Leo pulls a dramatic pout, even as he leans back into the Beta's touch, exhaling a groan at the feel of Kurt's small, delicate fingers wrapping around his cock. "More refined than Kai," he manages, cheeks flushing under his ever-present stubble. All of the wolves tend to be on the beardy, overgrown side, requiring Kurt's careful help to keep from being total messes.

Except Benji, of course, though there's a little scratch of whiskers as he plops down on the bench next to Kurt and nuzzles his cheek against theirs, not pulling away even when Kai rumbles at him. "Kurt always puts on a good show," he says loyally, scrunching his nose in a fond smile at his mate, sleepy-eyed and floppy-haired and pure adoration. Much more of a golden retriever than a wolf, truly.

Corrigan strides up last, carding his fingers into Benji's hair and gently, but firmly, tugging him away, back to his feet. "I think, for such bold words, Leo should deliver. We all should." The Alpha tucks Benji under one arm, then tugs gently at Kurt's hair as well, prompting them to look up for his next command: "Get him close, but don't let him come. Then do the same for Naseer, and Benji, and me. Get us all ready, let us fuck your throat, then you'll get all our come at once, all over that pretty face. Up for the challenge, Kurt?"