Down by the river, Benji takes vengeance on behalf of his splashed Alpha and mate by pouncing on Kai, and promptly getting dunked. Leo is sprawled out in the sun in wolf-form, half-draped across a dozing Naseer's lap, all of them apparently relaxed and unconcerned. But Corrigan can feel their subtle alertness, the way each is in tune with Kurt's discomfort, ready to leap up and assist if needed.
Not yet, though. The laugh is genuine, and despite their mysterious aches, Kurt wiggles their hips easily (and temptingly) into Corrigan’s lap, clearly not too ill to enjoy their Alpha’s attentions. "Mmmm, right, huckleberries. Perhaps they were fermented? A bit...intoxicating?"
Kurt's hands come to their chest, drawing Corrigan’s eyes there. They've filled out quite a bit in the past few weeks, all the healthy food and sunshine and rest, and all the wolves enjoy just how sensitive their pert, pretty nipples are. But now Corrigan can see the swelling, the fullness, the way Kurt's delicate hands cup over actual rounded peaks. That's new.
A thrill of hope runs lightning-fast through the pack link, a vague thought thats been simmering at the back of all their minds coming to the front. Corrigan gently tugs Kurt's hands away, replacing them with his own, the rough pad of his thumb stroking slowly over one tender, swollen nipple. "Right here?" he prompts, feigning ignorance, like he can't feel exactly what his touch is doing to his mate. "How does this feel, little bird?"
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Not yet, though. The laugh is genuine, and despite their mysterious aches, Kurt wiggles their hips easily (and temptingly) into Corrigan’s lap, clearly not too ill to enjoy their Alpha’s attentions. "Mmmm, right, huckleberries. Perhaps they were fermented? A bit...intoxicating?"
Kurt's hands come to their chest, drawing Corrigan’s eyes there. They've filled out quite a bit in the past few weeks, all the healthy food and sunshine and rest, and all the wolves enjoy just how sensitive their pert, pretty nipples are. But now Corrigan can see the swelling, the fullness, the way Kurt's delicate hands cup over actual rounded peaks. That's new.
A thrill of hope runs lightning-fast through the pack link, a vague thought thats been simmering at the back of all their minds coming to the front. Corrigan gently tugs Kurt's hands away, replacing them with his own, the rough pad of his thumb stroking slowly over one tender, swollen nipple. "Right here?" he prompts, feigning ignorance, like he can't feel exactly what his touch is doing to his mate. "How does this feel, little bird?"