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[courtinsession]

[Corrigan smiles, lifting Kyle's gand to his lips, old-fashioned gentleman style.]

I like that you're a brat. I like that you don't let anyone tell you what to do. I like that you're loud and opinionated and feisty. And I really...really like your ass. Win-win-win all the way around.

[kyley_b]

[Kyle tells himself that he absolutely will not swoon, and fails a nanosecond later. Emotionally, anyway - physically he manages to stay upright.]

You can have use of it again. If you want to.

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Yeah? [Corry’s expression stays soft, sweet, except whenever another alpha comes too close. Then he blatantly glares at them until they leave.]

Wouldn't mind getting you in an actual bed. That could be fun.

[kyley_b]

Yeah.

Hate to disappoint you, but I won't be in heat this time. I'm back on suppressants.

But I do own a bed.

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Doesn't matter. [Corrigan leans in, hand running up Kyle's thigh again.] I can still get you wet for me, I'll bet.

[kyley_b]

[SCARLET! FACE! But he smiles and looks down at that hand.]

You can try.

Look. Uhm. You wanna like... get outta here?

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Cocky brat. You're forgetting how damn good you smell when you're turned on. I can tell you want me as bad as I want you.

[He squeezes Kyle's thigh, then stands.] You got a car?

[kyley_b]

Oh.

[He looks at his hands briefly, then back in Corrigan's eyes.]

I took the bus. In case I got drunk. I could, uh. Get us a cab...?

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I got a car. [He says it smoothly, not lingering, just matter-of-fact. One hand finds the back of Kyle's neck, strokes up and down his spine.]

You good taking mine? [Listen, he doesn't want it to seem like he's trying to act like some pushy macho alpha. They're defying stereotypes here, damn it.]

[kyley_b]

Yes, that's fine. [Kyle does his level best to sound confident and not at all like he's weak kneed and half hard in his pants. He can't help but lean back a little into the touch before he gets off of his seat.]

I can give you directions to my place.

It's not much.

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You're in it. That's my main priority. [Corrigan’s hand reaches out, settles at the small of Kyle's back, one more sign to anyone watching -- mine, this one's mine.

The car is a town car, sleek and black with a chauffeur. Corry opens the door, guides Kyle to step in. It’s not quite a limo, but its close.]

[kyley_b]

[Kyle didn't even take a car this fancy to his prom, or to his graduations. It makes him feel like a country bumpkin, but also a little bit like the star of some Pretty Woman situation.

He tells the driver his address, then settles back into the car seat. It's not a long ride, and he spends most of it shyly touching Corrigan's knees and thighs.]

This is really fancy.

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[Part of Corrigan just wants to pounce on Kyle right then and there, but while semi-public sex was cool in a fetish club, the back of a car is probably bad manners. He keeps his arm stretched across the back of Kyle's seat, fingers toying with the hair at the nape of his neck.]

I'm a man of exquisite tastes, what can I say? I enjoy the finer things in life.

[kyley_b]

[Every so often Corrigan's fingers make Kyle shiver, and there's nothing he can do about it.]

Oh boy, then you're really in for a treat.

[He manages to hold himself together until they arrive at his apartment building. Kyle spends the walk up to the fifth floor keenly aware that Corrigan is behind him, looking at his ass and hearing him try not to get out of breath, and by the time he's fitting his key in the lock his hands are trembling a little with nerves.

He gets the door open and ushers Corrigan in, marveling at how out of place this gorgeous man looks in his studio flat, which is clean but clearly old and approximately the size of a postage stamp.]

So. Uh. This is my place. Uhm. With... All my plants...

[There are indeed lots of plants.

Kyle backs toward his bed, which is tucked behind a low bookshelf.]

The, uhm. Most interesting feature is over here, though.

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[The climb up the stairs is normally something Corry would've bitched about, but considering he got to look at Kyle's ass the whole time, he doesn't complain. He gives the studio a thoughtful nod, noting that it's clean, organized -- cozy. Way more than he'd had at Kyle's age.

The plants get a bemused smile, then Corry reaches out, hooks his fingers into Kyle's belt loops and tugs him close.] Most interesting feature's right here, if you ask me. [He grins wolfishly, hands cradling Kyle's face to kiss him, slow and dirty.]

[kyley_b]

[Kyle sighs as he's kissed, arms going up immediately to wrap around Corry's neck. He presses against him easily, his body eager to be enfolded into Corry's embrace. His mouth is pliant, his tongue eager.]

Mmm. Thanks.

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[Corry takes full advantage of that, hands sliding around to Kyle's hips (and yes, his ass, shhh) and tugging him flush against his own body. There's a note of that demanding, bossy alpha energy present, but his voice is soft when he pulls away to breathe:] Forgive me for disappearing?

[kyley_b]

Yeah, yeah of course. [He is so easily soothed provided that Corry is right in front of him. He is far too preoccupied with the other man's scent to even think of holding a grudge. Corry makes his brain melt.]

Forgive me for being crabby?

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I like that you bite back. [Corry nips hard at Kyle's lower lip, grabbing at his ass to pull him closer.] Might be my second-favorite thing about you.

[kyley_b]

What's your first favourite?

[Kyle presses himself tight to Corry's body and rocks his hips very deliberately.]

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Take a wild guess. [This is said as Corrigan grips hard at Kyle's ass, grinding forward. His voice goes lower, hungry.] How do you want it, this time?

[kyley_b]

[The sigh that escapes his throat is strangled, involuntary.]

Can I see your face? I'd really, really like to see your face.

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[That's -- actually incredibly sweet, enough so that Corry is taken aback for a moment, blinking. Then he smiles, a softer, genuine one, hand coming up to cradle the side of Kyle's face.]

Yeah, babe, of course. You wanna be on your back or wanna ride me?

[kyley_b]

[Kyle is, at heart, a romantic.]

Back. I'm, uh. Scared I'll chicken out on top. You're kinda... you know. Big.

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Am I? [Corry has that smug, cheeky look on his face again, hands sliding up under Kyle's shirt.] Elaborate on that.