(Danny never really got the attention of anyone in these places. While he was far from ugly, he was also an enigma, and while plenty of girls were eager to flirt with him regardless of what was between his legs, he wasn't all that interested in them. It was fun and he flirted back, but mostly because it was fun to flirt, but when push came to shove, he just didn't like girls that way.
Once they figured it out, they would merely pretend to be sad and then excitedly snatch him up as a plaything for the night, touting him about as one of the girls he sometimes felt mildly offended by this but other nights leaned into it just because it was fun to be around them. Men, on the other hand, rarely approached him. Men cared a lot more about that sort of thing.
Men were kind of intimidating for a slew of reasons. Danny knew all of the stats thanks to Bridget's obsession with reminding the family ever five fucking seconds about the plight of cis men in the world. His mom's disdain for men one could meet at a club or a band meet-up was painfully obvious and sometimes Danny felt bad for his aunt because of it. After their dad left, all of that resentment just got worse and sometimes, he felt a bit like an outsider in his own home because of it.
Men are such assholes- but you don't count Danny, don't worry.
Why didn't he count?
Sometimes it was just nice to get away from it all. But one could never really get away from it. So. Danny was realistic. He danced to music and dressed for himself because he honestly figured he wasn't going to be picked up at one of these places. Even as he slides into the seat next to the unfairly godly specimen of a man, Danny's mind is completely void of any possibility. This guy is well beyond his league. Older, crisper, cooler, unfairly handsome, and Danny could see that he's wealthy. Wealthy people wore their money well even in such simple outfits.
Comparatively, Danny was a gutter rat.
Still, he doesn't shrink away from the man when he talks to him. In fact, he smiles at him, slightly coy, eyes bright with genuine amusement.)
Don't give up just yet. I'm only thirsty. (When the water is brought to him, he thanks the bar staff before taking a few long, deep gulps from his glass. He turns to face Corry entirely, his smile growing wider. He really doubted this guy wanted to keep his attention, but hey, he needed to sit down for a while, so why not humor the guy? He crosses his legs together, leaning his elbow onto the bartop.)
Why don't you get a drink you think I'd like based on my appearance? If it's good, I'll stick around. If it's bad, I'll still stick around, but in an incredibly judgmental sort of way.
This was the part Miles had never understood -- not when he'd challenged Corrigan for the role of Alpha or the countless times he'd challenged Naseer for Beta. He hadn't fully grasped how the roles fed into one another, how one wasn't complete without the other, how a true Beta would fill in the gaps of a true Alpha without question, without hesitation, and vice-versa. Miles had wanted Beta as a consolation prize, because he was physically incapable of defeating Corrigan for Alpha. But he never would've had the courage, the guts, the willingness to sacrifice himself as a true Beta would. As Naseer had.
So Corrigan tucks closer against his Beta, arms around his waist, nuzzling into the side of his neck and letting him collapse, letting him fall apart the way he hadn't been able to for months. Later, he'll feel guilty for being so remote, for disappearing while his body had stayed, silent and untouchable. But now there's nothing but comfort, love, adoration and gratitude pouring through their link as he finds his old scarred mark on Naseer's neck and kisses it softly.
"You won't need to, not anymore," he murmurs, grip tightening, eyes closed as he meets Naseer's grief with strength, something he'd been incapable of before. His grief is still there, limitless, endless, but he'd been given enough time by Naseer's bravery to build up a small amount of his own again. He kisses Naseer's neck again, reaches up and turns his face enough that he can kiss his mouth as well, soft, an apology. "Never again. All right? I'm -- not going to leave us again. Not again. We'll survive this, 'seer. I'm not leaving you again."
[Oh, and he's witty too -- bright and quick, that snappy kind of retort that can't possible be pre-rehearsed. Corry waits patiently, propping his chin on his fist and privately enjoying the way the young man's mouth presses against the rim of the glass, the flick of his tongue against his lip afterwards to catch any loose droplets. It's the sort of thing Corry could happily watch over and over, though he'd much prefer having that mouth doing other things instead -- wrapped around his fingers, moaning his name, pressed to his own, for starters.
Still, first things first -- Corry knows he's attractive enough to be blunt, direct, but where's the enjoyment in that? Everyone enjoys being pursued, being wooed, and Corry enjoys a bit of a chase. So he feigns a thoughtful sigh, tilting his head and silently accepting the refilled drink from the bartender, who already knows him, knows his tastes.]
Hmmm, either I try my best and succeed, or I try my worst and fail and let on that I think you'd be irresistibly hot when judgmental. Decisions, decisions. [Then he straightens up, squares his shoulders.] Life's too short to drink bad liquor, though, so that decides it.
[Corry leans forward again, speaking confidently to the bartender.] He'll have a Tokyo Tea. Easy on the gin, heavy on the Cointreau. [A thoughtful, sideways glance at the young man, arching an eyebrow.] Play on a Long Island, with Midori melon liqueur. You ever try it?
(He can't help the way that his mouth twists together to try and hide a smile. The guy was really committing to the bit, wasn't he? He pops his chin onto his own hand, watching Corry the same way Corry had been watching him just moments before.)
Wise choice. I'm judgmental even without a bad drink. (He actually winks because apparently that's what he's going with this fine evening, but he thinks this guy might actually like that sort of thing. He watches the man order for him (and the fact that the man calls him a he which admittedly makes an actual curl of appreciation lift in his stomach.) Then he appreciates the drink choice.
He takes another sip from his water and raises both his brows.)
What do you think? (He not so subtly waggles his fingers in his lap, making a point on the X on the back of his palm.)
I'm tragically uncultured. But you got lucky. I'm not big on Long Islands, but I might like this one. (So, in other words, he's impressed. When the drink comes, he gives a nearly shy and polite 'thank you' to the bartender before taking a sip. His eyes lighten in a matter of seconds.)
Oh. Oh, all right. (He grins again. He takes the slice of lemon out to squeeze over the drink before bringing the lemon up to his mouth and just...eats it right down to the rind, gazing at Corry calmly the entire time, before he slides it completely out of his mouth in a delicate yellow bend and sets the rind into his water.)
(Danny figured that there was an expiration date for whatever this was. He didn't really even understand why it was still happening, but he liked Corry and he was going to take what he could while he could. Even when his sister kept telling him he was being stupid about the whole thing.
"I can handle it."
He can handle it. He can handle this casual sex life. He's just going to roll himself into a tight cocoon and tuck down, curling his legs against his chest as he stares at his phone in the dark.
He can't stop smiling. Oops.)
You're so full of it. i'll do it, don't get me wrong, but i don't mind going down on you to help you relax. i like sucking you off
do you want me to wear anything in particular? when i sit on your face?
[Corry inclines his head at the X, acknowledging it's presence in passing -- younger than 21, but old enough to be here, old enough to match his gentle flirting with that smile and those eyes and that mouth pressed to the rim of a glass in a way that makes Corry believe in god again. That's the important part. And maybe there's a part of him that likes the innocence, likes the way the young man's eyes light up at the taste of the drink, the genuine surprise and delight. A new experience, courtesy of Corry -- hopefully not the last he'd give that night.
It should be a crime to make eating fruit look that appealing -- Corry watches with undisguised interest, vividly fantasizing about chasing the bright, sour flavor of lemon across the young man's lips, his tongue, replacing it with his own taste. He actually has to blink a couple times to bring himself back to the real world.
And then he grins, a cocky, smug expression that usually makes people want to kiss or punch him -- or both.] I usually do. Doesn't make it any less satisfying, though. And, because I'm shamelessly greedy, I demand another prize: your name.
