"I've got you, love, you're all right," Corrigan murmurs, glancing sideways towards Naseer, the most medically-inclined of the pack. Kurt's always been sensitive, and admittedly their body's changed under the focused attentions of the wolves. But if anything their stamina has increased, not their sensitivity -- it's normal now for them to take much rougher treatment and beg for more, instead of a break.
But Corrigan can feel how tender their chest is now, how their whole body shudders in almost-pain when he circles the tip of his thumb around the swollen bud of their nipple. He's barely begun, and his mate is squirming like he's been toying with them for hours. That definitely isn't typical.
Hope and concern and protective ferocity are pulsing through the link, less a coherent thought than a fervent tangle of emotions. It's real, it's happening, it must be, and the pack reacts with wordless joy -- all except for Benji.
Sweet Benji, ever the clumsy one, puts his foot in his mouth by scrambling out of the water and suggesting cheerfully: "Maybe you're finally pregnant!"
...not. Exactly how Corrigan would've handled things.
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But Corrigan can feel how tender their chest is now, how their whole body shudders in almost-pain when he circles the tip of his thumb around the swollen bud of their nipple. He's barely begun, and his mate is squirming like he's been toying with them for hours. That definitely isn't typical.
Hope and concern and protective ferocity are pulsing through the link, less a coherent thought than a fervent tangle of emotions. It's real, it's happening, it must be, and the pack reacts with wordless joy -- all except for Benji.
Sweet Benji, ever the clumsy one, puts his foot in his mouth by scrambling out of the water and suggesting cheerfully: "Maybe you're finally pregnant!"
...not. Exactly how Corrigan would've handled things.