Later, when he knows Kurt better, knows the needy, embarrassing, desperate side of them that they've kept secret for so many years, this is where Corrigan will tease them, ask them where they learned to move like that, who taught them to be such a needy wolf slut, and they'll laugh and moan and say you did, Alpha. But tonight, in the dim light of dusk, in the cool river, things are still cautious and careful. Corrigan presses his lips to Kurt's bared throat, grazes his teeth over the marks his pack has left, but doesn't bite down again. His hands grip at their ass as he rises, holding them against him as he fucks up into their needy, insatiable body, but he doesn't leave deep, stinging scratches this time.
Not yet. Not just yet. The heady haze of being claimed will pass, and there will be steps taken back for each movement forward. There are old bruises on Kurt's body that none of the wolves put there, and Corrigan is old enough to know what that means. They've been claimed and mated and bred, but they still need to be wooed, courted like only an adoring, eager wolf pack can do. But it'll take time.
Not tonight, though. Tonight Corrigan snarls his pleasure against his mate's throat, spills inside their tight, hot body and knots them deep and thick and immovable. Without the other wolves clamoring for a turn, he'll stay knotted for a while, tucking Kurt against his chest and carrying them back towards the cabin that serves as the packs den. He can feel their exhaustion, their bone-deep weariness, as well as the shivers from the cool air on their wet skin, and he wants them out of the cold.
The cabin is warm and cozily lit by the fire, a two-room affair draped in furs and the various pack member's hobbies -- Benji's carvings, Leo's weaving and so on. There's a pot of something on the fire, and Kai and Naseer lazily tussling in their massive wolf forms, the former cleaning blood off the Beta's sleek muzzle. Corrigan settles down on the pile of furs in front of the fire, stroking his hand up and down Kurt's damp back, then giving a low warning growl as Leo -- also wolf-formed -- lopes over and nuzzles at the human's bare leg. "Don't jostle them, they're tired," he grouches, cupping the wolf's long nose in his hand and giving him a warning look.
Leo huffs in annoyance, then rests his chin on Kurt's thigh, gazing up at them with bright, intelligent eyes. It's easy enough to switch between forms, but their mate is shivering a little, and wolf bodies are warmer and softer than humanoid ones.
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Date: 2023-05-23 09:51 pm (UTC)Not yet. Not just yet. The heady haze of being claimed will pass, and there will be steps taken back for each movement forward. There are old bruises on Kurt's body that none of the wolves put there, and Corrigan is old enough to know what that means. They've been claimed and mated and bred, but they still need to be wooed, courted like only an adoring, eager wolf pack can do. But it'll take time.
Not tonight, though. Tonight Corrigan snarls his pleasure against his mate's throat, spills inside their tight, hot body and knots them deep and thick and immovable. Without the other wolves clamoring for a turn, he'll stay knotted for a while, tucking Kurt against his chest and carrying them back towards the cabin that serves as the packs den. He can feel their exhaustion, their bone-deep weariness, as well as the shivers from the cool air on their wet skin, and he wants them out of the cold.
The cabin is warm and cozily lit by the fire, a two-room affair draped in furs and the various pack member's hobbies -- Benji's carvings, Leo's weaving and so on. There's a pot of something on the fire, and Kai and Naseer lazily tussling in their massive wolf forms, the former cleaning blood off the Beta's sleek muzzle. Corrigan settles down on the pile of furs in front of the fire, stroking his hand up and down Kurt's damp back, then giving a low warning growl as Leo -- also wolf-formed -- lopes over and nuzzles at the human's bare leg. "Don't jostle them, they're tired," he grouches, cupping the wolf's long nose in his hand and giving him a warning look.
Leo huffs in annoyance, then rests his chin on Kurt's thigh, gazing up at them with bright, intelligent eyes. It's easy enough to switch between forms, but their mate is shivering a little, and wolf bodies are warmer and softer than humanoid ones.