[Sipping his bourbon, Corry angles more towards the young stranger, instinctively glancing around to make sure nobody else is trying to move in on him. They're either leaving together, or alone, but nobody else is walking out with this bright young thing on their arm.] I'll even start: Corrigan Molloy. "Corry", informally, full name's a bit of a mouthful.
[Corry should've known he was in trouble when he started thinking about Danny in contexts other than strictly sexual. When he slowed down at a sidewalk sale outside the record store to see if there was anything Danny might like. When he lingered on some cheesy old movie while mindlessly flipping channels, because he recognized it as one Danny had mentioned. When he woke up a thousand miles away and reached out across the bed for Danny's warm, sleeping form.
Dangerous. Danny had no real idea what sort of man Corry was -- and he didn't need to. He had a future, dreams, aspirations, and getting mixed up with Corry’s seedy lifestyle would only complicate that.
And yet. And yet.]
Oooo, tempting, very tempting. You are SO good at it, too. We'll call that round two, deal? Better pack an overnight bag, this may take a while.
Something you don't mind me tearing off with my teeth to get at you. Or that backless black thing you wore when I got back from Prague. Big fan of that on you.
(No one had really ever flirted with Danny like this before. He was fresh out of high school and high school had been a unique hell for him. Not that he had ever really been bullied, but he certainly had never had any guy smiling at him the way Corry was. Guys his age didn't seem to know what to do with him at all.
He has a feeling Corry would know precisely what to do with him. And for whatever reason, Danny didn't feel too intimidated by that. What he lacked in experience he could make up for in his natural inclination to explore the unknown with enthusiasm and a healthy (or unhealthy) lack of fear.)
Wow, really asking for the world, huh. (Again, he teases, because a name is hardly anything, but he finds Corry's smile cute and his almost-formality even cuter.)
Irish? (He fosters a guess.) I feel like that's just an easy open for me to say something about enjoying a mouthful of anything that has to do with you, so I'm not taking the bait.
(Except he clearly just did and all with a grin.)
I'm Danny. Debating on my last name, so we'll leave that on the back burner.
(He's not about to get into his dad's recent walking out or anything, but hey, what's in a name anyway.)
(Danny had never had anything resembling an actual, real relationship before. Corry was it, and Danny tried to regulate everything. But he wasn't as smooth as he liked to think he was. He rushed to respond to every text, every call, every time Corry asked to see him. Danny sent Corry pictures and texts and had the habit of sending him dozens of videos on TikTok or SnapChat.
He knew in retrospect he was down bad, especially because he had made a few mixes with Corry's name on them that were filled to the brim with love songs. Mixes he tucked away under his desk in a shoebox because even Danny realized that handing them over would solidify something. He was almost positive that if he made that move, he might scare Corry off.
He didn't have the money Corry had, but that didn't stop Danny from saving stubs and sketching pictures and writing poems and cramming that shoebox full of all the things he wished he could say- but.
Sexting is good enough.)
I always pack an overnight bag when it comes to you :P
virgin killer.
you know, it's funny. you're the only person who really gets to see my body like that
(He doesn't know why he says this because it definitely is straying into Emotional Territory, but it's true. He usually kept himself in loose, baggy clothes that made his natural curves easier to hide. But Corry- well. Corry didn't make him worry as much about that kind of thing.)
[Maybe the biggest sign that Corry's down bad is that he'd actually downloaded both Tiktok and Snapchat for Danny. He has no idea how to use it -- his FYP is mostly a reflection of the videos Danny sends him, though occasionally he'll send along some cute dog or cat or something. His Snapchat, likewise, is mostly sunsets and dogs and cool plants. Corry's never been good at technology.
He also has to constantly fight his urges to do big, outlandish, ostentatious things -- like buying Danny a new car or flying him out to Paris or something. Corry had grown up poor and it didn't take a therapist to point out that he was trying to make up for all the years without by never denying himself anything. But that was the sort of thing that could become overwhelming or weird, after a while.
So he sticks to texting and messaging and lying awake thinking about Danny every damn night and spending as much time together as he can, between trips.]
As you should, because I'm never satisfied with only an hour or two of your time.
Yes, that one. I knew it had a funny name. [He'd actually searched up the style, finding the various photos of models lackluster compared to that first glimpse of Danny's back, completely bare, framed by the soft, silky knit of the sweater.
The last message gets a thoughtful pause, a faint whisper of careful in the back of Corry's mind -- which, of course, he ignores.] My initial response is to say "good", because you know how I feel about sharing. But that's not quite what you mean, is it, my darling?
The name's Irish, yes. [Corry confirms this with a bemused smile, swirling the ice in his glass and watching the stranger -- watching Danny grin. Normally Corry's much more of an ass or legs kind of guy, and while he has some scientifically-formed assumptions about what might be hiding under Danny's loose clothes, he finds his gaze drawn again and again to the young man's mouth instead. Smiling, talking, sipping his drink, flirting?]
Would you, then? Enjoy a mouthful? [Corry teases it back with a wicked grin of his own. Oh, yes. Definitely flirting.
It's enough encouragement that Corry feels bold enough to reach out, thumb away a drop of bright green liquor resting on Danny's lower lip after his most recent sip. He lets his hand linger, fingers callused and warm, easily cradling Danny's chin, something deeply possessive in the gesture.] Danny. Pleasure to meet you. I'm not much of a dancer, but I have a feeling if I'm with you, nobody will be looking at me.
For the first time since Kurt was taken from them, Naseer feels almost whole again. It's not the same, of course, and it probably won't ever be, but Corrigan giving him permission to fall apart within his embrace is the closest he'll get until their mate has returned to them. Corrigan was the first shift of his gravity, after all, the center of his world until Kurt came into their lives. Now that he's returned to him, Naseer sobs quietly into his shoulder, clinging to him, the strength of his Alpha permitting him this weakness.
"Th-Thank you," he hiccups, hands trembling against Corrigan's cheeks as they reach up to cradle his face. The kiss breathes life into him once more. It's much easier to believe they will pull through when his Alpha proclaims it. He's sure the younger wolves will agree. "You're right. W-We'll survive this. Together."
And it's good they have each other, for the woods are a treacherous place, nature hiding her secrets well even from her most beloved children. One can live their whole life in the forest, reverent of its delicate balance, always giving as much as taking, but it only takes one bad day for the woods to turn her back on you. As Naseer cries, wrapped up in his Alpha, he hears the quiet snap of a twig off in the distance, closer to the tree line, far enough away to still be hidden when he turns to look. It's not someone from the pack, nothing communicated through the link. Whoever it is smells like foreign territory, snow and dust and sweat and horseback and blood, and underneath it all... something almost familiar.
"Careful," he murmurs, stilling his breathing almost instantly, sobs forgotten. The smell... it's throwing him off. Naseer almost doesn't allow himself to hope.
(Danny had always been poor. He still lived with his family, although part of that was out of obligation. He didn't want his mom to have to take care of his sisters on his own just because their dad wound up being a loser who decided to walk out on them. Danny did his best to pay for his own stuff, and he knew Corry had money, but it had never once occurred to him to try and take advantage of that either.
Though the idea of seeing the world with Corry was...a shared fantasy, all right. The idea of traveling and just living with Corry...)
thank god. i'm glad i still can keep your attention for that long hehe
i've had it forever but never the right occasion to wear it until you
(Danny didn't like to share either, and he had made it clear a few times now that Corry was the only one he was sleeping with, the only one he cared to be with like this. They were exclusive without the strings, somehow, or that's what Danny tried to tell himself on a regular basis.
But especially in moments like this where something in his face softens and he feels that vulnerability unfurling.)
