[Corrigan clicks his tongue in gentle, condescending disapproval, hand still down the front of Kurt’s pants. He can feel each shudder and squirm of pleasure, can see how their words stand in stark contrast to what their body's begging for.]

Is that so? You're a sweet, demure little thing now, is that right? Having fifteen-minute missionary with Greg with the lights out so he can't see how goddamn bored you are?

[He's backing towards the bed now, grabbing Kurt’s arms and dragging them along, pressing them close to his chest so he can purr the next words against their tangled hair, so his hands can freely squeeze and grope their shivering body.] Does he fuck you like I did, baby? Does he make you scream on his cock and sob for more? Has he ever made you feel even a fraction as good as I do?