[Corrigan smiles, a slow, predatory smile. A nice man doesn't do things like pick up teenagers in park and take them somewhere to fuck them senseless. A nice man doesn't flirt with said teenagers in seedy clubs either. It goes without saying that Corrigan is not a nice man.
But he's careful, all the same. He's using Junpei as much as he's being used, for sex, for pleasure. But Corrigan is a businessman and he's always angling for the best deal. A long-term investment is always preferable to a one-time thing.
So he settles back against the smooth, plush seat, spreads his hands out on Junpei's hips, almost able to reach all the way around his waist.] Yeah? Like this, you in my lap? Or do you want to be on your back, me on top? Or hands and knees, arching your back for me?
[He leans up, smelling of cloves and expensive cologne, grazes his lips over the pulse pounding in the boy's throat.] I think you'd look good on your knees.
[He sounds like this is so far beyond the realm of possibility when it's...not. Remotely. And he'll point his fork threatening at Kyle.] You're lucky you're cute, that's all I'm saying. Eat your toast.
Who lied and told you that? You're the sensitive doe-eyed one and that's that.
[Corry rolls his eyes, but also makes sure the bite has all the good stuff on it -- whipped cream and the caramel and fruit and whatnot. He holds up the heavily loaded fork and gestures bossily.] Open up.
[This is information he should've known earlier, KYLE. But he won't deny the pancakes, sliding the bite into Kyle's mouth very gently, then wiping away a loose drip of caramel from his lip.] Good?
Ah. I would've gone with "Butters" too, then. [...your name is Corrigan, how is that better than "Leopold"??
Corry makes a scrunched-up face of disgust, taking his hand away, but only so he can grasp Kyle's chin, firmly.] I'm telling the waitress you're cut off. No more champagne for you.
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Date: 2022-09-04 08:07 pm (UTC)But he's careful, all the same. He's using Junpei as much as he's being used, for sex, for pleasure. But Corrigan is a businessman and he's always angling for the best deal. A long-term investment is always preferable to a one-time thing.
So he settles back against the smooth, plush seat, spreads his hands out on Junpei's hips, almost able to reach all the way around his waist.] Yeah? Like this, you in my lap? Or do you want to be on your back, me on top? Or hands and knees, arching your back for me?
[He leans up, smelling of cloves and expensive cologne, grazes his lips over the pulse pounding in the boy's throat.] I think you'd look good on your knees.
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Date: 2022-09-04 08:54 pm (UTC)YOU? You're a princess!
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Date: 2022-09-04 11:33 pm (UTC)I am not.
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Date: 2022-09-05 12:19 am (UTC)[Mimosas are great, Kyle has decided. He feels warm and happy.]
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Date: 2022-09-05 12:50 am (UTC)[He sounds like this is so far beyond the realm of possibility when it's...not. Remotely. And he'll point his fork threatening at Kyle.] You're lucky you're cute, that's all I'm saying. Eat your toast.
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Date: 2022-09-05 12:55 am (UTC)[He does. SMUGLY.]
I'll have you know in a boy band I would be the tough one. So there.
Can I try some of yours?
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Date: 2022-09-05 01:51 am (UTC)[Corry rolls his eyes, but also makes sure the bite has all the good stuff on it -- whipped cream and the caramel and fruit and whatnot. He holds up the heavily loaded fork and gestures bossily.] Open up.
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Date: 2022-09-05 02:11 am (UTC)[Looking FAR too pleased with himself, Kyle opens his mouth.]
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Date: 2022-09-05 02:55 am (UTC)[This is information he should've known earlier, KYLE. But he won't deny the pancakes, sliding the bite into Kyle's mouth very gently, then wiping away a loose drip of caramel from his lip.] Good?
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Date: 2022-09-05 03:13 am (UTC)[Does he make a borderline obscene noise? Yes. He gives Corrigan a sultry look.]
SO good.
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Date: 2022-09-05 03:23 am (UTC)["Borderline" nothing, that was a full-on porn sound, and it sort of leaves Corrigan staring for a second, his brain short-circuiting with horny.]
...you almost done?
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Date: 2022-09-05 03:33 am (UTC)Hm? Oh, uhm, not quite. [He goes back to his omelette happily. And tries a different mimosa.]
You're done?
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Date: 2022-09-05 03:43 am (UTC)[Corry slumps back in his seat, pouting again and returning to his pancakes.] You're a goddamn tease is what you are.
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Date: 2022-09-05 04:31 am (UTC)What? No I'm not! I said I would blow you after brunch!
[NO indoor voice.]
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Date: 2022-09-05 05:06 pm (UTC)[Corry chokes on a bite of pancake, reaching out to smush his hand over Kyle's mouth.]
You don't need to announce that!
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Date: 2022-09-05 05:32 pm (UTC)[Kyle looks wide eyed, then... licks Corry's hand. Take that!]
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Date: 2022-09-05 07:14 pm (UTC)Corry makes a scrunched-up face of disgust, taking his hand away, but only so he can grasp Kyle's chin, firmly.] I'm telling the waitress you're cut off. No more champagne for you.
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Date: 2022-09-05 07:36 pm (UTC)I've only had two! I'm allowed three. [He's pouting.]
And nobody was listening, god. Don't be a prude.
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Date: 2022-09-05 11:11 pm (UTC)[Corry rolls his eyes, but nudges the as-yet-untouched pineapple mimosa over.] Brat. Fine. But stop making sex noises while you eat.
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Date: 2022-09-06 12:40 am (UTC)[GASP! But oooh, mimosa.] I didn't! I was enjoying my food, that's all.
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Date: 2022-09-06 01:31 am (UTC)[Corrigan huffs out a little laugh, polishing off the last of his pancakes. His expression is surprisingly soft when he glances over at Kyle.]
Just like you can't tell when you're being a hick, you have very poor perception about when you're being sexy.
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Date: 2022-09-06 01:44 am (UTC)M'not sexy.
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Date: 2022-09-06 01:50 am (UTC)Who told you that?
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Date: 2022-09-06 02:01 am (UTC)[He shrugs.] It's cool. I've got lots of other good qualities. I'm really smart. Not a genius like my little brother or anything, but still!
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Date: 2022-09-06 02:06 am (UTC)[Corrigan reaches across the table, taking Kyle's hand gently.]
I think you are. Do you believe me?