[At that little bit of defiance, that spark of indignation, Corrigan’s expression goes from suave, cocky bastard to something more genuine. There's almost -- pride in his face now.]
There's that fire. I like you sweet, but I like you better when you bite back.
[Then Junpei asks that question, and Corrigan’s expression darkens as well. His hands move, one remaining pressed firmly to the small of Junpei's back, while the other moves up to grasp his chin, tilting his face upwards.]
None of that. Put that out of your mind right this second, understand me? I'm here because I want you. Not as a substitute or a replacement or anything like that.
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Date: 2022-09-04 04:28 am (UTC)There's that fire. I like you sweet, but I like you better when you bite back.
[Then Junpei asks that question, and Corrigan’s expression darkens as well. His hands move, one remaining pressed firmly to the small of Junpei's back, while the other moves up to grasp his chin, tilting his face upwards.]
None of that. Put that out of your mind right this second, understand me? I'm here because I want you. Not as a substitute or a replacement or anything like that.