There they are. Freyja and Kurt, bleeding together into one needy, shuddering, breathless mess in his lap, eyes hazy, lips full and kiss-swollen, tears welling in their bright, hungry eyes. Corrigan leans up, kisses down the bared line of their neck, teasing his teeth against their pulse. The first mark he's ever left on them -- at least physically.
"That's my baby," he murmurs, loosening his grip slightly on their hair, cradling their body against his. "That's my needy little slut. How could I ever say no to you?" He's being much more indulgent than normal, but it's their first time physically together. Corrigan figures he can be a liiiitttle lenient.
Another issue over their racing pulse, then he turns, depositing them in a heap on the bed. "Undress, princess," he commands, squeezing at their thighs. "Hands and knees for Daddy. I wanna see how you taste."
Oh, hearing him say it right into their ear is so much better than reading his words on a screen, than hearing them murmured through tinny laptop speakers. When he calls them baby, when he calls them his needy little slut, shocks of pleasure shoot down their spine, making their toes curl in their pumps. There's none of the fear or apprehension they'd imagined, the embarrassment of being chastized and punished in real life only making them want him more.
"Y-Yes, Daddy," they whine, quietly sulking as they're dumped onto the bed, losing physical contact with him. So they hurry to do what he says, eager to feel his hands on them again, the press of his body to theirs, his mouth... Shivering, they unbutton the blouse and shuck off their slacks, kicking each garment off the bed one by one as they shed them. Finally free of their stupid business casual interview attire, Kurt looks like themself again, naked and flushed and freckled, so hard between their legs, exactly how Molloy knows them.
Panting, they scramble into place as told, hands and knees in the center of the bed, presenting for Daddy—and the rest of Los Angeles, if anyone knows to look, their form entirely visible through the glass wall. It doesn't deter them. Kurt is a natural at this, spreading their legs and arching their back so deep, their shuddering spine curving attractively for Molloy. For Daddy. "P-Please..."
It's sort of amusing how heedless Kurt is of their clothes -- usually undressing is part of the show, another chance to tease and entice the viewers with each removal, each unzipping or untying or unbuttoning. But clearly they're too impatient for any of that, breathless and trembling and naked in front of him within moments.
Despite his own impatience, Corrigan has to take the time to savor this moment, the first time his hands slide up their freckled thighs, nudging them apart a bit more, the first time he squeezes possessively at their perfect upturned ass, the first time he sets a hand between their shoulders and presses down, guiding them to arch their back and lift their hips higher. "There you go, so pretty for me, baby," he murmurs, climbing onto the bed and grabbing their ass again.
They're soft and quivering and perfectly compliant, begging him so sweetly, and Corrigan easily manhandles them back into his lap, their thighs spread, hips lifted so high their knees are barely touching the bed. It's an undignified, exposed, helpless position, one where Kurt's entirely at Corrigan’s mercy. All they can really do is squirm and make more of those pretty noises as he slowly, luxuriously, slides the flat of his tongue over their hole.
Feeling his hands on them after all this time is beyond anything Kurt could have possibly imagined. It’s not like they don’t sleep around. They hook up with randoms and workers at the Hotel all the time, they’re not what you could call touch-starved or anything.
But the hands running up their thighs and squeezing their ass and manipulating them into position belong to him. To the man who’s haunted their dreams for months, who’s captivated them completely without ever getting near them. It’s no wonder they’re so reactive to his touch. It’s his hands that make them shiver, it’s his silky praise that makes them whine, it’s his tongue sliding so slowly over their hole that lures a hungry cry from their lips.
And they get to have this every day from now on. Kurt can’t believe how lucky they are. "Yes! Yes, oh Daddy, that feels so good," they moan, fingers curling into the luxurious bedsheets, thighs already quivering both from pleasure and the punishing position they’re made to hold.
Whoever said 'never meet your heroes' didn’t know what they were talking about. Kurt just hopes this is as exhilarating for Molloy as it is for them.
Corrigan wonders momentarily if the penthouse suite is soundproof -- and immediately follows that by hoping it isn't. He doesn't really care who Kurt flirts with or even sleeps with -- its a job and a hobby for them, one he isn't about to suddenly demand they give up. But he wants the whole Hotel to know that he's the one who makes them moan like this. He wants everyone to hear how mindless with pleasure they get under his touch.
