Kurt can't tell if they came alongside him or not. They must have, for how explosive the pleasure of being knotted once again had been, their cries startling a nearby flock of birds. Or maybe they've already gotten to the point where just feeling their mate coming inside them is enough, the impossible stretch and indescribable fullness and the rounding of their tummy with Alpha's hot spend leaving them boneless and tingling with contentment against him. It's serene. Taking his knot is the greatest pleasure they've ever known.
A part of them is begrudgingly relieved that there isn't a line of four more wolves waiting for their turn with their ass again—as much as they whine and pout and demand more, wanting the whole pack all at once, they are only human, in the end. Kurt only just lost their virginity to five feral wolfmen, they're apparently mated for life with the beasts, and they're all sore and sticky and weirdly a little emotional. If they let themself truly feel how exhausted they are, they would just succumb to it, resigned to sleep for a week straight just like this, clinging to Corrigan's body with his knot buried deep inside them.
It almost feels like they've dozed off already, suddenly surrounded by warmth and the comforting smell of food, the light dimming before their closed eyes. Only when a furry snout rubs against their naked thigh do they realize they're not dreaming, but in a cabin somehow, cradled against their Alpha in a huge pile of furs. And there's a huge wolf on their leg.
"Hiii... Y-You're beautiful." It's all they can manage, voice hoarse and airy, still not convinced they're fully awake. As if on instinct, their long pale fingers start carding through the wolf's fur—could this be... Leo? can they really tell them apart?—gently petting the massive beast without a hint of fear. They marvel at how soft and fluffy he is, so warm against their chilled skin. "Th-This... You all live here?" they ask softly, gaze going between Corrigan and possibly-Leo.
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A part of them is begrudgingly relieved that there isn't a line of four more wolves waiting for their turn with their ass again—as much as they whine and pout and demand more, wanting the whole pack all at once, they are only human, in the end. Kurt only just lost their virginity to five feral wolfmen, they're apparently mated for life with the beasts, and they're all sore and sticky and weirdly a little emotional. If they let themself truly feel how exhausted they are, they would just succumb to it, resigned to sleep for a week straight just like this, clinging to Corrigan's body with his knot buried deep inside them.
It almost feels like they've dozed off already, suddenly surrounded by warmth and the comforting smell of food, the light dimming before their closed eyes. Only when a furry snout rubs against their naked thigh do they realize they're not dreaming, but in a cabin somehow, cradled against their Alpha in a huge pile of furs. And there's a huge wolf on their leg.
"Hiii... Y-You're beautiful." It's all they can manage, voice hoarse and airy, still not convinced they're fully awake. As if on instinct, their long pale fingers start carding through the wolf's fur—could this be... Leo? can they really tell them apart?—gently petting the massive beast without a hint of fear. They marvel at how soft and fluffy he is, so warm against their chilled skin. "Th-This... You all live here?" they ask softly, gaze going between Corrigan and possibly-Leo.