle from the Beta, who is already sidling closer. Even with his nurturing instinct, he could never entirely suppress the desire he felt for Kurt, could never resist the alluring scent of their naked skin damp with sweat and come. Now that they're calmer, willing once more, Naseer is all too happy to leave a trail of kisses down their neck, along their clavicle.
"I would love to," he rumbles, also delighting in his mate's little whimpers and squirms. Corrigan's hand teases over their ass, while Naseer's fingers smooth over their thigh, easing their freckled legs apart. "How do you want me, pretty little dove? Shall I taste you while he fucks you? Maybe I'll knot your pretty mouth while he knots your tight ass? Perhaps we'll both fit inside you?"
Kurt is no help at all, shuddering and whining with rapidly mounting desire, quickly getting hard again. Tutting softly, Naseer grins up at Corrigan, his king, his first, his beloved, fingers teasing at the crook of their mate's thigh. "Maybe we should let Alpha decide."
By now, Corrigan is coming to familiarize himself with the way Kurt reacts to being touched -- the shuddery, whimpering sound they make as his fingers slide back inside them, the way their head falls back on his shoulder as he sinks to the knuckle, the quivering of their thighs as he (unnecessarily) fingers them back open. Nevermind that he can still taste their pleasure in the sweat drying on their skin, that they rock back on his hand eagerly, that he probably could've simply pulled them onto his lap and onto his cock with no preparation.
It's too much fun to see Naseer settling between Kurt's spread legs, smiling up at Corrigan, beautiful and warm and beloved. Keeping the pack protected and fed and cohesive is a hard job, and the moments he gets to share alone with his loyal lieutenant, his Beta, his always, are few and far between. Getting to share one of them with their mate as well -- breathless and moaning between the wolves, arching into each touch -- is even sweeter.
"Taste them," Corrigan says decisively, deciding to reward himself with the privilege of watching Naseer's truly magnificent mouth enjoying Kurt's beautiful body. "I don't think our sweet mate's ever felt that before, hm?" His free hand comes up, cradling Kurt's chin, turning their face so he can catch their pretty mouth with his. "What do you think, beloved? I can speak from experience and assure you that Naseer's mouth feels wonderful. And, once you've come down his throat, you can return the favor while I knot your needy ass again."
It's too much fun to see Naseer settling between Kurt's spread legs, smiling up at Corrigan, beautiful and warm and beloved. Keeping the pack protected and fed and cohesive is a hard job, and the moments he gets to share alone with his loyal lieutenant, his Beta, his always, are few and far between. Getting to share one of them with their mate as well -- breathless and moaning between the wolves, arching into each touch -- is even sweeter.
"Taste them," Corrigan says decisively, deciding to reward himself with the privilege of watching Naseer's truly magnificent mouth enjoying Kurt's beautiful body. "I don't think our sweet mate's ever felt that before, hm?" His free hand comes up, cradling Kurt's chin, turning their face so he can catch their pretty mouth with his. "What do you think, beloved? I can speak from experience and assure you that Naseer's mouth feels wonderful. And, once you've come down his throat, you can return the favor while I knot your needy ass again."
"Yes," they whine breathlessly into Corrigan's mouth, arching up so they can keep kissing him, their lips seeking his over and over again. His fingers slipped inside them once more so easily, meeting no resistance, and Kurt is already back to how needy he'd left them right before the pack's arrival. "P-Please, I want th-that, I— oh, Alpha, pleeease."
Naseer chuckles, warm and rich and indulgent, taking a moment just to watch the flush of color spreading over Kurt's face, their neck, their shoulders and swelling chest. It makes the bite marks littering their skin stand out even more, dark and wild in their beauty. "So needy," he purrs, leaning in to trail kisses down their body, sealing his hungry mouth over each bite and laving them with his tongue.
By the time the Beta's mouth is leaving affectionate little nips over their stomach and hips, Kurt is breathless with anticipation, legs spread wide open, ass rocking down on Corrigan's hand, moaning into the dusty cabin without fear. They watch transfixed as Naseer settles on his stomach between their legs, tying his long curls back into a knot, his breath hot as it teasingly ghosts over their cock, hard and twitching against their shuddering tummy.
"P-Please, hurry, hurry, Naseer, I w-want— aaah—!" Their head falls back against Corrigan's shoulder as Naseer finally gives them what they want, wasting no time licking their cock into his mouth, over his tongue, into his throat like it's nothing at all. Kurt cries, loud and sharp as the slick heat of his mouth envelops them, his lips so plush around the very base, his beard tickling their most sensitive skin.
