Corrigan kneels over Kurt, careful and methodical and cautious and -- he laughs, because there they are. His beloved, his mate, his sweet, perfect, beautiful, bright Kurt, the way they'd been when he first fell in love with them, mouth fumbling a bit around the filthy words they aren't quite used to yet. It's like that first day, in the bright sunshine, their eyes locked with his, heated and hungry. It's like every time since, each as wonderful as the last.
God, he'd missed it.
"Anything for you, my greedy, needy mate," the wolf purrs, shifting backwards to grip his own cock, slide it up alongside Kurt's and wrapping his hand around both. He thrusts through the firm, snug grip, groaning at the slide of Kurt's cock alongside his own, silky and hot and hard. "I'll need something to ease my way, though. I didn't bring anything from inside." Nevermind that Corrigan's more than prepped Kurt with just his tongue before -- he has something else in mind.
Rolling his hips in slow, even movements, Corrigan leans down to catch Kurt's mouth with his own, murmuring: "I think your come will do the trick, love. Get me nice and wet so I can bury my cock inside that sweet ass of yours, hm?"
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 Corrigan especially has been careful, withdrawn and stoic at times, clearly haunted by regrets and what-ifs.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?"
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?"
Kurt relishes in the shower of kisses, the moment of respite while Corrigan teases and caresses them, so they can catch their breath. It's been so long since they've felt like this, hot and liquid inside and out, skin beading with sweat, sticky with come, their body fully splayed out beneath someone, intimate and willingly vulnerable. For a moment, they almost feel...guilty. Like this should be more harrowing, more frightening and distressing than it is, like it shouldn't be this easy. Did none of the pain and horror they suffered actually leave a mark? Irrevocably change them?
But then Corrigan's fingers are inside them, and they know that's not true. Of course they're changed. As their legs spread wider and their spine arches off the furs, hungry moans leaving their lips to fill the quiet night air, Kurt knows they're braver now. Fearless. They know they're changed because his touch has never felt so perfect, so welcome, so needed the way it does now. Their body eagerly takes him inside, urges him deeper, already burning for more—and part of them wonders if just taking Corrigan tonight will even be enough to quell that roaring flame.
They might not be truly sated until each of their beloved mates have gotten a chance to leave their mark on them, in them, all over them once more. Until someone's seed finally takes.
"Y-Yes! I'm ready, Alpha, I'm ready for you, please," they gasp, bucking their hips into his hand. Kurt's hands grasp uselessly at the air for a moment before they find Corrigan's frame, grasping him tightly, pulling him closer. "Need you, n-need your cock inside me, Alpha, please, hurry— aah—! Fuck me, Corrigan, right now, d-don't make me wait anymore."
Usually Corrigan does make them wait -- he has before, he's made Kurt squirm and writhe and scream on his fingers or his tongue for hours before he lets them have his cock. That's how they usually play, that sweet overstimulating insanity that builds and builds until his sweet mate is a sobbing mess. But now is different, a reunion, a new beginning. He hasn't touched Kurt like this in months, and at his heart Corrigan is nothing if not a shameless hedonist.
So he lets them pull him close, kisses their scarred throat, their teary face, pulls his fingers free and grasps at their hips instead. Kurt opens up to him perfectly, without hesitation, without fear, legs spreading, body arching up to meet his as Corrigan guides his cock inside them. It's indescribable, the feeling, the slick, tight heat of Kurt's body joining with his, a near-spiritual experience. Corrigan shudders a little, drops his forehead to his mate's shoulder as he comes to rest fully inside them, their legs bracketing his hips, their body pressed to his.
And then there, like a spark at first, like a flicker in the dark -- love you, I love you, I love you so much, I love, love, love you like a melody from somewhere in the empty, endless depths that had been left when their link had shattered. Corrigan had assumed it would take time, would take him marking and claiming Kurt again to even begin to repair that connection. But he can feel it now, knitting back together, effortless as drops of water coursing down a riverbank, twining and reforming and channeling his endlessly adoring inner litany directly into Kurt's soul.
Corrigan's expression is wondering, a little baffled, almost comically so as he leans back a bit, meets Kurt's eyes, his own wide and hopeful. "Can you -- feel that? Feel me?" It's breathless, hardly daring to hope.
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God, he'd missed it.
"Anything for you, my greedy, needy mate," the wolf purrs, shifting backwards to grip his own cock, slide it up alongside Kurt's and wrapping his hand around both. He thrusts through the firm, snug grip, groaning at the slide of Kurt's cock alongside his own, silky and hot and hard. "I'll need something to ease my way, though. I didn't bring anything from inside." Nevermind that Corrigan's more than prepped Kurt with just his tongue before -- he has something else in mind.
Rolling his hips in slow, even movements, Corrigan leans down to catch Kurt's mouth with his own, murmuring: "I think your come will do the trick, love. Get me nice and wet so I can bury my cock inside that sweet ass of yours, hm?"
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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?"
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"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?"
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But then Corrigan's fingers are inside them, and they know that's not true. Of course they're changed. As their legs spread wider and their spine arches off the furs, hungry moans leaving their lips to fill the quiet night air, Kurt knows they're braver now. Fearless. They know they're changed because his touch has never felt so perfect, so welcome, so needed the way it does now. Their body eagerly takes him inside, urges him deeper, already burning for more—and part of them wonders if just taking Corrigan tonight will even be enough to quell that roaring flame.
They might not be truly sated until each of their beloved mates have gotten a chance to leave their mark on them, in them, all over them once more. Until someone's seed finally takes.
"Y-Yes! I'm ready, Alpha, I'm ready for you, please," they gasp, bucking their hips into his hand. Kurt's hands grasp uselessly at the air for a moment before they find Corrigan's frame, grasping him tightly, pulling him closer. "Need you, n-need your cock inside me, Alpha, please, hurry— aah—! Fuck me, Corrigan, right now, d-don't make me wait anymore."
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So he lets them pull him close, kisses their scarred throat, their teary face, pulls his fingers free and grasps at their hips instead. Kurt opens up to him perfectly, without hesitation, without fear, legs spreading, body arching up to meet his as Corrigan guides his cock inside them. It's indescribable, the feeling, the slick, tight heat of Kurt's body joining with his, a near-spiritual experience. Corrigan shudders a little, drops his forehead to his mate's shoulder as he comes to rest fully inside them, their legs bracketing his hips, their body pressed to his.
And then there, like a spark at first, like a flicker in the dark -- love you, I love you, I love you so much, I love, love, love you like a melody from somewhere in the empty, endless depths that had been left when their link had shattered. Corrigan had assumed it would take time, would take him marking and claiming Kurt again to even begin to repair that connection. But he can feel it now, knitting back together, effortless as drops of water coursing down a riverbank, twining and reforming and channeling his endlessly adoring inner litany directly into Kurt's soul.
Corrigan's expression is wondering, a little baffled, almost comically so as he leans back a bit, meets Kurt's eyes, his own wide and hopeful. "Can you -- feel that? Feel me?" It's breathless, hardly daring to hope.