And Kai -- Kai the asshole, the jerk, the big unfair teasing meanie that he is -- just laughs at Kurt's indignant, near-frantic pleading, the way they flip back and forth from infuriated to begging, the way their whole body shudders as he teases them. They're not tied down, they could easily sit up and pounce on him, could move against him just right and get his cock inside them. If they really wanted to.

So he says that, digs his claw in just enough to prompt a tiny bead of blood to well up, trickling down the soft mound of Kurt's pregnancy-induced swelling chest, pooling in the hollow of their throat. "I dunno if you really need it," he drawls, even as he guides the flared head of his cock to press in, in, just enough that the little human's body gives, opens up eagerly -- then he pulls back, shaking his head. "You haven't convinced me yet, darlin'. That angry little puppy act might work on the Alpha, but not on me."

Another claw comes to trace across all that soft, tender, pale flesh, drawing bright red scratches across Kurt's chest, down their swelling stomach, so sharp that Kai barely needs to apply any pressure to bring droplets of blood to the surface. Then he reaches up, grabbing Kurt's slender wrists and pressing them firmly against the table. "I said I wanted you to ask sweet. So be sweet." Kai leans down, hair falling around his face, the hot, muscled length of his body pinning Kurt in place as he adds: "Or I might just tie you up and leave you here til the others wake up. You want that?"