Poor little Kurt is completely oblivious to Corrigan's lingering link with Miles, strained and brittle though it had been, and the message that Alpha had sent before breaking the link once and for all. Had they known, had they even had an inkling that Corrigan knew, that he was coming for them, maybe they wouldn't be submitting so easily. But the intruder, the usurper, doesn't give anything away with his expression. He just wears that same cold, detached look, watching them with something they can only describe as unwavering disinterest as he pushes their open mouth onto his cock.
The human can't hide their feelings as well as he can. Being with the wolves has only made them more expressive, easier to read, seeing as they no longer had anything to fear from showing their emotions. So there's no hiding the pitiful shiver of delight as Miles' cock breaches their throat. It goes all the way down their spine to their twitching toes, fingers curling against his hips, their eyes reflexively growing hazy.
It doesn't matter that his cock is thoroughly unimpressive compared to what they're used to, nor that he lacks in any flair or technique. Kurt has done this so many times, their mouth so well-trained by now, that just the act of servicing him triggers a full-body pleasure response. Being pregnant and flooded with hormones doesn't exactly help. It's so unfair.
But they can still follow orders, uncrossing their eyes to look up at him when he commands it, those big devastating eyes welling with tears fixed on Miles' face through long eyelashes. They shudder, held firmly in place against his pelvis, throat working around his cock, fluttering, clenching, squeezing. As their lips and tongue twitch against him, Kurt can feel themself getting hard too, unfairly at the mercy of their oversensitive, well-conditioned body, so finely tuned to pleasure and pain.
Kurt never once fights him. Even as their lungs start to ache for air, they don't resist his grip or try to pull away. If what Miles wants is a quiet, submissive, obedient little breeding slave, that's what they'll be for him. Their own pathetic reflexive pleasure might even help sell the performance...
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The human can't hide their feelings as well as he can. Being with the wolves has only made them more expressive, easier to read, seeing as they no longer had anything to fear from showing their emotions. So there's no hiding the pitiful shiver of delight as Miles' cock breaches their throat. It goes all the way down their spine to their twitching toes, fingers curling against his hips, their eyes reflexively growing hazy.
It doesn't matter that his cock is thoroughly unimpressive compared to what they're used to, nor that he lacks in any flair or technique. Kurt has done this so many times, their mouth so well-trained by now, that just the act of servicing him triggers a full-body pleasure response. Being pregnant and flooded with hormones doesn't exactly help. It's so unfair.
But they can still follow orders, uncrossing their eyes to look up at him when he commands it, those big devastating eyes welling with tears fixed on Miles' face through long eyelashes. They shudder, held firmly in place against his pelvis, throat working around his cock, fluttering, clenching, squeezing. As their lips and tongue twitch against him, Kurt can feel themself getting hard too, unfairly at the mercy of their oversensitive, well-conditioned body, so finely tuned to pleasure and pain.
Kurt never once fights him. Even as their lungs start to ache for air, they don't resist his grip or try to pull away. If what Miles wants is a quiet, submissive, obedient little breeding slave, that's what they'll be for him. Their own pathetic reflexive pleasure might even help sell the performance...