[Interesting. Corrigan’s hand moves, sliding long warm fingers up into Kurt’s hair, cradling the back of his head. The fear certainly is less about the immediate and more about the overall. There's some reading between the lines required, but Corrigan’s always been good at that.
He steps closer, fully clothed and huge and warm, free hand reaching out to rest on Kurt’s hip and pull him closer.] You don't like it -- or you're afraid to like it? You don't want it or you're scared that you're meant for it?
[Corrigan ducks his head, almost close enough to kiss, eyes dark, voice darker.] Does my touching you terrify or delight you, Kurt? Tell me the truth. I don't like to be lied to.
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Date: 2022-10-03 07:17 pm (UTC)He steps closer, fully clothed and huge and warm, free hand reaching out to rest on Kurt’s hip and pull him closer.] You don't like it -- or you're afraid to like it? You don't want it or you're scared that you're meant for it?
[Corrigan ducks his head, almost close enough to kiss, eyes dark, voice darker.] Does my touching you terrify or delight you, Kurt? Tell me the truth. I don't like to be lied to.