"He has his moments," Kai teases, sitting up from where he'd been sprawled in the furs, half-asleep, even though it's been hours since he'd spilled over Kurt's hands with an all-consuming growl of pleasure. Corrigan’s still there, sitting back against the furs with his eyes half-closed, blissful in the satisfaction of his pack, his mate. The fearful unease of that morning is gone, replaced with a comfortable bliss the Alpha hasn't felt since leaving his childhood pack -- a cohesion he's longed for ever since.

Kurt had done that. Beautiful, sweet-voiced, bright-eyed Kurt, their hair neatly rebraided (Benji had pulled most of it loose when Kurt was sucking him off, and had apologized profusely, the words not ringing fully true considering he was still coming as he said them) and hanging down their back, their bare feet so small against the dusty ground. Corrigan idly thinks about brooms, about the way the shabby little cabin can be fixed up, the unused back room turned into a proper bedroom, the ways he can turn their den into a home. He wants to do it all immediately, wants to give Kurt everything they've ever dreamed of, everything they could possibly want.

There's time, though. Time for him to chuckle as Kai bounds up, grabbing Benji around the waist and nuzzling at his neck, teasing: "Look at you blushing, pup, like you didn't just come your brains out down their pretty throat. Don't be so modest."

"I'm not blushing!" Benji squawks, absolutely blushing as he tries to wriggle free from his brother's grasp.