[Of course he knows. Corrigan knows damn well that the Marquis Engelstedt overhears and glimpses and burns with shame and frustration at the myriad ways Lord Molloy defiles his heir. Then he returns to his cold marriage bed and knows in his soul that he'll never, never approach even a fraction of the bliss Corrigan can gift Kurt with a single touch.
Putting all those thoughts aside, Lord Molloy smiles indulgently down at the youth, at their bright eyes and trembling form and eager, hopeful smile. The hand in their hair softens as he tugs them a bit closer, leaning down to press his lips to their forehead.] Yes, much better, my pet. You look very pretty.
[Twining a strand of hair around a finger, Corrigan arches both eyebrows expectantly.] I wonder, though, if you followed my other instructions. About your undergarments, hm? [A slow, almost feline smile crosses his face.] I think it best you show me how well you obeyed me. Right here. Right now.
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Date: 2022-11-30 06:48 am (UTC)Putting all those thoughts aside, Lord Molloy smiles indulgently down at the youth, at their bright eyes and trembling form and eager, hopeful smile. The hand in their hair softens as he tugs them a bit closer, leaning down to press his lips to their forehead.] Yes, much better, my pet. You look very pretty.
[Twining a strand of hair around a finger, Corrigan arches both eyebrows expectantly.] I wonder, though, if you followed my other instructions. About your undergarments, hm? [A slow, almost feline smile crosses his face.] I think it best you show me how well you obeyed me. Right here. Right now.