So he stays focused, eating Kurt out with slow, focused drags of his tongue, enjoying how they shiver and squirm as he works them open gradually, taking his time. He only stops when he can feel their thighs shaking, when their whining, gasping sounds take on a desperate pitch. Then he pulls back, panting, working two fingers inside their ass and pumping them slowly.
"Gonna come for me?" he purrs, free hand sliding over their cock for the first time, an almost gentle caress. "C'mon, I wanna watch you, wanna see you come on my fingers, my tongue in you. You have permission..." Then Corrigan pauses, before diving back in to licking and sucking around his fingers, to add: "...this time."
They're sure half the staff knows already. After Ginger started spamming the group chat—their phone is still whirring within the pile of clothes abandoned on the floor—they wouldn't be surprised if a bunch of them have already piled up on the other side of the locked door, listening intently to the bratty Princess Freyja getting nasty with their new boss.
Let them hear. Let them hear how good Molloy makes them feel, how his tongue alone has them gasping and whining for more, squirming in his grasp. When he finally permits them to come—this time, he teases, just like he does online, edging them until they cry—Kurt is beside themself with need, rocking helplessly into the fingers toying with their leaking cock, bucking into his hand.
"Thank you, D-Daddy, thank you—! Ah, hah, y-yes—!" He's barely even been inside them yet, barely even touched them, but the first time Corrigan Molloy makes them come is the most dizzying pleasure of their life. They make a mess of themself, of Molloy's hand, Molloy's lap, clenching around his fingers and tongue with a keening moan.
The one thing Corrigan did keep track of on the tour -- in between mentally undressing Kurt and daydreaming about pinning them against the wall -- was the laundry room. So he knows there's a place for those nice silky blankets to be thoroughly cleaned, and no reason at all to worry about making a mess of them.
So he takes his time working Kurt through that first pleasurable peak, never slowing or stopping the movements of his fingers inside them, his hand around their cock, his tongue sliding messy and slick around and between the scissoring digits. Even when they're twitching with overstimulation, when the moans are laced with pleading desperation, he doesn't stop.
Corrigan just reaches around, sliding his come-covered fingers into Kurt's moaning mouth, prompting them to clean him up. "You can tap out if it's too much," he teases, adding a third finger inside them, focusing his attention on that oversensitive spot, enjoying how their thighs shake uncontrollably at the intense stimulation. "I know it's much more than you're used to. It's fine if you can't take it."
He's deliberately goading them on, knowing their stubborn pride won't let them give up, not now. Even when their body starts screaming for it, for just a moment of rest, to catch their breath, to recover. Corrigan has no intention of giving that without them pleading for it.
The thing is, he's right. This is much more than they're used to. Sure, they can ride their toys or sit on a magic wand until they're blue in the face, but at least then they are in control. At any time, Kurt can stop what they're doing, in complete control of their own pleasure. Even when the viewers—namely Southcalman—would order them to keep going, that feeling of pushing the wailing streamer past their breaking point was always just an illusion Kurt would grant them. Always in control.
But they're decidedly not in control now. It's always different when another person gets involved, sure, but none of their other conquests ever pushed and pushed and pushed the way Molloy does. Kurt goes from gasping to moaning to whimpering within minutes, every breath sharp and tinged with desperation, their fingers clenching so hard into the sheets they might just rip. He doesn't even let them come down from that high, just pushes them further and further into overstimulated bliss.
They don't stop him from pushing his fingers into their mouth, instead hungrily sucking down their own spend, moaning loudly at the taste of themself, the humiliation of being degraded like this. It feels so good, even as Molloy punishes their hole with his fingers, pushing against that spot again and again until they see stars. It's almost too much of a good thing.
Almost. Because Molloy is right once again. They're way too stubborn to beg him to stop. Freyja once did a four hour Sybian marathon, for fuck's sake. No way is a man—the most magnetic, captivating, irresistible man they've ever met, with the most sinful tongue and talented fingers—going to break them. "N-No, I— hah—! I can take it, D-Daddy!" they whine around his fingers, words slurring, adamant even as their hips jerk and stutter against his hand, as their spent cock twitches helplessly between their quivering legs.
