Mmm, you aren't wrong. [Corrigan’s selected one of the beers, his body language calm and relaxed, palm finding its way back under Junpei's shirt and resting warm and firm against his bare skin.] Hence why I prefer to keep company with others.
But that doesn't mean I do things out of pity, or that I force myself to give attention when it's not deserved. [His thumb finds the jut of Junpei's hip bone, stroking up and down the curve of it.] If someone's sitting in this car, with me, I want them to be there. Full stop.
[ Oh, the way that touch specifically on his hip bone makes him sit straight up reflexively, a jolt of electricity running up his spine. He almost lets the bottle of soda slip from his fingers, but thankfully realizes what's happening before a spill occurs.
It's a bit embarrassing to lose his cool that way, even if he knows very well what he's agreed to by getting into the car. Corrigan didn't pick him up just to have a chat about society. This was about sex. They're going to have sex.
It still makes Junpei's head swim. What had he gotten himself into? Was he even close to being ready to handle this? ]
And I'm only in this car because I want to be.
[ Awkwardly, he sets one hand on Corrigan's leg, unsure fingers stroking along the length of it. ]
[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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Date: 2022-09-04 06:52 pm (UTC)But that doesn't mean I do things out of pity, or that I force myself to give attention when it's not deserved. [His thumb finds the jut of Junpei's hip bone, stroking up and down the curve of it.] If someone's sitting in this car, with me, I want them to be there. Full stop.
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Date: 2022-09-04 07:01 pm (UTC)It's a bit embarrassing to lose his cool that way, even if he knows very well what he's agreed to by getting into the car. Corrigan didn't pick him up just to have a chat about society. This was about sex. They're going to have sex.
It still makes Junpei's head swim. What had he gotten himself into? Was he even close to being ready to handle this? ]
And I'm only in this car because I want to be.
[ Awkwardly, he sets one hand on Corrigan's leg, unsure fingers stroking along the length of it. ]
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Date: 2022-09-04 07:13 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2022-09-04 07:43 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2022-09-04 08:07 pm (UTC)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.