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[ Caught in the lie, the act, the wrong place at the wrong time. That's how it feels, knowing he's been obliged, knowing that his senior agent knew.
Either way: Too late to talk his way out once Jaekwan points out his misjudgment, too soon for it when he presses back into his mouth, polite about how much weight to nudge against his lips. He could have dodged; he whimpers, the sound vague, stolen away with his breath. There's a rapid jerk to his shoulders, hands skimmed up, grabbed into the sides of his shirt. Soleum doesn't need to hold the agent in place, but who knows where he might take himself without a fixed moor, what better senses he might succumb to. Before he realizes it, he's pushing in past what's polite, his lips parting in the movement, a kittenish suckle clinging to the reddest part of Jaekwan's mouth.
— and then suddenly, Soleum's shaking him off, disentangling. His face is on fire, lips freshly wet and bruised. He backs out of reach. ]
I'm sorry. We should stop. Or else I really can't come in.
Either way: Too late to talk his way out once Jaekwan points out his misjudgment, too soon for it when he presses back into his mouth, polite about how much weight to nudge against his lips. He could have dodged; he whimpers, the sound vague, stolen away with his breath. There's a rapid jerk to his shoulders, hands skimmed up, grabbed into the sides of his shirt. Soleum doesn't need to hold the agent in place, but who knows where he might take himself without a fixed moor, what better senses he might succumb to. Before he realizes it, he's pushing in past what's polite, his lips parting in the movement, a kittenish suckle clinging to the reddest part of Jaekwan's mouth.
— and then suddenly, Soleum's shaking him off, disentangling. His face is on fire, lips freshly wet and bruised. He backs out of reach. ]
I'm sorry. We should stop. Or else I really can't come in.
[He doesn't move beyond the fixed post he's become, only bent to meet Soleum's comparable height, so there's no reason for Soleum to grasp him in turn. Again - as he thought. This is closer to his memory of that night. Not the standoffishness he's somewhat used to of his junior, but a little more enthusiasm, a little less holding back. His lips part and - that, he didn't expect, his own parting in acceptance of the deepening move, warmth burning his cheeks brighter...]
[And it ends. He's released. Moved away from. Jaekwan stares across at him, a step away from one another.]
That's all I asked for.
[In other words, it's Soleum's move. He can leave. He can stay. Or they can both go inside and act like nothing at all is happening. With the cards all laid out and both of them knowing what's in each other's hand, he doesn't think it's possible for the last option to happen.]
You're... my first hubae. [Don't comment on his enflamed face, currently as red as a cherry, please. There have been people under him before, sure, but not in their team. He's always been the youngest here.] So I do feel it's my duty to ensure you don't make the same kinds of mistakes I've made.
[Soleum is smart - Jaekwan knows he doesn't have to expand on what those mistakes were. He doesn't move to approach him or stop him from running off as he speaks. As always his face is serious and steady - aside from the heat on his cheeks and ears.]
The most important thing I have learned from Agent Choi is to follow your gut. I'd like to ask you to take that same lesson to heart.
[And it ends. He's released. Moved away from. Jaekwan stares across at him, a step away from one another.]
That's all I asked for.
[In other words, it's Soleum's move. He can leave. He can stay. Or they can both go inside and act like nothing at all is happening. With the cards all laid out and both of them knowing what's in each other's hand, he doesn't think it's possible for the last option to happen.]
You're... my first hubae. [Don't comment on his enflamed face, currently as red as a cherry, please. There have been people under him before, sure, but not in their team. He's always been the youngest here.] So I do feel it's my duty to ensure you don't make the same kinds of mistakes I've made.
[Soleum is smart - Jaekwan knows he doesn't have to expand on what those mistakes were. He doesn't move to approach him or stop him from running off as he speaks. As always his face is serious and steady - aside from the heat on his cheeks and ears.]
The most important thing I have learned from Agent Choi is to follow your gut. I'd like to ask you to take that same lesson to heart.
[ Still disoriented, he glances back at Jaekwan as he speaks, a loose fist held just to the bottom of his mouth. It's solid advice — Agent Choi is tricky, almost more fox-like than the slyest director he knows. He's… also someone he worries about on a personal level, the same as Jaekwan. That's why he came, to settle matters on good terms, without folding on doing the best thing for everyone. Soleum has only ever wanted their relationship to be a kind, positive one.
So, whatever happens, it's a conversation he has to have. ]
You're a good sunbae, Jaekwan-nim.