No, it's not what i mean (Corry knows him all too well.)
i just
you know. i know you see me the way i want to be seen i know that i can show you my body in certain ways and you're not sitting there enjoying it because im because i have a different body but because you enjoy me and my body because it's my body
like. i feel i could wear a skirt around you and you'd honestly just look at me like a boy in a skirt it's
i mean, it's really nice. not that i really dress like that anymore, but so many people get hung up on that shit and you can always fucking tell they wanna be like "well why would you wanna wear anything feminine doesnt that defeat the point?"
I like it. (Danny had never thought he had much to bring to the table. Then again, he rarely liked to think about his body if he could help it. It was easier having Corry focus on his face.
He smirks at the question. He plucks the cherry off the top of his drink and thoughtfully rests it against his lower lip before slowly sliding it into his mouth. He plucks the stem off and chews around the pit, swallowing, before sticking his tongue out with the pit at the tip. He plucks it off.)
I think I would.
(He drops the pit and stem onto a napkin.
Then Corry's hand is by his face and he's being touched by a man in a way he had only ever dreamed of. It catches him off guard that he winds up staring at Corry in an open, boyish look of wonder. He has never been possessed and suddenly, it's all he can really think about. He can feel himself starting to blush again.)
I think everyone here would look at you instead of me. You're kind of...You know.
[It's a thought that's been more and more at the front of Corry's mind lately -- the idea of having someone to come home to, someone to be with him all those long, lonely nights overseas, in a hundred empty hotel rooms. He'd always put his energy and effort towards ensuring he'd never again go without, that he'd be able to have enough to support himself and the people (few as they were) who mattered to him. That he could be wholly independent. And he'd succeeded.
But now -- Danny. Who didn't fit into Corry's plans or his lifestyle or his world. Who was achingly mature and practical for someone who should still be enjoying being young and stupid. Who was irresistible in so many ways, physical and otherwise. Who Corry wanted to spend time with.]
Darling, you could spend the next five nights with me and I still wouldn't be in danger of becoming disinterested. I told you, I have a list of all the things I'd like to try with you, and we've still only just started.
What I'm hearing is nobody else has seen you in it but me, is that right? [Danny had never asked for exclusivity -- Danny rarely asked for anything, Corry noticed, he always tried to make do or manage with what he had, a habit Corry himself recognized. But Corry had been transparent, both about his recent sexual history -- recent screenings and the like -- and his current one. Normally he maintained several affairs at once, messaging or video chatting one person while spending nights with another, the picture of a playboy. But since that night, the seedy club, Danny's smile across the dance floor...Corry's left any messages from former lovers unread, much more preoccupied with messaging or calling Danny.]
You don't need to apologize, and you're not rambling, darling. I understand -- as much as I can, with my own experiences, of course. [Corry's always had trans friends, people who blurred or straddled or destroyed the lines, who presented in all manner of ways and identified as countless others. He himself had always been fairly secure in his own gender identity, but had been with enough trans men or women to understand that no two were identical. If Danny had only ever wanted to present or dress in a traditionally "masculine" way, Corry would've thoroughly lusted over him all the same.
Because it was Danny.]
You're exactly right, too. I enjoy you wearing pretty things, because I think they compliment you nicely. You're a stunning young man who I'm fortunate enough to have in my bed on the regular. I enjoy your body because it's yours. Regardless of how much or little is on it.
Though admittedly, I have a slight preference for there being almost nothing on it, because I like having easy access, but that's because I'm lazy and greedy.
[Corry watches quietly, thinking how intensely unfair it is that Danny can make even the most mundane tasks -- sipping a drink, eating fruit -- look absolutely delicious. His thoughts slip again to imagining that perfect, pretty, plush mouth on something else, and it's only Danny's bright grin that keeps him tethered to the moment.] You "think", hm? I suppose you might need some...practical evidence to be fully convinced.
[He lets his hand linger on Danny's face for a moment longer, thumb tracing over the line of his jaw, the soft line of his throat, feeling his pulse racing. The sweet, open innocence in those wide eyes is the kind of thing Corry could get addicted to very, very easily. He's torn between wanting to be gentle and wanting to absolutely wreck this beautiful, blushing boy.]
And I think you're completely unaware of your own appeal. Which works for my purposes, because I don't want to share you tonight. [He stands, slowly, drink in one hand, his other one sliding around to cradle the back of Danny's neck, prompting him to look upwards.] You can make it worth my while by letting me know what you think of that. Of me not sharing you.
[Softer, eyes dragging slowly over Danny's mouth, dragging down too the loose neck of his t-shirt, consuming every glimpse of skin with something almost ravenous:] Of me taking you home tonight.
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It'll be an effort, near insurmountable, but Corrigan feels for the first time in so...so long that he might be capable of it. That he might survive this. He can turn his thoughts and energy to supporting and being with his pack, keeping them safe and strong and loved, making their house a home again. Until Kurt comes home. Because they have to come home -- Corrigan can't allow himself to think otherwise, or he'll be lost.
He wants it so desperately, so fervently that he almost thinks he's imagining the curl of scent that reaches him on the crisp wintry air. Corrigan knows there's nothing there in the link, but he reaches out anyway, even though he knows encountering the shattered remnants of where Kurt once was will only hurt him. They ache, like an old wound, like a broken bone that healed wrong, that throbs with pain when the rain approaches. He reaches for them anyway and even though it's dead, it's gone, he almost -- almost feels something.
Maybe it's the link, maybe it's his soul itself, recognizing that presence with something deeper than human or wolf senses could explain. His reason for existence, the center of his universe, found in this world (and, perhaps, in a hundred thousand others) and tying him to it and always, always meant to return to him. Corrigan stands with a shaky jerk, his very being singing and straining towards the sound, the scent at the treeline. He can't move, can't breathe, can't do anything but wait to see if the humming in his chest is real, if the sense of familiarity, of recognition is true or just a desperate wish.
He says it with every bit of hope in his soul, a prayer and a wish and a plea: "Kurt?"
You're sooo full of it. give me one week and i'll make you so sick of me you have no idea
(It's partly a joke and partly Danny lightly nudging the idea of spending actual proper time with Corry beyond just the bedroom and moments after sex or fancy dinners leading up to sex. Then again, the sex was really fucking good, so he'd still want that, but part of him wondered...
Corry was right. Danny never did ask for anything. He didn't really know how to in this situation. He was too preoccupied with doing his best to play it cool, play it easy.)
that's right. not to stroke your ego but you're kinda the one and only here. never got to do much before i met you (AKA nothing at all! Though his porn browser history more than made up for his lack of companionship. Corry was a lot better than even the best-rendered edits of Link getting plowed by a bunch of goblins.
Thing is Danny actually likes the idea of dressing a little slutty for some guy. He liked the idea of owning being a femboy from time to time, but not at the risk of sacrificing how a guy might see him. Enough people online griped about how it was just fetishism and how there was something inherently wrong, but Danny couldn't help but see something powerful in the idea of getting to wear a skirt and still be all male to whoever's face he was riding.
It certainly made him feel bolder with Corry, more confident. He's smiling as Corry sends him more texts, something achingly soft in is gaze, a swooshing warmth in his chest.)
you really lay it on thick. you do know you could get like anyone you want in your bed on the regular. i don't think fortune has much to do with it :P
but still. i'd wear anything you want me to wear
i should make you work harder for it sometimes. get you begging
I might. (He looks on the verge of laughter, but he doesn't get there, instead just smiling at Corry like he is truly putting on a one-man performance for Danny and Danny alone. He gazes at Corry, a bit struck by the way the man is looking at him, and in truth, he is wondering what it would be like to be pulled apart by Corry. If he would be rough or gentle.)
Luckily for you, I wasn't exactly looking at anyone in this place until I saw you. (Well, actually. He laughs then.) Or, I guess until I saw you seeing me.
