It's only been mere moments since they came a second time, and Alpha's words are already making a third climax stir within them. They're not nearly done yet. They're going to take all of them, all of their knots, over and over. They're going to love it. Kurt can't honestly tell if the wet sob of a noise that escapes them at his command is one of delight or anguish. It's probably a little of both. Or it could be Naseer hitting a particular spot inside them with his massive cock plunging in and out of their shuddering body, making the little human see stars with every single powerful thrust.

Naseer can normally go for hours, which wouldn't bode well for his wailing little mate, nor for his brothers, impatiently pacing for their turn—Kai might still need some time to recover, though Leo would be more than happy to cut in line as payback. However, said wailing mate is taking his cock so well, squeezing so tight around him, crying their pleasure loud and bright and without shame. They smell intoxicating.

So it really is no wonder he goes the way of his Alpha, feeling his knot swelling much sooner than normal, pounding against their tender hole before it finally slips inside. It's almost a relief, hearing Kurt's cries turn shrill and pleading, knowing in his heart they already relish in the feeling. Their perfect little body was made for them. He finds himself unable to speak as he empties himself inside, breathless as he wrenches Kurt's head back further, baring their neck, and sinking his teeth into that supple flesh. Their blood is as bright as their cries.

"Aw, sweetheart, don't cry," Leo purrs, sidling up beside Corrigan with a playful grin on his face, a big hand gently brushing tears and come off their mate's bright red cheek. Kurt is openly sobbing, bleeding and in pain and overstimulated and desperately hard and not nearly done yet. "These old men can't keep you satisfied for long, huh? Shh, don't worry, baby. I'll have you next."