[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.
[There's another of those surprised, fond laughs from Corry, who is taking his shoes and jacket off much more slowly, watching Kyle roll around on the enormous, plush bed.]
We sure as hell better, it ain't just here for decoration. [He shuts and locks the door, then pulls his tight-fitting shirt off and -- yeah, maybe he makes a bit of a show of it, but come on. He works real hard to maintain this bod.]
Yeah? [He chuckles, crawling onto the bed in only his boxers (which are silk, of course) and tugging Kyle on top of him again.]
If I didn't know better, I'd think you were trying to butter me up. [He lets his big, broad, warm hands roam over Kyle's bare chest, his hips, then up his back.] Tryin' to get something?
Brunch has been had, no more brunch for you. [It's nice when Kyle loses that self-conscious awkwardness, when he lets himself get truly carried away. Corry certainly enjoys it, absently rocking his hips up, showing how hard he is.]
You sure did. But you know me, I'm gonna want more. Especially if I get you all night. [His hands slide up the backs of Kyle's thighs, squeezing at his ass, meaningfully.]
[Corry looks very huffy. He's in his early 30s, he's not ancient. He rocks his hips up, grinding into Kyle's hand, one hand finding its way to a secure grip in those riotous curls.]
I'm always good. Start with your mouth. [A pause, then he seems to remember:] Please.
[He kisses Corry's mouth hard before he moves to wriggle away, falling to one side of Corry's body. He tugs his silk boxers down and encircles Corry's cock with his hand and strokes gently as he situates himself lower. He looks up at Corry's face when he tongues his way up the shaft before taking him into his mouth, closing his eyes only once he gets busy setting a rhythm.]
[Corry settles back against the plush pillows with a contented, pleased groan. The bed is big enough that he can stretch out with Kyle between his thighs and still have plenty of room. Considering he's been turned on since before brunch, Corry is actually amazed that he doesn't immediately lose control upon feeling Kyle's hot, skilled mouth sink down around his cock.]
Fuck, I always forget how good you are at this... [One hand fists tighter in Kyle's hair, pulling just a little, testing to see if he wants to take control or get bossed around.]
[It's an incredibly stupid remark that probably requires more explanation, but instead Kyle just wraps his lips back around Corry's cock, tongue pressing against the underside. The fingers in his curls elicit a low groan and he relaxes a little more, taking Corry deeper. He seems quite content to let that hand guide him.]
[Corry makes a softly perturbed, questioning sound, but then Kyle's back to sucking him off and it's a question he can ask later. Right now he's preoccupied with sliding both hands into Kyle's hair, pressing him down a bit more, sliding his cock a little farther down his throat.]
There you go, hold it...good. [He doesn't push too far, not yet, just enough to feel Kyle's throat work a little, to see his hazy eyes go teary.] Think you can take it all for me?
[The rush of nearly shameful pleasure he feels at the sensation of Corry directing him firmly has Kyle flushed and mindlessly lifting his hips a little bit. He can't very well answer, so he does the least sexy thing imaginable and gives Corry a thumbs-up. As if to offset this ridiculous gesture, he takes him a little deeper still, mindful to breathe through his nose and keep his head angled right.]
[Corry huffs out a laugh, albeit one that's slightly more breathless, his grip getting tighter in Kyle's hair. He'll take that (adorably dorky) thumbs up as permission to take full control, thrusting up suddenly, as deep as he can.]
There you go, fuckin' perfect. [He holds it there, feeling Kyle's throat work around his cock, hand punishingly tight in his hair. For a long moment it seems like he won't relent, won't loosen his grip until Kyle's actually choking.]
[Hair pulling AND praise? Kyle's in heaven. A heaven where he is dangerously close to choking, sure, but still. He can feel himself drooling, feel his eyes watering, but he doesn't struggle. One hand comes up to gently touch Corry's wrist, bring for enough slack that he can move his head back and forth.
It's not comfortable, but he knows the visual is impressive. Kyle's not above a little discomfort if it impresses.]
