Date: 2022-10-12 12:24 am (UTC)
princessfreyja: ([AU] stare)
From: [personal profile] princessfreyja
[He must be dreaming. The heat of the bathroom envelops him so completely, heavy steam filling his lungs, dampening his skin, making Kurt feel dazed and unfocused, but simultaneously safe. Cradled, like he’s suspended in water, floating but not. There’s a bath already drawn for him. Corrigan’s touch is very gentle.

It must be a dream, because this isn’t what pimps do. This isn’t how people who buy human beings as pets treat their property. So either this isn’t real, or Corrigan really is different. The exception. Kurt allows himself to dream for a while longer.]
Th-Thank you, sir.

[Shedding the blanket and suit jacket, Kurt sinks into the tub with a pitiful shiver, a thin sigh of blissful relief. It’s the best bath he’s ever fucking taken. The whole time he sits there, slowly washing every inch of his body—still not wholly convinced he’s awake—he shoots little glances at the door. A bath, a hot meal, a gentle doting touch… is all of this really part of Kurt’s reality now? No tricks? No manipulation? No last-minute catch..?]

Date: 2022-10-12 09:01 pm (UTC)
princessfreyja: ([AU] hunched)
From: [personal profile] princessfreyja
[It's amazing how he does it, stepping into the room right on time, towel in hand, wrapping him all up in it as soon as he rises to stand. For being so intimidating and morally reprehensible, Corrigan sure is doing all the right things to win Kurt's trust. The big gentle hands, the soft kiss, the petname... Kurt knows he should hate this, should be frightened and repulsed by all the attention, but the shameful part of him hidden so deep inside—the one that's slowly rising to the surface the longer he spends with the man—so badly craves it.

Kurt hasn't known much affection in his life. Certainly nothing as tender as this. It's no wonder he unconsciously leans into Corrigan's frame, seeking his warmth, closing his eyes at the sweet kiss.]


Y-Yes, sir. Thank you. I mean it, it r-really... a-all of this, I... [Look at him. Jerk him off and give him a hot bath, and that's enough to reduce Kurt to tears, his throat closing up around the words, eyes burning. He ducks his head, shivering, towel-clad shoulders shaking as he tries to choke down the sobs. It's pitiful. Disgraceful. Shameful.] S-Sorry, sir, I— I don't mean to...

Date: 2022-10-14 12:26 am (UTC)
princessfreyja: ([AU] stare)
From: [personal profile] princessfreyja
[He has been through hell, hasn’t he? Not just with Caesar, but for years and years before that, his short life seemingly nothing but struggle. Corrigan gives him permission to cry, to let all that pain and grief out, and being all soft and warm and pliant from the bath, Kurt does. There’s no one here to admonish him for crying. Only Corrigan and his solid, unyielding presence, his tender voice, his gentle words.

It’s when he’s in this soft, trusting, vulnerable state that Corrigan confesses to killing Caesar.

Kurt can’t breathe. His blood runs cold. There’s shock and horror in his red-rimmed eyes when he looks up at Corrigan, fear unlike anything he’s ever felt before. Not for Caesar’s sake—there’s a nauseating sense of joyous relief at the news—but for his own. The man holding him and comforting him, the only person who’s shown him any tenderness for as long as he can remember, the man who now owns him, is capable of murder.

And yet, Kurt doesn’t pull away. He’s overcome with terror, ashen and so so vulnerable, and he doesn’t pull away.]
He’s… No, th-that’s not… D-Did you really..?