"We won't." Corrigan’s voice has the low, commanding timbre of an alpha, someone completely in charge, in control. With that voice, there's no doubt, no fear, nothing that could shake or intimidate him. The sun is bright and warm and Corrigan’s mouth is hot against Kurt's neck, tongue gentle on their racing pulse. "Nothing and no-one will ever hurt you again, we swear."
Bared like this, he can see old bruises, marks left to undercut the cruel words that have no doubt been hurtled at Kurt all their life. The younger wolves don't understand, but Corrigan and Naseer grew up close enough to humans to know -- anyone who's different is treated with exceptional cruelty. And Kurt is different. Their skirts and soft hair, the shape of their body they try to hide, their lone venture into the woods -- it speaks of things that make Corrigan’s heart ache. So he leans back, enough to rest his forehead against Kurt’s, letting them breathe him in, feel the warmth and strength of his presence.
"You're safe," he murmurs, hands coming up to stroke the sides of their teary face. He feels, more than sees Naseer doing the same, thumbs stroking over Kurt’s delicate wrists, holding their hands more than restraining them. Kai has one of their legs, Leo the other, and each follows their alpha’s lead, nuzzling and soothing the trembling muscles with their big, warm hands. Benjamin, at a loss for a moment, eventually settles for gathering Kurt's hair gently out of the way, clumsy but careful. The concentrated caresses of all five speak wordlessly of their happiness, their delight, their desire.
But like any hunt, the prey has to surrender. There's always a moment when it does, when the understanding comes and they let go. Until Kurt is there, Corrigan won't move forward.
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Bared like this, he can see old bruises, marks left to undercut the cruel words that have no doubt been hurtled at Kurt all their life. The younger wolves don't understand, but Corrigan and Naseer grew up close enough to humans to know -- anyone who's different is treated with exceptional cruelty. And Kurt is different. Their skirts and soft hair, the shape of their body they try to hide, their lone venture into the woods -- it speaks of things that make Corrigan’s heart ache. So he leans back, enough to rest his forehead against Kurt’s, letting them breathe him in, feel the warmth and strength of his presence.
"You're safe," he murmurs, hands coming up to stroke the sides of their teary face. He feels, more than sees Naseer doing the same, thumbs stroking over Kurt’s delicate wrists, holding their hands more than restraining them. Kai has one of their legs, Leo the other, and each follows their alpha’s lead, nuzzling and soothing the trembling muscles with their big, warm hands. Benjamin, at a loss for a moment, eventually settles for gathering Kurt's hair gently out of the way, clumsy but careful. The concentrated caresses of all five speak wordlessly of their happiness, their delight, their desire.
But like any hunt, the prey has to surrender. There's always a moment when it does, when the understanding comes and they let go. Until Kurt is there, Corrigan won't move forward.