Normally Corrigan prides himself on his stamina, but it may very well be just seconds before he finishes, before he knots the little human moaning and shuddering beneath him. They feel perfect, taking him over and over again, right to the hilt, tight and hot and blissful around his cock. He never wants to leave, wants to live in the mind-blowing pleasure of breeding his mate for the rest of his life.
But his brothers are being so patient, even as they nuzzle and kiss and caress Kurt’s body, their hands roaming everywhere, stroking along their shivering stomach and spread thighs and heaving chest. Only their neck remains off-limits, no wolf going near the place Corrigan will put his claiming mark. The urge to do that, to make it immediately visible who Kurt belongs to, soon takes precedent above all else.
The long, deep, rhythmic thrusts pick up speed, Corrigan barely pulling back before pounding back inside the young human. His hands clutch at their hips, leaving bright marks as he yanks them down to meet each thrust, deeper and harder and faster. The pack senses the change, resuming their grip on Kurt’s shivering arms and legs, holding them still again. Taking the alpha’s cock is one thing, but taking his knot is something else entirely. Even members of the pack had to build up to it, had to practice for weeks.
But this is their mate. Corrigan knows in his marrow that Kurt was made for their pack, for everything they had to give, pleasure and attention and passion. So he reaches up, caressing their cheek, bringing their attention back to him. "Don't be afraid," he breathes out, roughly, eyes gone black, teeth bared, more animal than man. But his touch on their face stays gentle, loving. "I'm going to knot you now, little mate, and it may hurt, but I know you can do it. You can take it, for me, for us. For your pack." He groans, whole body shuddering, knot beginning to swell, but he keeps his eyes locked with Kurt's. "For your alpha."
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Date: 2023-04-10 01:24 am (UTC)But his brothers are being so patient, even as they nuzzle and kiss and caress Kurt’s body, their hands roaming everywhere, stroking along their shivering stomach and spread thighs and heaving chest. Only their neck remains off-limits, no wolf going near the place Corrigan will put his claiming mark. The urge to do that, to make it immediately visible who Kurt belongs to, soon takes precedent above all else.
The long, deep, rhythmic thrusts pick up speed, Corrigan barely pulling back before pounding back inside the young human. His hands clutch at their hips, leaving bright marks as he yanks them down to meet each thrust, deeper and harder and faster. The pack senses the change, resuming their grip on Kurt’s shivering arms and legs, holding them still again. Taking the alpha’s cock is one thing, but taking his knot is something else entirely. Even members of the pack had to build up to it, had to practice for weeks.
But this is their mate. Corrigan knows in his marrow that Kurt was made for their pack, for everything they had to give, pleasure and attention and passion. So he reaches up, caressing their cheek, bringing their attention back to him. "Don't be afraid," he breathes out, roughly, eyes gone black, teeth bared, more animal than man. But his touch on their face stays gentle, loving. "I'm going to knot you now, little mate, and it may hurt, but I know you can do it. You can take it, for me, for us. For your pack." He groans, whole body shuddering, knot beginning to swell, but he keeps his eyes locked with Kurt's. "For your alpha."