"Benji next," Corrigan agrees, feeling Kurt's pulse race beneath his palm, the way their whole body shudders through the aftershocks of coming so hard. He can remember how, when Kurt first joined the pack, coming even once was enough to completely wipe them out, how they'd need to rest and recover before even thinking about going another round.

Now, even with their spend coating the underside of their swollen belly, with their eyes hazy and unfocused, they still keep their mouth open, rock back against Kai's knot inside them, wait to be filled again. And Benji almost trips over his own feet to comply, hands sliding into Kurt's tangled hair, exhaling shakily as his cock slides into the perfect, slick heat of his mate's mouth.

"Oh my g-god--" Benji gulps, jerking forward helplessly, already throbbing against Kurt's tongue, grip tightening as he tries hard not to immediately come. If Corrigan were feeling gentle, he'd guide Kurt to be careful, just the lightest touch of their hand, the slightest movements, just letting the youngest wolf regain his stamina.

Corrigan is not feeling gentle. He slides his hand up Benji's thigh, squeezes at his ass, nudges him forward. "Come on, pup, get that pretty cock of yours into their throat. I want to hear them choking on it." Then, to Kurt: "If you can make him come, pet, I'll take Kai's place in your ass until he's ready again, hm? Keep you nice and full."