(Then he realized that there was some sort of weird possibility here. He allows himself to be guided into looking up at Corry, and man, he's tall and handsome as hell and Danny has to remind himself that this guy probably was way too good for a bathroom blowjob.
Then Corry says that and Danny's smile fades, but not in any absence of joy. Quite the opposite. His pupils dilate and his mouth hangs open ever so slightly, his heart picking up. He stands up finally, almost dizzy with the surreal situation he was absolutely not expecting. A part of him wants to just scream uh, fuck yeah, take me home right now.
But then his brain catches up to reality and he blinks at Corry, suddenly a bit shy, a smile on his face again, but a bit cagey.)
Yeah, no. That's cool. (Give him a second to catch up. He's standing a bit straighter, leaning back into the bar, and he's thinking. He glances over his shoulder at the bartender and then back to the guy because well- well. Bridget's stupid statistics were rattling through his head and all of his mom's stranger danger bullshit and the whole...)
It's just, you know. (He fiddles with the hem of his shirt, suddenly feeling totally out of his depth.)
I'm not exactly...I'm sorta lacking some parts. So. My body might not live up to...whatever's going on in your head right now. (Okay, well, that speech probably could have gone better but now he's just giving Corry a strained smile and genuinely? Expecting some sort of rejection.)
It's cool if you're not into that sorta thing. I get it. You don't need to feel guilty or anything if you're not into certain genitalia. My sister says there's this whole thing where people can have genital preferences and do it in a non-transphobic way, but most people are pretty shitty about it, but I think there's some nuance there, so I'm not saying you're transphobic if you don't want me anymore, but it's just like...
(Danny, you are officially talking way too much. He clamps his mouth shut.)
That sounds like a challenge to me, my darling. It sounds like I might need to invite you along when I go to New York next week.
[It's out before Corry can think better of it -- he's mentioned the trip in passing, less formal than most of his business trips, a few shows at Madison Square Gardens, a whole lot of tourism. The idea of having Danny with him, of frequenting the shows and the parties and the exclusive clubs...feels nice. It feels good. Still, if Danny doesn't respond positively to the idea, Corry will drop it immediately.]
But you're so GOOD at stroking. And I'd be lying if I said I wasn't deeply satisfied by the idea of being the only man who's ever been with you. There are some things I'm very selfish about, Danny.
[And you're one of them goes unsaid, but heavily implied. The sounds Danny makes, the way he looks when he's lost in pleasure, the way he tastes -- thinking about anyone else getting to experience those things makes something hot and possessive burn in Corry’s chest.]
I could get anyone in ONCE. The real art is making it a repeat occurrence.
Would you? Careful, that's the sort of thing that'll start giving me ideas.
As is that. I'd happily beg, on my knees and everything. You know how much I enjoy being down there, for you.
[There's that smile again, bright and genuine, and those eyes fixed upwards in a way that makes Corry want to call a car immediately and get them both back to his hotel. While he's never been someone to deny his more carnal urges, Corry hadn't specifically set out to satisfy those tonight. He'd wanted a couple decent drinks, some eye candy, perhaps a steamy encounter in the bathroom.
But he wants more than that with Danny. He doesn't want to rush -- he wants to take his time, indulge in every inch of this beautiful boy's body, savor putting that awestruck, worshipful look on his face over and over. Corry wants the entire night, from right that second until the sun rises, and he doesn't want to share with anyone else.
Which is why he frowns a bit, almost petulant, when Danny steps backwards, away from his touch. At least, until he hears what the young man is trying to say. Corry tends not to make assumptions, not about what people might have beneath their clothes, but he'd had a faint idea -- mostly because of the way Danny had lit up at being called "he".
So he waits patiently, unable to hide the immensely fond twist of a smile at how Danny ends his rambling. It's -- so genuine, so authentic, in a way that's a stark contrast to the duplicitous, conniving types Corry’s gotten used to. Nobody who eats cherries like Danny does is 100% innocent, of course, but right now there's no artifice. Just a very anxious, unsure young man, bracing himself for a rejection.
Part of Corry wants to demand the names and locations of every person who'd ever made Danny feel like he had to expect rejection, like he had to justify his own existence. But another part wisely decides that it's better to set down his drink and reach out to gently take one of Danny's hands, sliding their fingers together.]
Darling, you don't have to worry about me not wanting you, let's get that established first off. Regardless of what your body looks like -- though I'll admit, I'm very excited at the possibility that I'll get to see for myself.
[A pause, thinking of the best way to word this, because Corry doesn't do great with vulnerable, but he wants to honor the fact that Danny's being just that.] I've been with...a lot of people, in my life. I'm old enough to know what I prefer. I like men, preferably men with mouths like sin and eyes that make me want to write a goddamn sonnet.
[He lifts Danny's hand to his lips, kissing the back of his wrist, gently, meeting those eyes with his warm, dark ones.] Men like you.
really?? (The way Danny immediately sits up in bed and just grips his phone tightly.)
i hope you realize that if we did that i would have to drag you around to at least ten different underground clubs i've heard of and make you have to deal with me trying to dj at at least one of them and i'd talk your ear off probably 100% of the time we're there
(The funny thing is it isn't even about New York City but the idea of having Corry there with him to share the experience with...
He's far gone.)
you're lucky I'M not devastated that i cant say the same for you although i am selfish and delusional enough to be determined to make you forget about like everyone else you've ever been with
oh pleeease i don't buy that for a second at all. you're way too good in bed and too handsome. (Still...He's smiling all the same.)
i like giving you ideas they pretty much always directly benefit me
The music in the club fades away almost entirely and all Danny can really focus on is the shape and warmth of Corry's mouth on his hand. Danny stares at him, mouth slightly parted in mute surprise, and he can feel something deep down in the pit of his chest shift permanently. That awestruck look was in full force now, his eyes unblinking, staring up at Corry as if Corry had just tipped his world on its axis.
Which, in truth, he might as well have done.
It's funny because the rational part of him realizes that this could and probably was just a sex thing. Logically it made sense plenty of people would be fine sleeping with trans people and did so on a regular basis. But another part of him realized most people wouldn't bother with delivering that information in such a careful way, especially after such an embarrassingly vulnerable ramble like he'd spewed.
And especially not with a guy like Corry who was undeniably older, hotter, probably wealthier (which, really, everyone was wealthier than Danny), and far more experience. There was nothing really for him to gain from Danny and if he just wanted to fuck him, Danny was plenty willing enough that he didn't exactly need the effort of Corry's kindness. And Danny knew that the culture of gay men, queer men, was often blunt and to the point without any frills and with a certain harsh truth.
But there is none of that here. He realizes he's blushing hard and he winds up finally looking down, his heart going a mile a minute.)
You...(His voice trembles for a second. Then he's looking back up at Danny, a wide, genuine smile spreading across his face.)
Really talk like a total sap.
(But there's a certain glittering adoration on Danny's face, and he winds up pulling his hand away from Corry's grip. A moment later and he's closing the space between them, leaning up onto his toes, hands clenching up the front of Corry's shirt, and he kisses Corry right on his mouth.
It's a surprisingly soft kiss given the heat between his thighs, but it's a kiss of open appreciation and a promise: I'm yours as long as you want me.
He breaks the kiss, still on his toes, grin growing.)
"Careful," Naseer repeats in a hiss, following his Alpha up to stand, an arm going protectively over his chest to stop him from rushing headfirst into danger. The sound of his voice when he calls for their lost mate breaks his heart, but he would be cruel to deny Corrigan that swell of hope he can feel reverberating through the link.
He'd be lying if he said he didn't also hope. It hasn't been so long that Naseer has forgotten the sweet allure of Kurt's scent. It could be them, masked under all those layers of unfamiliar smells, slowly approaching from behind the tree trunks. But it could just as well be Kurt's father, or someone from the human village, or Miles, the little human's scent still clinging to him after months of captivity. He would be a fool not to consider the danger here. The pack is already so vulnerable. Should they lose their Alpha too...
