For all his bravado and cockiness, Kai is just as weak to Kurt as the rest of the pack -- they have him wrapped around their finger, ready to do anything they want, anything they could possibly desire, as long as it made them grin like that. He ducks his head, resting his forehead against Kurt's and breathing in the sweet, hot tang of their arousal, the pheromones that are ever-present these days. It doesn't seem possible that they could be somehow more intoxicating now than that first day, but here they are.
"Yeah?" he manages roughly, big hands squeezing at Kurt's soft thighs, marveling again at the change from how scrawny and half-starved they'd been months before. Their thighs, their chest, their hips -- all soft and pliant under his hungry, rough hands. And of course, their stomach, rounded a little more every day, a notable bump against Kai's own abdomen when they're pressed this close. The rest of the pack has been erring on the side of caution lately, not wanting to cause undue stress to Kurt or the baby, but Kai can feel how desperately they need something harder, faster, deeper. They need to be more than satisfied. They need to be fucked.
Kai likes the warm sunlit riverbanks and the cool glades of the forest just as much as any other wolf, but if he's going to give Kurt what they're begging for, they need something slightly more sturdy. So he carries them over to the wide, flat bench at the back of the cabin, usually used for stacking furs or drying herbs and plants in the sun. It's a little too narrow for the pack to use it as a seat, generally, but Kurt fits just perfectly, laid out on their back against the two or three newly-tanned deerskin. Kai looms over them, breathless and dark-eyed and hungry, hands sliding up and down all his mate's new soft curves. "All right, you got me trapped, little wolf. What're you going to do now, hm?"
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"Yeah?" he manages roughly, big hands squeezing at Kurt's soft thighs, marveling again at the change from how scrawny and half-starved they'd been months before. Their thighs, their chest, their hips -- all soft and pliant under his hungry, rough hands. And of course, their stomach, rounded a little more every day, a notable bump against Kai's own abdomen when they're pressed this close. The rest of the pack has been erring on the side of caution lately, not wanting to cause undue stress to Kurt or the baby, but Kai can feel how desperately they need something harder, faster, deeper. They need to be more than satisfied. They need to be fucked.
Kai likes the warm sunlit riverbanks and the cool glades of the forest just as much as any other wolf, but if he's going to give Kurt what they're begging for, they need something slightly more sturdy. So he carries them over to the wide, flat bench at the back of the cabin, usually used for stacking furs or drying herbs and plants in the sun. It's a little too narrow for the pack to use it as a seat, generally, but Kurt fits just perfectly, laid out on their back against the two or three newly-tanned deerskin. Kai looms over them, breathless and dark-eyed and hungry, hands sliding up and down all his mate's new soft curves. "All right, you got me trapped, little wolf. What're you going to do now, hm?"