They're so perfect. They're tight and hot and slick around Corrigan’s cock, snug without resistance, letting him inside like they've been waiting all their life for this. Perhaps they have -- the sensation of relief, of coming home is indescribable for Corrigan and, judging by Kurt’s needy, gasping cries, he isn't alone.

"So, so good, so good," he praises again and again, hands finding their hips, lifting them up and pulling them closer, watching them take inch after inch of his cock, watching as he finally comes to rest, buried to the hilt. Corrigan could easily come like this, could let his control lapse and release inside his mate without even needing to move. His claws leave tiny pinprick marks on Kurt's smooth, pale flesh as he rocks his hips gently, watches as his cock shifts visibly inside the small human.

Naseer sees Corrigan’s fascination, guiding Kurt’s hand down to settle on the bulge rounding out their shivering stomach. "There," he murmurs against the youth's tousled hair. "Feel him inside you? Feel how well you take him?"

Corrigan obligingly rocks his hips again, groaning thickly at the feeling of even shallowly thrusting inside Kurt. The other wolves reach out as well, caressing their mate's belly, their alpha’s cock shifting inside, then stroking over their shuddering, sweat-slick body. Corrigan’s voice us soft, rough: "You'll take him next. Naseer. You'll take us all, just as perfectly." A deeper, harder thrust, his hips smacking against Kurt's ass. "You were made for this. Made for us."