Ginger is probably doing a perfectly adequate job, and is very nice and friendly and pretty, standing and offering her hand to Corrigan to shake. And he responds on autopilot, shakes her hand, makes some comment about the weather, very polite and neutral. He's impressed he manages that, honestly.
Because as soon as Kurt had flashed that smile, all braces and perfectly applied lip gloss, the only emotion he'd felt was a hot, churning jealousy. They've been nothing but professional and cordial, as befits the interviewer/interviewee dynamic, and it wouldn't make any sense for them to wink or grin like that at Corrigan.
But he wants them to. He wants the full focus of every scrap of their attention, on him alone, and he wants to be able to enact extremely unprofessional punishments when they don't give it. He wants to be able to reach out, slide his fingers under the silky collar of Kurt's blouse and murmur a command to obey or he's going to bend them over Ginger's desk and let her watch them be disciplined.
God, he's been watching way too many niche kink streams. Corrigan considers momentarily whether he should let himself daydream about that instead, before putting the thought aside. His favorite streamer also has braces.
"I'd like to see the rooms," he says abruptly, reaching out -- on pure, thoughtless autopilot, that's all, not because he's thinking about a cute freckled streamer with an equally cheeky grin and long pretty hair -- and resting his hand against Kurt's lower back for a moment. Just to guide them, prompt the tour forward! That's all! Nevermind that it's so deeply unprofessional it'll be a miracle if he isn't sued for harassment.
...honestly being sued might be worth it, in exchange for Corrigan confirming that his hand fits almost perfectly between the subtle curves of Kurt's hips, across their spine, just above their ass. He could almost die happy, knowing that.
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Date: 2023-03-28 08:40 pm (UTC)Because as soon as Kurt had flashed that smile, all braces and perfectly applied lip gloss, the only emotion he'd felt was a hot, churning jealousy. They've been nothing but professional and cordial, as befits the interviewer/interviewee dynamic, and it wouldn't make any sense for them to wink or grin like that at Corrigan.
But he wants them to. He wants the full focus of every scrap of their attention, on him alone, and he wants to be able to enact extremely unprofessional punishments when they don't give it. He wants to be able to reach out, slide his fingers under the silky collar of Kurt's blouse and murmur a command to obey or he's going to bend them over Ginger's desk and let her watch them be disciplined.
God, he's been watching way too many niche kink streams. Corrigan considers momentarily whether he should let himself daydream about that instead, before putting the thought aside. His favorite streamer also has braces.
"I'd like to see the rooms," he says abruptly, reaching out -- on pure, thoughtless autopilot, that's all, not because he's thinking about a cute freckled streamer with an equally cheeky grin and long pretty hair -- and resting his hand against Kurt's lower back for a moment. Just to guide them, prompt the tour forward! That's all! Nevermind that it's so deeply unprofessional it'll be a miracle if he isn't sued for harassment.
...honestly being sued might be worth it, in exchange for Corrigan confirming that his hand fits almost perfectly between the subtle curves of Kurt's hips, across their spine, just above their ass. He could almost die happy, knowing that.