Feeling his hands on them after all this time is beyond anything Kurt could have possibly imagined. It’s not like they don’t sleep around. They hook up with randoms and workers at the Hotel all the time, they’re not what you could call touch-starved or anything.

But the hands running up their thighs and squeezing their ass and manipulating them into position belong to him. To the man who’s haunted their dreams for months, who’s captivated them completely without ever getting near them. It’s no wonder they’re so reactive to his touch. It’s his hands that make them shiver, it’s his silky praise that makes them whine, it’s his tongue sliding so slowly over their hole that lures a hungry cry from their lips.

And they get to have this every day from now on. Kurt can’t believe how lucky they are. "Yes! Yes, oh Daddy, that feels so good," they moan, fingers curling into the luxurious bedsheets, thighs already quivering both from pleasure and the punishing position they’re made to hold.

Whoever said 'never meet your heroes' didn’t know what they were talking about. Kurt just hopes this is as exhilarating for Molloy as it is for them.