[ If Soleum makes any mistakes from hereon, it will be because that's who he is and it's his mistake to make. Not because he had the wrong guidance. An apology very nearly stumbles out for being this kind of frustrating junior, but he keeps the words closed away to avoid another lecture about his good traits. Another steadying breath draws out, then his gaze is moving back behind Jaekwan at the door he'd been waiting beside. Agent Choi's housing unit. ]
I'll be stepping in with you, now, if you're ready. …Are you okay? [ Soleum reaches out toward him again, flattening down some of his hairs with his brushing. ] You don't look well. We should get you back inside — [ A soft self-exasperated haaah. ] I shouldn't have stressed you out. Here, let me take the box for now.
[ Whether or not Jaekwan allows it, they arrive back by Agent Choi's door within a few steps. Soleum sends a nervous look the senior's way, and then presses the doorbell. ]
So, whatever happens, it's a conversation he has to have. ]
You're a good sunbae, Jaekwan-nim.
[ If Soleum makes any mistakes from hereon, it will be because that's who he is and it's his mistake to make. Not because he had the wrong guidance. An apology very nearly stumbles out for being this kind of frustrating junior, but he keeps the words closed away to avoid another lecture about his good traits. Another steadying breath draws out, then his gaze is moving back behind Jaekwan at the door he'd been waiting beside. Agent Choi's housing unit. ]
I'll be stepping in with you, now, if you're ready. …Are you okay? [ Soleum reaches out toward him again, flattening down some of his hairs with his brushing. ] You don't look well. We should get you back inside — [ A soft self-exasperated haaah. ] I shouldn't have stressed you out. Here, let me take the box for now.
[ Whether or not Jaekwan allows it, they arrive back by Agent Choi's door within a few steps. Soleum sends a nervous look the senior's way, and then presses the doorbell. ]
[This is not going to be an easy process, is it.]
[But Jaekwan doesn't stop him, despite the way he kind of wants to snatch his hand and yank him into a hug and maybe pat his head a little in return - no. He stands patiently as Soleum strokes down his hair and then allows him to approach the door down the hall.]
[He rings the bell while he's still a few steps away and Jaekwan notes,] It's unlocked. [Then reaches forward to grab the doorknob to push the door open...]
[But Jaekwan doesn't stop him, despite the way he kind of wants to snatch his hand and yank him into a hug and maybe pat his head a little in return - no. He stands patiently as Soleum strokes down his hair and then allows him to approach the door down the hall.]
[He rings the bell while he's still a few steps away and Jaekwan notes,] It's unlocked. [Then reaches forward to grab the doorknob to push the door open...]
[...and smacks Agent Choi in the face who was holding the knob on the other side.]
Ow, owww... [He laughs, pulling the door open wider and motioning both of them inside.] Come in, hey! Oh, you brought us something? You're always so nice to us, Grapes!
[He invites them into his apartment which is a nice enough size for a single person and has the exact same atmosphere as the Hyunmu 1 waiting room. It's cozy, warm, has a few random knick-knacks and things that probably have much too long of a story attached to them. A few work papers and binders are scattered around on a few surfaces and beside the couch and there are some clothes tossed haphazardly here and there. It's not a messy place but it's lived in. Has a lot of Choi touch to it. There's a couch on one side that looks like it's seen quite a bit of use. The exact location where this all started.]
Come and sit down - I got you that drink, if you want, but you don't have to! [Look at him, being so respectful of boundaries.]
Jaekwan-ie, here, I mixed it for you. [He hands Jaekwan a glass of alcohol, which he takes with a quiet thanks.] How was it? Grapes, did he bully you at all?
Ow, owww... [He laughs, pulling the door open wider and motioning both of them inside.] Come in, hey! Oh, you brought us something? You're always so nice to us, Grapes!
[He invites them into his apartment which is a nice enough size for a single person and has the exact same atmosphere as the Hyunmu 1 waiting room. It's cozy, warm, has a few random knick-knacks and things that probably have much too long of a story attached to them. A few work papers and binders are scattered around on a few surfaces and beside the couch and there are some clothes tossed haphazardly here and there. It's not a messy place but it's lived in. Has a lot of Choi touch to it. There's a couch on one side that looks like it's seen quite a bit of use. The exact location where this all started.]
Come and sit down - I got you that drink, if you want, but you don't have to! [Look at him, being so respectful of boundaries.]
