By now, Corrigan is coming to familiarize himself with the way Kurt reacts to being touched -- the shuddery, whimpering sound they make as his fingers slide back inside them, the way their head falls back on his shoulder as he sinks to the knuckle, the quivering of their thighs as he (unnecessarily) fingers them back open. Nevermind that he can still taste their pleasure in the sweat drying on their skin, that they rock back on his hand eagerly, that he probably could've simply pulled them onto his lap and onto his cock with no preparation.

It's too much fun to see Naseer settling between Kurt's spread legs, smiling up at Corrigan, beautiful and warm and beloved. Keeping the pack protected and fed and cohesive is a hard job, and the moments he gets to share alone with his loyal lieutenant, his Beta, his always, are few and far between. Getting to share one of them with their mate as well -- breathless and moaning between the wolves, arching into each touch -- is even sweeter.

"Taste them," Corrigan says decisively, deciding to reward himself with the privilege of watching Naseer's truly magnificent mouth enjoying Kurt's beautiful body. "I don't think our sweet mate's ever felt that before, hm?" His free hand comes up, cradling Kurt's chin, turning their face so he can catch their pretty mouth with his. "What do you think, beloved? I can speak from experience and assure you that Naseer's mouth feels wonderful. And, once you've come down his throat, you can return the favor while I knot your needy ass again."