Miles is a cruel but brutally efficient teacher. As soon as he gets what he wants, the punishments stop—though the threats of accidents do not—and he's all gentle and helpful once more, supporting them as he guides them wherever they're going next. All Kurt has to do is duck their head and follow his lead, obey him promptly, act subservient and meek, and neither they nor the pup will end up hurt.
They hope. God above, they hope. They will do anything to protect their baby.
That's why Miles' hand pressing against their belly puts them in such a tricky situation. They can live with him groping their ass—even though he squeezes much too hard, makes himself much too familiar, helps himself to imagined privileges he never truthfully had any right to. They're already resigning themself to Miles having his way with them sooner rather than later. He'll touch them whether they like it or not. But the baby... Miles getting his hands anywhere near the baby makes their hackles rise, and their immediate instinct is to swat his hand away.
They don't, of course. Wouldn't want an accident. "Five months, sir," they manage through fresh tears, shuddering from how possessively firm Miles' touch is. They have to fight to keep their voice low and even. "I understand I'm further along than I would be with a human child. Naseer s-says..." Just thinking about the Beta makes their heart ache, a dull heavy pain in their chest. "S-Sorry. They think I'm due in a month's time, sir."
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Date: 2023-11-11 10:49 pm (UTC)They hope. God above, they hope. They will do anything to protect their baby.
That's why Miles' hand pressing against their belly puts them in such a tricky situation. They can live with him groping their ass—even though he squeezes much too hard, makes himself much too familiar, helps himself to imagined privileges he never truthfully had any right to. They're already resigning themself to Miles having his way with them sooner rather than later. He'll touch them whether they like it or not. But the baby... Miles getting his hands anywhere near the baby makes their hackles rise, and their immediate instinct is to swat his hand away.
They don't, of course. Wouldn't want an accident. "Five months, sir," they manage through fresh tears, shuddering from how possessively firm Miles' touch is. They have to fight to keep their voice low and even. "I understand I'm further along than I would be with a human child. Naseer s-says..." Just thinking about the Beta makes their heart ache, a dull heavy pain in their chest. "S-Sorry. They think I'm due in a month's time, sir."