Jaekwan-ie, here, I mixed it for you. [He hands Jaekwan a glass of alcohol, which he takes with a quiet thanks.] How was it? Grapes, did he bully you at all?
[ Fuck.
His mouth twitches with the silent open and close of his jaw, all the wrong words cutting ahead of the right ones, curses crowding up against the door of his self-control. The only thing that keeps his mind from spiraling out is what he's doing with his hand, both soothing him and adding to his unease with the same caressing touch. Even without the senior agent insisting their legs rub, insisting he keep his eyes on him unless he wants to risk him taking drastic measures to recapture his attention, it looks like Soleum is close to toppling over the side of their seat of his own defeated volition.
…
Okay.
It's not a precipitous shift, more akin to the progression of when the last act of a play wraps up, the lights slowly brightening over the dazed interior of a theater after the performing cast has finished their curtain call and the drapes have fully cloaked the stage. The nervous newbie in front of Agent Choi recedes back into Soleum, for a time, but not the furious blush staining his cheeks. Nor the put-off, narrowed stare that pierces from behind his glasses. People aren't seafood, apparently, but Agent Choi will gladly treat him like a fascinating curio he doesn't understand?
He could go for another cigarette. If Agent Choi really cared so much about Soleum's bad habits, he'd lead by example and put his taste for harassing his juniors to rest. ]
I don't need to understand everything you do, [ he tells him, slowly. Measured. ] I only need to know the place it comes from.
[ The declaration bears more strength than he truly feels. He said it, however, so he should stick with it. There's no way Soleum can predict his actual actions in a situation like that. Circumstances change, commands evolve, objectives clash. People promise one thing and do another. But he'll say whatever he needs to. ]
And, right now, I think you're just tired. And you want a distraction, but this… [ His throat clears, and he tries to straighten his spine back upright, the bones of his neck releasing a soft crack from the movement. ] is going a little too far, isn't it, Agent? I'm not your plaything…
His mouth twitches with the silent open and close of his jaw, all the wrong words cutting ahead of the right ones, curses crowding up against the door of his self-control. The only thing that keeps his mind from spiraling out is what he's doing with his hand, both soothing him and adding to his unease with the same caressing touch. Even without the senior agent insisting their legs rub, insisting he keep his eyes on him unless he wants to risk him taking drastic measures to recapture his attention, it looks like Soleum is close to toppling over the side of their seat of his own defeated volition.
…
Okay.
It's not a precipitous shift, more akin to the progression of when the last act of a play wraps up, the lights slowly brightening over the dazed interior of a theater after the performing cast has finished their curtain call and the drapes have fully cloaked the stage. The nervous newbie in front of Agent Choi recedes back into Soleum, for a time, but not the furious blush staining his cheeks. Nor the put-off, narrowed stare that pierces from behind his glasses. People aren't seafood, apparently, but Agent Choi will gladly treat him like a fascinating curio he doesn't understand?
He could go for another cigarette. If Agent Choi really cared so much about Soleum's bad habits, he'd lead by example and put his taste for harassing his juniors to rest. ]
I don't need to understand everything you do, [ he tells him, slowly. Measured. ] I only need to know the place it comes from.
[ The declaration bears more strength than he truly feels. He said it, however, so he should stick with it. There's no way Soleum can predict his actual actions in a situation like that. Circumstances change, commands evolve, objectives clash. People promise one thing and do another. But he'll say whatever he needs to. ]
And, right now, I think you're just tired. And you want a distraction, but this… [ His throat clears, and he tries to straighten his spine back upright, the bones of his neck releasing a soft crack from the movement. ] is going a little too far, isn't it, Agent? I'm not your plaything…
Is your head alright…?
[ His concern is perhaps at odds with the too noticeable distance he immediately puts between himself and Agent Choi, passing around him. It's discourteous of him, particularly as he's inside the man's own home, he'll acknowledge that, so to off-set, he takes the agent up on his offer. ]
No… We just chatted about this and that. Is it okay if I fold this?
[ He's already halfway through smoothing out the wrinkles from a few of what he recognizes to be his senior's uniform button-ups, neatly tucking away the sleeves inside the backfold. Moving the stack aside, he takes a seat. Then, a moment later, he takes the grapeade from the table, holding it with both hands between his knees. ]
Um, thank you for the invite. And sorry to keep you waiting. I told sun — [ ah, wait they're both sunbae — ] Bronze-nim this, but the cake slice is for you two to share. It's strawberry cream.