"If you say so, princess," Corrigan murmurs, stroking the pads of his fingers against their tongue, a mirror of the fingers plunged to the knuckle inside their hole, quick intent strokes that have Kurt's legs quivering wildly, uncontrollably. He torments them for a little more, then slowly stops, an apparent show of mercy, giving them a few moments to pant against the blankets. He even eases them to lie on their back, less friction against their oversensitive cock.
That way they can watch him undress, a slow, careful process, unbuttoning his shirt, his slacks, pushing them off onto the ground to be dealt with later. He holds onto his loose tie, though, climbing onto the bed and neatly looping the fabric around Kurt's wrists, tying them together and pushing them up above their head. "Hold it there," he commands simply, knowing that they'll obey. Or -- well, they'll try.
Because the next thing Corrigan does is slide back down the bed, hook those long, trembling legs over his shoulders and take their cock in his mouth, swallowing them down easily, one hand pressing firmly on their stomach so they can't squirm away. He doesn't waste a moment, doesn't build back up to the torturous, intense feeling, just immediately starts pushing Kurt back towards that peak they only just left, tongue curling around their spent length and coaxing it into hardness again.
Kurt lets him tie their hands together without protest, the restraints coming as naturally as anything. They're still reeling from his drawn-out torturous tonguing, still awed by the beauty of the man undressing before them, his gorgeous body revealed inch by inch. They idly wonder if Molloy feels as dizzy and awed as they do now, when he watches them undress on stream. It's a goddamn religious experience.
So is that mouth, hot and wet and sinful as it descends on their cock, luring a shrill cry from the bound streamer. They can't even squirm away or buck up against him, those big hands holding them firmly in place. All they can do is lay there and take it as he sucks them off, already getting hard again against his tongue.
"S-Sir! Daddy, please, pleasepleasepleeease!" they cry, toes curling against his back, hips fruitlessly rocking up into his face. Kurt completely forgets they're supposed to keep their bound hands above their head, too caught up in all the too-much too-fast too-good to think, and reaches down to tangle their twitching fingers in his hair.
So disobedient, already, tsk tsk. Corrigan let's it go -- for the moment -- too caught up in the way Kurt tastes, the snag of their delicate fingers in his hair, the way their cock twitches and fills against his tongue. He swallows around them, pulls back, teasing the leaking head with the tip of his tongue. His eyes are dark, pupils blown wide, curls loose and messy around Kurt's fingers as he looks up.
"Your choice," he manages, hand coming up to pump slowly at Kurt's cock. "Come in my mouth or come from me inside you." His mouth is slick, wet, grinning. "Either way, last time you're allowed. After that, you don't come til I do. Understand?" Corrigan turns, presses his lips at the shivering inside of Kurt's thigh, knowing that either way is torturous -- either a quick release now, followed by having to hold back for god knows how long, or vice-versa.
"Last t-time?" Now that's just unfair. That's just a crying shame. The first time Kurt meets the man who's captivated their thoughts for months on end, the only viewer they let get away with anything, and he's already testing their limits right to the breaking point, just like he does on stream.
It's the hottest fucking thing they've ever experienced.
Kurt knows what the right answer is, of course, but they're sorely tempted to take the easy way out and come down his throat right now. His mouth is sinfully good, teasing them perfectly, that tongue driving them out of their mind. And the worst part is that he knows it. He grins up at them, even as he's slick with them, teasing the head of their cock with slow passes of his wicked tongue, like he's enjoying some candy.
Tightening their fingers in his hair, hands still bound by his expertly tied tie, Kurt whines before making a choice they're sure they'll regret in about a minute's time: "I— I wanna come from you inside me, D-Daddy," they say, blushing scarlet. "Please, Daddy, l-let me come on your cock."
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Date: 2023-04-02 03:01 am (UTC)"That's my baby," he murmurs, loosening his grip slightly on their hair, cradling their body against his. "That's my needy little slut. How could I ever say no to you?" He's being much more indulgent than normal, but it's their first time physically together. Corrigan figures he can be a liiiitttle lenient.
Another issue over their racing pulse, then he turns, depositing them in a heap on the bed. "Undress, princess," he commands, squeezing at their thighs. "Hands and knees for Daddy. I wanna see how you taste."
