[Corrigan could handle the small changes -- he can slide his tongue over where the metal stud used to be, can imagine the metallic taste from the braces. But the hesitancy, the near-awkwardness, the unsure way they kiss makes him enraged.
So he doesn't respond to the words, doesn't say anything. Kurt doesn't want his words. Instead Corrigan slides his hand up into their loose hair, wrenches their head back and kisses them again, this time without holding back, with teeth and tongue and all the ferocity he feels.
With his free hand, Corrigan tears at the layers of fabric, not bothering with the buttons, just wrenching the vest, the tie, the shirt open. The clothes aren't nearly high enough quality to resist his near-violent movements, and the fabric gives way, tears loudly.]
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Date: 2022-11-14 12:42 am (UTC)So he doesn't respond to the words, doesn't say anything. Kurt doesn't want his words. Instead Corrigan slides his hand up into their loose hair, wrenches their head back and kisses them again, this time without holding back, with teeth and tongue and all the ferocity he feels.
With his free hand, Corrigan tears at the layers of fabric, not bothering with the buttons, just wrenching the vest, the tie, the shirt open. The clothes aren't nearly high enough quality to resist his near-violent movements, and the fabric gives way, tears loudly.]