[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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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.