[ His concern is perhaps at odds with the too noticeable distance he immediately puts between himself and Agent Choi, passing around him. It's discourteous of him, particularly as he's inside the man's own home, he'll acknowledge that, so to off-set, he takes the agent up on his offer. ]
No… We just chatted about this and that. Is it okay if I fold this?
[ He's already halfway through smoothing out the wrinkles from a few of what he recognizes to be his senior's uniform button-ups, neatly tucking away the sleeves inside the backfold. Moving the stack aside, he takes a seat. Then, a moment later, he takes the grapeade from the table, holding it with both hands between his knees. ]
Um, thank you for the invite. And sorry to keep you waiting. I told sun — [ ah, wait they're both sunbae — ] Bronze-nim this, but the cake slice is for you two to share. It's strawberry cream.
[The flinching lips, the way his hand curls against his, his eyes darting mere millimeters to find a stable place to land - Choi watches every single motion, every twitch of adjustment, every small movement. He could write a dissertation on his thoughts about this behavior of Kim Soleum.]
[Like that, despite all that tension, all that anxiety and itching that flares through his junior, his voice is full of strength. Soleum straightens up and with the unamused look he still has pinned on Choi, anyone might take this for something out of a powerpoint on workplace harassment. He certainly looks the part of a leering senior. Too bad he doesn't care.]
That's where you think this comes from?
[He's teasing him. Picking at the thread he's so neatly laid out, tugging at the knots and stitches like a cat's claws in a woven sweater. He rolls his wrist to stretch out Soleum's in turn. He can feel every thump of blood through his veins, every moment his heart beats to try and cool the growing warmth. It plays in perfect echo with his own.]
I don't think I'm so cruel to use you like that, you know... [His other hand finally moves. Reaches to snag his hip and drag him upward, onto his legs. Wrapping his arm around his front to keep him locked against him, swapping heights so now Soleum is above him and Choi below - yet somehow, their lips are closer than ever. He's almost whispering when he speaks.] I told you, it's all about working together.
[Like that, despite all that tension, all that anxiety and itching that flares through his junior, his voice is full of strength. Soleum straightens up and with the unamused look he still has pinned on Choi, anyone might take this for something out of a powerpoint on workplace harassment. He certainly looks the part of a leering senior. Too bad he doesn't care.]
That's where you think this comes from?
[He's teasing him. Picking at the thread he's so neatly laid out, tugging at the knots and stitches like a cat's claws in a woven sweater. He rolls his wrist to stretch out Soleum's in turn. He can feel every thump of blood through his veins, every moment his heart beats to try and cool the growing warmth. It plays in perfect echo with his own.]
I don't think I'm so cruel to use you like that, you know... [His other hand finally moves. Reaches to snag his hip and drag him upward, onto his legs. Wrapping his arm around his front to keep him locked against him, swapping heights so now Soleum is above him and Choi below - yet somehow, their lips are closer than ever. He's almost whispering when he speaks.] I told you, it's all about working together.
[Soleum zooms past him with hardly a pause and by the time Choi blinks, he's got a box of food in his hand while the guy is across the room doing his laundry. Oh, is this what it's like to have a wife? he thinks to himself, then feels the heat of Jaekwan's gaze.]
[They only exchange glances for a moment, their eyes locking as Jaekwan shuts the door behind himself. Something unspoken passes between them - some kind of communication born from years of working beside each other. Then Jaekwan accepts the drink with a quiet thanks, walking back to the couch.]
Oh... You really got us something to eat? I see you've already found out about your senior's sweet tooth. [From the way he grins as he approaches and the way Jaekwan's flush still hasn't faded from his cheeks, it's impossible to discern which senior he means with that statement. Choi crosses the room to the couch where a small table sits, a couple cushions beneath. He removes one and squats down on it before sitting on the opposite side of the table, crossing his legs on the floor as he trades the box of cake for a can of beer. Jaekwan has taken the seat beside Soleum, a polite distance between them. Choi takes a drink of beer, sets it down, then exhales.]
Why don't you want to have sex again, Soleum-ah?
[They only exchange glances for a moment, their eyes locking as Jaekwan shuts the door behind himself. Something unspoken passes between them - some kind of communication born from years of working beside each other. Then Jaekwan accepts the drink with a quiet thanks, walking back to the couch.]