[Corry can see that reaction, see the glazed, hazy, pleased way Kyle submits to the hair-pulling, to being a little rough. So he slides one hand free of the curls and brings it down to gently rest over Kyle's throat -- not squeezing, not grabbing, just feeling.]
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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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Date: 2022-09-08 05:52 pm (UTC)We sure as hell better, it ain't just here for decoration. [He shuts and locks the door, then pulls his tight-fitting shirt off and -- yeah, maybe he makes a bit of a show of it, but come on. He works real hard to maintain this bod.]
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Date: 2022-09-08 06:14 pm (UTC)You're really beautiful, dude.
[He wriggles out of his shirt and pants with much less flair, exposing pale and lightly freckled skin.]
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Date: 2022-09-08 07:41 pm (UTC)If I didn't know better, I'd think you were trying to butter me up. [He lets his big, broad, warm hands roam over Kyle's bare chest, his hips, then up his back.] Tryin' to get something?
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Date: 2022-09-08 07:54 pm (UTC)[There is a definite appeal in having Corry just manhandle him into place. Something primal that appreciates the show of strength.
Kyle straddles Corry, smiling in a way that is as close to seductive as he's capable of getting.]
Besides brunch?
[He leans in to nip at his pulse.]
Your dick.
I did promise you my mouth.
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Date: 2022-09-08 08:17 pm (UTC)You sure did. But you know me, I'm gonna want more. Especially if I get you all night. [His hands slide up the backs of Kyle's thighs, squeezing at his ass, meaningfully.]
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Date: 2022-09-08 08:58 pm (UTC)[Chewing his lower lip lightly, Kyle shifts enough that he can get a hand down to cup Corry through his boxers.]
All day and all night, if you can manage it, sure. It's like, what, one in the afternoon?
[He gently tugs at Corry's clothed cock.]
If you're good I'll let you have whatever you like. Maybe. So. How do you want me first?
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Date: 2022-09-08 11:46 pm (UTC)[Corry looks very huffy. He's in his early 30s, he's not ancient. He rocks his hips up, grinding into Kyle's hand, one hand finding its way to a secure grip in those riotous curls.]
I'm always good. Start with your mouth. [A pause, then he seems to remember:] Please.
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Date: 2022-09-09 02:46 am (UTC)[Kyle grins wickedly, triumphant.]
Good boy.
[He kisses Corry's mouth hard before he moves to wriggle away, falling to one side of Corry's body. He tugs his silk boxers down and encircles Corry's cock with his hand and strokes gently as he situates himself lower. He looks up at Corry's face when he tongues his way up the shaft before taking him into his mouth, closing his eyes only once he gets busy setting a rhythm.]
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Date: 2022-09-09 04:04 am (UTC)Fuck, I always forget how good you are at this... [One hand fists tighter in Kyle's hair, pulling just a little, testing to see if he wants to take control or get bossed around.]
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Date: 2022-09-09 04:37 am (UTC)I practiced.
[It's an incredibly stupid remark that probably requires more explanation, but instead Kyle just wraps his lips back around Corry's cock, tongue pressing against the underside. The fingers in his curls elicit a low groan and he relaxes a little more, taking Corry deeper. He seems quite content to let that hand guide him.]
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Date: 2022-09-09 04:44 am (UTC)There you go, hold it...good. [He doesn't push too far, not yet, just enough to feel Kyle's throat work a little, to see his hazy eyes go teary.] Think you can take it all for me?
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Date: 2022-09-09 02:25 pm (UTC)There you go, fuckin' perfect. [He holds it there, feeling Kyle's throat work around his cock, hand punishingly tight in his hair. For a long moment it seems like he won't relent, won't loosen his grip until Kyle's actually choking.]
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Date: 2022-09-09 04:19 pm (UTC)It's not comfortable, but he knows the visual is impressive. Kyle's not above a little discomfort if it impresses.]
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Date: 2022-09-10 12:29 am (UTC)Fuck, I can feel me in your throat, babe.
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