Kai is so gentle with them, even as he fists his hand in their hair, even as he begs his alpha for permission to come, his hips quaking with effort to hold back. Even when he comes, spilling thick and hot down their throat, he is so careful not to hurt them, making the little human whine needily around him. They can feel his cock pulsing, throbbing in their throat, against their tongue, they can feel him releasing in near-endless waves, his spend settling heavy in their stomach.
He tastes good. Really good. He fills their mouth to bursting before splattering the rest over their face, just as hot and thick as the rest, and Kurt sobs as they swallow as much as they can—a tall task, too tall, some of his come spilling past their lips and trickling down their chin. They can get truly addicted to this taste, this sensation, rich and heady and seductive. That's to say nothing of all the attention, the praise, which is already going to their little head.
They did very well. They're so good. They deserve a reward.
"I do, brother," Naseer says, grinning at his alpha, but even his calm exterior is starting to show cracks from such a delicious display. His eyes are black with need, his grin as shaky as his hands, gripping the sobbing, shivering, beguiling little human with barely restrained hunger. As soon as Corrigan cradles Kai close and gives his permission, Naseer starts pounding into them, hips colliding with their ass over and over as he fucks more of those delectable cries out of them. Kai's cock has left their throat tender, their screams hoarse, which just makes him fuck them harder. There's no way he's going to let Kai outdo him. He'll show the pack why he's second in command.
Kurt is grabbing fistfuls of warm, wet grass, holding on for dear life, feeling every inch of Naseer's cock slamming into them again and again, reaching all the way into their stomach, heavy with Kai's spend. It's so much, it's too much, it's too good, their pleasure already building into another explosive climax, everyone's watching, everyone's going to see them come so hard again, it's too much. But when they instinctively try to hide their flushed, come-spattered face in the grass, Naseer twists a hand into their hair and yanks, forcing their hazy gaze back up, the pain making them cry louder. He's growling into their ear, they think, don't hide, let them see, let them all see how good you feel on my cock, and Kurt sobs as they come all over themself for the second time today. "P-Please, please, a-alpha—!"
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He tastes good. Really good. He fills their mouth to bursting before splattering the rest over their face, just as hot and thick as the rest, and Kurt sobs as they swallow as much as they can—a tall task, too tall, some of his come spilling past their lips and trickling down their chin. They can get truly addicted to this taste, this sensation, rich and heady and seductive. That's to say nothing of all the attention, the praise, which is already going to their little head.
They did very well. They're so good. They deserve a reward.
"I do, brother," Naseer says, grinning at his alpha, but even his calm exterior is starting to show cracks from such a delicious display. His eyes are black with need, his grin as shaky as his hands, gripping the sobbing, shivering, beguiling little human with barely restrained hunger. As soon as Corrigan cradles Kai close and gives his permission, Naseer starts pounding into them, hips colliding with their ass over and over as he fucks more of those delectable cries out of them. Kai's cock has left their throat tender, their screams hoarse, which just makes him fuck them harder. There's no way he's going to let Kai outdo him. He'll show the pack why he's second in command.
Kurt is grabbing fistfuls of warm, wet grass, holding on for dear life, feeling every inch of Naseer's cock slamming into them again and again, reaching all the way into their stomach, heavy with Kai's spend. It's so much, it's too much, it's too good, their pleasure already building into another explosive climax, everyone's watching, everyone's going to see them come so hard again, it's too much. But when they instinctively try to hide their flushed, come-spattered face in the grass, Naseer twists a hand into their hair and yanks, forcing their hazy gaze back up, the pain making them cry louder. He's growling into their ear, they think, don't hide, let them see, let them all see how good you feel on my cock, and Kurt sobs as they come all over themself for the second time today. "P-Please, please, a-alpha—!"