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[courtinsession]

[Corry huffs in amusement, squeezing Kyle's chin affectionately, then settling into a seat beside him.]

Been here long? Hope I didn't make you wait.

[kyley_b]

No, not long. Maybe fifteen minutes.

[Kyle tries not to lean towards Corrigan. He fails. He's like a flower turning helplessly towards the sun.]

But I don't mind. I wasn't really doing anything interesting. Uhm. Were you? Were you-- this is nuts, I just realised that I know nothing about you. I don't know if you have a job, or your age, or if you piss in the shower.

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Punctual. I can appreciate that.

[And Corrigan can't help but grin, genuinely disarmed by the flustered heartfelt nature of Kyle's...everything. Somehow that's even more of a turn-on than the needy whining had been.]

Financial advisor, 34, only my own shower. You?

[kyley_b]

Thanks.

[Kyle's nose wrinkles. He just cannot understand the pissing in the shower thing.]

Psychology student, almost twenty-six, never. I hate pee, it's a whole... thing.

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[Sometimes you're in a rush, KYLE.]

Duly noted. I won't get piss-kinky with you. [He keeps one hand on Kyle's thigh, possessive, signaling to everyone around them to back off.] What DO you like?

[kyley_b]

Thank you.

[Oh, god. Kyle sits up a little taller, practically preening because people must</> know they're together.]

I mean. You know where we met. I go there every few months.

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[It's cute. Kyle still clearly has no clue how appealing his scent is, how the preening isn't the least bit subtle. Corrigan lets his hand slide further up the inside of the omega's leg.]

I do, yes, but you can do almost anything there. You could be really into feet. Or feathers.

[kyley_b]

Not really into feet, no.

[His face goes pink.]

I like a little pain. I'm, uh. Sort of aggressive.

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I remember. [That hand, stroking up and down, fingers lingering on the inside of Kyle's thigh.] I called you a brat, which seemed to rile you up.

You're saying I could've been rougher, though?

[kyley_b]

[Kyle's not going to be able to stop blushing at this rate.]

Yeah. I'm tougher than I look.

What do you like?

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Well, now I know for next time.

[Corrigan tilts his head slightly, pretending to think.] Hmmm...redheads.

[kyley_b]

[Kyle snorts. He's obviously infatuated, but he's not quite that far gone.]

I don't believe you. I think you're buttering me up so I give you that 'next time.'

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I don't think I need to butter you up. [Corrigan leans in, hand squeezing at Kyle's thigh.] I think you've already made up your mind about next time.

[kyley_b]

[Fuuuuuck. He blushes harder.]

Maybe. But I still wanna know you. I don't normally, like... do a lo of casual sex.

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Ahhhh. [Another squeeze, then Corrigan sips at a whiskey that's appeared seemingly out of nowhere.] Well -- what do you want to know?

[kyley_b]

Everything. [No hesitation at all.]

I mean. Okay. Where are you from? Do you have family? Friends?

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Oh. [Corry looks mildly taken aback, because most people don't...care about all that. He turns his glass in his hands for a moment, thinking.]

Missouri. Not anymore. A few, but I work a lot.

[kyley_b]

[Kyle has always been curious, and that curiosity certainly extends to people. Especially when he's let some utter stranger handle his first heat; in spite all of his resistance, Corry is now enshrined as special in his heart.

That does nothing to halt his bluntness, though.]

Are you lonely?

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[It's sudden enough, unexpected enough that Corrigan answers honestly:] Sometimes.

Not right now, but sometimes.

[kyley_b]

That's okay. I am, too.

[He shrugs, fingers knotting together.]

Which sounds awful, but I'm really bad at making friends. And like... being an Omega makes it weird. There's a lot of people who don't wanna be around you. Like we're all supposed to just hang out with each other fucking... redecorating our apartments or something.

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It doesn't sound awful. [Corrigan’s voice is softer, more gentle.] You're a person, not a stereotype.

And god knows Omega stereotypes are worse than most kinds. Must be hard to convince people to see outside them, hm?

[kyley_b]

[Kyle's stomach flutters. The expression of simple gratitude on his face says much about how often people believe said stereotypes.]

Yeah. I just... let people think I'm a Beta, if I can. Because it's the dumbest shit, like, okay. I like sports. You know how many guys don't wanna play with an Omega? So many! Like I'm gonna suck at it, or cry if I lose, or like... turn it into a gangbang, I dunno.

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I think I've seen that porno before. [But he says it dryly, rolling his eyes, taking another sip of whiskey.] I can't blame you for not wanting people to know.

Do you regret letting it slip? That night at the club?

[kyley_b]

Exactly! But life's not porn! I just wanna play basketball!

[He sighs.] I'm embarrassed about it, and part of me thinks I can never go back because nobody will let me do anything but be a sub, now.

But on the other hand, there's you. You were great. And you're here right now, which is even better.

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[That gets another of those bemused snorts.] Basketball, really? You any good?

[Then, finishing off his whiskey, Corry turns to face Kyle fully.] You usually like being more dominant, then? With anyone, or...? [He...might be offering? He might. Maybe. It's been a long, long time since he switched roles, but. He's not opposed.]