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: 2021-01-09 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."