"Very." Naseer's affect is flat and matter of fact, but there's no hiding the curl of smug satisfaction reaching through the pack link, touching even Kurt. No one knows Corrigan like Naseer does. Of course he was going to be a dumbass within the first day, you didn't need the Beta to tell you that.
But he hadn't predicted Kurt's fear. He'd—rightfully—assumed the Alpha would throw all his brash swagger around and say something thoughtless while swinging his dick, scandalizing or wounding the fragile little human. But it seems Kurt was already afraid, anxious about something or other, likely how they could possibly live up to the pack's lofty expectations. It's a lot of pressure to put on a stranger so young, so innocent and virginal, suddenly thrust into a life they have no hope of understanding without first living it.
Thankfully, Corrigan manages to pick up on this on his own. Naseer lets his Alpha take the cup of steeping tea, before fishing out a small root, softened in the hot water. "Here," he says softly, holding it to Kurt's lips. He doesn't want to make them release Corrigan's hands. "For chewing. To calm your heart." Kurt whimpers softly, but ultimately lets Naseer ease the root into their mouth and slowly starts chewing. It's bitter and earthy and leathery, making their face scrunch up, but they trust in the pack's medicines. All of their aches are gone, after all.
While they chew, they mull over Corrigan's words. He seems genuine, it's not that, it's just... of course he'd say that. Of course he'd say Kurt couldn't possibly displease him, that them being in his life makes it worth living, but will he say the same when they mess up a meal? When they break something? When they don't satisfy his desires anymore? Men punish their spouses over the smallest little thing sometimes, all while proclaiming how much they love them. How could Kurt ever be sure?
But... his touch still feels so good. His words still spark hopeful fires within them. He hasn't hurt them for this stumble, this moment of fear and doubt. That's something, right? "You... I-I'm sorry, Alpha, I didn't mean to... Um, th-thank you for saying that," they finally settle on, feeling their eyes starting to burn a little, their throat closing up. "Y-You're very kind. I don't want to be a b-burden to you, a-any of you."
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Date: 2023-06-02 10:27 am (UTC)But he hadn't predicted Kurt's fear. He'd—rightfully—assumed the Alpha would throw all his brash swagger around and say something thoughtless while swinging his dick, scandalizing or wounding the fragile little human. But it seems Kurt was already afraid, anxious about something or other, likely how they could possibly live up to the pack's lofty expectations. It's a lot of pressure to put on a stranger so young, so innocent and virginal, suddenly thrust into a life they have no hope of understanding without first living it.
Thankfully, Corrigan manages to pick up on this on his own. Naseer lets his Alpha take the cup of steeping tea, before fishing out a small root, softened in the hot water. "Here," he says softly, holding it to Kurt's lips. He doesn't want to make them release Corrigan's hands. "For chewing. To calm your heart." Kurt whimpers softly, but ultimately lets Naseer ease the root into their mouth and slowly starts chewing. It's bitter and earthy and leathery, making their face scrunch up, but they trust in the pack's medicines. All of their aches are gone, after all.
While they chew, they mull over Corrigan's words. He seems genuine, it's not that, it's just... of course he'd say that. Of course he'd say Kurt couldn't possibly displease him, that them being in his life makes it worth living, but will he say the same when they mess up a meal? When they break something? When they don't satisfy his desires anymore? Men punish their spouses over the smallest little thing sometimes, all while proclaiming how much they love them. How could Kurt ever be sure?
But... his touch still feels so good. His words still spark hopeful fires within them. He hasn't hurt them for this stumble, this moment of fear and doubt. That's something, right? "You... I-I'm sorry, Alpha, I didn't mean to... Um, th-thank you for saying that," they finally settle on, feeling their eyes starting to burn a little, their throat closing up. "Y-You're very kind. I don't want to be a b-burden to you, a-any of you."