Even after all these years, Corrigan still hasn't grown tired of watching Naseer fuck someone. There's something damn near artistic in it, the way his dark curls tumble into his face, the lithe, relentless movements of his beautiful body, how he never stops purring sweet, filthy words into his lover's ear. The only experience that can top it is being the one under Naseer.
Corrigan knows the others are watching just as raptly -- Leo, awaiting his turn patiently, Benji, who's already recovered and is anxiously ready to go, Kai, sprawling in the grass and catching his breath. They all know the bliss of being on the receiving end of Naseer's magnificent cock, and they're all eager to see Kurt come again. Corrigan doesn't dare look away, though, won't divide his attention from their human mate for even an instant.
One big hand comes up, cradling Kurt's chin, even as they're shuddering and sobbing and begging him -- for mercy, for more, he isn't quite certain. It doesn't really matter, as he doesn't imagine even they know. "Shhh, I'm here," he murmurs, thumbing away the mix of saliva and tears and come covering the little human's face. The gentle touch is a deliberate contrast to Naseer's tight grip on their hair, dominance and comfort blurring together. "You aren't nearly done yet, my sweet little mate. I told you, all of us will have a turn with you before you can rest."
There's a bemused, dark note in Corrigan’s voice as he catches Kurt's teary gaze with his own. "Naseer isn't letting you go until he's completely satisfied, and by then Kai will want his turn with your ass. You're going to take all our knots, come on them again and again, and you're going to love it." It's a command, a statement of absolute truth -- Kurt may beg and protest that its too much, but the wolves can smell their pleasure, their mindless carnal desire, and it only spurs them forward.
There will be no mercy for their little human, not today and not any day after. Any lingering thoughts of impropriety or modesty will be thoroughly obliterated by hours and hours of sheer physical overstimulated bliss.
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Corrigan knows the others are watching just as raptly -- Leo, awaiting his turn patiently, Benji, who's already recovered and is anxiously ready to go, Kai, sprawling in the grass and catching his breath. They all know the bliss of being on the receiving end of Naseer's magnificent cock, and they're all eager to see Kurt come again. Corrigan doesn't dare look away, though, won't divide his attention from their human mate for even an instant.
One big hand comes up, cradling Kurt's chin, even as they're shuddering and sobbing and begging him -- for mercy, for more, he isn't quite certain. It doesn't really matter, as he doesn't imagine even they know. "Shhh, I'm here," he murmurs, thumbing away the mix of saliva and tears and come covering the little human's face. The gentle touch is a deliberate contrast to Naseer's tight grip on their hair, dominance and comfort blurring together. "You aren't nearly done yet, my sweet little mate. I told you, all of us will have a turn with you before you can rest."
There's a bemused, dark note in Corrigan’s voice as he catches Kurt's teary gaze with his own. "Naseer isn't letting you go until he's completely satisfied, and by then Kai will want his turn with your ass. You're going to take all our knots, come on them again and again, and you're going to love it." It's a command, a statement of absolute truth -- Kurt may beg and protest that its too much, but the wolves can smell their pleasure, their mindless carnal desire, and it only spurs them forward.
There will be no mercy for their little human, not today and not any day after. Any lingering thoughts of impropriety or modesty will be thoroughly obliterated by hours and hours of sheer physical overstimulated bliss.