There's no escape from it -- pulling away from Miles as Alpha is akin to choosing to remain in that cold, limitless, endlessly dark place. Embracing it, submitting, fearful and choking and lost, is so much better. Because when Kurt finally reaches out in confusion and terror, Miles is there. He curls around their mind, soothing the wounded, shattered shards and loosens his grip on their hair at the same time, letting them pull back, letting them breathe.
"Good." It's a brief token approval, accompanied by another painful thrust down Kurt's throat, but at least the rhythm set is one where Miles pulls back each time, gives the terrified human a chance to inhale quickly through their nose. He thrusts up a few times, idly, gaze wandering over the fire and the dark, dark woods, like he's not really that invested.
Because he isn't. Because this is simply the first of many acts that will sever Kurt further from their pack and bind them inextricably to him instead. Miles cares more about that, the long term goal. It's that thought -- that and Kurt's silent, desperate begging -- which finally prompts him to climax, to release down Kurt's throat, holding them still for several moments as he pumps into their stomach. "Clean me up," he commands in that raspy, short tone. "Then go to sleep. We travel again at first light."
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Date: 2023-11-20 05:01 am (UTC)"Good." It's a brief token approval, accompanied by another painful thrust down Kurt's throat, but at least the rhythm set is one where Miles pulls back each time, gives the terrified human a chance to inhale quickly through their nose. He thrusts up a few times, idly, gaze wandering over the fire and the dark, dark woods, like he's not really that invested.
Because he isn't. Because this is simply the first of many acts that will sever Kurt further from their pack and bind them inextricably to him instead. Miles cares more about that, the long term goal. It's that thought -- that and Kurt's silent, desperate begging -- which finally prompts him to climax, to release down Kurt's throat, holding them still for several moments as he pumps into their stomach. "Clean me up," he commands in that raspy, short tone. "Then go to sleep. We travel again at first light."