[It's -- okay, yeah, it's pitiful, but it's also really fucking cute. Corry crosses his arms, watching in amusement, lips pressed together to hide his smirk.
At least until Junpei says that. Corrigan’s smile immediately vanishes, expression growing stern. His voice becomes too sharp, sharper than he means:] Hey. Stop that. Look at me.
[Crossing the room in two quick strides, he takes hold of Junpei's shoulders, turning him around -- still careful, still gentle, even though his voice is short and stern.] Is that really what you think of me?
[ It's so hard to be stoic when the truth is you're sad and in pain. Even as Junpei's struggling to keep a stern look on his face, there are hints he's instead trying not to cry. ]
W-well what am I supposed to think? I see you less and less ... the bigger and m-more ...
[ His voice cracks, and that's when he knows he's not going to be able to hold on. The tears come, the dam bursting. ]
[All Corrigan’s sternness melts away at the tears -- seeing Junpei cry is his biggest most blatantly obvious weakness, almost making him cry every single time. It's a physical pain in his chest, intense and wrenching, and he quickly ducks down to meet those big teary eyes.]
God, sweetheart, Junpei, you're perfect. You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in my entire goddamn life and you have been since the day I met you. There's nobody else. Not since that day. There never will be.
[Corrigan falters a little, mouth working helplessly for a moment. Finally he sighs, stepping back and tugging Junpei with him.]
Hey, c’mere, sit down. C'mon. [His voice is soft, drawling,, coaxing them both to sit back on the couch. Once there, he tugs Junpei into his arms, baby belly and all.]
[ As much as he wants to push Corrigan away, he’s so hungry for touch and comfort he instead allows himself to be plopped on the couch beside him. There’s a little shifting as he tries to get comfortable, a task that is more and more challenging lately.
And then, one of the babies kicks him hard enough that it makes him cry out in surprise, hand going to the spot on his belly that he felt it. ]
[Corry goes quiet as his hand is guided to the indignant kicking, as it sort of sinks in for the first time that the creator of said kicking is real. This is all real, whether he's there or not.
His palm slowly smooths back and forth over the taut shape of Junpei's stomach, then he lets out a soft sigh.]
I'm an asshole. But you know that, don't you? [Another slow exhale.] I don't want to fuck this up, babe.
[That gets a startled, bemused chuckle from Corrigan, who keeps stroking his big warm palm over Junpei's stomach, again and again. He's never not horny, and true to his word, there's nobody else he gives a damn about, so his business trips tend to be boring and full of horniness with nowhere to go.]
Yeah? Tell me what you need. [Both hands slide up under the oversized t-shirt, one resting on Junpei's belly while the other slips up to his chest.] Use your words, honey, tell me how to take care of you.
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At least until Junpei says that. Corrigan’s smile immediately vanishes, expression growing stern. His voice becomes too sharp, sharper than he means:] Hey. Stop that. Look at me.
[Crossing the room in two quick strides, he takes hold of Junpei's shoulders, turning him around -- still careful, still gentle, even though his voice is short and stern.] Is that really what you think of me?
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W-well what am I supposed to think? I see you less and less ... the bigger and m-more ...
[ His voice cracks, and that's when he knows he's not going to be able to hold on. The tears come, the dam bursting. ]
... disgusting I get ...
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[All Corrigan’s sternness melts away at the tears -- seeing Junpei cry is his biggest most blatantly obvious weakness, almost making him cry every single time. It's a physical pain in his chest, intense and wrenching, and he quickly ducks down to meet those big teary eyes.]
God, sweetheart, Junpei, you're perfect. You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in my entire goddamn life and you have been since the day I met you. There's nobody else. Not since that day. There never will be.
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[ He’s struggling to speak through his gasping sobs. This boy can cry a whole storm. Whacked out pregnancy hormones help. ]
… th-then why do you leave so much? I feel so huge and helpless, and … and … I miss you! I feel so alone!
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Hey, c’mere, sit down. C'mon. [His voice is soft, drawling,, coaxing them both to sit back on the couch. Once there, he tugs Junpei into his arms, baby belly and all.]
I'm here now. I'm here.
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And then, one of the babies kicks him hard enough that it makes him cry out in surprise, hand going to the spot on his belly that he felt it. ]
… ow …
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Are you -- is something wrong? Are you okay?
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[ He lifts his hand so he can press Corry's against where one of their tiny jerks is just going to town destroying his innards. ]
The problem with twins is there's rarely a time both are asleep. They're hungry and angry about it.
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His palm slowly smooths back and forth over the taut shape of Junpei's stomach, then he lets out a soft sigh.]
I'm an asshole. But you know that, don't you? [Another slow exhale.] I don't want to fuck this up, babe.
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[ Having that hand run over his stomach feels amazing, though. He’s going a little glassy eyed. Corry’s hand is so big and strong …
… and he’s so stupidly horny all the time, anymore. He lets out a little moan. ]
Ah, I … need you …
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Yeah? Tell me what you need. [Both hands slide up under the oversized t-shirt, one resting on Junpei's belly while the other slips up to his chest.] Use your words, honey, tell me how to take care of you.