[At that little bit of defiance, that spark of indignation, Corrigan’s expression goes from suave, cocky bastard to something more genuine. There's almost -- pride in his face now.]
There's that fire. I like you sweet, but I like you better when you bite back.
[Then Junpei asks that question, and Corrigan’s expression darkens as well. His hands move, one remaining pressed firmly to the small of Junpei's back, while the other moves up to grasp his chin, tilting his face upwards.]
None of that. Put that out of your mind right this second, understand me? I'm here because I want you. Not as a substitute or a replacement or anything like that.
[ Junpei is genuinely surprised when his defiance brings praise, but also grateful the situation was diffused even somewhat.
I want you. It shouldn't be so easy to make his heart flutter again. Especially after that intense moment just seconds ago when he was honestly a little frightened for his safety. ]
If that's true, if I ... have some value to you, then I hope we're going to go somewhere else.
[ With his hoodie lifted even slightly there is bare skin rubbing up against the bark of the tree and it's already irritating him.
Impulsiveness may be a little exciting, but he still feels like he'd have some regrets if he just let Corrigan do him wherever he pleased. ]
You're damn right we are. [Corrigan glances around the park with a disdainful look, then tugs Junpei away from the tree, arm sliding around his waist to keep him close and guide him forward.] I left my park hookup days far in the past. Too risky, too itchy. Sunburns.
[The arm is firm, possessive, steering Junpei towards a dark car with tinted windows, expensive and sleek. Corry definitely dresses and carries himself like someone wealthy, but this confirms it, especially when they get into the spacious backseat and there's a divided separating them from the driver. And a mini fridge. There's a goddamn mini fridge.]
[ Junpei is a child of a single mother - they weren't poor, but they most certainly weren't rich either. She'd never even owned a car, such a thing not being especially practical in Tokyo. The amount of wealth on display has him speechless, eyes widening as he slides into the vehicle. Once he's in he has his hands in his lap primly. He may be turned on and not a total pushover, but there are still hurdles to be surmounted when it comes to intimacy. He's not yet comfortable enough to just drape himself confidently on the other once he joins him in the car.
He gazes out the window at the park they're about to leave, quietly hoping he truly isn't making a very dangerous mistake out of his desperation for a connection.
After a minute he'll flick his eyes over to Corrigan again. ]
All of this ... I do feel a little unsure why I'm the one sitting here and not some ... model or something.
Mmm, there are only so many conversations I can have about the inherent inequality in the fashion industry before I get a bit burned out. [Corrigan says this casually as the car begins to move and he rummages through the fridge, producing a couple beers and sodas.] Here, drink something.
[Settling back in the seat, Corry reaches out to tug Junpei closer, like it's the most natural thing in the world, arm settling around his waist again.] Unless, of course, you're trying to imply that you're somehow inferior to a model.
[ Taking one of the sodas, Junpei pops the cap and takes a small sip. He doesn't have any desire to try beer, not wanting to turn into the kind of sloppy, overly loud drunk his mother does when she indulges. He loves her dearly, but her most annoying qualities seem to be increased tenfold when she's inebriated. Not to mention he's almost certain he'd hate the taste.
He doesn't fight being brought closer, settling in and allowing himself to get comfortable in spite of the lingering anxiety over what he's doing still running in the background of his body language. ]
Well, that goes without saying, doesn't it? Models are models for a reason. They're more attractive than the average person. Not that I care about being good looking ... but that's just how society's value system works.
Mmm, you aren't wrong. [Corrigan’s selected one of the beers, his body language calm and relaxed, palm finding its way back under Junpei's shirt and resting warm and firm against his bare skin.] Hence why I prefer to keep company with others.
But that doesn't mean I do things out of pity, or that I force myself to give attention when it's not deserved. [His thumb finds the jut of Junpei's hip bone, stroking up and down the curve of it.] If someone's sitting in this car, with me, I want them to be there. Full stop.
[ Oh, the way that touch specifically on his hip bone makes him sit straight up reflexively, a jolt of electricity running up his spine. He almost lets the bottle of soda slip from his fingers, but thankfully realizes what's happening before a spill occurs.
It's a bit embarrassing to lose his cool that way, even if he knows very well what he's agreed to by getting into the car. Corrigan didn't pick him up just to have a chat about society. This was about sex. They're going to have sex.
It still makes Junpei's head swim. What had he gotten himself into? Was he even close to being ready to handle this? ]
And I'm only in this car because I want to be.
[ Awkwardly, he sets one hand on Corrigan's leg, unsure fingers stroking along the length of it. ]
[There's a brief, bemused smile, but Corrigan doesn't patronize -- for once. It'd be different if this weren't the first time, if there was a dynamic built up over multiple interactions, multiple evenings of bickering. But whether or not there are feelings involved, Junpei is going to remember this night forever. Even an arrogant bastard like Corry recognizes the gravitas of that.
So he reaches out and gently takes the soda, settling it in the cup holder so he can pull Junpei into his lap. No use chit-chatting, not when he's been so patient. Corrigan’s big hands settle on the young man’s hips, keeping him in place, straddling the older man's lap and facing him.] I think you'd better tell me what else you want. Exactly what you want.
[He has some assumptions about how the night will go, but Junpei could secretly be a top and surprise him.]
[ The forwardness is necessary and adding to Junpei feeling drawn to Corrigan. While he’d say he abhors arrogance, there’s no denying confidence is sexy, especially to someone as lacking in it as Junpei. In his new position seated in the older man’s lap it’ll become very clear the teen is still aroused.
