Molloy really is so understanding. He pulls them close and tucks them safely against him, he gently shushes their worries away, he pets down the shivering length of their spine like they're a frightened cat, calming their raw nerves. He really doesn't have to do that. He's only known them for an hour, maybe two, he barely knows the first thing about them, and yet... he understands why they're so stressed.
They have had a lot of change recently. This sale has potentially disrupted their whole life. No wonder they're all out of sorts. They came onto their new boss, for crying out loud, before even getting hired!
Though it appears that particular faux pas wasn't as badly received as they feared. Because Molloy's voice dips down low, as low as his fingers on their body, and coaxes them to follow him into his suite.
Kurt's heart starts pounding again, their cheeks reddening once more, but it's not with shame this time. Embarrassment, yes, but excitement too. He still wants them. He did all along. Swallowing thickly, eyes glued adoringly to the man the whole time, Kurt follows right behind him through the doors to the penthouse suite, feeling more than hearing the door close behind them. It's a beautiful space, wide and open and inviting, exquisitely furnished with the very finest pieces the staff have collected over the years. Polished mahogany contrasted against sleek modern furniture, delicate art pieces thoughtfully placed, all leading the eye towards the enormous glass panes making up both the entirety of the south wall and the entrance to the spacious balcony, sunken jacuzzi and all. And the centerpiece of it all, the ornate emperor bed with the carved frame and neatly made cotton sateen sheets.
It truly is a wonder just how the previous owner was able to afford all this. Maybe the reason he had to sell is more obvious than they thought. But if they're being honest with themself, the economics of this place is much less important than the sight of Molloy before them, tall and imposing and breathtaking, framed by the light pouring in from the glass wall. They're still achingly hard in their slacks. "It's not a maybe, sir... Y-You really are that special," they breathe, unable to stop staring at him. Their freckled cheeks are red and hot. "No one's ever made me feel like this before, s-sir."
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Date: 2023-03-31 10:27 am (UTC)They have had a lot of change recently. This sale has potentially disrupted their whole life. No wonder they're all out of sorts. They came onto their new boss, for crying out loud, before even getting hired!
Though it appears that particular faux pas wasn't as badly received as they feared. Because Molloy's voice dips down low, as low as his fingers on their body, and coaxes them to follow him into his suite.
Kurt's heart starts pounding again, their cheeks reddening once more, but it's not with shame this time. Embarrassment, yes, but excitement too. He still wants them. He did all along. Swallowing thickly, eyes glued adoringly to the man the whole time, Kurt follows right behind him through the doors to the penthouse suite, feeling more than hearing the door close behind them. It's a beautiful space, wide and open and inviting, exquisitely furnished with the very finest pieces the staff have collected over the years. Polished mahogany contrasted against sleek modern furniture, delicate art pieces thoughtfully placed, all leading the eye towards the enormous glass panes making up both the entirety of the south wall and the entrance to the spacious balcony, sunken jacuzzi and all. And the centerpiece of it all, the ornate emperor bed with the carved frame and neatly made cotton sateen sheets.
It truly is a wonder just how the previous owner was able to afford all this. Maybe the reason he had to sell is more obvious than they thought. But if they're being honest with themself, the economics of this place is much less important than the sight of Molloy before them, tall and imposing and breathtaking, framed by the light pouring in from the glass wall. They're still achingly hard in their slacks. "It's not a maybe, sir... Y-You really are that special," they breathe, unable to stop staring at him. Their freckled cheeks are red and hot. "No one's ever made me feel like this before, s-sir."