Though Kurt cannot describe it with words, something strikes them when the wolf speaks, something primal inside them, like a pull in their gut. His voice is so deep and low, commanding authority, but still clear as a bell. Kurt believes him then, when he repeats that they're safe, that no one will hurt them. They cannot articulate why, but they know deep in their bones that they really are safe in his hands.

In all of their hands. More than pinning them down so the eldest can have his way with them, the wolfmen all seem to be caressing them now, big warm hands impossibly gentle with every part of Kurt's body. There's still fear, of course there is, even if they believe his words, but it gets increasingly hard to remain fearful when they're so overwhelmed with touch. They shiver, resisting for a beat longer, hard-taught lessons still ringing in their ears. Nudity is shameful. Touch is shameful. Pleasure is shameful.

They are shameful.

But... if being touched all over like this is shameful, why does it feel so good? The hands at their calves, ankles, the soles of their feet, their wrists and palms, their neck, their tear-streaked face, the fingers playing so gently with their hair... Kurt closes their eyes, letting out a shaky breath, letting the wolf's words drown out the shame they have been taught to feel. They're safe, they're safe, no one will hurt them...

Naseer feels them relaxing under his paws, a warm smile spreading over his face. "There you go... Just like that, you're perfect, little one," he murmurs, silky and warm, threading his fingers through theirs. Their hands are so tiny and pale within his own. As soon as the human stops crying, Benji seems to relax too, the eager pup looking between Kurt and Corrigan with hope and excitement all over his face. He wants to see his alpha at work.