#replies;cory

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yet more for @temporalobjects ft cory & iwai cont from here 

Cory draws back a little as Iwai turns towards him, finally settling some attention on him, though true to form it was only to lightly scold him with a disapproving look and request he wait, as always, for work to finish. “Oh..” he mutters softly, but Iwai’s focus had already returned to the screen. Well he should know he wouldn’t come before old things that were owned by dead people and no one wanted any more... silly him. 

Cory does find Iwai’s shop fascinating and even he likes to poke around and look at all the old things, but it was the man himself that he came over to see, rushing over after his shift finished, but he shouldn’t be surprised to see Iwai still hard at it. As he settles into the seat beside him, the blonde courier’s eyes do glance over the older man’s side profile as he works. Cory admires everything that Iwai has made out of himself. His shop, running everything on his own and doing so well, his worth ethic... but it wasn’t like he had much of a social life. Beside him, who does the guy even have? Cory hasn’t met any friends, nor has he really heard mention of any. His poor, lonely boyfriend. 

“Lets make something delicious” he whispers softly before sitting forward a little towards him and rests his temple on Iwai’s shoulder, head tilting to watch the screen he was so absorbed with. Maybe Cory should help set him up with some friends... fellow geeky friends, who like old things. 

Funny thing was, he didn’t even come here to be fed. He rather wanted kisses...

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🎃halloween | au!cory & au!iwai - alien @temporalobjects​

Cory winces as he hears the clattering of pans, the metal banging as it falls from where they were stacked feet high and clamours down onto the tiled kitchen floor with it’s dirty grout. Quickly his arms lift, readying himself for the boot that usually comes next. “Damn...! Clumsy rat!” Standing easily 3/4 of a meter taller than him the bar owner yells as he bears down on the shorter, younger and fairer alien. 

Cory’s species, known for their soft skin with pretty markings were not often seen in this part of the quadrant - it had cost a pretty penny to buy him from the smugglers that roared through this outpost over a moon cycle ago, and sometimes the bar owner wonders why he bothered. A female probably would have garnered more attention, not to mention they might have been more useful than this kid. Who seemed good at nothing but making a mess and being in the way! He was shit behind the bar and very rarely returned a happy customer when he was picked to go upstairs - too awkward! With those big, wounded eyes that just seemed to put good paying customers off! 

“This smugglers come through again, I’ve a right mind to sell you back to them!” He yells, the man a 7ft humanoid with a drooping snout that crinkled at the end. The top of his head almost completely bald, but for some sun spots and a few sprouting white hairs. As the kick comes Cory lets out a pained yelp, falling forward a little and clutching at the leg of a high table, before looking back with wide, pained, emerald green eyes that seemed to swirl with more intense colour. This is exactly what he means! No one would want to get frisky with that! Even with skin softly sun kissed from the desert planet’s hot atmosphere, orange markings like pretty splotches having darkened against somewhat squishy cheeks and his temple - nestled up into strawberry blonde hair in fluffy curls - he wasn’t going to get any business looking like that! 

It didn’t help that Cory’s people were almost natural telepaths. With one simple touch of skin on skin Cory could tell someone their greatest fear or true thoughts... the type of clientele they see really don’t want to hear that when they want to get freaky! 

“You can’t serve without making a mess, you can’t wash without breaking things and no one has hired you in a week because you look like you want to cry not give a man his greatest night! I might as well just cut my losses and feed you to the bazors!” He yells again, this time raising a fist like he’s going for a hit, leaving Cory to yelp as he curls up and cowers. 

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cont from here w/ @temporalobjects ft cory, iwai and the ✨panties✨

With Iwai knocking on the door, Cory knows he doesn't have long. What should he do? Quickly pull on his jeans and pretend like he isn't wearing them or try to hide them until Iwai leaves?! Maybe he should just show him! They were for him after all, but what if he hates it and thinks it's weird?! The girls said guys like it but, really, what did they know that they hadn't learnt from BL manga?! Now he thinks about it, getting himself into this situation because of a group of giggling girls seemed ridiculous!

"I-I'm just... just changing!" He calls out to give an excuse, but a weak one, it wasn't unlike him to streak around Iwai's apartment butt naked, so hiding now seemed odd. "You can come in" he offers, grabbing a fist full of the front of the jersey and pulls it down at the front, just in time to watch Iwai walk in - eyes already elsewhere, mind preoccupied with something else.

Cory's own gaze stalks the man as he moves through the bedroom, grabbing his charger, and he remains frozen on the spot, steadily getting pinker as the situation sets in. He moves a little as Iwai brushes past but doesn't let go of the jersey and as Iwai's eyes finally lift to him, they're stuck looking at each other as the apples of his cheeks radiate. "O-Oh I.." he stammers as the question finally comes, knowing he's acting more than a little odd and Iwai does not like odd.

