Gods above, their laugh. They smile, bright in the dark, moonlit night, warmed by the fire, sweet against Corrigan's mouth when he kisses and kisses them. Their voice goes high and sweet when they come at his hand, and Corrigan can feel the soft hopeful warmth of the rest of the pack, hearing their mate's voice rising in pleasure, instead of fear. It's like rediscovering them all over again, the wonder of it making Corrigan's heart ache, one hand smoothing back the loose strands of Kurt's hair and thumbing away their hazy, blissful tears.

"Ridiculous, hm?" he teases lightly, sliding his hand up and down their pressed-together lengths a couple more times, then dragging his fingers through the mess of come across their soft chest. "How very rude. I think I am eminently logical and serious." All jokes, all teasing, a dozen more kisses scattered across their cheeks and nose and lips as Corrigan slicks up his cock, then moves his slippery fingers to press at Kurt's entrance, feeling their body still shivering and shuddering with their climax.

But there's no resistance, no tension or fear, just Kurt's body welcoming him inside, thew ay they have a thousand times before. Corrigan rests on his elbow, watches their beautiful, firelit face as he slowly plunges his fingers inside them, two, then three, reacquainting himself with the beautiful clutch of their muscles, how hot and slick and tight they are inside. "What do you think, beloved?" he murmurs, kissing the corner of their mouth, crooking his fingers. "Are you ready for my cock inside you yet?"