Liar. [It's purred, feline and smug and triumphant, against Kurt's sobbing mouth as Corrigan’s hands slide inside the shreds of their suit, finding their bared skin, reacquainting himself with their shape. The vest and jacket are shoved to the floor, leaving Kurt in their torn-open shirt, as Corrigan’s hands move down to unbundled their belt, tear open their pants.]
You love it. You love this, don't you? You love being treated rough, getting your hair pulled, your clothes torn. [He slides a big hand inside Kurt's pants, palm warm and familiar as it closes firmly around their cock, squeezes and gropes. His voice is sweet, poisonous as he bites at their lips, their jawline, their throat.] All this time and you're still a greedy little slut.
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Date: 2022-11-14 04:21 pm (UTC)You love it. You love this, don't you? You love being treated rough, getting your hair pulled, your clothes torn. [He slides a big hand inside Kurt's pants, palm warm and familiar as it closes firmly around their cock, squeezes and gropes. His voice is sweet, poisonous as he bites at their lips, their jawline, their throat.] All this time and you're still a greedy little slut.