[There's a brief, bemused smile, but Corrigan doesn't patronize -- for once. It'd be different if this weren't the first time, if there was a dynamic built up over multiple interactions, multiple evenings of bickering. But whether or not there are feelings involved, Junpei is going to remember this night forever. Even an arrogant bastard like Corry recognizes the gravitas of that.
So he reaches out and gently takes the soda, settling it in the cup holder so he can pull Junpei into his lap. No use chit-chatting, not when he's been so patient. Corrigan’s big hands settle on the young man’s hips, keeping him in place, straddling the older man's lap and facing him.] I think you'd better tell me what else you want. Exactly what you want.
[He has some assumptions about how the night will go, but Junpei could secretly be a top and surprise him.]
no subject
So he reaches out and gently takes the soda, settling it in the cup holder so he can pull Junpei into his lap. No use chit-chatting, not when he's been so patient. Corrigan’s big hands settle on the young man’s hips, keeping him in place, straddling the older man's lap and facing him.] I think you'd better tell me what else you want. Exactly what you want.
[He has some assumptions about how the night will go, but Junpei could secretly be a top and surprise him.]