The words are embarrassing, yes—both what Kurt is made to say and what Corrigan purrs into their ear—but something about hearing them spoken makes Kurt feel all weak and liquid inside. It's the same feeling as yesterday, that same intoxicating swirl of shame and pleasure, of humiliation and empowerment, coiling tight and hot in their gut.
Maybe it's the surprising pleasure of pain they inadvertently discovered yesterday. Not just physical pain lovingly given, but emotional pain as well, spiritual pain. The wolves don't find them reprehensible for enjoying their attentions, the ones they were always taught were shameful and filthy. In fact, they encourage Kurt to let go, to surrender, to feel the wealth of sensation overwhelming them with every part of their body and soul.
When they do, finally allowing themself to feel everything—Naseer humming around their cock when they pull his hair, his head bobbing faster and more focused, Corrigan's fingers leaving them and his thick flared cock taking their place, filling them up so completely—the pleasure is explosive. Kurt comes with a shuddering wail, clenching Naseer's hair as they empty down his tight, hot throat, their toes curling into the furs.
The Beta, terribly pleased with his performance, slowly pulls back once Kurt's cock stops twitching on his tongue. He swallows every drop of their spend with a satisfied moan, licking them clean, barely even needing to catch his breath before he starts showering them with praise. "Stunning, you're so perfect for us, beloved little dove, you did beautifully." The whole time, he presses hungry kisses to their shuddering stomach, their quivering thighs. He can see where Corrigan is joined with their mate, and it makes his mouth water.
"That's it, very good, deep breaths for me, my love," Naseer purrs, running his hands over Kurt's heaving chest, bitten and swollen and slick with salve. He steals a kiss from his breathless mate, then from his Alpha, shooting Corrigan a wolfish grin as he pulls back. "They should catch their breath before returning the favor, yes?"
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Date: 2023-06-05 10:55 pm (UTC)Maybe it's the surprising pleasure of pain they inadvertently discovered yesterday. Not just physical pain lovingly given, but emotional pain as well, spiritual pain. The wolves don't find them reprehensible for enjoying their attentions, the ones they were always taught were shameful and filthy. In fact, they encourage Kurt to let go, to surrender, to feel the wealth of sensation overwhelming them with every part of their body and soul.
When they do, finally allowing themself to feel everything—Naseer humming around their cock when they pull his hair, his head bobbing faster and more focused, Corrigan's fingers leaving them and his thick flared cock taking their place, filling them up so completely—the pleasure is explosive. Kurt comes with a shuddering wail, clenching Naseer's hair as they empty down his tight, hot throat, their toes curling into the furs.
The Beta, terribly pleased with his performance, slowly pulls back once Kurt's cock stops twitching on his tongue. He swallows every drop of their spend with a satisfied moan, licking them clean, barely even needing to catch his breath before he starts showering them with praise. "Stunning, you're so perfect for us, beloved little dove, you did beautifully." The whole time, he presses hungry kisses to their shuddering stomach, their quivering thighs. He can see where Corrigan is joined with their mate, and it makes his mouth water.
"That's it, very good, deep breaths for me, my love," Naseer purrs, running his hands over Kurt's heaving chest, bitten and swollen and slick with salve. He steals a kiss from his breathless mate, then from his Alpha, shooting Corrigan a wolfish grin as he pulls back. "They should catch their breath before returning the favor, yes?"