And he stays there for a while, gazing lovingly up past long dark lashes, letting his mate get used to the feeling before he moves. He also waits for Alpha's permission. He'll wait as long as he has to, too patient and indulgent for his own good.
Naseer chuckles, warm and rich and indulgent, taking a moment just to watch the flush of color spreading over Kurt's face, their neck, their shoulders and swelling chest. It makes the bite marks littering their skin stand out even more, dark and wild in their beauty. "So needy," he purrs, leaning in to trail kisses down their body, sealing his hungry mouth over each bite and laving them with his tongue.
By the time the Beta's mouth is leaving affectionate little nips over their stomach and hips, Kurt is breathless with anticipation, legs spread wide open, ass rocking down on Corrigan's hand, moaning into the dusty cabin without fear. They watch transfixed as Naseer settles on his stomach between their legs, tying his long curls back into a knot, his breath hot as it teasingly ghosts over their cock, hard and twitching against their shuddering tummy.
"P-Please, hurry, hurry, Naseer, I w-want— aaah—!" Their head falls back against Corrigan's shoulder as Naseer finally gives them what they want, wasting no time licking their cock into his mouth, over his tongue, into his throat like it's nothing at all. Kurt cries, loud and sharp as the slick heat of his mouth envelops them, his lips so plush around the very base, his beard tickling their most sensitive skin.
And he stays there for a while, gazing lovingly up past long dark lashes, letting his mate get used to the feeling before he moves. He also waits for Alpha's permission. He'll wait as long as he has to, too patient and indulgent for his own good.
God, Corrigan knows exactly how that feels, the slick, wet heat of Naseer's perfect mouth, the way he takes whatever he's given so easily, so obediently. He's knotted his Beta's throat more times than he can count, had those soft, dark eyes fixed upwards in sweet adoration at least a hundred times, but it still sends a pulse of fervent affection -- of love right through him.
The fact that it's Kurt in Naseer's mouth, his throat, doesn't dampen that feeling one bit. If anything, it makes it even more potent, seeing their beautiful mate crying out in pleasure, their first experience with a mouth on their cock one of such transcendent perfection. Every new experience is a gift, both to Kurt and the pack member chosen to enact it, and there's soft indulgence in Corrigan’s heated gaze as he reaches out to cradle Naseer's cheek with his free hand.
"So good," he breathes, Alpha praise and pride and authority lacing his words, thumb tracing the soft shape of Naseer's lips, spread around Kurt's cock. "Doesn't that feel wonderful, my little bird? How easily he takes you in his throat, the feel of him swallowing around you, how tight and hot it is?"
Corrigan eases a third finger inside Kurt's fluttering, tight hole, presses deep, to the knuckle, then slides them almost all the way out. "Say thank you, little one," he prompts, suddenly thrusting his fingers back in, watching Kurt's slender hips buck upwards, their cock sliding deeper into Naseer's throat. "Thank him for taking you in his mouth. Thank him for helping to get you ready for us to fuck."
The fact that it's Kurt in Naseer's mouth, his throat, doesn't dampen that feeling one bit. If anything, it makes it even more potent, seeing their beautiful mate crying out in pleasure, their first experience with a mouth on their cock one of such transcendent perfection. Every new experience is a gift, both to Kurt and the pack member chosen to enact it, and there's soft indulgence in Corrigan’s heated gaze as he reaches out to cradle Naseer's cheek with his free hand.
"So good," he breathes, Alpha praise and pride and authority lacing his words, thumb tracing the soft shape of Naseer's lips, spread around Kurt's cock. "Doesn't that feel wonderful, my little bird? How easily he takes you in his throat, the feel of him swallowing around you, how tight and hot it is?"
Corrigan eases a third finger inside Kurt's fluttering, tight hole, presses deep, to the knuckle, then slides them almost all the way out. "Say thank you, little one," he prompts, suddenly thrusting his fingers back in, watching Kurt's slender hips buck upwards, their cock sliding deeper into Naseer's throat. "Thank him for taking you in his mouth. Thank him for helping to get you ready for us to fuck."
