They're powerless to stop him as he starts manhandling them in earnest, fucking their throat without any regard for their comfort or enjoyment. He doesn't even say anything. The only way they can tell he even likes this is by how tightly his fingers grip their hair, how hard his cock feels against their tongue, how badly it hurts every time it pushes into their slick throat.
It feels awful. Kurt can't stop the choked whimpers and sobs of pain every time they're yanked back down on his cock, can't stop the tears from pouring down their face as he helps himself to their mouth, forcefully taking what he imagines he's earned. But it's nothing compared to the molten hot stab of shame at how their body reacts to being taken, being fucked. They're flushed and sweating. They're getting hard. Their body craves more. Like it doesn't matter who fucks them, as long as someone does.
It's a betrayal. Grotesque and deprived. Kurt shouldn't want this, shouldn't want him, but what else do they have? They try to reach out to Corrigan—their Alpha, their love—on sheer instinct, seeking his guidance and comfort and forgiveness, and they find nothing. There's only Miles.
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Date: 2023-11-18 04:09 am (UTC)It feels awful. Kurt can't stop the choked whimpers and sobs of pain every time they're yanked back down on his cock, can't stop the tears from pouring down their face as he helps himself to their mouth, forcefully taking what he imagines he's earned. But it's nothing compared to the molten hot stab of shame at how their body reacts to being taken, being fucked. They're flushed and sweating. They're getting hard. Their body craves more. Like it doesn't matter who fucks them, as long as someone does.
It's a betrayal. Grotesque and deprived. Kurt shouldn't want this, shouldn't want him, but what else do they have? They try to reach out to Corrigan—their Alpha, their love—on sheer instinct, seeking his guidance and comfort and forgiveness, and they find nothing. There's only Miles.