Oh... You really got us something to eat? I see you've already found out about your senior's sweet tooth. [From the way he grins as he approaches and the way Jaekwan's flush still hasn't faded from his cheeks, it's impossible to discern which senior he means with that statement. Choi crosses the room to the couch where a small table sits, a couple cushions beneath. He removes one and squats down on it before sitting on the opposite side of the table, crossing his legs on the floor as he trades the box of cake for a can of beer. Jaekwan has taken the seat beside Soleum, a polite distance between them. Choi takes a drink of beer, sets it down, then exhales.]
Why don't you want to have sex again, Soleum-ah?
[ Whether he likes it or not, a gasp judders out through his one-eyed wince. The casual reversal spurs the tepid strands of easy-to-ignore interest into a seething cluster in his stomach. A dark bruise gaining traction with each damnable punch Agent Choi swings at his well-worn guard. The worst part is he's never been invulnerable to him, not even slightly; he's on his toes enough playing this role, but adding the watchfulness of Black Tortoise 1's most experienced agent — and his most favored one — to the mix has been catastrophic for his nerves. It's too much, and he's finally feeling his grip on the reins slipping into the distance.
What a mess. His lips are tingling like they've already shared a kiss, like just his breath is a bodily contact. That's how he can tell his sanity is breaking down. ]
Nn…
[ His teeth grits together. After all, he should have discarded all semblance of dignity and let himself avalanche flat off the couch. Now, the opportunity's flown by, and now he's at a loss as to how to look away from the yields of his own fatal mistake. Unsure if he wants to.
He's been drinking, a voice in the rearmost parts of Soleum's brain reminds him. They both have. A complicated gamut of emotions flashes across his face before he finally comes to some kind of decision. For an extensive second, he considers it. Passing his mouth over Agent Choi's just to see if he feels as good as he looks, eyeing his next move, anticipating it, testing Soleum's fortitude with the straddle of their clothed hips pinned together in a flush fit.
His chin sways forward — and then Soleum's dokkaebi hand, sensing its master's plight, sweeps in, clapped right over the agent's smart mouth just as his lips lower against the back of his own knuckles. The intervention seems to revive his wits, because his face retreats in an instant, gaze open wide in surprise until bleeding into a look of relief. What a close call. ]
You — so you don't even know how cruel you're being. [ He's pouting, a little annoyed at his own moment of weakness. ] Are you positive you weren't contaminated earlier, Agent Choi?
What a mess. His lips are tingling like they've already shared a kiss, like just his breath is a bodily contact. That's how he can tell his sanity is breaking down. ]
Nn…
[ His teeth grits together. After all, he should have discarded all semblance of dignity and let himself avalanche flat off the couch. Now, the opportunity's flown by, and now he's at a loss as to how to look away from the yields of his own fatal mistake. Unsure if he wants to.
He's been drinking, a voice in the rearmost parts of Soleum's brain reminds him. They both have. A complicated gamut of emotions flashes across his face before he finally comes to some kind of decision. For an extensive second, he considers it. Passing his mouth over Agent Choi's just to see if he feels as good as he looks, eyeing his next move, anticipating it, testing Soleum's fortitude with the straddle of their clothed hips pinned together in a flush fit.
His chin sways forward — and then Soleum's dokkaebi hand, sensing its master's plight, sweeps in, clapped right over the agent's smart mouth just as his lips lower against the back of his own knuckles. The intervention seems to revive his wits, because his face retreats in an instant, gaze open wide in surprise until bleeding into a look of relief. What a close call. ]
You — so you don't even know how cruel you're being. [ He's pouting, a little annoyed at his own moment of weakness. ] Are you positive you weren't contaminated earlier, Agent Choi?
[It's like it actually happens, the way Choi feels the breath between them mixing and how the space separating them grows smaller and smaller. Soleum lets out that quiet noise and he thinks, Got him, expectations met. He leans forward just as Soleum does...]
[And blinks when a warm hand claps over his mouth.]
[He has to laugh. His eyes pinch in mirth as Soleum backs up, calls him out. Silly dokkaebi, thinking it knows what the greater body actually wants. Soleum asks if he might be contaminated and Choi doesn't pull the hand away to respond, only perks an eyebrow. Pointing out the obvious - So you're pretending you aren't being cruel, too?]
[But that's fine, isn't it? Dokkaebi are interesting when repairing bodies because they meld so finely with the original. Nerve endings, skin cells, muscle, bone. It's all linked perfectly. The palm over his mouth is no exception and even though it's done as a way to block, it's also a granting of something else in exchange. Choi presses his lips against that skin and drags them down and along it as his other hand continues to play and curl against the real, undamaged one.]