When the dying bushes part and the figure steps forward into the waning daylight, Naseer almost doesn't believe his eyes.
Kurt is nearly unrecognizable. Partially covered by tattered skirts and a sling tied firmly around their chest, covered in dirt and bandages and old dried blood, their hair messily shorn short and hanging limply around their face, they emerge into the river clearing like a ghost of their former self. But they're not a ghost. Underfed and filthy and haunted, yes, covered in unfamiliar scars both outside and in, but alive. They're alive, they're here, rosy-cheeked and near breathless from their trek through the woods from where they'd secured their horse and wagon, along the first stretch of trees they actually recognized after over a week on the road.
And they're not alone. From within the wrap sling there's a shock of dark curly hair hiding the sleeping face of an infant, their tiny hand curled up and resting against Kurt's chest, a gorgeous contrast to the pale skin of their mother. The baby. The baby made it.
Kurt almost can't believe it themself. This whole time, they barely let themself hope that the pack would still be here, would still be together by the time they made it, but they are. Whatever shattered remnants of that old cherished bond remains are lit aflame, soaring to life within them as they finally lay eyes on Corrigan and Naseer, watching them approach on bare bloodied feet with disbelief, and for the first time in too long, Kurt breaks into a brittle, tearful smile. "Alpha."
I've made a couple calls. There are a few parties being thrown by people in the DJ scene -- if it's even cool to call it a "scene", of course. I might've gotten on the list of one or two. I like hearing you talk. [He's not just saying that either -- Danny has that beautifully genuine way of speaking, where it's clear he's not trying to impress Corry, he just honestly enjoys talking about things he's interested in. Even if Corry doesn't understand most of it, he's come to enjoy lounging in the sheets and listening to Danny sleepily talk about amps or foreign films or manga or tentacle porn.]
I wouldn't call it delusional. As I've said several times, you're very unaware of your own appeal, Danny. You don't see how people's heads turn when we're out and about. [Though he's probably well-aware of how Corry's hand always takes up a permanent spot at his lower back, protective and claiming at once, a silent back off; he's taken sign for anyone watching.]
We do tend to collaborate very well, don't we? Imagine the havoc we could wreak if we ever decided to turn our ideas towards...world domination or something. We'd set the world on fire, darling.
Am I? [He's tempted to ask for proof -- not the first time a text conversation's devolved into sexting. But he's actually in town, and he wants to make the most of every in-person moment with Danny he can get.] You can prove it to me in twenty minutes. I'm in the car now.
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god im already obsessed
Date: 2023-12-31 04:28 am (UTC)Once they figured it out, they would merely pretend to be sad and then excitedly snatch him up as a plaything for the night, touting him about as one of the girls he sometimes felt mildly offended by this but other nights leaned into it just because it was fun to be around them. Men, on the other hand, rarely approached him. Men cared a lot more about that sort of thing.
Men were kind of intimidating for a slew of reasons. Danny knew all of the stats thanks to Bridget's obsession with reminding the family ever five fucking seconds about the plight of cis men in the world. His mom's disdain for men one could meet at a club or a band meet-up was painfully obvious and sometimes Danny felt bad for his aunt because of it. After their dad left, all of that resentment just got worse and sometimes, he felt a bit like an outsider in his own home because of it.
Men are such assholes- but you don't count Danny, don't worry.
Why didn't he count?
Sometimes it was just nice to get away from it all. But one could never really get away from it. So. Danny was realistic. He danced to music and dressed for himself because he honestly figured he wasn't going to be picked up at one of these places. Even as he slides into the seat next to the unfairly godly specimen of a man, Danny's mind is completely void of any possibility. This guy is well beyond his league. Older, crisper, cooler, unfairly handsome, and Danny could see that he's wealthy. Wealthy people wore their money well even in such simple outfits.
Comparatively, Danny was a gutter rat.
Still, he doesn't shrink away from the man when he talks to him. In fact, he smiles at him, slightly coy, eyes bright with genuine amusement.)
Don't give up just yet. I'm only thirsty. (When the water is brought to him, he thanks the bar staff before taking a few long, deep gulps from his glass. He turns to face Corry entirely, his smile growing wider. He really doubted this guy wanted to keep his attention, but hey, he needed to sit down for a while, so why not humor the guy? He crosses his legs together, leaning his elbow onto the bartop.)
Why don't you get a drink you think I'd like based on my appearance? If it's good, I'll stick around. If it's bad, I'll still stick around, but in an incredibly judgmental sort of way.
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Date: 2023-12-31 06:29 am (UTC)So Corrigan tucks closer against his Beta, arms around his waist, nuzzling into the side of his neck and letting him collapse, letting him fall apart the way he hadn't been able to for months. Later, he'll feel guilty for being so remote, for disappearing while his body had stayed, silent and untouchable. But now there's nothing but comfort, love, adoration and gratitude pouring through their link as he finds his old scarred mark on Naseer's neck and kisses it softly.
"You won't need to, not anymore," he murmurs, grip tightening, eyes closed as he meets Naseer's grief with strength, something he'd been incapable of before. His grief is still there, limitless, endless, but he'd been given enough time by Naseer's bravery to build up a small amount of his own again. He kisses Naseer's neck again, reaches up and turns his face enough that he can kiss his mouth as well, soft, an apology. "Never again. All right? I'm -- not going to leave us again. Not again. We'll survive this, 'seer. I'm not leaving you again."
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Date: 2023-12-31 06:39 am (UTC)Still, first things first -- Corry knows he's attractive enough to be blunt, direct, but where's the enjoyment in that? Everyone enjoys being pursued, being wooed, and Corry enjoys a bit of a chase. So he feigns a thoughtful sigh, tilting his head and silently accepting the refilled drink from the bartender, who already knows him, knows his tastes.]
Hmmm, either I try my best and succeed, or I try my worst and fail and let on that I think you'd be irresistibly hot when judgmental. Decisions, decisions. [Then he straightens up, squares his shoulders.] Life's too short to drink bad liquor, though, so that decides it.
[Corry leans forward again, speaking confidently to the bartender.] He'll have a Tokyo Tea. Easy on the gin, heavy on the Cointreau. [A thoughtful, sideways glance at the young man, arching an eyebrow.] Play on a Long Island, with Midori melon liqueur. You ever try it?
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Date: 2023-12-31 08:40 am (UTC)Wise choice. I'm judgmental even without a bad drink. (He actually winks because apparently that's what he's going with this fine evening, but he thinks this guy might actually like that sort of thing. He watches the man order for him (and the fact that the man calls him a he which admittedly makes an actual curl of appreciation lift in his stomach.) Then he appreciates the drink choice.
He takes another sip from his water and raises both his brows.)
What do you think? (He not so subtly waggles his fingers in his lap, making a point on the X on the back of his palm.)
I'm tragically uncultured. But you got lucky. I'm not big on Long Islands, but I might like this one. (So, in other words, he's impressed. When the drink comes, he gives a nearly shy and polite 'thank you' to the bartender before taking a sip. His eyes lighten in a matter of seconds.)
Oh. Oh, all right. (He grins again. He takes the slice of lemon out to squeeze over the drink before bringing the lemon up to his mouth and just...eats it right down to the rind, gazing at Corry calmly the entire time, before he slides it completely out of his mouth in a delicate yellow bend and sets the rind into his water.)
You win.
i am spoil
Date: 2023-12-31 10:05 am (UTC)"I can handle it."
He can handle it. He can handle this casual sex life. He's just going to roll himself into a tight cocoon and tuck down, curling his legs against his chest as he stares at his phone in the dark.
