[The young man is left shuddering and breathless in the wake of Corrigan’s touch, completely reeling with sensation. This doesn’t happen. Usually the loss of touch is a good thing, a moment of relief, respite before the sore muscles and crushing shame sets in. Losing Corrigan’s touch feels like torture. He can’t understand why.
The jacket draped over his shoulders is another surprise—a shock, more like it, he’d halfway expected Corrigan to make good on his words and bend him over any minute now—but one he clings to with both hands. He wraps the jacket tightly around himself, hiding his nudity, stunned into complete silence for a moment.
Then he slowly moves to obey, clumsily gathering his clothes in his arms. It’s all Caesar let him keep. He had nothing from home worth bringing either, aside from his ID cards and birth certificate—kept in a manila envelope which Corrigan should now be in possession of.] Um… C-Can I get dressed first? [The thought of leaving the motel room dressed only in his owner’s jacket makes Kurt sick with nerves.]
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Date: 2022-10-08 05:20 pm (UTC)The jacket draped over his shoulders is another surprise—a shock, more like it, he’d halfway expected Corrigan to make good on his words and bend him over any minute now—but one he clings to with both hands. He wraps the jacket tightly around himself, hiding his nudity, stunned into complete silence for a moment.
Then he slowly moves to obey, clumsily gathering his clothes in his arms. It’s all Caesar let him keep. He had nothing from home worth bringing either, aside from his ID cards and birth certificate—kept in a manila envelope which Corrigan should now be in possession of.] Um… C-Can I get dressed first? [The thought of leaving the motel room dressed only in his owner’s jacket makes Kurt sick with nerves.]