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[kyley_b]

Dude. You so would.

[Kyle pulls back so he can look indignant.]

Uh, right now? You are putty in my hands.

[courtinsession]

Am I? [Corrigan widens his eyes, batting them innocently, doing his best putty impression.] Oh, I see.

And what will you be doing with your absolute mastery of this situation, hm?

[kyley_b]

Yeah, dude.

[Look, it might be sarcastic, but Kyle is still going to accept that as confirmation. He mouths the juncture of Corry's neck and shoulder before he tries to wriggle off his lap.]

I promised you head. God, please don't let the driver slam on the brakes...

[courtinsession]

-- woah, woah, hey, hold on.

[Corry keeps his grip on Kyle firm, not letting him wiggle away.] You don't -- I mean, I don't have anywhere to be. You don't need to rush. You could, uh...come back to my place. If you wanted.

[That's...new. Corrigan never invites anyone back to his place, period.]

[kyley_b]

Oh. You sure?

[He is shocked. While Kyle's shitty apartment has always been open to Corry he realises he's not even sure what part of town Corry lives in.]

I mean. Yeah, yeah that would be cool. I don't have anywhere to be either.

[courtinsession]

Sure I'm sure. Less choking hazard.

[His voice is casual, but his expression is almost embarrassed, shy. His hands slide back up under Kyle's shirt, thumbs absently stroking up and down the notches of his spine.]

You could -- spend the night. If you wanted.

[kyley_b]

Yeah. And I don't wanna like, bite it or something... and then the driver can't hear... yeah, lots of compelling reasons.

[Kyle shivers and presses close, skinny arms around Corry's neck.]

That could be cool.

[courtinsession]

Mmmm-hmm, so many. Countless compelling reasons.

[Especially the not-biting-his-dick reason. That's a great reason. Corry looks very pleased with himself, one hand coming up to smooth Kyle's hair away from his champagne-flushed face.]

Yeah? You think you can handle a whole night with alllll my attention on you?

[kyley_b]

Yeah.

[Kyle might spend most of his time bickering with Corry, but underneath the sexually charged antagonism is a lonely young man who really isn't used to anyone doing anything that could be construed as romantic with him.

He smiles, smitten.]

Yeah, dude. I've got endurance! I've got skills!

[courtinsession]

[Corry is fully aware of this, because he was that lonely young man not too long ago. And it ended poorly, it always does, so he'd always resolved to be kinder, someday. To not get in too deep, to not toy with people's emotions.

Yet here he is.

He pushes the thought away, sliding his hand into Kyle's hair and tugging him down to kiss him, firmly, deeply, lingering.] You sure as hell better. No tapping out. I've got big plans for you, darlin'.

[kyley_b]

[Kyle kisses like he might never get another chance. He's got passion, that much is obvious.]

Yeah? I think you implied your big plan was gonna fuck my face. There's more now?

[courtinsession]

[He does, and it's -- endearing. A lot about Kyle is endearing. And not what Corry had expected. He keeps his hand in Kyle's hair, moving down to nuzzle and kiss down the side of his neck.]

Oh, much more. That's only the appetizer, really.

[kyley_b]

[Kyle sighs, hands mapping the terrain of Corry's back and shoulders. There's a rational part of him warning him not to get carried away, but it's easy to ignore. Especially after three mimosas.

He snickers and rocks his body against Corry's.]

Oh yeah? Good. You make me hungry.

[Pause. Then in case it weren't obvious he adds:]

For sex.

[courtinsession]

[That gets a sudden, genuine laugh from Corry, who tugs at one of Kyle's curls, just the far side of too rough.] God, you're cute.

[The car pulls up at the curb in front of a very fancy hotel -- doorman and valet and everything. Corry kisses the side of Kyle's neck once more, then slides out.] C'mon, think you can walk straight after all those mimosas?

[kyley_b]

[The hair tugging is most appreciated.

Kyle clambers out with his usual lack of grace. He really does look like a baby giraffe 75% of thec time.]

It's the only thing I will do straight.

You live here?

[courtinsession]

[It sure is, Kyle you kinky little guy. Corry definitely motes that reaction for...later.

He nods vaguely, fishing out a key card and setting his free hand on the small of Kyle's back to steer him inside.] When I'm in town, yes.

[kyley_b]

[For a man so quick to judge, Kyle sure is a freak.

The casual touch in public does things to Kyle's heart. He knows better than to get carried away - romance never ends well for him - but knowing doesn't actually prevent it.]

It's nice.

So is the front desk guy gonna judge your taste? Like, "picked a ginger this time?"

[courtinsession]

Mmm, he might just be jealous.

[Indeed, the front desk guy looks woeful and bereft, especially when Corry sails on by and doesn't even acknowledge him. It's mean, but also sort of funny, especially when Corry makes a show of settling his arm around Kyle as they wait for the elevator.]

I like to maintain the mystery a bit.

[kyley_b]

[Kyle is tipsy enough not to argue that he's nothing to be jealous over.

He leans against Corry a little bit.]

Yeah, I've noticed that. I'm the least mysterious person ever, how do I not bore you?

[courtinsession]

[Corry is exactly one inch shorter than Kyle, but when he leans, it's easy to feel taller. And older. He absently pillows his cheek on Kyle's fluffy hair and feels very domestic, in that moment.]

We've established that you have a very inaccurate view of yourself. [Then, after a pause:] You're honest. Not many people in my life are. That alone keeps surprising me.

[kyley_b]

[Kyle's hair smells faintly of the oil he uses in it to keep from frizzing too badly - something he's only learned to do in the past year.

He giggles shrilly.]

Okay, yeah. I am that. I don't see the point in lying when mostly it wastes time. You know how much trouble can be avoided just by being truthful? So much!

You probably just attract fake people because you're a gorgeous rich dude with a nice dick.

[courtinsession]

[It's a nice smell, reminiscent of the product Corry uses too -- though his is something grossly expensive and designer, probably.

He laughs, stepping back into the elevator and tugging Kyle after him, not even waiting until the doors are fully closed before grabbing at his ass again.]

You think I have a nice dick?

[kyley_b]

[Thankfully the elevator is empty. Kyle gets hauled close with no complaint.]

I think you have a beautiful dick. People would write poetry about it if we lived in like... whenever Lord Byron was alive. Dick poetry.

[courtinsession]

[Corry laughs, nuzzling his nose against Kyle's, oddly affectionate. Maybe it's the champagne.]

Dick poetry. Sounds like an unexplored genre. [He leans in to kiss Kyle again, deeper, harder, more teeth. The elevator climbs the floors up and up to the penthouse, but Corry seems thoroughly preoccupied. Hopefully nobody else gets in.]

[kyley_b]

It IS!

[Kyle loops his arms around Corry's neck and kisses him back, moaning lightly into his mouth as he rocks his hips forward.

The elevator dings and the doors slide open. A short guy in an expensive suit takes one look at them and shakes his head before turning away.

Kyle disentangle himself long enough to punch the 'close door' button.]

Oops.