Wolves may not be subtle creatures, but Corrigan is still doing a good job of hiding his frustration from Kurt, all things considered. He's gentle with them, affirming their line of thought, making sure they're comfortable as he gets up to find something for their pains. There's nothing he's really doing that should make Kurt fear for their safety.
Except they can tell he's not pleased. They don't know what or how or why–maybe the way his face furrows against their neck, maybe the first rumblings of a growl in his chest, maybe the claiming bites that connect them are messing with their head—but they know for a fact Corrigan is upset about something. It must be them. They're not compliant enough, not eager enough, not happy enough in their role as his mate. Yesterday, they'd been falling over themself to please and serve him, they'd been so grateful to him for claiming them. Of course he'd be upset with their sudden shift. He wouldn't understand why they're afraid.
So they try to pull themself together, shifting in the furs to get more comfortable, sucking down deep calming breaths. They have to make a good impression, endear themself to Corrigan before they give him a reason to really get upset. Even though his question makes them blush even harder, Kurt just has to swallow their embarrassment and nod softly, meeting his gaze, trying to get back to that fearless place they found themself in yesterday.
"Yes, I... Y-You were my first, Alpha." Maybe he'll like that. Men like that, don't they? Being with virgins? Kurt offers a wobbly smile, clearly embarrassed and aching, but really needing the approval of their mate. "It was th-the best first time I could've ever dreamed of. You made me feel really good, all of you... I-I'm sure I'll get used to it fast, Alpha, you won't have to take care of me like this every time, d-don't worry." They hope. God, they hope.
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Except they can tell he's not pleased. They don't know what or how or why–maybe the way his face furrows against their neck, maybe the first rumblings of a growl in his chest, maybe the claiming bites that connect them are messing with their head—but they know for a fact Corrigan is upset about something. It must be them. They're not compliant enough, not eager enough, not happy enough in their role as his mate. Yesterday, they'd been falling over themself to please and serve him, they'd been so grateful to him for claiming them. Of course he'd be upset with their sudden shift. He wouldn't understand why they're afraid.
So they try to pull themself together, shifting in the furs to get more comfortable, sucking down deep calming breaths. They have to make a good impression, endear themself to Corrigan before they give him a reason to really get upset. Even though his question makes them blush even harder, Kurt just has to swallow their embarrassment and nod softly, meeting his gaze, trying to get back to that fearless place they found themself in yesterday.
"Yes, I... Y-You were my first, Alpha." Maybe he'll like that. Men like that, don't they? Being with virgins? Kurt offers a wobbly smile, clearly embarrassed and aching, but really needing the approval of their mate. "It was th-the best first time I could've ever dreamed of. You made me feel really good, all of you... I-I'm sure I'll get used to it fast, Alpha, you won't have to take care of me like this every time, d-don't worry." They hope. God, they hope.