Naseer shudders at Corrigan's words, a happy full-body shiver of absolute indulgence. Even after all these years, even being the second-highest ranking member of the pack since it's foundation, even being—debatably—the oldest of the six, there's still nothing that beats Alpha's praise. Ever the born Beta. Nothing makes him as happy as serving his Alpha does, as doing a good job for him, as making him proud.
Especially like this, servicing their enchanting little mate with his mouth, seeing and hearing and feeling how much they're enjoying themself inside him. Kurt is whining and moaning with pleasure, both from Corrigan's thick fingers inside and from Naseer's hot, slick, tight throat expertly clenching around their cock, fluttering every time he moves. It's bliss.
Is this what Kai felt like yesterday? No wonder he came down their throat so fast. Kurt feels like they're going to explode, and Naseer has barely even moved yet.
"Th-Thank you!" they cry, cheeks flushing with embarrassment and desire both, a needy wail escaping them as Corrigan pushes his fingers so deep inside. Kurt reaches for the Beta, needing something to hold on to, carding through his thick tied-back curls with trembling fingers. Naseer seems to like it when their nails score his scalp, prompting soft rumbles of pleasure deep in his chest, his tongue pushing hungrily against their cock as he sucks them off.
Which just makes Kurt keen and whine more. "Yes! N-Naseer! Thank you for t-taking me in your mouth, it f-feels so good, y-your throat feels amazing! Th-Thank you for helping get me ready for— f-for you to fuck me! Alphaaa, p-please," they sob, twitching every time Naseer takes them into his throat. Even hazy-eyed with praise and choking on cock, he still manages to look smug. "He f-feels so good, Alpha!"
Especially like this, servicing their enchanting little mate with his mouth, seeing and hearing and feeling how much they're enjoying themself inside him. Kurt is whining and moaning with pleasure, both from Corrigan's thick fingers inside and from Naseer's hot, slick, tight throat expertly clenching around their cock, fluttering every time he moves. It's bliss.
Is this what Kai felt like yesterday? No wonder he came down their throat so fast. Kurt feels like they're going to explode, and Naseer has barely even moved yet.
"Th-Thank you!" they cry, cheeks flushing with embarrassment and desire both, a needy wail escaping them as Corrigan pushes his fingers so deep inside. Kurt reaches for the Beta, needing something to hold on to, carding through his thick tied-back curls with trembling fingers. Naseer seems to like it when their nails score his scalp, prompting soft rumbles of pleasure deep in his chest, his tongue pushing hungrily against their cock as he sucks them off.
Which just makes Kurt keen and whine more. "Yes! N-Naseer! Thank you for t-taking me in your mouth, it f-feels so good, y-your throat feels amazing! Th-Thank you for helping get me ready for— f-for you to fuck me! Alphaaa, p-please," they sob, twitching every time Naseer takes them into his throat. Even hazy-eyed with praise and choking on cock, he still manages to look smug. "He f-feels so good, Alpha!"
Corrigan can tell Naseer's holding back -- when he's at his most intense, he can make any member of the pack come within moments. Even the very practiced Alpha, for all his smug bragging about stamina. But this is all so new for Kurt, already so intense and overwhelming, even with Naseer barely moving. Corrigan wonders if their sweet, recently-virginal mate has ever even touched themselves before, if they have any idea how many wonderful ways their body can feel.
"I know, my love, it feels so good, so hot and perfect around your beautiful cock." He murmurs it against their ear, moving his fingers in rhythmic, rolling motions, caressing Kurt’s slick, hot inside, seeking out that place within them that'll truly send them into blissful madness. "Do you know how perfect you are? Every inch of you, made without flaw, intoxicating to us. There's nothing wrong in you, nothing shameful." Even as the fact he has to say this sends an ache through Corrigan’s core, he says it over and over against Kurt's neck, their ear, their tangled hair. "Nothing, you're so good, so beautiful, my sweet, perfect mate, my love, my life."
The plaintive plea comes, Kurt blushing and stammering as they obey, saying the filthy words for the first time, seemingly embarrassed. But Corrigan can feel the way they go tight and shuddering around his fingers, how the forbidden words thrill them. He looks forward to teasing them more, once they're wholly secure in their safety. The Alpha stifles a groan, thinking about someday teasing Kurt, just like this, calling them a needy, filthy little slut.
