There they are. Freyja and Kurt, bleeding together into one needy, shuddering, breathless mess in his lap, eyes hazy, lips full and kiss-swollen, tears welling in their bright, hungry eyes. Corrigan leans up, kisses down the bared line of their neck, teasing his teeth against their pulse. The first mark he's ever left on them -- at least physically.

"That's my baby," he murmurs, loosening his grip slightly on their hair, cradling their body against his. "That's my needy little slut. How could I ever say no to you?" He's being much more indulgent than normal, but it's their first time physically together. Corrigan figures he can be a liiiitttle lenient.

Another issue over their racing pulse, then he turns, depositing them in a heap on the bed. "Undress, princess," he commands, squeezing at their thighs. "Hands and knees for Daddy. I wanna see how you taste."