[Corry is -- definitely not a man who makes a habit of resisting his urges, whatever they may be, positive or negative. Still, he has manners, he knows how to behave in situations like this. And he's no monster -- no offense to any monsters present, of course, but he won't press something if the younger man doesn't want it. Though the response suggests that perhaps...perhaps he would go along with the suggestion Corry's making.

Crossing around to stand behind the stranger, hand never leaving his skin, sliding around his throat and squeezing gently, almost affectionately, Corry admires the view for a moment, mentally flicking through his options.] Would you really do that? Or are you just really good at dirty talk?

[One last squeeze, then his fingers hook into the back of the harness, holding the young man more still, prompting the wolfman to growl, thrust up mindlessly, animalistic between those clenched thighs. Corry's in no hurry, free hand feeling slowly through the folds and billows of fabric, seeking out the shape of the lube.] Though if I take my time, he'll probably finish just from fucking your thighs, and I won't have to wait for my turn. [A soft chuckle, against the back of the young man's neck.] Maybe I'm the one who's bad at sharing.