He can't stop smiling. Oops.)
You're so full of it. i'll do it, don't get me wrong, but i don't mind going down on you to help you relax. i like sucking you off
do you want me to wear anything in particular? when i sit on your face?
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Date: 2023-12-31 04:15 pm (UTC)It should be a crime to make eating fruit look that appealing -- Corry watches with undisguised interest, vividly fantasizing about chasing the bright, sour flavor of lemon across the young man's lips, his tongue, replacing it with his own taste. He actually has to blink a couple times to bring himself back to the real world.
And then he grins, a cocky, smug expression that usually makes people want to kiss or punch him -- or both.] I usually do. Doesn't make it any less satisfying, though. And, because I'm shamelessly greedy, I demand another prize: your name.
[Sipping his bourbon, Corry angles more towards the young stranger, instinctively glancing around to make sure nobody else is trying to move in on him. They're either leaving together, or alone, but nobody else is walking out with this bright young thing on their arm.] I'll even start: Corrigan Molloy. "Corry", informally, full name's a bit of a mouthful.
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Date: 2023-12-31 04:22 pm (UTC)Dangerous. Danny had no real idea what sort of man Corry was -- and he didn't need to. He had a future, dreams, aspirations, and getting mixed up with Corry’s seedy lifestyle would only complicate that.
And yet. And yet.]
Oooo, tempting, very tempting. You are SO good at it, too. We'll call that round two, deal? Better pack an overnight bag, this may take a while.
Something you don't mind me tearing off with my teeth to get at you. Or that backless black thing you wore when I got back from Prague. Big fan of that on you.
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Date: 2023-12-31 06:14 pm (UTC)He has a feeling Corry would know precisely what to do with him. And for whatever reason, Danny didn't feel too intimidated by that. What he lacked in experience he could make up for in his natural inclination to explore the unknown with enthusiasm and a healthy (or unhealthy) lack of fear.)
Wow, really asking for the world, huh. (Again, he teases, because a name is hardly anything, but he finds Corry's smile cute and his almost-formality even cuter.)
Irish? (He fosters a guess.) I feel like that's just an easy open for me to say something about enjoying a mouthful of anything that has to do with you, so I'm not taking the bait.
(Except he clearly just did and all with a grin.)
I'm Danny. Debating on my last name, so we'll leave that on the back burner.
(He's not about to get into his dad's recent walking out or anything, but hey, what's in a name anyway.)
Do you like dancing, Corry?
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Date: 2023-12-31 06:20 pm (UTC)He knew in retrospect he was down bad, especially because he had made a few mixes with Corry's name on them that were filled to the brim with love songs. Mixes he tucked away under his desk in a shoebox because even Danny realized that handing them over would solidify something. He was almost positive that if he made that move, he might scare Corry off.
He didn't have the money Corry had, but that didn't stop Danny from saving stubs and sketching pictures and writing poems and cramming that shoebox full of all the things he wished he could say- but.
Sexting is good enough.)
I always pack an overnight bag when it comes to you :P
virgin killer.
you know, it's funny. you're the only person who really gets to see my body like that
(He doesn't know why he says this because it definitely is straying into Emotional Territory, but it's true. He usually kept himself in loose, baggy clothes that made his natural curves easier to hide. But Corry- well. Corry didn't make him worry as much about that kind of thing.)
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Date: 2023-12-31 08:43 pm (UTC)He also has to constantly fight his urges to do big, outlandish, ostentatious things -- like buying Danny a new car or flying him out to Paris or something. Corry had grown up poor and it didn't take a therapist to point out that he was trying to make up for all the years without by never denying himself anything. But that was the sort of thing that could become overwhelming or weird, after a while.
So he sticks to texting and messaging and lying awake thinking about Danny every damn night and spending as much time together as he can, between trips.]
As you should, because I'm never satisfied with only an hour or two of your time.
Yes, that one. I knew it had a funny name. [He'd actually searched up the style, finding the various photos of models lackluster compared to that first glimpse of Danny's back, completely bare, framed by the soft, silky knit of the sweater.
The last message gets a thoughtful pause, a faint whisper of careful in the back of Corry's mind -- which, of course, he ignores.] My initial response is to say "good", because you know how I feel about sharing. But that's not quite what you mean, is it, my darling?
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Date: 2023-12-31 08:53 pm (UTC)Would you, then? Enjoy a mouthful? [Corry teases it back with a wicked grin of his own. Oh, yes. Definitely flirting.
It's enough encouragement that Corry feels bold enough to reach out, thumb away a drop of bright green liquor resting on Danny's lower lip after his most recent sip. He lets his hand linger, fingers callused and warm, easily cradling Danny's chin, something deeply possessive in the gesture.] Danny. Pleasure to meet you. I'm not much of a dancer, but I have a feeling if I'm with you, nobody will be looking at me.
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Date: 2024-01-01 02:09 am (UTC)"Th-Thank you," he hiccups, hands trembling against Corrigan's cheeks as they reach up to cradle his face. The kiss breathes life into him once more. It's much easier to believe they will pull through when his Alpha proclaims it. He's sure the younger wolves will agree. "You're right. W-We'll survive this. Together."
And it's good they have each other, for the woods are a treacherous place, nature hiding her secrets well even from her most beloved children. One can live their whole life in the forest, reverent of its delicate balance, always giving as much as taking, but it only takes one bad day for the woods to turn her back on you. As Naseer cries, wrapped up in his Alpha, he hears the quiet snap of a twig off in the distance, closer to the tree line, far enough away to still be hidden when he turns to look. It's not someone from the pack, nothing communicated through the link. Whoever it is smells like foreign territory, snow and dust and sweat and horseback and blood, and underneath it all... something almost familiar.
"Careful," he murmurs, stilling his breathing almost instantly, sobs forgotten. The smell... it's throwing him off. Naseer almost doesn't allow himself to hope.
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Date: 2024-01-01 05:03 am (UTC)Though the idea of seeing the world with Corry was...a shared fantasy, all right. The idea of traveling and just living with Corry...)
thank god. i'm glad i still can keep your attention for that long hehe
i've had it forever but never the right occasion to wear it until you
(Danny didn't like to share either, and he had made it clear a few times now that Corry was the only one he was sleeping with, the only one he cared to be with like this. They were exclusive without the strings, somehow, or that's what Danny tried to tell himself on a regular basis.
But especially in moments like this where something in his face softens and he feels that vulnerability unfurling.)
No, it's not what i mean (Corry knows him all too well.)
i just
you know. i know you see me
the way i want to be seen
i know that i can show you my body in certain ways and you're not sitting there enjoying it because im
because i have a different body
but because you enjoy me and my body because it's my body
like. i feel i could wear a skirt around you and you'd honestly just look at me like a boy in a skirt
it's
i mean, it's really nice. not that i really dress like that anymore, but so many people get hung up on that shit and you can always fucking tell they wanna be like "well why would you wanna wear anything feminine doesnt that defeat the point?"
but idk you
you just seem like you get it.
sorry, im totally rambling
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Date: 2024-01-01 05:09 am (UTC)He smirks at the question. He plucks the cherry off the top of his drink and thoughtfully rests it against his lower lip before slowly sliding it into his mouth. He plucks the stem off and chews around the pit, swallowing, before sticking his tongue out with the pit at the tip. He plucks it off.)
I think I would.
(He drops the pit and stem onto a napkin.
Then Corry's hand is by his face and he's being touched by a man in a way he had only ever dreamed of. It catches him off guard that he winds up staring at Corry in an open, boyish look of wonder. He has never been possessed and suddenly, it's all he can really think about. He can feel himself starting to blush again.)