Time enough for that later, though -- the pack has the rest of forever to delight in their perfect mate. What matters is now, Kurt begging him -- for release, for permission, for more. Corrigan is fully hard by now, cock sliding free of it's sheath, rubbing against Kurt's slim back. He exhales, guiding his mate's small hand in tugging at Naseer's curls, seeing his Beta shiver in enjoyment. "Just like that, sweet one, he loves when you pull his hair like that, see? You make us both feel so good, Kurt, you're doing so good for us..." Corrigan slowly pulls his fingers free, guiding his cock to press inside instead -- sooner than he might usually, but wanting to soothe the sting of abandonment from earlier. "Come for me, beloved. I'm here, I won't leave you again. Never again, Kurt, never."
"I know, my love, it feels so good, so hot and perfect around your beautiful cock." He murmurs it against their ear, moving his fingers in rhythmic, rolling motions, caressing Kurt’s slick, hot inside, seeking out that place within them that'll truly send them into blissful madness. "Do you know how perfect you are? Every inch of you, made without flaw, intoxicating to us. There's nothing wrong in you, nothing shameful." Even as the fact he has to say this sends an ache through Corrigan’s core, he says it over and over against Kurt's neck, their ear, their tangled hair. "Nothing, you're so good, so beautiful, my sweet, perfect mate, my love, my life."
The plaintive plea comes, Kurt blushing and stammering as they obey, saying the filthy words for the first time, seemingly embarrassed. But Corrigan can feel the way they go tight and shuddering around his fingers, how the forbidden words thrill them. He looks forward to teasing them more, once they're wholly secure in their safety. The Alpha stifles a groan, thinking about someday teasing Kurt, just like this, calling them a needy, filthy little slut.
Time enough for that later, though -- the pack has the rest of forever to delight in their perfect mate. What matters is now, Kurt begging him -- for release, for permission, for more. Corrigan is fully hard by now, cock sliding free of it's sheath, rubbing against Kurt's slim back. He exhales, guiding his mate's small hand in tugging at Naseer's curls, seeing his Beta shiver in enjoyment. "Just like that, sweet one, he loves when you pull his hair like that, see? You make us both feel so good, Kurt, you're doing so good for us..." Corrigan slowly pulls his fingers free, guiding his cock to press inside instead -- sooner than he might usually, but wanting to soothe the sting of abandonment from earlier. "Come for me, beloved. I'm here, I won't leave you again. Never again, Kurt, never."
The words are embarrassing, yes—both what Kurt is made to say and what Corrigan purrs into their ear—but something about hearing them spoken makes Kurt feel all weak and liquid inside. It's the same feeling as yesterday, that same intoxicating swirl of shame and pleasure, of humiliation and empowerment, coiling tight and hot in their gut.
Maybe it's the surprising pleasure of pain they inadvertently discovered yesterday. Not just physical pain lovingly given, but emotional pain as well, spiritual pain. The wolves don't find them reprehensible for enjoying their attentions, the ones they were always taught were shameful and filthy. In fact, they encourage Kurt to let go, to surrender, to feel the wealth of sensation overwhelming them with every part of their body and soul.
When they do, finally allowing themself to feel everything—Naseer humming around their cock when they pull his hair, his head bobbing faster and more focused, Corrigan's fingers leaving them and his thick flared cock taking their place, filling them up so completely—the pleasure is explosive. Kurt comes with a shuddering wail, clenching Naseer's hair as they empty down his tight, hot throat, their toes curling into the furs.
The Beta, terribly pleased with his performance, slowly pulls back once Kurt's cock stops twitching on his tongue. He swallows every drop of their spend with a satisfied moan, licking them clean, barely even needing to catch his breath before he starts showering them with praise. "Stunning, you're so perfect for us, beloved little dove, you did beautifully." The whole time, he presses hungry kisses to their shuddering stomach, their quivering thighs. He can see where Corrigan is joined with their mate, and it makes his mouth water.
"That's it, very good, deep breaths for me, my love," Naseer purrs, running his hands over Kurt's heaving chest, bitten and swollen and slick with salve. He steals a kiss from his breathless mate, then from his Alpha, shooting Corrigan a wolfish grin as he pulls back. "They should catch their breath before returning the favor, yes?"
Maybe it's the surprising pleasure of pain they inadvertently discovered yesterday. Not just physical pain lovingly given, but emotional pain as well, spiritual pain. The wolves don't find them reprehensible for enjoying their attentions, the ones they were always taught were shameful and filthy. In fact, they encourage Kurt to let go, to surrender, to feel the wealth of sensation overwhelming them with every part of their body and soul.