[He stares at Soleum all the while. Piercing, expectant. They both know what's going on. So his eyes finally give a different question after a moment, this one more of a request - Won't you cling to me, already?]
[And blinks when a warm hand claps over his mouth.]
[He has to laugh. His eyes pinch in mirth as Soleum backs up, calls him out. Silly dokkaebi, thinking it knows what the greater body actually wants. Soleum asks if he might be contaminated and Choi doesn't pull the hand away to respond, only perks an eyebrow. Pointing out the obvious - So you're pretending you aren't being cruel, too?]
[But that's fine, isn't it? Dokkaebi are interesting when repairing bodies because they meld so finely with the original. Nerve endings, skin cells, muscle, bone. It's all linked perfectly. The palm over his mouth is no exception and even though it's done as a way to block, it's also a granting of something else in exchange. Choi presses his lips against that skin and drags them down and along it as his other hand continues to play and curl against the real, undamaged one.]
[He stares at Soleum all the while. Piercing, expectant. They both know what's going on. So his eyes finally give a different question after a moment, this one more of a request - Won't you cling to me, already?]
[ It's probably Agent Choi, but he's seen the tray of candies on Jaekwan's desk — if he had to guess, they'll find a way to split things evenly, or what they consider to be even between the two of them. This was glaringly true the last time the three of them were gathered here, anyway.
Soleum sips at his grapeade, unruffled. When the drink comes away from his mouth, he's nodding, twisting the cap back onto the bottle, as if agreeing that this is the exact question he came to discuss. It's still his every intention to excuse himself after this, so. ]
Yes, about that… Why is having sex with me so important? [ Sex, kissing him, the three of them being close. It feels good, but, even putting aside his crosswired allegiances — ] If we're worried about each other beyond what's professionally acceptable, it complicates the lives of the civilians we're supposed the prioritize in high-risk situations. Maybe you're different, but I'm…
[ He stares at the middle of table, avoiding looking in anyone's direction. After a moment: ] You two have carried on fine without my involvement. The cohesion of the team clearly doesn't depend on me being intimate with either of you.
Soleum sips at his grapeade, unruffled. When the drink comes away from his mouth, he's nodding, twisting the cap back onto the bottle, as if agreeing that this is the exact question he came to discuss. It's still his every intention to excuse himself after this, so. ]
Yes, about that… Why is having sex with me so important? [ Sex, kissing him, the three of them being close. It feels good, but, even putting aside his crosswired allegiances — ] If we're worried about each other beyond what's professionally acceptable, it complicates the lives of the civilians we're supposed the prioritize in high-risk situations. Maybe you're different, but I'm…
[ He stares at the middle of table, avoiding looking in anyone's direction. After a moment: ] You two have carried on fine without my involvement. The cohesion of the team clearly doesn't depend on me being intimate with either of you.
[A silence comes over the small apartment after Soleum finishes speaking with both men staring at him. Choi is listening attentively, his head inclined as he explains the situation on his end, even as Soleum avoids either of their gazes. Jaekwan isn't as neutral, compared to how he usually is. First, with the sharp look he gave Agent Choi at the bluntness of his question, and then the confused one he gives Soleum at his eventual explanation.]
[Again the two agents' eyes meet, and something unspoken is said. Choi finally nods and sits back.]
The lives of the agents come first, for starters.
[So, that's kind of off topic, in his opinion. Even if Agent Choi is "that guy who always tries to save one more civilian," he does follow the rules when it comes to ranking who should be saved. Neither he nor Jaekwan are thrilled with the concept behind that, but they dutifully perform it despite that.]
I think the reason we're both pushing you - [Jaekwan interrupts with a flat, "I'm not pushing him."] Ah. Well, the reason I'm still pushing you is because it was obvious that you had a lot of fun. Neither of us have seen you like that about anything else. It feels like you're shutting us out because of something greater than... [He makes a vague sort of gesture, searching for the right word.] Workplace professionality. Does that make sense?
[He motions at Jaekwan suddenly, who blinks in surprise. He's not the focus right now, don't look at him when he can't keep the color of his face under control.] Jaekwan-ie, we never did anything like that before, did we? Well, maybe I touched your butt a few times - But it wasn't until Soleum-ah joined the team. It's kind of like... Kind of like we reached a new level of communication.
[Jaekwan doesn't respond, but from his expression he clearly doesn't disagree. Choi looks back at Soleum.]
