[This is one of the few times that Iggy is ready on to go when he's told to be. Usually he treats punctuality as an abstract concept, but you don't keep certain people waiting.
So he's outside his apartment building in nineteen minutes, wearing black slacks and a fitted burgundy turtleneck. It's not fancy, but that's because he knows he's not going to be wearing it for long, one way or another.]
[It's about the physical aspect, of course -- the sex is fantastic, some of Corry’s favorite encounters have been with Iggy. But the power dynamic is even more fun, the shift of control and dominance in every interaction. Sometimes Iggy pushes back, fights him, resists until Corry has to take a former hand. Other times he leans into it, plays the pampered, spoiled pet role.
Corry never really knows what's going to happen, which is part of the excitement. It's thrilling to be surprised, and there's not a ton that surprises him anymore. But Iggy does.
He makes the younger man wait, arrives almost ten minutes late, sleek black Town car and chauffer and all. Corry pushes open the door, beckons, not bothering to step out.] C'mere, get in.
[Iggy climbs into the car obediently, grinning widely. The second he's in with the door shut he snuggles right up to Corry, raining affectionate kisses along his jaw. Iggy smells faintly of cigarettes, more strongly of mahogany and apple peel.]
You made me wait. How dare.
[He sits back a little, still smiling. Clearly, he's not that annoyed. He places an elegant hand on Corry's thigh.]
I did indeed. [But Corry’s grin is warm, as is the hand that slides across Iggy's back, down his spine, coming to rest right where the hem of his turtleneck ends. The car is moving, and Corry wastes no time in slipping his fingers under that hem, resting possessively against the small of Iggy's back.
He breathes in the scent, cheap cigarettes and expensive mahogany, a juxtaposition that amuses him.] Did you miss me enough to not be annoyed at having to wait? Or do I have to work to get back in your good graces?
[Corry must pay extra for the most discreet chauffeurs, because the guy doesn't even look around at all the cuddling.] In a shoe mood, hm? Armani, Versace, Gucci? What's your poison today?
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bakerstreet2023-09-15 12:01 pm
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you've been gone foreverrrrr, I missed you. 💕
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VID
and you know I'll treat you soooooo good after.
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Be ready in 20. Wear something you aren't too attached to.
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I will.💕
[This is one of the few times that Iggy is ready on to go when he's told to be. Usually he treats punctuality as an abstract concept, but you don't keep certain people waiting.
So he's outside his apartment building in nineteen minutes, wearing black slacks and a fitted burgundy turtleneck. It's not fancy, but that's because he knows he's not going to be wearing it for long, one way or another.]
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Corry never really knows what's going to happen, which is part of the excitement. It's thrilling to be surprised, and there's not a ton that surprises him anymore. But Iggy does.
He makes the younger man wait, arrives almost ten minutes late, sleek black Town car and chauffer and all. Corry pushes open the door, beckons, not bothering to step out.] C'mere, get in.
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You made me wait. How dare.
[He sits back a little, still smiling. Clearly, he's not that annoyed. He places an elegant hand on Corry's thigh.]
I missed you.
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He breathes in the scent, cheap cigarettes and expensive mahogany, a juxtaposition that amuses him.] Did you miss me enough to not be annoyed at having to wait? Or do I have to work to get back in your good graces?
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[He snuggles in closer, smiling.]
Maybe a little work. Like... can we look at shoes?
[Just... dragging those long fingers up the inside of Corry's thigh.]
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[Corry must pay extra for the most discreet chauffeurs, because the guy doesn't even look around at all the cuddling.] In a shoe mood, hm? Armani, Versace, Gucci? What's your poison today?
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