[His voice is casual, but his expression is almost embarrassed, shy. His hands slide back up under Kyle's shirt, thumbs absently stroking up and down the notches of his spine.]
[Especially the not-biting-his-dick reason. That's a great reason. Corry looks very pleased with himself, one hand coming up to smooth Kyle's hair away from his champagne-flushed face.]
Yeah? You think you can handle a whole night with alllll my attention on you?
[Kyle might spend most of his time bickering with Corry, but underneath the sexually charged antagonism is a lonely young man who really isn't used to anyone doing anything that could be construed as romantic with him.
[Corry is fully aware of this, because he was that lonely young man not too long ago. And it ended poorly, it always does, so he'd always resolved to be kinder, someday. To not get in too deep, to not toy with people's emotions.
Yet here he is.
He pushes the thought away, sliding his hand into Kyle's hair and tugging him down to kiss him, firmly, deeply, lingering.] You sure as hell better. No tapping out. I've got big plans for you, darlin'.
[He does, and it's -- endearing. A lot about Kyle is endearing. And not what Corry had expected. He keeps his hand in Kyle's hair, moving down to nuzzle and kiss down the side of his neck.]
[Kyle sighs, hands mapping the terrain of Corry's back and shoulders. There's a rational part of him warning him not to get carried away, but it's easy to ignore. Especially after three mimosas.
[That gets a sudden, genuine laugh from Corry, who tugs at one of Kyle's curls, just the far side of too rough.] God, you're cute.
[The car pulls up at the curb in front of a very fancy hotel -- doorman and valet and everything. Corry kisses the side of Kyle's neck once more, then slides out.] C'mon, think you can walk straight after all those mimosas?
[For a man so quick to judge, Kyle sure is a freak.
The casual touch in public does things to Kyle's heart. He knows better than to get carried away - romance never ends well for him - but knowing doesn't actually prevent it.]
It's nice.
So is the front desk guy gonna judge your taste? Like, "picked a ginger this time?"
[Indeed, the front desk guy looks woeful and bereft, especially when Corry sails on by and doesn't even acknowledge him. It's mean, but also sort of funny, especially when Corry makes a show of settling his arm around Kyle as they wait for the elevator.]
[Corry is exactly one inch shorter than Kyle, but when he leans, it's easy to feel taller. And older. He absently pillows his cheek on Kyle's fluffy hair and feels very domestic, in that moment.]
We've established that you have a very inaccurate view of yourself. [Then, after a pause:] You're honest. Not many people in my life are. That alone keeps surprising me.
[Kyle's hair smells faintly of the oil he uses in it to keep from frizzing too badly - something he's only learned to do in the past year.
He giggles shrilly.]
Okay, yeah. I am that. I don't see the point in lying when mostly it wastes time. You know how much trouble can be avoided just by being truthful? So much!
You probably just attract fake people because you're a gorgeous rich dude with a nice dick.
[It's a nice smell, reminiscent of the product Corry uses too -- though his is something grossly expensive and designer, probably.
He laughs, stepping back into the elevator and tugging Kyle after him, not even waiting until the doors are fully closed before grabbing at his ass again.]
[Corry laughs, nuzzling his nose against Kyle's, oddly affectionate. Maybe it's the champagne.]
Dick poetry. Sounds like an unexplored genre. [He leans in to kiss Kyle again, deeper, harder, more teeth. The elevator climbs the floors up and up to the penthouse, but Corry seems thoroughly preoccupied. Hopefully nobody else gets in.]
You could make that your side hustle. Isn't that what the kids call it?
[Corry has zero shame, laughing as he tugs Kyle close again, this time grabbing him from behind and kissing the back of his neck.] What'd I tell you? Jealous.
[He rocks his hips forward, grinding shamelessly against Kyle's ass, teeth grazing over the younger man's neck.] You have no idea how badly I wanna mark you up right now.
I should feel honored then, to have so much of your time.
[Corry clicks his tongue, mildly chiding.] That's the first lie you've ever told me. [Then he sets about worrying a dark, tender spot where Kyle's neck and shoulder meet, just under the collar of his shirt.
By the time the elevator stops, Corrigan is about two minutes from bending Kyle over right then and there. He disentangle himself with grumbling annoyance, then slides the key card in the door of a very lush, extravagant suite. Like four-star, California king bed, jacuzzi on the private balcony kinda suite.]
Yeah, you should! [He sounds almost comically peevish.
He snorts even as he tips his head to the side to allow better access.] I am! You know. Publicly.
[Kyle isn't really much more composed, all flushed cheeks and tented pants. He hurries past Corrigan into the suite, goggling momentarily at his surroundings. Sometimes he forgets that Corry is really, really fancy.]
Dude.
[Eloquent. Kyle toes his shoes off before he takes a running leap at the bed. He bounce-rolls so he can sit up a bit, grinning.]
This thing is huge! We can do it here? It's really comfy.
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Date: 2022-09-06 06:57 pm (UTC)[He is shocked. While Kyle's shitty apartment has always been open to Corry he realises he's not even sure what part of town Corry lives in.]
I mean. Yeah, yeah that would be cool. I don't have anywhere to be either.
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Date: 2022-09-06 07:05 pm (UTC)[His voice is casual, but his expression is almost embarrassed, shy. His hands slide back up under Kyle's shirt, thumbs absently stroking up and down the notches of his spine.]
You could -- spend the night. If you wanted.
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Date: 2022-09-06 07:26 pm (UTC)[Kyle shivers and presses close, skinny arms around Corry's neck.]
That could be cool.
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Date: 2022-09-07 01:47 am (UTC)[Especially the not-biting-his-dick reason. That's a great reason. Corry looks very pleased with himself, one hand coming up to smooth Kyle's hair away from his champagne-flushed face.]
