Corrigan is about to claim victory, about to lean forward and cradle Kurt’s pretty, blushing face in his hands and kiss them senseless, uncaring if there are security cameras or if anyone comes in and sees them, only focused on taking the prize he's so rightfully won. He's smiling slow and liquid and smug, eyes flicking down over Kurt’s flushed cheeks, their darkened eyes, their full lip caught between braced teeth --
-- and then it hits him. Not from the decor or the blankets or the wallpaper, not from the tone of voice or the slight lisp or the bright smile, but from that specific lip bite. A carefully framed camera, low music doing nothing to hide the obscene sounds of long lubed fingers working skillfully inside someone, of yielding silicone sliding inch by inch between shaky freckled thighs, the breathy moan when the streamer takes it all, right down to the hilt.
That lip bite, those braces, that voice -- "you like what you see, daddy?" And Corrigan with one hand on his dick and the other frantically typing yes, freyja, yes yes YES
In the real world, the elevator slides open, and Corrigan realizes he's been staring -- frowning, baffled, incredulous, putting it all together finally, finally. Part of him half-expects Kurt to realize at the same time, but that's ridiculous. southcalman only ever sends dick pics. There's no way they could recognize him, not unless he gets naked. Which is...something he'd been seriously considering until a moment ago.
With a brief mumbled response that's too unintelligible for even Corrigan to know what he means, he turns abruptly and starts down the hallway to the penthouse suite. Think, he needs to think...
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-- and then it hits him. Not from the decor or the blankets or the wallpaper, not from the tone of voice or the slight lisp or the bright smile, but from that specific lip bite. A carefully framed camera, low music doing nothing to hide the obscene sounds of long lubed fingers working skillfully inside someone, of yielding silicone sliding inch by inch between shaky freckled thighs, the breathy moan when the streamer takes it all, right down to the hilt.
That lip bite, those braces, that voice -- "you like what you see, daddy?" And Corrigan with one hand on his dick and the other frantically typing yes, freyja, yes yes YES
In the real world, the elevator slides open, and Corrigan realizes he's been staring -- frowning, baffled, incredulous, putting it all together finally, finally. Part of him half-expects Kurt to realize at the same time, but that's ridiculous. southcalman only ever sends dick pics. There's no way they could recognize him, not unless he gets naked. Which is...something he'd been seriously considering until a moment ago.
With a brief mumbled response that's too unintelligible for even Corrigan to know what he means, he turns abruptly and starts down the hallway to the penthouse suite. Think, he needs to think...