Not to worry, it makes perfect sense to Kurt. He perks up happily at Corrigan's suggestion, tone calm and even and tinged with laughter, like he isn't teasingly inching Kurt's soft pants down over the jut of his hips. "Mmm, I agree, sir," he says, lips curled in a fond smile as he eases himself out of the man's lap just long enough to hook his thumbs under the waistband of his pants and ease them the rest of the way down. Letting it go, the soft garment drops down his long legs before finally pooling at his ankles, and Kurt steps out of the last piece of fabric on his body, knowing just how good he looks right now. Pale, aroused, flushed pink, his wings such a stark white in contrast to his skin where they curl around his shoulders almost shyly.
He knows he looks good when he lets the filmy fabric of his uniform go and he steps out of it with an almost ethereal grace, slow and measured and angelic - it's what sells, it's been focus-grouped, it's just what he does. The fantasy he offers.
But he doesn't want to just sell the boss some angel fantasy, the same one he offers every Joe Shmoe who comes in and out of his door every day. Not after getting to see the real him, the real Corrigan, hidden away, bound by shame and fear and finally getting to unfurl, if only for tonight. Kurt wants Corrigan to see the real him in return. The part of him that trips over itself to be close to someone. The part of him that gets kinda nervous and shy, still a little flustered by sex even though it's his job. The needy, eager part that makes him reach out, climbing back up into Corrigan's lap and wrapping his arms around his neck and sealing their lips together in a kiss, disregarding his own aroused nudity for now.
He wants to share a couple hot, needy, giggly kisses with his boss before they do anything else. He wants to show Corrigan that he's here for him.
The strangest thing is, it's not like Corrigan hasn't seen Kurt naked before -- out of anyone, he probably knows the most about his body, exact measurements of everything, refractory period length, sexual prowess, positions and kinks and scenarios he excels at. It's all somewhere in a file, noted down in a critical, neutral way. That's just good business.
But this is -- not business at all. This is Kurt blushing and bare and climbing back into his lap, wings fluffed out behind him in snowy splendor, no performance, no feigned, put-on seduction. Just himself, warm and sleek under Corrigan's hands when he slides them over well-defined shoulder, back, stomach muscles, like he can't get enough of the feeling. Corrigan exhales into the kiss, tongue sliding against Kurt's lower lip, marveling at the taste of him.
He wants to say you're beautiful, but he doesn't want to say the same thing countless other men have, every day, make it one of an endless parade. So instead, one hand stroking the smooth skin over Kurt's hip, arm wrapped around his waist to keep him close, he murmurs, "Thank you."
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Date: 2021-01-04 10:16 am (UTC)He knows he looks good when he lets the filmy fabric of his uniform go and he steps out of it with an almost ethereal grace, slow and measured and angelic - it's what sells, it's been focus-grouped, it's just what he does. The fantasy he offers.
But he doesn't want to just sell the boss some angel fantasy, the same one he offers every Joe Shmoe who comes in and out of his door every day. Not after getting to see the real him, the real Corrigan, hidden away, bound by shame and fear and finally getting to unfurl, if only for tonight. Kurt wants Corrigan to see the real him in return. The part of him that trips over itself to be close to someone. The part of him that gets kinda nervous and shy, still a little flustered by sex even though it's his job. The needy, eager part that makes him reach out, climbing back up into Corrigan's lap and wrapping his arms around his neck and sealing their lips together in a kiss, disregarding his own aroused nudity for now.
He wants to share a couple hot, needy, giggly kisses with his boss before they do anything else. He wants to show Corrigan that he's here for him.
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Date: 2021-01-09 11:32 pm (UTC)But this is -- not business at all. This is Kurt blushing and bare and climbing back into his lap, wings fluffed out behind him in snowy splendor, no performance, no feigned, put-on seduction. Just himself, warm and sleek under Corrigan's hands when he slides them over well-defined shoulder, back, stomach muscles, like he can't get enough of the feeling. Corrigan exhales into the kiss, tongue sliding against Kurt's lower lip, marveling at the taste of him.
He wants to say you're beautiful, but he doesn't want to say the same thing countless other men have, every day, make it one of an endless parade. So instead, one hand stroking the smooth skin over Kurt's hip, arm wrapped around his waist to keep him close, he murmurs, "Thank you."