More than anything else, it's the look in Kurt's wide, haunted, devastated eyes that gets Miles off -- the disgust and horror and pleading, helpless, hopeless silent begging for mercy. For him not to force them to do this. He's gotten them off accidentally, before, hitting the right angle when fucking them to prompt their oversensitive, hormone-addled body to react, but it's never been forced like this. Never deliberate.
But of course they obey. As long as Corrigan's brat is in their belly, Kurt won't fight back against anything Miles commands. Even with the link shattered in their mind, their once-Alpha completely inaccessible, every inch of their body taken and claimed and brutalized by Miles, that loyalty remains. There's a living reminder of the pack inside them, and no matter what Miles does, he can't fully destroy that -- not if he wants to maintain the leverage over Kurt that he's enjoyed all these weeks.
Still...he can hurry things along, a little. Kurt's due any day, their body exhausted and malnourished and focused entirely on keeping their pup safe. Perhaps something in them is even resisting delivery, not wanting Miles to get his hands on the baby, wanting to protect it with their body a little longer. The thought is oddly enraging to the wolf, his hand finding his knife again, hand going to slowly smooth the hacked-off strands of hair away from Kurt's neck, the nape, the first bite given and the last to go -- Corrigan's.
"Don't stop," he murmurs, raspily, tracing the scar with his fingertips, recognizing it as the one that had once graced his own shoulder, until he was exiled, until he taught himself to pare a knife along flesh and flay the scar tissue free from his skin. It's a skill he still has, setting the blade at the edge of Kurt's mark from Corrigan and saying again: "Don't you dare stop." They're going to get off while he does this, while he skins them alive.
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Date: 2023-12-10 11:08 pm (UTC)But of course they obey. As long as Corrigan's brat is in their belly, Kurt won't fight back against anything Miles commands. Even with the link shattered in their mind, their once-Alpha completely inaccessible, every inch of their body taken and claimed and brutalized by Miles, that loyalty remains. There's a living reminder of the pack inside them, and no matter what Miles does, he can't fully destroy that -- not if he wants to maintain the leverage over Kurt that he's enjoyed all these weeks.
Still...he can hurry things along, a little. Kurt's due any day, their body exhausted and malnourished and focused entirely on keeping their pup safe. Perhaps something in them is even resisting delivery, not wanting Miles to get his hands on the baby, wanting to protect it with their body a little longer. The thought is oddly enraging to the wolf, his hand finding his knife again, hand going to slowly smooth the hacked-off strands of hair away from Kurt's neck, the nape, the first bite given and the last to go -- Corrigan's.
"Don't stop," he murmurs, raspily, tracing the scar with his fingertips, recognizing it as the one that had once graced his own shoulder, until he was exiled, until he taught himself to pare a knife along flesh and flay the scar tissue free from his skin. It's a skill he still has, setting the blade at the edge of Kurt's mark from Corrigan and saying again: "Don't you dare stop." They're going to get off while he does this, while he skins them alive.