I think everyone here would look at you instead of me. You're kind of...You know.
(Gorgeous? In a completely surreal way.)
But I'd make it worth your while.
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Date: 2024-01-01 06:40 am (UTC)But now -- Danny. Who didn't fit into Corry's plans or his lifestyle or his world. Who was achingly mature and practical for someone who should still be enjoying being young and stupid. Who was irresistible in so many ways, physical and otherwise. Who Corry wanted to spend time with.]
Darling, you could spend the next five nights with me and I still wouldn't be in danger of becoming disinterested. I told you, I have a list of all the things I'd like to try with you, and we've still only just started.
What I'm hearing is nobody else has seen you in it but me, is that right? [Danny had never asked for exclusivity -- Danny rarely asked for anything, Corry noticed, he always tried to make do or manage with what he had, a habit Corry himself recognized. But Corry had been transparent, both about his recent sexual history -- recent screenings and the like -- and his current one. Normally he maintained several affairs at once, messaging or video chatting one person while spending nights with another, the picture of a playboy. But since that night, the seedy club, Danny's smile across the dance floor...Corry's left any messages from former lovers unread, much more preoccupied with messaging or calling Danny.]
You don't need to apologize, and you're not rambling, darling. I understand -- as much as I can, with my own experiences, of course. [Corry's always had trans friends, people who blurred or straddled or destroyed the lines, who presented in all manner of ways and identified as countless others. He himself had always been fairly secure in his own gender identity, but had been with enough trans men or women to understand that no two were identical. If Danny had only ever wanted to present or dress in a traditionally "masculine" way, Corry would've thoroughly lusted over him all the same.
Because it was Danny.]
You're exactly right, too. I enjoy you wearing pretty things, because I think they compliment you nicely. You're a stunning young man who I'm fortunate enough to have in my bed on the regular. I enjoy your body because it's yours. Regardless of how much or little is on it.
Though admittedly, I have a slight preference for there being almost nothing on it, because I like having easy access, but that's because I'm lazy and greedy.
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Date: 2024-01-01 06:50 am (UTC)[He lets his hand linger on Danny's face for a moment longer, thumb tracing over the line of his jaw, the soft line of his throat, feeling his pulse racing. The sweet, open innocence in those wide eyes is the kind of thing Corry could get addicted to very, very easily. He's torn between wanting to be gentle and wanting to absolutely wreck this beautiful, blushing boy.]
And I think you're completely unaware of your own appeal. Which works for my purposes, because I don't want to share you tonight. [He stands, slowly, drink in one hand, his other one sliding around to cradle the back of Danny's neck, prompting him to look upwards.] You can make it worth my while by letting me know what you think of that. Of me not sharing you.
[Softer, eyes dragging slowly over Danny's mouth, dragging down too the loose neck of his t-shirt, consuming every glimpse of skin with something almost ravenous:] Of me taking you home tonight.
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Date: 2024-01-01 06:58 am (UTC)He wants it so desperately, so fervently that he almost thinks he's imagining the curl of scent that reaches him on the crisp wintry air. Corrigan knows there's nothing there in the link, but he reaches out anyway, even though he knows encountering the shattered remnants of where Kurt once was will only hurt him. They ache, like an old wound, like a broken bone that healed wrong, that throbs with pain when the rain approaches. He reaches for them anyway and even though it's dead, it's gone, he almost -- almost feels something.
Maybe it's the link, maybe it's his soul itself, recognizing that presence with something deeper than human or wolf senses could explain. His reason for existence, the center of his universe, found in this world (and, perhaps, in a hundred thousand others) and tying him to it and always, always meant to return to him. Corrigan stands with a shaky jerk, his very being singing and straining towards the sound, the scent at the treeline. He can't move, can't breathe, can't do anything but wait to see if the humming in his chest is real, if the sense of familiarity, of recognition is true or just a desperate wish.
He says it with every bit of hope in his soul, a prayer and a wish and a plea: "Kurt?"
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Date: 2024-01-01 01:19 pm (UTC)(It's partly a joke and partly Danny lightly nudging the idea of spending actual proper time with Corry beyond just the bedroom and moments after sex or fancy dinners leading up to sex. Then again, the sex was really fucking good, so he'd still want that, but part of him wondered...
Corry was right. Danny never did ask for anything. He didn't really know how to in this situation. He was too preoccupied with doing his best to play it cool, play it easy.)
that's right. not to stroke your ego but you're kinda the one and only here. never got to do much before i met you (AKA nothing at all! Though his porn browser history more than made up for his lack of companionship. Corry was a lot better than even the best-rendered edits of Link getting plowed by a bunch of goblins.
Thing is Danny actually likes the idea of dressing a little slutty for some guy. He liked the idea of owning being a femboy from time to time, but not at the risk of sacrificing how a guy might see him. Enough people online griped about how it was just fetishism and how there was something inherently wrong, but Danny couldn't help but see something powerful in the idea of getting to wear a skirt and still be all male to whoever's face he was riding.
It certainly made him feel bolder with Corry, more confident. He's smiling as Corry sends him more texts, something achingly soft in is gaze, a swooshing warmth in his chest.)
you really lay it on thick. you do know you could get like anyone you want in your bed on the regular. i don't think fortune has much to do with it :P
but still. i'd wear anything you want me to wear
i should make you work harder for it sometimes. get you begging
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Date: 2024-01-01 01:32 pm (UTC)Luckily for you, I wasn't exactly looking at anyone in this place until I saw you. (Well, actually. He laughs then.) Or, I guess until I saw you seeing me.
(Then he realized that there was some sort of weird possibility here. He allows himself to be guided into looking up at Corry, and man, he's tall and handsome as hell and Danny has to remind himself that this guy probably was way too good for a bathroom blowjob.
Then Corry says that and Danny's smile fades, but not in any absence of joy. Quite the opposite. His pupils dilate and his mouth hangs open ever so slightly, his heart picking up. He stands up finally, almost dizzy with the surreal situation he was absolutely not expecting. A part of him wants to just scream uh, fuck yeah, take me home right now.
But then his brain catches up to reality and he blinks at Corry, suddenly a bit shy, a smile on his face again, but a bit cagey.)
Yeah, no. That's cool. (Give him a second to catch up. He's standing a bit straighter, leaning back into the bar, and he's thinking. He glances over his shoulder at the bartender and then back to the guy because well- well. Bridget's stupid statistics were rattling through his head and all of his mom's stranger danger bullshit and the whole...)
It's just, you know. (He fiddles with the hem of his shirt, suddenly feeling totally out of his depth.)
I'm not exactly...I'm sorta lacking some parts. So. My body might not live up to...whatever's going on in your head right now. (Okay, well, that speech probably could have gone better but now he's just giving Corry a strained smile and genuinely? Expecting some sort of rejection.)
It's cool if you're not into that sorta thing. I get it. You don't need to feel guilty or anything if you're not into certain genitalia. My sister says there's this whole thing where people can have genital preferences and do it in a non-transphobic way, but most people are pretty shitty about it, but I think there's some nuance there, so I'm not saying you're transphobic if you don't want me anymore, but it's just like...
(Danny, you are officially talking way too much. He clamps his mouth shut.)
I'm gonna shut up now.
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Date: 2024-01-01 05:02 pm (UTC)[It's out before Corry can think better of it -- he's mentioned the trip in passing, less formal than most of his business trips, a few shows at Madison Square Gardens, a whole lot of tourism. The idea of having Danny with him, of frequenting the shows and the parties and the exclusive clubs...feels nice. It feels good. Still, if Danny doesn't respond positively to the idea, Corry will drop it immediately.]
But you're so GOOD at stroking. And I'd be lying if I said I wasn't deeply satisfied by the idea of being the only man who's ever been with you. There are some things I'm very selfish about, Danny.
