[Kurt makes a wounded noise at Corrigan’s distressingly accurate words, blushing so bright it hurts, frustrated tears streaking their cheeks. It’s like he’s been there to see every single night of boring, unfulfilling sex they had to put up with, faking their pleasure, making excuses for why Greg couldn’t make them come yet again.
Corrigan knows, and nothing Kurt can say will disprove his words. As they’re pulled bodily towards the bed, stumbling along while pretending to fight him, knowing they’re about to get fucked within an inch of their life almost make the lonely boring nights worth it.]
Sh-Shuddup. He… [they can’t even pretend for a moment that Greg makes them feel good] He doesn’t hurt me. He doesn’t c-call me names. Greg respects me! [They can’t tell which is the bigger lie: Greg respecting them, or that they’re turned off by name-calling and pain.]
[Corrigan doesn't verbally respond, but he does arch both eyebrows as high as they can go, with his most skeptical expression. He knows damn well what that translates to -- Greg treats them like they're fragile, breakable, like something he can put on a shelf when he doesn't want to deal with them anymore.
In all the years he's known Kurt, Corrigan’s never once seen them enjoy being handled with kid gloves. They've always demanded more, harder, faster. They're the strongest, most ferocious person he knows, and they insist on being treated like that.
So he sits on the edge of the bed, tugs Kurt to stand in between his spread legs and looks up at them calmly.] So go. Go find him and tell him all about me. Have me thrown out of here and never worry about being disrespected again. [He releases Kurt's wrists, settles his hands on their hips, starting to ease down their rumpled pants.]
If that's what you really want... [Then he pauses, lifting his chin.] But if you stay, I'm not letting you go again. This is your last chance, baby.
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Corrigan knows, and nothing Kurt can say will disprove his words. As they’re pulled bodily towards the bed, stumbling along while pretending to fight him, knowing they’re about to get fucked within an inch of their life almost make the lonely boring nights worth it.]
Sh-Shuddup. He… [they can’t even pretend for a moment that Greg makes them feel good] He doesn’t hurt me. He doesn’t c-call me names. Greg respects me! [They can’t tell which is the bigger lie: Greg respecting them, or that they’re turned off by name-calling and pain.]
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In all the years he's known Kurt, Corrigan’s never once seen them enjoy being handled with kid gloves. They've always demanded more, harder, faster. They're the strongest, most ferocious person he knows, and they insist on being treated like that.
So he sits on the edge of the bed, tugs Kurt to stand in between his spread legs and looks up at them calmly.] So go. Go find him and tell him all about me. Have me thrown out of here and never worry about being disrespected again. [He releases Kurt's wrists, settles his hands on their hips, starting to ease down their rumpled pants.]
If that's what you really want... [Then he pauses, lifting his chin.] But if you stay, I'm not letting you go again. This is your last chance, baby.