Yeah? You think you can handle a whole night with alllll my attention on you?
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Date: 2022-09-07 01:54 am (UTC)[Kyle might spend most of his time bickering with Corry, but underneath the sexually charged antagonism is a lonely young man who really isn't used to anyone doing anything that could be construed as romantic with him.
He smiles, smitten.]
Yeah, dude. I've got endurance! I've got skills!
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Date: 2022-09-07 02:06 am (UTC)Yet here he is.
He pushes the thought away, sliding his hand into Kyle's hair and tugging him down to kiss him, firmly, deeply, lingering.] You sure as hell better. No tapping out. I've got big plans for you, darlin'.
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Date: 2022-09-07 02:19 am (UTC)Yeah? I think you implied your big plan was gonna fuck my face. There's more now?
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Date: 2022-09-07 02:38 am (UTC)Oh, much more. That's only the appetizer, really.
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Date: 2022-09-07 06:01 am (UTC)He snickers and rocks his body against Corry's.]
Oh yeah? Good. You make me hungry.
[Pause. Then in case it weren't obvious he adds:]
For sex.
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Date: 2022-09-07 07:29 pm (UTC)[The car pulls up at the curb in front of a very fancy hotel -- doorman and valet and everything. Corry kisses the side of Kyle's neck once more, then slides out.] C'mon, think you can walk straight after all those mimosas?
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Date: 2022-09-07 07:54 pm (UTC)Kyle clambers out with his usual lack of grace. He really does look like a baby giraffe 75% of thec time.]
It's the only thing I will do straight.
You live here?
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Date: 2022-09-07 08:36 pm (UTC)He nods vaguely, fishing out a key card and setting his free hand on the small of Kyle's back to steer him inside.] When I'm in town, yes.
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Date: 2022-09-07 08:44 pm (UTC)The casual touch in public does things to Kyle's heart. He knows better than to get carried away - romance never ends well for him - but knowing doesn't actually prevent it.]
It's nice.
So is the front desk guy gonna judge your taste? Like, "picked a ginger this time?"
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Date: 2022-09-08 12:19 am (UTC)[Indeed, the front desk guy looks woeful and bereft, especially when Corry sails on by and doesn't even acknowledge him. It's mean, but also sort of funny, especially when Corry makes a show of settling his arm around Kyle as they wait for the elevator.]
I like to maintain the mystery a bit.
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Date: 2022-09-08 12:34 am (UTC)He leans against Corry a little bit.]
Yeah, I've noticed that. I'm the least mysterious person ever, how do I not bore you?
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Date: 2022-09-08 02:04 am (UTC)We've established that you have a very inaccurate view of yourself. [Then, after a pause:] You're honest. Not many people in my life are. That alone keeps surprising me.
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Date: 2022-09-08 02:22 am (UTC)He giggles shrilly.]
Okay, yeah. I am that. I don't see the point in lying when mostly it wastes time. You know how much trouble can be avoided just by being truthful? So much!
You probably just attract fake people because you're a gorgeous rich dude with a nice dick.
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Date: 2022-09-08 02:45 am (UTC)He laughs, stepping back into the elevator and tugging Kyle after him, not even waiting until the doors are fully closed before grabbing at his ass again.]
You think I have a nice dick?
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Date: 2022-09-08 02:53 am (UTC)I think you have a beautiful dick. People would write poetry about it if we lived in like... whenever Lord Byron was alive. Dick poetry.
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Date: 2022-09-08 03:02 am (UTC)Dick poetry. Sounds like an unexplored genre. [He leans in to kiss Kyle again, deeper, harder, more teeth. The elevator climbs the floors up and up to the penthouse, but Corry seems thoroughly preoccupied. Hopefully nobody else gets in.]
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Date: 2022-09-08 03:12 am (UTC)[Kyle loops his arms around Corry's neck and kisses him back, moaning lightly into his mouth as he rocks his hips forward.
The elevator dings and the doors slide open. A short guy in an expensive suit takes one look at them and shakes his head before turning away.
Kyle disentangle himself long enough to punch the 'close door' button.]
Oops.
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Date: 2022-09-08 03:33 am (UTC)[Corry has zero shame, laughing as he tugs Kyle close again, this time grabbing him from behind and kissing the back of his neck.] What'd I tell you? Jealous.
[He rocks his hips forward, grinding shamelessly against Kyle's ass, teeth grazing over the younger man's neck.] You have no idea how badly I wanna mark you up right now.
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Date: 2022-09-08 03:54 am (UTC)[With the elevator door closed once more, Kyle feels safe enough to push his ass back against Corry's grinding. He makes a soft whining sound.]
You can. Just nowhere obvious. I'm a respectable citizen.
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Date: 2022-09-08 04:55 am (UTC)[Corry clicks his tongue, mildly chiding.] That's the first lie you've ever told me. [Then he sets about worrying a dark, tender spot where Kyle's neck and shoulder meet, just under the collar of his shirt.
By the time the elevator stops, Corrigan is about two minutes from bending Kyle over right then and there. He disentangle himself with grumbling annoyance, then slides the key card in the door of a very lush, extravagant suite. Like four-star, California king bed, jacuzzi on the private balcony kinda suite.]
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Date: 2022-09-08 01:03 pm (UTC)He snorts even as he tips his head to the side to allow better access.] I am! You know. Publicly.
[Kyle isn't really much more composed, all flushed cheeks and tented pants. He hurries past Corrigan into the suite, goggling momentarily at his surroundings. Sometimes he forgets that Corry is really, really fancy.]
Dude.
[Eloquent. Kyle toes his shoes off before he takes a running leap at the bed. He bounce-rolls so he can sit up a bit, grinning.]
This thing is huge! We can do it here? It's really comfy.
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