[They don’t know what they did to trigger Corrigan’s sudden ferocity, but whatever it was it sure did the trick. One hand suddenly fists into their hair, while the other starts ripping their suit apart, layer by stifling layer, the feeling of fabric violently splitting and tearing against their skin utterly intoxicating. Their flushed, naked chest both writhes and arches against Corrigan’s punishing touch.
Kurt knows how fucked up this is. Greg is waiting for them to meet him at the venue, probably nervous and excited for their big day, for the rest of their lives together. Meanwhile Kurt has their ex-sugar daddy’s tongue in their mouth, his hand ripping their wedding suit to ribbons, and they’ve never been more turned on in their life. They don’t know if it’s the betrayal that does it, or the bride-snatching fantasy, but it’s leaps and bounds more than Greg has ever done for them in the bedroom.]
S-Stop— Please, you c-can’t, we can’t, you have to stop— [It’s not their safe word. They know that. Corrigan knows that. It’s muffled and teary and sobbed desperately against the man’s lips, and they don’t mean a single word of it. It’s all for the fantasy.] P-Please, it hurts—!
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Date: 2022-11-14 07:13 am (UTC)Kurt knows how fucked up this is. Greg is waiting for them to meet him at the venue, probably nervous and excited for their big day, for the rest of their lives together. Meanwhile Kurt has their ex-sugar daddy’s tongue in their mouth, his hand ripping their wedding suit to ribbons, and they’ve never been more turned on in their life. They don’t know if it’s the betrayal that does it, or the bride-snatching fantasy, but it’s leaps and bounds more than Greg has ever done for them in the bedroom.]
S-Stop— Please, you c-can’t, we can’t, you have to stop— [It’s not their safe word. They know that. Corrigan knows that. It’s muffled and teary and sobbed desperately against the man’s lips, and they don’t mean a single word of it. It’s all for the fantasy.] P-Please, it hurts—!