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Date: 2023-04-02 02:37 pm (UTC)"Y-Yes, Daddy," they whine, quietly sulking as they're dumped onto the bed, losing physical contact with him. So they hurry to do what he says, eager to feel his hands on them again, the press of his body to theirs, his mouth... Shivering, they unbutton the blouse and shuck off their slacks, kicking each garment off the bed one by one as they shed them. Finally free of their stupid business casual interview attire, Kurt looks like themself again, naked and flushed and freckled, so hard between their legs, exactly how Molloy knows them.
Panting, they scramble into place as told, hands and knees in the center of the bed, presenting for Daddy—and the rest of Los Angeles, if anyone knows to look, their form entirely visible through the glass wall. It doesn't deter them. Kurt is a natural at this, spreading their legs and arching their back so deep, their shuddering spine curving attractively for Molloy. For Daddy. "P-Please..."
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Date: 2023-04-02 11:42 pm (UTC)Despite his own impatience, Corrigan has to take the time to savor this moment, the first time his hands slide up their freckled thighs, nudging them apart a bit more, the first time he squeezes possessively at their perfect upturned ass, the first time he sets a hand between their shoulders and presses down, guiding them to arch their back and lift their hips higher. "There you go, so pretty for me, baby," he murmurs, climbing onto the bed and grabbing their ass again.
They're soft and quivering and perfectly compliant, begging him so sweetly, and Corrigan easily manhandles them back into his lap, their thighs spread, hips lifted so high their knees are barely touching the bed. It's an undignified, exposed, helpless position, one where Kurt's entirely at Corrigan’s mercy. All they can really do is squirm and make more of those pretty noises as he slowly, luxuriously, slides the flat of his tongue over their hole.
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Date: 2023-04-03 02:00 am (UTC)But the hands running up their thighs and squeezing their ass and manipulating them into position belong to him. To the man who’s haunted their dreams for months, who’s captivated them completely without ever getting near them. It’s no wonder they’re so reactive to his touch. It’s his hands that make them shiver, it’s his silky praise that makes them whine, it’s his tongue sliding so slowly over their hole that lures a hungry cry from their lips.
And they get to have this every day from now on. Kurt can’t believe how lucky they are. "Yes! Yes, oh Daddy, that feels so good," they moan, fingers curling into the luxurious bedsheets, thighs already quivering both from pleasure and the punishing position they’re made to hold.
Whoever said 'never meet your heroes' didn’t know what they were talking about. Kurt just hopes this is as exhilarating for Molloy as it is for them.
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Date: 2023-04-03 05:03 am (UTC)So he stays focused, eating Kurt out with slow, focused drags of his tongue, enjoying how they shiver and squirm as he works them open gradually, taking his time. He only stops when he can feel their thighs shaking, when their whining, gasping sounds take on a desperate pitch. Then he pulls back, panting, working two fingers inside their ass and pumping them slowly.
"Gonna come for me?" he purrs, free hand sliding over their cock for the first time, an almost gentle caress. "C'mon, I wanna watch you, wanna see you come on my fingers, my tongue in you. You have permission..." Then Corrigan pauses, before diving back in to licking and sucking around his fingers, to add: "...this time."
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Date: 2023-04-03 09:39 am (UTC)Let them hear. Let them hear how good Molloy makes them feel, how his tongue alone has them gasping and whining for more, squirming in his grasp. When he finally permits them to come—this time, he teases, just like he does online, edging them until they cry—Kurt is beside themself with need, rocking helplessly into the fingers toying with their leaking cock, bucking into his hand.
"Thank you, D-Daddy, thank you—! Ah, hah, y-yes—!" He's barely even been inside them yet, barely even touched them, but the first time Corrigan Molloy makes them come is the most dizzying pleasure of their life. They make a mess of themself, of Molloy's hand, Molloy's lap, clenching around his fingers and tongue with a keening moan.
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Date: 2023-04-03 07:36 pm (UTC)So he takes his time working Kurt through that first pleasurable peak, never slowing or stopping the movements of his fingers inside them, his hand around their cock, his tongue sliding messy and slick around and between the scissoring digits. Even when they're twitching with overstimulation, when the moans are laced with pleading desperation, he doesn't stop.