When they do, finally allowing themself to feel everything—Naseer humming around their cock when they pull his hair, his head bobbing faster and more focused, Corrigan's fingers leaving them and his thick flared cock taking their place, filling them up so completely—the pleasure is explosive. Kurt comes with a shuddering wail, clenching Naseer's hair as they empty down his tight, hot throat, their toes curling into the furs.
The Beta, terribly pleased with his performance, slowly pulls back once Kurt's cock stops twitching on his tongue. He swallows every drop of their spend with a satisfied moan, licking them clean, barely even needing to catch his breath before he starts showering them with praise. "Stunning, you're so perfect for us, beloved little dove, you did beautifully." The whole time, he presses hungry kisses to their shuddering stomach, their quivering thighs. He can see where Corrigan is joined with their mate, and it makes his mouth water.
"That's it, very good, deep breaths for me, my love," Naseer purrs, running his hands over Kurt's heaving chest, bitten and swollen and slick with salve. He steals a kiss from his breathless mate, then from his Alpha, shooting Corrigan a wolfish grin as he pulls back. "They should catch their breath before returning the favor, yes?"
"Mmmhm," is Corrigan’s quick response, busy reaching out to snag his fingers into Naseer's curls and drag him back for a proper, deep kiss. He almost purrs in approval at the taste of Kurt on his Beta's tongue, hungrily sliding his own into Naseer's mouth, greedy and demanding. His hips rock lazily upwards, in no great rush, enjoying how Kurt shudders through the aftershocks of their climax, tight and rhythmic around the Alpha’s cock.
"So indulgent," Corrigan breathes out when he finally releases Naseer, raining a few more kisses across his flushed, blissful face. "But yes, catch your breath, little love." He releases his grip on Naseer, wraps both arms around Kurt and snuggles them closer against his chest, feeling their pulse racing wildly, the heave of each breath. Best of all, he can feel their pleasure singing through the pack link, a soaring, blissful feeling that's achingly sweet in how new it is. Every touch is a marvel, a revelation of all the wondrous things their body can do.
Corrigan strokes a big hand up and down over Kurt's shuddering stomach, murmuring against their neck: "Beloved, we're just getting started. Just you wait..."
"So indulgent," Corrigan breathes out when he finally releases Naseer, raining a few more kisses across his flushed, blissful face. "But yes, catch your breath, little love." He releases his grip on Naseer, wraps both arms around Kurt and snuggles them closer against his chest, feeling their pulse racing wildly, the heave of each breath. Best of all, he can feel their pleasure singing through the pack link, a soaring, blissful feeling that's achingly sweet in how new it is. Every touch is a marvel, a revelation of all the wondrous things their body can do.
Corrigan strokes a big hand up and down over Kurt's shuddering stomach, murmuring against their neck: "Beloved, we're just getting started. Just you wait..."
Define "cool". Tramp stamp? Ass tat? Location us important.
It is. Especially when you know how to use it.
It is. Especially when you know how to use it.
That's a good question. I can't decide which is funnier, so whatever one is.
Nobody fakes it with me. I've got stamina for days and kinks nobody's even heard of.
Nobody fakes it with me. I've got stamina for days and kinks nobody's even heard of.
Baby.
Two more days. That's it. Then I'm flying home and I'm not leaving you again. It's fucking miserable here without you.
Two more days. That's it. Then I'm flying home and I'm not leaving you again. It's fucking miserable here without you.
[ ooc: bless u for the captcha escape ]
the extended cock blocking is funnier, i think. cock blocking for life.
big talk, molloy. I’ll believe it when I see it
the extended cock blocking is funnier, i think. cock blocking for life.
big talk, molloy. I’ll believe it when I see it
Because I'm giving you my word. I know it hasn't meant much in the past, but it's what I have to give.
I don't want to be anywhere else but with you.
I don't want to be anywhere else but with you.
You know in a fan of BOTH those locations. Or a hip. Anywhere ass-adjacent is good.
AM I? I'm sure there's SOME obscure kink I've never tried. Mayne in French.
AM I? I'm sure there's SOME obscure kink I've never tried. Mayne in French.
Sort of a less sexy version of orgasm denial, but specifically for people who annoy me.
See it, hear it. Feel it. Whatever sense you prefer. Can you be here in ten?
See it, hear it. Feel it. Whatever sense you prefer. Can you be here in ten?
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