god im already obsessed

Date: 2023-12-31 04:28 am (UTC)
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(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.

Date: 2023-12-31 08:40 am (UTC)
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(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.)

You win.

i am spoil

Date: 2023-12-31 10:05 am (UTC)
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(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?

Date: 2023-12-31 06:14 pm (UTC)
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(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.)

Do you like dancing, Corry?

Date: 2023-12-31 06:20 pm (UTC)
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(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.)

Date: 2024-01-01 02:09 am (UTC)
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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.

Date: 2024-01-01 05:03 am (UTC)
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(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?"

but idk you

you just seem like you get it.

sorry, im totally rambling

Date: 2024-01-01 05:09 am (UTC)
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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.

(Gorgeous? In a completely surreal way.)

But I'd make it worth your while.

Date: 2024-01-01 01:19 pm (UTC)
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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

Date: 2024-01-01 01:32 pm (UTC)
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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.)

I'm gonna shut up now.

Date: 2024-01-01 06:36 pm (UTC)
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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

okay now you really are getting me going

Date: 2024-01-01 06:46 pm (UTC)
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(Oh.

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.

Date: 2024-01-01 07:13 pm (UTC)
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"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."