It's hard to believe that the fearful, trembling, teary-eyed youth of less than an hour ago is the same one that's even now pushing eagerly back against Naseer, so desperate to be filled again that there isn't a moment of hesitation. Corrigan knows damn well the pack is running a serious risk of creating a demanding, needy slut of a mate -- and he couldn't be prouder.
Laughing softly, he nuzzles at Naseer's shoulder, over the faint scar there -- his mark from years before. They all bear it, in one place or another, signs of their alpha, their king. Only Kurt has it on their neck, though, easily seen as Corrigan gathers their hair and gently, firmly, guides them forward. "I don't think the boy's have ever turned down a fight," he teases, his other hand coming to cradle Kurt’s chin. "Open wide, sweetheart, show them what they're fighting for."
Before Kurt can comply, Kai's already elbowing Leo hard in the ribs, prompting a brief, ferocious tussle that ends (as usual) with Kai doing something not strictly honorable -- in this case, jabbing Leo hard in the ribs and making him curl up like a shrimp -- and coming out the winner. Corrigan is used to this, rolling his eyes at Naseer, then gently pinching Kurt’s cheeks, prompting them to open their mouth wider. "Go slow," he instructs Kai firmly, smelling the barely-contained lust and urge to breed emanating from the younger wolf. "If you hurt them, I'm tearing your dick off."
Kai salutes, earning him a kick in the back of one leg by Leo, whose sulking is being consoled by Benji. The two nuzzle, kiss, curled up together in the grass with the reckless abandon of creatures who've never been ashamed of physical touch. Even Corrigan is momentarily distracted, though he turns his attention back to Kurt quickly. "Breathe through your nose," he instructs in a soft voice. "And arch your back so Naseer doesn't jostle you too much. They'll both be gentle until you're ready to take it harder, don't be afraid. Open your mouth nice and wide, show Kai how much you want him in your throat..."
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Laughing softly, he nuzzles at Naseer's shoulder, over the faint scar there -- his mark from years before. They all bear it, in one place or another, signs of their alpha, their king. Only Kurt has it on their neck, though, easily seen as Corrigan gathers their hair and gently, firmly, guides them forward. "I don't think the boy's have ever turned down a fight," he teases, his other hand coming to cradle Kurt’s chin. "Open wide, sweetheart, show them what they're fighting for."
Before Kurt can comply, Kai's already elbowing Leo hard in the ribs, prompting a brief, ferocious tussle that ends (as usual) with Kai doing something not strictly honorable -- in this case, jabbing Leo hard in the ribs and making him curl up like a shrimp -- and coming out the winner. Corrigan is used to this, rolling his eyes at Naseer, then gently pinching Kurt’s cheeks, prompting them to open their mouth wider. "Go slow," he instructs Kai firmly, smelling the barely-contained lust and urge to breed emanating from the younger wolf. "If you hurt them, I'm tearing your dick off."
Kai salutes, earning him a kick in the back of one leg by Leo, whose sulking is being consoled by Benji. The two nuzzle, kiss, curled up together in the grass with the reckless abandon of creatures who've never been ashamed of physical touch. Even Corrigan is momentarily distracted, though he turns his attention back to Kurt quickly. "Breathe through your nose," he instructs in a soft voice. "And arch your back so Naseer doesn't jostle you too much. They'll both be gentle until you're ready to take it harder, don't be afraid. Open your mouth nice and wide, show Kai how much you want him in your throat..."