But, nothing is going to change if you're being serious, but sometimes you'll say something like, "No, I've had enough," and then I'll give you more kkakdugi and you eat the whole serving. Isn't it better to be full than sated?
[Jaekwan looks particularly exhausted by this comparison but says nothing.]
[Again the two agents' eyes meet, and something unspoken is said. Choi finally nods and sits back.]
The lives of the agents come first, for starters.
[So, that's kind of off topic, in his opinion. Even if Agent Choi is "that guy who always tries to save one more civilian," he does follow the rules when it comes to ranking who should be saved. Neither he nor Jaekwan are thrilled with the concept behind that, but they dutifully perform it despite that.]
I think the reason we're both pushing you - [Jaekwan interrupts with a flat, "I'm not pushing him."] Ah. Well, the reason I'm still pushing you is because it was obvious that you had a lot of fun. Neither of us have seen you like that about anything else. It feels like you're shutting us out because of something greater than... [He makes a vague sort of gesture, searching for the right word.] Workplace professionality. Does that make sense?
[He motions at Jaekwan suddenly, who blinks in surprise. He's not the focus right now, don't look at him when he can't keep the color of his face under control.] Jaekwan-ie, we never did anything like that before, did we? Well, maybe I touched your butt a few times - But it wasn't until Soleum-ah joined the team. It's kind of like... Kind of like we reached a new level of communication.
[Jaekwan doesn't respond, but from his expression he clearly doesn't disagree. Choi looks back at Soleum.]
But, nothing is going to change if you're being serious, but sometimes you'll say something like, "No, I've had enough," and then I'll give you more kkakdugi and you eat the whole serving. Isn't it better to be full than sated?
[Jaekwan looks particularly exhausted by this comparison but says nothing.]
[ Drowned out, Agent Choi's mouth sticks against his palm, moving like he's daring him to keep stalling. Keep coming up with his reasons, keep dancing just out of harm's way of admitting something honest. He has a feeling that if he lifted his hand right now, a smarmy crescent moon of a smile would be there lying in wait for him.
He knows it before he reads the question on his senior's face: This means nothing. The food's gone cold. The metaphor is lost. He'll have to wash the stain from his shirt the second he gets back to his motel room. Agent Choi will stop massaging his knuckles and let go of him, eventually.
Soleum still wants to kiss him. ]
It's alright.
[ To the baby dokkaebi, his voice is gentle. When the body you belong to is a confusion of different directives and skewed emotions, it's scarcely its fault for making a decision based on unreliable information. To Agent Choi, the hand wrapped around his mouth lingers, tightening at his jaw like a restrained warning before acquiescing to Soleum's will, sinking lower. He avoids his scar entirely, pressing down on the sharp outline of his collarbone peeking out from his undershirt, the couch further depressing beneath his weighted form. ]
Just once.
[ He can't say he understands the desire from the other agent's end, but it's more convenient to believe there isn't anything to understand, or discern, or pick at the skin of. He remembers Agent Choi could also be that kind of person. Someone unserious, just trying to scratch an impulse or push a reaction.
If that's all this is — it's a bit of a shame, but that's just the remnant of the fanboy in him. Ultimately, he it takes the pressure off of Soleum, gives him the permission he needs to finally meet Agent Choi in the middle. The contact is chaste, held back by the reluctance he still feels, the anxiety that once again he's getting away with something he shouldn't. Probably, he should be concentrating on the heat of Agent Choi's mouth, following the practiced movements of his lips, but… it's all so odd. He should have a framework to fall back on for how this works, where to touch, how to move, but he can't remember any of it. Can't know if this is a disappointing display or just barely good enough. ]
He knows it before he reads the question on his senior's face: This means nothing. The food's gone cold. The metaphor is lost. He'll have to wash the stain from his shirt the second he gets back to his motel room. Agent Choi will stop massaging his knuckles and let go of him, eventually.
Soleum still wants to kiss him. ]
It's alright.
[ To the baby dokkaebi, his voice is gentle. When the body you belong to is a confusion of different directives and skewed emotions, it's scarcely its fault for making a decision based on unreliable information. To Agent Choi, the hand wrapped around his mouth lingers, tightening at his jaw like a restrained warning before acquiescing to Soleum's will, sinking lower. He avoids his scar entirely, pressing down on the sharp outline of his collarbone peeking out from his undershirt, the couch further depressing beneath his weighted form. ]
Just once.
