Rather than the teasing giving them pause, making them balk or recoil in horror, Kurt seems to melt under it. It takes them back to those long, warm summer nights, body and soul, when they were teased and used by all of their mates, one by one, leaving them heaving for breath and sticky with sweat and come within the mass of bodies tangled in each other's pleasure. It takes them far, far from the cold rotten cabin, the cold rotten man who had shackled them to its walls, and brings them back where they've always belonged:

Spread out in surrender beneath their beloved, offering themself to him.

"Alpha—" They gasp, arching off the furs and up into his body, needing to feel him. Corrigan's fingers tease at their hole, and they whine, legs opening further, hips bucking up to meet his touch. "P-Please, I— I need you i-inside. Need to feel you, Alpha, all of you, I..."

Finally having their voice back after so long without it, Kurt is rendered almost shy by their own words, cheeks reddening in the crackling firelight, their whole body hot and liquid from within. They really are as if back in that warm summer grass, embarrassed and stilted but making themself speak regardless, enjoying the challenge, the freedom, enjoying how their own lewd, filthy words made them feel. How they made their mates feel. Corrigan is right, after all: they're very good at it.

"I need you to f-fuck me, Alpha. Please, fuck me hard and deep, beloved, breed me, leave me d-dripping with you." That shyness may remain in the hitch of their breath, the crack in their voice, the flush spreading down their neck, but when Kurt's eyes lock with Corrigan's, there's no trace of it. Their gaze is aflame with desire. "P-Put another baby in me, Alpha."