Corrigan wonders momentarily if the penthouse suite is soundproof -- and immediately follows that by hoping it isn't. He doesn't really care who Kurt flirts with or even sleeps with -- its a job and a hobby for them, one he isn't about to suddenly demand they give up. But he wants the whole Hotel to know that he's the one who makes them moan like this. He wants everyone to hear how mindless with pleasure they get under his touch.

So he stays focused, eating Kurt out with slow, focused drags of his tongue, enjoying how they shiver and squirm as he works them open gradually, taking his time. He only stops when he can feel their thighs shaking, when their whining, gasping sounds take on a desperate pitch. Then he pulls back, panting, working two fingers inside their ass and pumping them slowly.

"Gonna come for me?" he purrs, free hand sliding over their cock for the first time, an almost gentle caress. "C'mon, I wanna watch you, wanna see you come on my fingers, my tongue in you. You have permission..." Then Corrigan pauses, before diving back in to licking and sucking around his fingers, to add: "...this time."