Good. [Corrigan glances around the dingy motel room briefly, lip curling in disgust as he drops the hand from Kurt's face.] This place is disgusting.
[Then, in the same breath:] Undress. [The t-shirt and jeans are ill-fitting, adding to the sullen teen persona -- likely on purpose -- and while that's all well and good, Corrigan wants to see what he paid for.
He also wants to see how quickly Kurt obeys, if the mute compliance continues out of fear, if there's any potential to turn that into a complete and utter desire to please. Well, there's no "if" -- Corrigan is very good at getting what he wants, and what he wants is Kurt completely addicted to his touch.
In time, though. For now he stands, watches expectantly, waiting to be obeyed.]
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[Then, in the same breath:] Undress. [The t-shirt and jeans are ill-fitting, adding to the sullen teen persona -- likely on purpose -- and while that's all well and good, Corrigan wants to see what he paid for.
He also wants to see how quickly Kurt obeys, if the mute compliance continues out of fear, if there's any potential to turn that into a complete and utter desire to please. Well, there's no "if" -- Corrigan is very good at getting what he wants, and what he wants is Kurt completely addicted to his touch.
In time, though. For now he stands, watches expectantly, waiting to be obeyed.]