Each sir, in that bright eager voice settles in Corrigan’s stomach like a physical caress, building low and hot and pleasant. Even as he nods for Kurt to lead the way, his gaze is wandering, taking in the way their clothes fit, hugging their waist, their legs, their ass. The filthy, wicked part of Corrigan is insisting that has to be on purpose, that Kurt has to be fully aware of how appealing they are, of the low undercurrent of tension that's inevitably going to break.
And then what? This is Kurt's home, their work, their community all in one. If they offer themselves up to Corrigan, offer to do anything to make sure their place is secure, is he truly the kind of man to accept that offer? Would he give in to his indecent fantasies and tear those perfectly fitting slacks right off?
Yeah, Corrigan has to admit, barely noticing the lobby as they pass through it, eyes unmoving from their slow roving up and down Kurt. He probably would.
Of course, there's a business part of his mind making note of what needs to be upgraded -- new carpet, new paint, better computers at the front desk and more elegant furniture in the lobby, and so on. But that's only about 30% of his mind, if he's being honest. The rest is devoted to wondering if the cute freckles across Kurt's cheeks are elsewhere on their body, if the pretty blush stretches down their chest when they're really embarrassed or flustered. Then he's thinking about the many, many ways he can get them that flustered, and honestly it's a miracle he hasn't walked into a wall yet.
At this point the whole staff is going to see Corrigan eying Kurt like they're a tempting dessert he's about to devour, and if gossip here is anything like office gossip, soon everyone will know the new boss wants in the young employee's pants.
...somehow the thought makes Corrigan more smugly satisfied than anything else.
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And then what? This is Kurt's home, their work, their community all in one. If they offer themselves up to Corrigan, offer to do anything to make sure their place is secure, is he truly the kind of man to accept that offer? Would he give in to his indecent fantasies and tear those perfectly fitting slacks right off?
Yeah, Corrigan has to admit, barely noticing the lobby as they pass through it, eyes unmoving from their slow roving up and down Kurt. He probably would.
Of course, there's a business part of his mind making note of what needs to be upgraded -- new carpet, new paint, better computers at the front desk and more elegant furniture in the lobby, and so on. But that's only about 30% of his mind, if he's being honest. The rest is devoted to wondering if the cute freckles across Kurt's cheeks are elsewhere on their body, if the pretty blush stretches down their chest when they're really embarrassed or flustered. Then he's thinking about the many, many ways he can get them that flustered, and honestly it's a miracle he hasn't walked into a wall yet.
At this point the whole staff is going to see Corrigan eying Kurt like they're a tempting dessert he's about to devour, and if gossip here is anything like office gossip, soon everyone will know the new boss wants in the young employee's pants.
...somehow the thought makes Corrigan more smugly satisfied than anything else.