Oh, that feels good. Corrigan, laughing so freely, teasing them with his words, his hands, his body, relishing in their pleasure. There hasn't been as much laughter within the pack lately. They've all been so careful, gingerly handling Kurt and the baby both, wrangling with their own guilt and grief and rage even as they cling to the relief of their return. Corrigan especially has been careful, withdrawn and stoic at times, clearly haunted by regrets and what-ifs.
But not now. He wraps his hand around both of their cocks and languidly rocks his hips down against them, teasing them, his words tinged with soft, warm laughter between kisses and groans of pleasure. Kurt can't help themself but laugh too, even as their thighs shake, as their hips buck up into the tight tunnel of his fist, even as they delight at the length and girth and weight of Alpha's cock against their own. He's nothing like Miles. Not a single part of him.
"O-Oh yeah? You think so? Hah— mmmmm, y-you're ridiculous, Alpha," they moan, beaming, finding the courage to tease him back. Their body remembers, hot and pliant under his touch, hips already stuttering as they chase their climax against him. It doesn't take long for their little body to seize up, tummy shaking, toes curling, their voice breaking as they cry their pleasure into the night, painting their chest and Alpha's hand with their come.
The few times Miles made them come were completely by accident, and never left them feeling good for very long, the shame crushing them in seconds. This feels like coming home, going boneless and shivery underneath Corrigan, feeling so safe in his gentle, caring hands. "W-Well?" they manage, still catching their breath. "Th-Think that'll be enough?"
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But not now. He wraps his hand around both of their cocks and languidly rocks his hips down against them, teasing them, his words tinged with soft, warm laughter between kisses and groans of pleasure. Kurt can't help themself but laugh too, even as their thighs shake, as their hips buck up into the tight tunnel of his fist, even as they delight at the length and girth and weight of Alpha's cock against their own. He's nothing like Miles. Not a single part of him.
"O-Oh yeah? You think so? Hah— mmmmm, y-you're ridiculous, Alpha," they moan, beaming, finding the courage to tease him back. Their body remembers, hot and pliant under his touch, hips already stuttering as they chase their climax against him. It doesn't take long for their little body to seize up, tummy shaking, toes curling, their voice breaking as they cry their pleasure into the night, painting their chest and Alpha's hand with their come.
The few times Miles made them come were completely by accident, and never left them feeling good for very long, the shame crushing them in seconds. This feels like coming home, going boneless and shivery underneath Corrigan, feeling so safe in his gentle, caring hands. "W-Well?" they manage, still catching their breath. "Th-Think that'll be enough?"