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Cornelius leaned closer and rested his arm on the back of the driver's seat, held Finlayâs dark and frightened gaze. âI understand,â he said. He rested his other hand on Finlayâs knee, where Finlay might feel its weight but no one else could see it. âBut what men do in their own homes should be left private.â He waited for Finlayâs tiny nod of reply. When he pulled away, Finlay exhaled as if he hadnât breathed the whole time Cornelius was touching him. Cornelius got out of the car and crossed the street without looking back.
Cornelius when he describes himself: Aged out of his good looks, washed out and boring, mousy
Cornelius from everyone else's POV: I have never wanted to suck a dick so bad in my life.
The most delightful thing about writing Cornelius is that he doesn't think of himself as hot at any point. However, he knows that people want to fuck him and he knows how to positively manipulate them. So he's going around making intense eye contact and leaving little touches and making a bunch of repressed rich people beg him to pay attention to them. And that's charisma baby :)
