Permission could not have come at a better time for Benji, who all but pounces on the little human, fur standing on end as he presses his lips to theirs. Leo already claimed Kurt's other nipple, leaving precious little for Benji to take for himself except that pretty mouth—their neck is off-limits for now, alpha has first claim, he knows that—and he clumsily tries to mirror Corrigan's deep, hot kiss from earlier.
To his delight, Kurt immediately surrenders to the kiss, parting their lips for him without thinking, still gasping and moaning and whimpering into his mouth. They're so overwhelmed with touch, hands and mouths all over them, inside of them, ravaging every spot that makes them senseless with desire. They never thought they could feel this good.
The beastman told the truth. None of them would harm them. Kurt barely remembers why they resisted in the first place.
While the pack plays with their pretty new toy, Naseer is left holding their hands, fingers gently squeezing theirs while he monitors everyone else, making sure no one oversteps. It's a testament to his willpower that, even when panting and unsheathing and aching, his loyalty to Corrigan never wavers.
In lieu of toying with Kurt, he leans in close, locking eyes with his alpha while murmuring filthy nothings in their ear, grinning the whole time: "You're doing so good, little one, what a perfect toy you are, moaning so pretty for us. We want to hear you scream your pleasure, little dove, scream when he gives you his cock, and he'll take you to heights of pleasure you thought impossible. That's it, go on, little one, scream for us..."
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To his delight, Kurt immediately surrenders to the kiss, parting their lips for him without thinking, still gasping and moaning and whimpering into his mouth. They're so overwhelmed with touch, hands and mouths all over them, inside of them, ravaging every spot that makes them senseless with desire. They never thought they could feel this good.
The beastman told the truth. None of them would harm them. Kurt barely remembers why they resisted in the first place.
While the pack plays with their pretty new toy, Naseer is left holding their hands, fingers gently squeezing theirs while he monitors everyone else, making sure no one oversteps. It's a testament to his willpower that, even when panting and unsheathing and aching, his loyalty to Corrigan never wavers.
In lieu of toying with Kurt, he leans in close, locking eyes with his alpha while murmuring filthy nothings in their ear, grinning the whole time: "You're doing so good, little one, what a perfect toy you are, moaning so pretty for us. We want to hear you scream your pleasure, little dove, scream when he gives you his cock, and he'll take you to heights of pleasure you thought impossible. That's it, go on, little one, scream for us..."