The question puts him on the spot. He swallows nervously, thinking back to those times he’d sought put pornography and the type he chose. It was most frequently big, muscular men dominating smaller ones. Just pounding away at them mercilessly, their difference in size and stature stark. Junpei would be embarrassed of his preferences when his head was clear after - something so basic, so shallow. ]
Ah ... I ... want you inside of me. Filling me.
[ Even now it sounds so boring, doesn’t it? He looks away, shy again. It’s so obvious he’s inexperienced, what kind of answer was that? ]
[Corrigan smiles, a slow, predatory smile. A nice man doesn't do things like pick up teenagers in park and take them somewhere to fuck them senseless. A nice man doesn't flirt with said teenagers in seedy clubs either. It goes without saying that Corrigan is not a nice man.
But he's careful, all the same. He's using Junpei as much as he's being used, for sex, for pleasure. But Corrigan is a businessman and he's always angling for the best deal. A long-term investment is always preferable to a one-time thing.
So he settles back against the smooth, plush seat, spreads his hands out on Junpei's hips, almost able to reach all the way around his waist.] Yeah? Like this, you in my lap? Or do you want to be on your back, me on top? Or hands and knees, arching your back for me?
[He leans up, smelling of cloves and expensive cologne, grazes his lips over the pulse pounding in the boy's throat.] I think you'd look good on your knees.
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There's that fire. I like you sweet, but I like you better when you bite back.
[Then Junpei asks that question, and Corrigan’s expression darkens as well. His hands move, one remaining pressed firmly to the small of Junpei's back, while the other moves up to grasp his chin, tilting his face upwards.]
None of that. Put that out of your mind right this second, understand me? I'm here because I want you. Not as a substitute or a replacement or anything like that.
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I want you. It shouldn't be so easy to make his heart flutter again. Especially after that intense moment just seconds ago when he was honestly a little frightened for his safety. ]
If that's true, if I ... have some value to you, then I hope we're going to go somewhere else.
[ With his hoodie lifted even slightly there is bare skin rubbing up against the bark of the tree and it's already irritating him.
Impulsiveness may be a little exciting, but he still feels like he'd have some regrets if he just let Corrigan do him wherever he pleased. ]
Somewhere with an actual bed.
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[The arm is firm, possessive, steering Junpei towards a dark car with tinted windows, expensive and sleek. Corry definitely dresses and carries himself like someone wealthy, but this confirms it, especially when they get into the spacious backseat and there's a divided separating them from the driver. And a mini fridge. There's a goddamn mini fridge.]
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He gazes out the window at the park they're about to leave, quietly hoping he truly isn't making a very dangerous mistake out of his desperation for a connection.
After a minute he'll flick his eyes over to Corrigan again. ]
All of this ... I do feel a little unsure why I'm the one sitting here and not some ... model or something.
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[Settling back in the seat, Corry reaches out to tug Junpei closer, like it's the most natural thing in the world, arm settling around his waist again.] Unless, of course, you're trying to imply that you're somehow inferior to a model.
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He doesn't fight being brought closer, settling in and allowing himself to get comfortable in spite of the lingering anxiety over what he's doing still running in the background of his body language. ]
Well, that goes without saying, doesn't it? Models are models for a reason. They're more attractive than the average person. Not that I care about being good looking ... but that's just how society's value system works.
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But that doesn't mean I do things out of pity, or that I force myself to give attention when it's not deserved. [His thumb finds the jut of Junpei's hip bone, stroking up and down the curve of it.] If someone's sitting in this car, with me, I want them to be there. Full stop.
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It's a bit embarrassing to lose his cool that way, even if he knows very well what he's agreed to by getting into the car. Corrigan didn't pick him up just to have a chat about society. This was about sex. They're going to have sex.
It still makes Junpei's head swim. What had he gotten himself into? Was he even close to being ready to handle this? ]
And I'm only in this car because I want to be.
[ Awkwardly, he sets one hand on Corrigan's leg, unsure fingers stroking along the length of it. ]
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So he reaches out and gently takes the soda, settling it in the cup holder so he can pull Junpei into his lap. No use chit-chatting, not when he's been so patient. Corrigan’s big hands settle on the young man’s hips, keeping him in place, straddling the older man's lap and facing him.] I think you'd better tell me what else you want. Exactly what you want.
[He has some assumptions about how the night will go, but Junpei could secretly be a top and surprise him.]
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The question puts him on the spot. He swallows nervously, thinking back to those times he’d sought put pornography and the type he chose. It was most frequently big, muscular men dominating smaller ones. Just pounding away at them mercilessly, their difference in size and stature stark. Junpei would be embarrassed of his preferences when his head was clear after - something so basic, so shallow. ]
Ah ... I ... want you inside of me. Filling me.
[ Even now it sounds so boring, doesn’t it? He looks away, shy again. It’s so obvious he’s inexperienced, what kind of answer was that? ]
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But he's careful, all the same. He's using Junpei as much as he's being used, for sex, for pleasure. But Corrigan is a businessman and he's always angling for the best deal. A long-term investment is always preferable to a one-time thing.
So he settles back against the smooth, plush seat, spreads his hands out on Junpei's hips, almost able to reach all the way around his waist.] Yeah? Like this, you in my lap? Or do you want to be on your back, me on top? Or hands and knees, arching your back for me?
[He leans up, smelling of cloves and expensive cologne, grazes his lips over the pulse pounding in the boy's throat.] I think you'd look good on your knees.