[Kurt goes stiff with confusion and fear, nearly tripping over his own feet as Corrigan pushes him towards the door. For a blindly terrified moment, he doesn’t know what to do. He’s all but naked, clutching clothes he’s not allowed to wear nor keep tightly to his chest, feeling the suit jacket parting around him as they walk. What if there are families out there? What if Corrigan has an entourage the way Caesar does, and they’re all waiting outside?
They’re all going to see, every inch of him naked and covered in sweat, flecks of his own drying spend spattered all down his legs. They’re all going to know his shame, every last one of them, they’ll all—
The door to the motel room opens, and Kurt stumbles out into the parking lot, Corrigan’s suit jacket wrapped tightly around his slight frame. A ratty pair of jeans and a plain white tee lies abandoned in a heap on the floor inside, inches away from the door. The young man doesn’t say anything, doesn’t look up, staring at his bare feet against the pavement as he walks where his owner leads him, the enormous suit jacket held securely shut by trembling hands.]
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Date: 2022-10-08 11:13 pm (UTC)They’re all going to see, every inch of him naked and covered in sweat, flecks of his own drying spend spattered all down his legs. They’re all going to know his shame, every last one of them, they’ll all—
The door to the motel room opens, and Kurt stumbles out into the parking lot, Corrigan’s suit jacket wrapped tightly around his slight frame. A ratty pair of jeans and a plain white tee lies abandoned in a heap on the floor inside, inches away from the door. The young man doesn’t say anything, doesn’t look up, staring at his bare feet against the pavement as he walks where his owner leads him, the enormous suit jacket held securely shut by trembling hands.]