They really like the way he says their name. There’s a softness in his voice when he does, something tender and warm, the same thing they see in his eyes—dark, endless, turning the color of molten honey in the sunlight through the window—when they finally lock with theirs, making their tummy do flips.
His fingers caress their pillow with that same soft warmth. Irrationally, Kurt wishes it was their face he was caressing instead. It’s a decidedly more innocent desire than they had for him when they entered the room.
“Certainly, sir,” they say, their smile brighter as they step away from the wardrobe, leaving their secrets behind. “The penthouse suite is particularly luxurious. We haven’t rented it out to guests ever, so only the previous owner touched it. I hope you’ll find it to your liking.”
When they pass him in order to open the door for him, Kurt shivers from just his presence, his warmth. They want that curious, caressing hand all over them.
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Date: 2023-03-30 03:24 am (UTC)His fingers caress their pillow with that same soft warmth. Irrationally, Kurt wishes it was their face he was caressing instead. It’s a decidedly more innocent desire than they had for him when they entered the room.
“Certainly, sir,” they say, their smile brighter as they step away from the wardrobe, leaving their secrets behind. “The penthouse suite is particularly luxurious. We haven’t rented it out to guests ever, so only the previous owner touched it. I hope you’ll find it to your liking.”
When they pass him in order to open the door for him, Kurt shivers from just his presence, his warmth. They want that curious, caressing hand all over them.