It's entirely possible that Miles is just tormenting them for the pleasure of it -- Kurt retreats too often into their own innermost thoughts, protects themselves by shutting down and becoming numb to the ways Miles tortures them. But still, when they can't anticipate what he's about to do to them, the fear is back, a particular shakiness to everything they do that even concentrated practice can't keep at bay.

So Miles slowly wraps their hair in his hand, the long, loose, limp curls tangled around his fingers, and he idly rocks his hips up into their mouth. "Such pretty hair. You are, really, so very pretty, Kurt. We'd been watching you for a long, long time, you know. All of us -- the whole pack, as it should've been. I had my own ideas for how to take you, that first time."

His free hand comes up to tug at the collar around their neck, fastened tight enough that he has to work to get his fingers under the metal. "My ideas were closer to this. I knew how tricky and conniving you humans could be. But Corrigan wanted to be gentler, wanted to woo you." Miles laughs, soft and breathy and smug. "And look where that got him. If he'd kept you chained to the bed like I'd wanted, he wouldn't have lost you."