[Kurt knows he can get away with pouting and whining and sassing Corrigan right now, can feel the smile in his voice when he threatens a spanking, the rumble in his chest when he laughs. They would both enjoy that too much for it to be a punishment, but you can't fault Kurt for keeping up the image of a whimpering pain slut.
He keeps his eyes closed the whole way to the suite, letting his Master's heart beating in his ear soothe him, guide his breathing back to a slow and even pace. Corrigan's arms are so strong, carrying him like he weighs nothing at all, even though his limbs are almost entirely dead weight. It's a miracle he's able to hold himself up at all when they finally slip through the door to Corrigan's suite and he's deposited on the edge of the bed, a miracle he'll attribute entirely to those big hands holding the sides of his face.
Corrigan kisses him, and Kurt melts. There's a soft noise that accompanies the deep, warm sigh against soft lips, Kurt's whole body deflating happily, relishing in the heat, the tenderness, the promise of more.]
It's a guarantee. [Corrigan lingers next to the bed for a long moment, fingers sliding up into Kurt's sweat-soaked hair, brushing it back from his face and dropping more kisses on his cheeks, his nose, his forehead.] I love you too. You're still drinking water before we do anything else.
[So there. Corrigan shifts backwards, going to the fridge and pulling out a couple bottles of mineral water, cracking one open and returning to Kurt's side. He kicks off his shoes, climbing onto the bed and settling behind the younger man, one arm around his waist, the other helping to guide the water to his lips.] Feeling in your hands coming back yet? You can move all your toes and everything? Those were some decent knots.
[A pause, and he kisses the back of Kurt's neck before adding, loftily:] Not as good as mine, of course, but decent.
Uggghhh, fine. [And he'd thought for sure he could flatter his way out of hydrating! Kurt playfully slumps over, rolling his eyes as Corrigan gets him a couple bottles of water, truly so perturbed he's not getting fucked right this second that he forgets he's supposed to be pouting about it.
The gentle hands on his body, the warm press of Corrigan's lips to his skin, the cold slide of water down his throat, the tingle in his body at hearing Corrigan say he loves him... it all helps smooth over that indignant whining.]
Wow, thanks a bunch, Master. [He snickers softly between mouthfuls of water, slowly curling and flexing his fingers and toes, gently testing his joints, elbows and knees, feeling the prickling starting to dissipate.] Mmm, I feel really good. Could use some work on the braiding still, didn't turn out as pretty as I wanted it, but I liked my knots today. Just tight enough. [He tips his head back and looks up at Corrigan, beaming.] Guess you're gonna have to teach me some more, huh?
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Date: 2020-12-05 01:52 pm (UTC)[Kurt knows he can get away with pouting and whining and sassing Corrigan right now, can feel the smile in his voice when he threatens a spanking, the rumble in his chest when he laughs. They would both enjoy that too much for it to be a punishment, but you can't fault Kurt for keeping up the image of a whimpering pain slut.
He keeps his eyes closed the whole way to the suite, letting his Master's heart beating in his ear soothe him, guide his breathing back to a slow and even pace. Corrigan's arms are so strong, carrying him like he weighs nothing at all, even though his limbs are almost entirely dead weight. It's a miracle he's able to hold himself up at all when they finally slip through the door to Corrigan's suite and he's deposited on the edge of the bed, a miracle he'll attribute entirely to those big hands holding the sides of his face.
Corrigan kisses him, and Kurt melts. There's a soft noise that accompanies the deep, warm sigh against soft lips, Kurt's whole body deflating happily, relishing in the heat, the tenderness, the promise of more.]
Mmm'love you...
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Date: 2020-12-06 02:07 am (UTC)[So there. Corrigan shifts backwards, going to the fridge and pulling out a couple bottles of mineral water, cracking one open and returning to Kurt's side. He kicks off his shoes, climbing onto the bed and settling behind the younger man, one arm around his waist, the other helping to guide the water to his lips.] Feeling in your hands coming back yet? You can move all your toes and everything? Those were some decent knots.
[A pause, and he kisses the back of Kurt's neck before adding, loftily:] Not as good as mine, of course, but decent.
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Date: 2020-12-07 10:50 am (UTC)The gentle hands on his body, the warm press of Corrigan's lips to his skin, the cold slide of water down his throat, the tingle in his body at hearing Corrigan say he loves him... it all helps smooth over that indignant whining.]
Wow, thanks a bunch, Master. [He snickers softly between mouthfuls of water, slowly curling and flexing his fingers and toes, gently testing his joints, elbows and knees, feeling the prickling starting to dissipate.] Mmm, I feel really good. Could use some work on the braiding still, didn't turn out as pretty as I wanted it, but I liked my knots today. Just tight enough. [He tips his head back and looks up at Corrigan, beaming.] Guess you're gonna have to teach me some more, huh?