They don't come again, not so soon after, but they might as well have. Corrigan's pleasure, his devotion and joy and love is so explosive, felt through the link and the way he clutches them when he comes inside, that the sensations may well be Kurt's own. He completely loses himself in their body, and the bliss that follows is rapturous.
Kurt clings to him, panting and whimpering, mouth dripping with their own blood. They can feel their stomach swelling, filling the space between their bodies, as it has so many times before. But it's different now. Now, they fully understand what may follow. Now, they fully anticipate it.
They want it.
"A-Alpha," they moan, heels still digging into his back, refusing to let him go—not like he could pull away just yet, his knot too swollen, firmly locked inside. One of their trembling hands cup their stomach, all rounded and distended with his spend. It feels right. They laugh, breathy and shaky, looking down at themself, fully seeing their own body in this new light. It makes their heart swell in their chest. "I-Is this what I'll look like, Alpha? Carrying your b-baby?"
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Kurt clings to him, panting and whimpering, mouth dripping with their own blood. They can feel their stomach swelling, filling the space between their bodies, as it has so many times before. But it's different now. Now, they fully understand what may follow. Now, they fully anticipate it.
They want it.
"A-Alpha," they moan, heels still digging into his back, refusing to let him go—not like he could pull away just yet, his knot too swollen, firmly locked inside. One of their trembling hands cup their stomach, all rounded and distended with his spend. It feels right. They laugh, breathy and shaky, looking down at themself, fully seeing their own body in this new light. It makes their heart swell in their chest. "I-Is this what I'll look like, Alpha? Carrying your b-baby?"