"Oh, I'm sure," Corrigan murmurs indulgently, hiding his smile against Kurt's neck. The rest of the pack will be indignant when they find out he hasn't simply been playing the devoted, doting caretaker with their new mate -- but being Alpha means he gets extra privileges, damn it. And sometimes those privileges mean getting to learn more about what makes Kurt shudder and squirm in pleasure, and produces those sweet, needy sounds from their pretty marked-up throat.
"You've already proven more than adept at the other duties of a pack-mate," the wolfman purrs against Kurt's ear, coaxing them to lie back against him, to feel his warm, firm body against theirs, free hand gently moving their arms aside so he can trace the bitemarks left scattered across their chest. "Taking all five of us, one after the other -- it was a beautiful sight, little mate of mine. There's a reason I haven't let you out of my sight since."
His fingers keep moving, slow circles and curls deep inside Kurt, seeking out what movements make them shiver, which make them go relaxed and boneless against him, which prompt more tiny, whimpering sounds. And his voice is soft, coaxing, impossibly gentle: "Your duties are to please us, delight us, and to surrender yourself to us in return. To let us make you feel all the pleasure you've given, and much more beside. You're the heart of us, Kurt, never forget that. Our center. Our beloved." Granted, the words may not really strike home with the delicious distraction of Corrigan’s clever fingers -- not to mention the warm weight of his cock stirring against their thighs -- but hopefully it's still somewhat soothing.
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"You've already proven more than adept at the other duties of a pack-mate," the wolfman purrs against Kurt's ear, coaxing them to lie back against him, to feel his warm, firm body against theirs, free hand gently moving their arms aside so he can trace the bitemarks left scattered across their chest. "Taking all five of us, one after the other -- it was a beautiful sight, little mate of mine. There's a reason I haven't let you out of my sight since."
His fingers keep moving, slow circles and curls deep inside Kurt, seeking out what movements make them shiver, which make them go relaxed and boneless against him, which prompt more tiny, whimpering sounds. And his voice is soft, coaxing, impossibly gentle: "Your duties are to please us, delight us, and to surrender yourself to us in return. To let us make you feel all the pleasure you've given, and much more beside. You're the heart of us, Kurt, never forget that. Our center. Our beloved." Granted, the words may not really strike home with the delicious distraction of Corrigan’s clever fingers -- not to mention the warm weight of his cock stirring against their thighs -- but hopefully it's still somewhat soothing.