There's that look. That smug curl of his lip, those eyes peering at him from past those long lashes, gaze heavy with understanding. Oh, how Kurt loves that rush of victory.
By the time Corrigan joins Kurt and Elizabeth at the mouth of the stables, the nobleman has managed to calm himself down somewhat, shaking his wildly excited nerves and impatient impulses as he waited, taking in the crisp air with measured breaths, letting the chill fill his lungs. Where Corrigan is perhaps a touch underdressed for a ride to the lake, Kurt is decidedly overdressed, nearly every inch of skin below the jaw covered with fabric, a multitude of buttons and ties and ruffles, all structured garments with sharp lines and curves. It leaves the impression of a gift to be unwrapped, making for more of an infuriatingly teasing vision than Corrigan does, who leaves very little to the imagination with his chest on display like that. He's stunning, tan and strong and damp with sweat, almost cocky as he trots out to meet him, unlaced and unbothered.
Kurt is glad for the lungful of cold to combat how hot his insides feel. "Very well. After me," he chirps, gently easing Elizabeth into a calm pace down the dusty road cutting through the property, splitting off into the town road heavy with wagon tracks and a more secluded forest path. Naturally, Kurt leads them towards the latter.
Glancing around to see if anyone is spying, the nobleman peeks at Corrigan over his shoulder, shooting him an impish grin. "Race me there," he says, loud enough to be heard but his words rushed like he's telling secrets. "And don't you dare let me win. I'll know if you do."
Most of the time Corrigan quite enjoys undoing all the little bits and bobs that make up the garments of any young man of any standing -- even simple, coarse breeches have a few fiddly buttons that need coaxing free, after all. But looking at Kurt, with his excess of frippery, makes Corrigan think that perhaps it'd be much quicker and easier to simply tear the fabric open. With his teeth, if necessary.
The horse beneath him is idling towards a tempting patch of clover nearby, taking advantage of Corrigan's head being in the clouds, and it's only the issued challenge that has him snapping back to attention. He doesn't even bother hiding the smirk, reining Colt back onto the secluded path and inclining his head. "As you wish, my lord," he says smoothly, nudging the big gelding into a quick trot.
His horse is bigger than Elizabeth, but she has better lineage and breeding, so it could be anyone's race. It's cold outside, the chill air running through Corrigan's short-cropped hair, prompting Colt's mane to stream backwards, the big horse puffing and eager to fully let loose. Corrigan waits until he's sure Kurt is ready, then lets the reins loose, letting the gelding surge ahead.
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Date: 2021-01-04 09:05 am (UTC)By the time Corrigan joins Kurt and Elizabeth at the mouth of the stables, the nobleman has managed to calm himself down somewhat, shaking his wildly excited nerves and impatient impulses as he waited, taking in the crisp air with measured breaths, letting the chill fill his lungs. Where Corrigan is perhaps a touch underdressed for a ride to the lake, Kurt is decidedly overdressed, nearly every inch of skin below the jaw covered with fabric, a multitude of buttons and ties and ruffles, all structured garments with sharp lines and curves. It leaves the impression of a gift to be unwrapped, making for more of an infuriatingly teasing vision than Corrigan does, who leaves very little to the imagination with his chest on display like that. He's stunning, tan and strong and damp with sweat, almost cocky as he trots out to meet him, unlaced and unbothered.
Kurt is glad for the lungful of cold to combat how hot his insides feel. "Very well. After me," he chirps, gently easing Elizabeth into a calm pace down the dusty road cutting through the property, splitting off into the town road heavy with wagon tracks and a more secluded forest path. Naturally, Kurt leads them towards the latter.
Glancing around to see if anyone is spying, the nobleman peeks at Corrigan over his shoulder, shooting him an impish grin. "Race me there," he says, loud enough to be heard but his words rushed like he's telling secrets. "And don't you dare let me win. I'll know if you do."
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Date: 2021-01-09 11:27 pm (UTC)The horse beneath him is idling towards a tempting patch of clover nearby, taking advantage of Corrigan's head being in the clouds, and it's only the issued challenge that has him snapping back to attention. He doesn't even bother hiding the smirk, reining Colt back onto the secluded path and inclining his head. "As you wish, my lord," he says smoothly, nudging the big gelding into a quick trot.
His horse is bigger than Elizabeth, but she has better lineage and breeding, so it could be anyone's race. It's cold outside, the chill air running through Corrigan's short-cropped hair, prompting Colt's mane to stream backwards, the big horse puffing and eager to fully let loose. Corrigan waits until he's sure Kurt is ready, then lets the reins loose, letting the gelding surge ahead.