So with a small glance away, he gives in, deciding he might as well resign himself to his fate, and grips the bottom of his jersey to lift it up and broadcast the small, white panties he was wearing. The leg elastic lightly digging in to his plump bottom and the tell tale boy bulge at the front as he goes even redder and continues to looks away. "I got these.." he murmurs, hoping that excuses some of his behaviour. "It was in a manga and... I wanted to try" his voice had tapered off by the end as now the tips of his ears were red.

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@coldsnp liked for a starter ft cory & pryce 

“Oh-” Cory murmurs softly, cold spoon still against his tongue where he had been licking off the remnants of ice cream, before he had caught sight of Pryce lift something and now he was stood in the doorway, frozen on the spot, wide, round hazel eyes still transfixed on the curl of his bicep. 

“Could you... do that again?” He asks, gaze now completely glazed as he nudges his head towards him, wanting to see more of... that. No matter how many fan cams he watched, even seeing Pryce’s band in concert himself, from the front row, even seeing the man naked, he still managed to catch him off guard by doing things that were so... so, hot. 

Sticking out his tongue again he licks at the spoon, still not dragging his eyes away from the other man’s body, as he stands in the doorway to his bedroom, in one of Pryce’s t-shirts that, though the other was taller and broader than him, still clung a little to the squish of love handles on his hips. The ice cream might have something to do with that...

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Coffee Errors | cont from here w/ @coldsnp​ ft Cory & Pryce ❤    

Hearing the deeper voice from behind him, Cory jumps a little in surprise, and arm flailing, in his effort to hide the fact he had been pressing a clicker pen into his forehead - though the red circle from it’s end pressed into his forehead rather gave that away. Hitting one of the more empty syrup bottles, he nearly sends it flying but for a small yell and a frantic grab has it saved, pressed to his chest as he looks around, eyes wide and bewildered. “A-Americano!” He affirms, pitch off and a little too high, as he nods. Why he was surprised he’d been heard, a mystery - he hadn’t exactly stepped far away to panic.  

Now he has to make it, and make it good. Setting the bottle down, the blonde shoves his pen and pad down into his apron before grabbing the portafilter to start packing it with grounds. He could kill his friend for this, it was all her fault, making him cover her shift. Now he’s stuck looking like an idiot in front of someone far too beautiful. 

“Erm... erm just a minute!” He calls back, now trying to do too many things at once - open the ice draw, grab a mixing cup, slot the portafilter back into the coffee machine and remember... was it caramel or vanilla?

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delivery boy | starter for @irrwicht​ ft cory & david 

With a huff of breath, Cory can feel his thighs burn as he cycles his way towards the office building of his next stop. This part of the city always seems to feel uphill and the traffic was always busy. Still, it was a frequent enough drop that he knows his way just about by now. Problem is he can be so damned forgetful... it was the retriever in him. Enthusiastic, but a little dumb. 

Pulling up to the pavement by the front doors his bike tires squeak before he tips to the side and looks up at the unassuming building. Reaching up to his chin he unclips the straps of his helmet that had been squeezing puffy cheeks and pulls the thing off to ruffle blonde hair free from it’s helmet indentation. 

“Floor 6, office 2..” Corry mutters to himself as he heads inside. He stands out a little in this world of suited executives, dressed in biker shots clinging to sturdy thighs, trainers with white socks pulled up and an oversize, zip up Adidas wind breaker jacket with lime green detailing - zipped right up so he could sink his nose and mouth behind the zip as he thinks and peers about with wide, unsure eyes. 

“-or was it... floor 2, office 6?” He murmurs to himself, now unsure as he stops in the lobby with a squeak of his trainers on the marble floor, and he turns to look around a little. Oh no, he’s forgotten!

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@synchronick​ liked for a starter ft cory & taojin 

“Hi-” Cory announces softly to the young man he’d often seen around his building, casting small smiles back and forth, but had never really spoken to properly. With tatty trainers, undone laces bouncing behind each step, he moves closer, plonking himself down next to him on the step in one of the communal corridors. Setting down beside him a shopping bag from the near-by 7-Eleven, no doubt filled with unhealthy snacks to be scoffed while his mother was at work, he glances down at the other boys artwork. 

“Cool drawing, you’re really talented” he chimes happily, head tilting a little to take it all in, before his gaze lifts once more to his neighbour. “I’m Cory, by the way. Me and my mom live in 3b” his smile widens a little, hoping to coax a little information out of the other. A name would be a good start but he’s gone on with less before!

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[text:cory] why did you send a spanner emoji... is something broken?

[text:mr iwai] 🥺🥺

[text:mr iwai] if it was would you come fix it?

[text:mr iwai] ... my mum's out

[text:mr iwai] come round? 🥺 with your spanner.