Corrigan just reaches around, sliding his come-covered fingers into Kurt's moaning mouth, prompting them to clean him up. "You can tap out if it's too much," he teases, adding a third finger inside them, focusing his attention on that oversensitive spot, enjoying how their thighs shake uncontrollably at the intense stimulation. "I know it's much more than you're used to. It's fine if you can't take it."
He's deliberately goading them on, knowing their stubborn pride won't let them give up, not now. Even when their body starts screaming for it, for just a moment of rest, to catch their breath, to recover. Corrigan has no intention of giving that without them pleading for it.
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Date: 2023-04-03 08:28 pm (UTC)But they're decidedly not in control now. It's always different when another person gets involved, sure, but none of their other conquests ever pushed and pushed and pushed the way Molloy does. Kurt goes from gasping to moaning to whimpering within minutes, every breath sharp and tinged with desperation, their fingers clenching so hard into the sheets they might just rip. He doesn't even let them come down from that high, just pushes them further and further into overstimulated bliss.
They don't stop him from pushing his fingers into their mouth, instead hungrily sucking down their own spend, moaning loudly at the taste of themself, the humiliation of being degraded like this. It feels so good, even as Molloy punishes their hole with his fingers, pushing against that spot again and again until they see stars. It's almost too much of a good thing.
Almost. Because Molloy is right once again. They're way too stubborn to beg him to stop. Freyja once did a four hour Sybian marathon, for fuck's sake. No way is a man—the most magnetic, captivating, irresistible man they've ever met, with the most sinful tongue and talented fingers—going to break them. "N-No, I— hah—! I can take it, D-Daddy!" they whine around his fingers, words slurring, adamant even as their hips jerk and stutter against his hand, as their spent cock twitches helplessly between their quivering legs.
Give it, like, five minutes.
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Date: 2023-04-04 12:56 am (UTC)That way they can watch him undress, a slow, careful process, unbuttoning his shirt, his slacks, pushing them off onto the ground to be dealt with later. He holds onto his loose tie, though, climbing onto the bed and neatly looping the fabric around Kurt's wrists, tying them together and pushing them up above their head. "Hold it there," he commands simply, knowing that they'll obey. Or -- well, they'll try.
Because the next thing Corrigan does is slide back down the bed, hook those long, trembling legs over his shoulders and take their cock in his mouth, swallowing them down easily, one hand pressing firmly on their stomach so they can't squirm away. He doesn't waste a moment, doesn't build back up to the torturous, intense feeling, just immediately starts pushing Kurt back towards that peak they only just left, tongue curling around their spent length and coaxing it into hardness again.
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Date: 2023-04-04 09:22 pm (UTC)So is that mouth, hot and wet and sinful as it descends on their cock, luring a shrill cry from the bound streamer. They can't even squirm away or buck up against him, those big hands holding them firmly in place. All they can do is lay there and take it as he sucks them off, already getting hard again against his tongue.
"S-Sir! Daddy, please, pleasepleasepleeease!" they cry, toes curling against his back, hips fruitlessly rocking up into his face. Kurt completely forgets they're supposed to keep their bound hands above their head, too caught up in all the too-much too-fast too-good to think, and reaches down to tangle their twitching fingers in his hair.
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Date: 2023-04-05 04:40 am (UTC)"Your choice," he manages, hand coming up to pump slowly at Kurt's cock. "Come in my mouth or come from me inside you." His mouth is slick, wet, grinning. "Either way, last time you're allowed. After that, you don't come til I do. Understand?" Corrigan turns, presses his lips at the shivering inside of Kurt's thigh, knowing that either way is torturous -- either a quick release now, followed by having to hold back for god knows how long, or vice-versa.
"Choose wisely, princess."
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Date: 2023-04-05 05:00 am (UTC)It's the hottest fucking thing they've ever experienced.
Kurt knows what the right answer is, of course, but they're sorely tempted to take the easy way out and come down his throat right now. His mouth is sinfully good, teasing them perfectly, that tongue driving them out of their mind. And the worst part is that he knows it. He grins up at them, even as he's slick with them, teasing the head of their cock with slow passes of his wicked tongue, like he's enjoying some candy.
Tightening their fingers in his hair, hands still bound by his expertly tied tie, Kurt whines before making a choice they're sure they'll regret in about a minute's time: "I— I wanna come from you inside me, D-Daddy," they say, blushing scarlet. "Please, Daddy, l-let me come on your cock."