[It's amazing how he does it, stepping into the room right on time, towel in hand, wrapping him all up in it as soon as he rises to stand. For being so intimidating and morally reprehensible, Corrigan sure is doing all the right things to win Kurt's trust. The big gentle hands, the soft kiss, the petname... Kurt knows he should hate this, should be frightened and repulsed by all the attention, but the shameful part of him hidden so deep inside—the one that's slowly rising to the surface the longer he spends with the man—so badly craves it.
Kurt hasn't known much affection in his life. Certainly nothing as tender as this. It's no wonder he unconsciously leans into Corrigan's frame, seeking his warmth, closing his eyes at the sweet kiss.]
Y-Yes, sir. Thank you. I mean it, it r-really... a-all of this, I... [Look at him. Jerk him off and give him a hot bath, and that's enough to reduce Kurt to tears, his throat closing up around the words, eyes burning. He ducks his head, shivering, towel-clad shoulders shaking as he tries to choke down the sobs. It's pitiful. Disgraceful. Shameful.] S-Sorry, sir, I— I don't mean to...
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Kurt hasn't known much affection in his life. Certainly nothing as tender as this. It's no wonder he unconsciously leans into Corrigan's frame, seeking his warmth, closing his eyes at the sweet kiss.]
Y-Yes, sir. Thank you. I mean it, it r-really... a-all of this, I... [Look at him. Jerk him off and give him a hot bath, and that's enough to reduce Kurt to tears, his throat closing up around the words, eyes burning. He ducks his head, shivering, towel-clad shoulders shaking as he tries to choke down the sobs. It's pitiful. Disgraceful. Shameful.] S-Sorry, sir, I— I don't mean to...