[It's a thought that's been more and more at the front of Corry's mind lately -- the idea of having someone to come home to, someone to be with him all those long, lonely nights overseas, in a hundred empty hotel rooms. He'd always put his energy and effort towards ensuring he'd never again go without, that he'd be able to have enough to support himself and the people (few as they were) who mattered to him. That he could be wholly independent. And he'd succeeded.
But now -- Danny. Who didn't fit into Corry's plans or his lifestyle or his world. Who was achingly mature and practical for someone who should still be enjoying being young and stupid. Who was irresistible in so many ways, physical and otherwise. Who Corry wanted to spend time with.]
Darling, you could spend the next five nights with me and I still wouldn't be in danger of becoming disinterested. I told you, I have a list of all the things I'd like to try with you, and we've still only just started.
What I'm hearing is nobody else has seen you in it but me, is that right? [Danny had never asked for exclusivity -- Danny rarely asked for anything, Corry noticed, he always tried to make do or manage with what he had, a habit Corry himself recognized. But Corry had been transparent, both about his recent sexual history -- recent screenings and the like -- and his current one. Normally he maintained several affairs at once, messaging or video chatting one person while spending nights with another, the picture of a playboy. But since that night, the seedy club, Danny's smile across the dance floor...Corry's left any messages from former lovers unread, much more preoccupied with messaging or calling Danny.]
You don't need to apologize, and you're not rambling, darling. I understand -- as much as I can, with my own experiences, of course. [Corry's always had trans friends, people who blurred or straddled or destroyed the lines, who presented in all manner of ways and identified as countless others. He himself had always been fairly secure in his own gender identity, but had been with enough trans men or women to understand that no two were identical. If Danny had only ever wanted to present or dress in a traditionally "masculine" way, Corry would've thoroughly lusted over him all the same.
Because it was Danny.]
You're exactly right, too. I enjoy you wearing pretty things, because I think they compliment you nicely. You're a stunning young man who I'm fortunate enough to have in my bed on the regular. I enjoy your body because it's yours. Regardless of how much or little is on it.
Though admittedly, I have a slight preference for there being almost nothing on it, because I like having easy access, but that's because I'm lazy and greedy.
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But now -- Danny. Who didn't fit into Corry's plans or his lifestyle or his world. Who was achingly mature and practical for someone who should still be enjoying being young and stupid. Who was irresistible in so many ways, physical and otherwise. Who Corry wanted to spend time with.]
Darling, you could spend the next five nights with me and I still wouldn't be in danger of becoming disinterested. I told you, I have a list of all the things I'd like to try with you, and we've still only just started.
What I'm hearing is nobody else has seen you in it but me, is that right? [Danny had never asked for exclusivity -- Danny rarely asked for anything, Corry noticed, he always tried to make do or manage with what he had, a habit Corry himself recognized. But Corry had been transparent, both about his recent sexual history -- recent screenings and the like -- and his current one. Normally he maintained several affairs at once, messaging or video chatting one person while spending nights with another, the picture of a playboy. But since that night, the seedy club, Danny's smile across the dance floor...Corry's left any messages from former lovers unread, much more preoccupied with messaging or calling Danny.]
You don't need to apologize, and you're not rambling, darling. I understand -- as much as I can, with my own experiences, of course. [Corry's always had trans friends, people who blurred or straddled or destroyed the lines, who presented in all manner of ways and identified as countless others. He himself had always been fairly secure in his own gender identity, but had been with enough trans men or women to understand that no two were identical. If Danny had only ever wanted to present or dress in a traditionally "masculine" way, Corry would've thoroughly lusted over him all the same.
Because it was Danny.]
You're exactly right, too. I enjoy you wearing pretty things, because I think they compliment you nicely. You're a stunning young man who I'm fortunate enough to have in my bed on the regular. I enjoy your body because it's yours. Regardless of how much or little is on it.
Though admittedly, I have a slight preference for there being almost nothing on it, because I like having easy access, but that's because I'm lazy and greedy.