Date: 2022-11-27 05:20 pm (UTC)
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[The countless formalities involved with each visit to the manor are always excruciating. They are so involved and take so long, the young Count Kurt Engelstedt always find themself squirming with impatience for them to end. Especially when their honored guest is Lord Corrigan Molloy.

Ever since their father—Gunnar Frederick Engelstedt III, Marquis of Himmel—remarried, he had been inviting many a beautiful honored guest to the manor, instructing his strange son to entertain them however they please. The young Count cannot be sure of their father's motives, but they do as they're told, suffering the company of merchants and viscounts and baronesses and military officials if only to escape their father's sour gaze for the day. Every last man and woman they host is insufferably boring. Beautiful, certainly, but so boring. Yet another chore added to their list of duties.

But not Lord Corrigan Molloy. After each of his visits, Kurt finds themself counting the days until his next, breathless with anticipation to see him again. If they could, they would abandon both name and title just to spend every day in his company, entertaining his every whim. Even now, as the welcoming proceedings start ramping down and the staff disperse to tend to their duties, Kurt can feel Lord Molloy's intense gaze on them, tracing every button and ruffle of their formal suit, knowing it hides the delicate undergarments of a lady. They feel his approval like sparks against their skin, a rush of heat and color flooding pale cheeks, a squeeze of anticipation in their muscles like the ropes he so loves to use.

When their father finally leaves Lord Molloy in their care, Kurt beams as they take him on a tour of the gardens, the polite distance between their bodies shrinking by the minute. By the time they step into the hedge maze, they have taken the Lord's hand in their own, grinning excitedly up at him, their free hand pulling their long hair free of its ribbon.]


Do you like it, My Lord? I've let it grow, j-just as you suggested I should. [They teethe gently at their lip, awaiting his response.] Do I look like a Lady yet?

corry the OG marquis de sade

Date: 2022-11-29 06:21 am (UTC)
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[Kurt doesn’t know what makes them shiver more. The gentle compliment paired with Corrigan’s fingers wrenching their head back is exquisite, praise and pain both making their knees go weak underneath them. They always knew they liked praise, getting so little of it during their childhood that they uncritically bask in every compliment they ever get—though the fact that pain has the same, if not more of an effect on them, is a brand new discovery.

Yet somehow more delicious, more insidiously and devastatingly seductive, is the cruel pet name. The man calls them a whore, and Kurt shudders, greedily arching their body against him, their breeches already getting tight. Like pain, being viciously degraded was never linked with pleasure until Corrigan entered their life. With each visit, the man has carefully increased the intensity of his attentions and demands to the point where the young Count can’t get off anymore unless they’re restrained, struck, and called lower than a common strumpet.

They wonder what their father would say, if he knew. If he could see them like this, breathless and whining with pleasure, grasping Corrigan with both hands as they’re pressed into the maze wall. Never mind that he probably can.]


Y-Yes, My Lord, of course, you’re— you’re right. You called me a wh-whore. [They tremble, flushed bright red with wanting.] Forgive me. I forget m-my place. I merely hope that I finally look the p-part, My Lord, and that it pleases you.