[If there's one thing Corry’s good at, it's being frustrating -- or maddening, exasperating, exhausting, a complete pain in the ass, the list goes on and on. He's burned a thousand bridges in his life, and manages not to regret them through sheer force of will. If he doesn't think about it, it doesn't haunt him.

But he's not a monster -- or even an out-and-out asshole. He's conscious of how much trust Danny's giving him, how inexperienced the boy actually is, which Corry finds to be a great injustice. The fact that someone this stunning, this beautifully responsive, someone who makes the sweetest breathy sounds when he's teased has gone unsatisfied for so long is some sort of cosmic crime.

One Corry fully intends to remedy, as soon as he can. He hums softly against Danny's neck, still teasing that mark into his pale skin, even as his fingers part, moving a little more purposefully, aiming to tease right at Danny's clit through the soaked fabric.] Nothing wrong with that, sweetheart. Just gives me more incentive to show you how good you can feel.

[The car is slowing, pulling up at the hotel, so Corry nuzzles at Danny's neck once more, then slips his hand free. Making direct eye contact, he drags his tongue over each finger, humming appreciatively.] I might have some fantasies of my own. We'll have to see if they match.