There you go. [Corrigan murmurs it softly, almost a coo, setting the candle into Barry's outstretched palms, pressing down so the base adheres to the hardening wax coating his skin.] Are you sure you can do both? Manage to please me and keep hold of this?
[His own hands free, Corrigan strokes his fingers through Barry's hair, fluffs it up, settles his palm possessively on top of the other man's head, then presses his head back.] If you were to drop it or -- god forbid -- burn me, that would be very unfortunate.
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Date: 2018-11-06 03:45 am (UTC)[His own hands free, Corrigan strokes his fingers through Barry's hair, fluffs it up, settles his palm possessively on top of the other man's head, then presses his head back.] If you were to drop it or -- god forbid -- burn me, that would be very unfortunate.