[And you're one of them goes unsaid, but heavily implied. The sounds Danny makes, the way he looks when he's lost in pleasure, the way he tastes -- thinking about anyone else getting to experience those things makes something hot and possessive burn in Corry’s chest.]
I could get anyone in ONCE. The real art is making it a repeat occurrence.
Would you? Careful, that's the sort of thing that'll start giving me ideas.
As is that. I'd happily beg, on my knees and everything. You know how much I enjoy being down there, for you.
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Date: 2024-01-01 05:41 pm (UTC)But he wants more than that with Danny. He doesn't want to rush -- he wants to take his time, indulge in every inch of this beautiful boy's body, savor putting that awestruck, worshipful look on his face over and over. Corry wants the entire night, from right that second until the sun rises, and he doesn't want to share with anyone else.
Which is why he frowns a bit, almost petulant, when Danny steps backwards, away from his touch. At least, until he hears what the young man is trying to say. Corry tends not to make assumptions, not about what people might have beneath their clothes, but he'd had a faint idea -- mostly because of the way Danny had lit up at being called "he".
So he waits patiently, unable to hide the immensely fond twist of a smile at how Danny ends his rambling. It's -- so genuine, so authentic, in a way that's a stark contrast to the duplicitous, conniving types Corry’s gotten used to. Nobody who eats cherries like Danny does is 100% innocent, of course, but right now there's no artifice. Just a very anxious, unsure young man, bracing himself for a rejection.
Part of Corry wants to demand the names and locations of every person who'd ever made Danny feel like he had to expect rejection, like he had to justify his own existence. But another part wisely decides that it's better to set down his drink and reach out to gently take one of Danny's hands, sliding their fingers together.]
Darling, you don't have to worry about me not wanting you, let's get that established first off. Regardless of what your body looks like -- though I'll admit, I'm very excited at the possibility that I'll get to see for myself.
[A pause, thinking of the best way to word this, because Corry doesn't do great with vulnerable, but he wants to honor the fact that Danny's being just that.] I've been with...a lot of people, in my life. I'm old enough to know what I prefer. I like men, preferably men with mouths like sin and eyes that make me want to write a goddamn sonnet.
[He lifts Danny's hand to his lips, kissing the back of his wrist, gently, meeting those eyes with his warm, dark ones.] Men like you.
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Date: 2024-01-01 06:36 pm (UTC)i hope you realize that if we did that i would have to drag you around to at least ten different underground clubs i've heard of and make you have to deal with me trying to dj at at least one of them
and i'd talk your ear off probably 100% of the time we're there
(The funny thing is it isn't even about New York City but the idea of having Corry there with him to share the experience with...
He's far gone.)
you're lucky I'M not devastated that i cant say the same for you although i am selfish and delusional enough to be determined to make you forget about like everyone else you've ever been with
oh pleeease i don't buy that for a second at all. you're way too good in bed and too handsome. (Still...He's smiling all the same.)
i like giving you ideas
they pretty much always directly benefit me
okay now you really are getting me going
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Date: 2024-01-01 06:46 pm (UTC)The music in the club fades away almost entirely and all Danny can really focus on is the shape and warmth of Corry's mouth on his hand. Danny stares at him, mouth slightly parted in mute surprise, and he can feel something deep down in the pit of his chest shift permanently. That awestruck look was in full force now, his eyes unblinking, staring up at Corry as if Corry had just tipped his world on its axis.
Which, in truth, he might as well have done.
It's funny because the rational part of him realizes that this could and probably was just a sex thing. Logically it made sense plenty of people would be fine sleeping with trans people and did so on a regular basis. But another part of him realized most people wouldn't bother with delivering that information in such a careful way, especially after such an embarrassingly vulnerable ramble like he'd spewed.
And especially not with a guy like Corry who was undeniably older, hotter, probably wealthier (which, really, everyone was wealthier than Danny), and far more experience. There was nothing really for him to gain from Danny and if he just wanted to fuck him, Danny was plenty willing enough that he didn't exactly need the effort of Corry's kindness. And Danny knew that the culture of gay men, queer men, was often blunt and to the point without any frills and with a certain harsh truth.
But there is none of that here. He realizes he's blushing hard and he winds up finally looking down, his heart going a mile a minute.)
You...(His voice trembles for a second. Then he's looking back up at Danny, a wide, genuine smile spreading across his face.)
Really talk like a total sap.
(But there's a certain glittering adoration on Danny's face, and he winds up pulling his hand away from Corry's grip. A moment later and he's closing the space between them, leaning up onto his toes, hands clenching up the front of Corry's shirt, and he kisses Corry right on his mouth.
It's a surprisingly soft kiss given the heat between his thighs, but it's a kiss of open appreciation and a promise: I'm yours as long as you want me.
He breaks the kiss, still on his toes, grin growing.)
I like it. (I like you.)
Let's dance.
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Date: 2024-01-01 07:13 pm (UTC)He'd be lying if he said he didn't also hope. It hasn't been so long that Naseer has forgotten the sweet allure of Kurt's scent. It could be them, masked under all those layers of unfamiliar smells, slowly approaching from behind the tree trunks. But it could just as well be Kurt's father, or someone from the human village, or Miles, the little human's scent still clinging to him after months of captivity. He would be a fool not to consider the danger here. The pack is already so vulnerable. Should they lose their Alpha too...
When the dying bushes part and the figure steps forward into the waning daylight, Naseer almost doesn't believe his eyes.
Kurt is nearly unrecognizable. Partially covered by tattered skirts and a sling tied firmly around their chest, covered in dirt and bandages and old dried blood, their hair messily shorn short and hanging limply around their face, they emerge into the river clearing like a ghost of their former self. But they're not a ghost. Underfed and filthy and haunted, yes, covered in unfamiliar scars both outside and in, but alive. They're alive, they're here, rosy-cheeked and near breathless from their trek through the woods from where they'd secured their horse and wagon, along the first stretch of trees they actually recognized after over a week on the road.
And they're not alone. From within the wrap sling there's a shock of dark curly hair hiding the sleeping face of an infant, their tiny hand curled up and resting against Kurt's chest, a gorgeous contrast to the pale skin of their mother. The baby. The baby made it.
Kurt almost can't believe it themself. This whole time, they barely let themself hope that the pack would still be here, would still be together by the time they made it, but they are. Whatever shattered remnants of that old cherished bond remains are lit aflame, soaring to life within them as they finally lay eyes on Corrigan and Naseer, watching them approach on bare bloodied feet with disbelief, and for the first time in too long, Kurt breaks into a brittle, tearful smile. "Alpha."
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Date: 2024-01-02 12:16 am (UTC)I like hearing you talk. [He's not just saying that either -- Danny has that beautifully genuine way of speaking, where it's clear he's not trying to impress Corry, he just honestly enjoys talking about things he's interested in. Even if Corry doesn't understand most of it, he's come to enjoy lounging in the sheets and listening to Danny sleepily talk about amps or foreign films or manga or tentacle porn.]
I wouldn't call it delusional. As I've said several times, you're very unaware of your own appeal, Danny. You don't see how people's heads turn when we're out and about. [Though he's probably well-aware of how Corry's hand always takes up a permanent spot at his lower back, protective and claiming at once, a silent back off; he's taken sign for anyone watching.]
We do tend to collaborate very well, don't we? Imagine the havoc we could wreak if we ever decided to turn our ideas towards...world domination or something. We'd set the world on fire, darling.
Am I? [He's tempted to ask for proof -- not the first time a text conversation's devolved into sexting. But he's actually in town, and he wants to make the most of every in-person moment with Danny he can get.] You can prove it to me in twenty minutes. I'm in the car now.