At least Miles never took this from them. A simple kiss may seem banal, compared to everything they've endured, everything their body has been conditioned to take—both willingly and not—but the touch of his lips to theirs make shivers race up and down their spine, their heart pounding against their ribs. Miles never kissed them. It's just about the only touch not tainted with his memory.

"Y-Yes, Alpha," they sigh softly, knowing in their heart they won't want him to stop. Corrigan is so gentle with them, his lips pillowy soft and so warm against their skin, felt even over the flayed patch circling their neck. Numbed to touch, shiny the way fresh scars are, darker than the rest of their pale freckled body. Even there, over the most obvious sign of Miles' abuse, Corrigan is gentle.

Small fingers tremble as they tangle into his hair, their body heating up under touch, his soft mouth. They're already stirring between their legs, growing hard. A part of them always remembered. How could their body ever forget what true pleasure felt like? True surrender, true love? Even out here by the woodshed in the dead of night, only warmed by a layer of fur and Corrigan's body against theirs, Kurt slowly relaxes under his touch, clinging to him as the last of their sobs leave them.

They truly want to forget. They want Alpha's hands and mouth and cock to chase away the memories. "P-Please..."