Even if Corrigan weren't at the very peak of his pleasure, the sight and sound of Kurt coming beneath him, mostly untouched, just from the sheer bliss of being bred -- that would've been enough. The snarl he lets out is earthshaking, rumbling and resonant and ending in his knot sliding inside his mate and swelling in place, in the sudden gushing heat of his release filling the tiny human, in his fangs finding that place where Kurt's neck and shoulder meet and biting down hard.

The bright tang of their blood is like sunshine, the scent of their pleasure addictive like no drug could be, and for a moment there's nobody in the world but the two of them. Corrigan keeps his teeth in place as his come pumps Kurt full, so much more than any human, enough to swell their flat stomach slightly. His knot keeps every drop in place, an ancient instinct to claim, to mate, to breed satisfied at last.

Eventually Corrigan is aware of the others -- Naseer still nuzzling the opposite side of Kurt's neck, where his own mark will be, Kai dragging his tongue over a bitemark he's left on the human's chest, Leo eagerly lapping up their come from their stomach, and Benji hazy-eyed and shivering, having come untouched at the same time as his alpha. The youngest wolf looks somewhat ashamed, cheeks flushing, but Corrigan reaches out to touch his thigh, squeeze it reassuringly. He'll have time to recover.

Because, for the moment, the alpha is sated, everything in him warm and pleased and satisfied. He slides his teeth free of Kurt's neck, drags his tongue over the perfect puncture wounds a couple times, encouraging them to clot, to heal. To scar. His knot is already going down, his body aware that the rest of the pack needs a turn, but he pauses long enough to nuzzle affectionately at Kurt's nose, kiss their panting mouth with his bloodstained one. "Did that feel good, my little mate?" he murmurs sweetly, almost a purr. "Are you ready for Naseer to take you next, breed you again?"