[ He can't say he understands the desire from the other agent's end, but it's more convenient to believe there isn't anything to understand, or discern, or pick at the skin of. He remembers Agent Choi could also be that kind of person. Someone unserious, just trying to scratch an impulse or push a reaction.
If that's all this is — it's a bit of a shame, but that's just the remnant of the fanboy in him. Ultimately, he it takes the pressure off of Soleum, gives him the permission he needs to finally meet Agent Choi in the middle. The contact is chaste, held back by the reluctance he still feels, the anxiety that once again he's getting away with something he shouldn't. Probably, he should be concentrating on the heat of Agent Choi's mouth, following the practiced movements of his lips, but… it's all so odd. He should have a framework to fall back on for how this works, where to touch, how to move, but he can't remember any of it. Can't know if this is a disappointing display or just barely good enough. ]
[The gentle tone that's so at odds with how he was speaking to Choi just moments ago sends a thrum of - ah, is it affection? It's just so charming, to see him acting this sweet right in front of him. He was like this with that boy earlier, seeming so pleased with himself for doing the right thing. Seeing him off properly. It's the same way he speaks to the dokkaebi that's just trying to do what it thinks its master wants.]
[The smile below the hand isn't a smirk. It's not full, but it's not mocking or weak or wary. Nervous, maybe - that Soleum will still deny this, but he's good at hiding that fear. He waits patiently, even his hand gone still, but on that finally-granted allowance, his smile grows with honest relief.]
[Just once. What is that, he thinks about asking - One kiss, one go, one...? Their lips meet and he doesn't risk interrupting to confirm.]
[The hand grasped around Soleum's waist rises in an instant, immediately sinking into his hair as Choi leans forward into him. His hand squeezes tight around his fingers and his lips part in expectation - but he feels it almost immediately, the uncertain way he moves, the lack of experience, the slow anxiety that's building around the ever-present hesitation. Choi doesn't care. He seriously doesn't care - He tilts his head, letting his eyes close as he gratefully sinks into him and kisses him openly, greedily. There's no playing or teasing.]
Soleum - [He kisses him deeper. Grips his hair to tug him in close so he can tilt his head and plunge into his mouth with his tongue. He's waited long enough. Who cares if this looks desperate?]
[The smile below the hand isn't a smirk. It's not full, but it's not mocking or weak or wary. Nervous, maybe - that Soleum will still deny this, but he's good at hiding that fear. He waits patiently, even his hand gone still, but on that finally-granted allowance, his smile grows with honest relief.]
[Just once. What is that, he thinks about asking - One kiss, one go, one...? Their lips meet and he doesn't risk interrupting to confirm.]
[The hand grasped around Soleum's waist rises in an instant, immediately sinking into his hair as Choi leans forward into him. His hand squeezes tight around his fingers and his lips part in expectation - but he feels it almost immediately, the uncertain way he moves, the lack of experience, the slow anxiety that's building around the ever-present hesitation. Choi doesn't care. He seriously doesn't care - He tilts his head, letting his eyes close as he gratefully sinks into him and kisses him openly, greedily. There's no playing or teasing.]
Soleum - [He kisses him deeper. Grips his hair to tug him in close so he can tilt his head and plunge into his mouth with his tongue. He's waited long enough. Who cares if this looks desperate?]
[ He would have been similarly as happy tonight talking to Agent Choi for a little longer inside this room, to fool him and not think about it as fooling him. Maybe he would have even had a second drink as they traveled between harmless questions, such as, What was the team like when you were the rookie? Or, Have you made any friends with the other new hires yet? Maybe he would come away with more insight into the location of the documents Director Ho needs, maybe not, but he wouldn't have regretted the evening, whether it benefited his mission or not. And as he would get up to leave, Soleum would remember Agent Choi's first lighter in his pocket. If he decided to return it, maybe the man would laugh, tell him to keep it, and maybe he would, maybe he would keep it for as long as he could.
Agent Choi kisses like he's trying to communicate his hunger, and he's got no applicable words in the human language to play vehicle for him.
It's disorienting to keep up with how his mouth sweetly arches in when it seems Soleum might be pulling back, and when it's the opposite problem, to know the exact place the agent wants him to suckle at. Soleum's glasses aren't even situated on the bridge of his nose anymore, the lenses smeared and fogged up with their breaths; it's after the thing has bumped up into the other agent's brow the third time that he shucks them off, the sound of it clattering to the floor somewhere distant to his ears.
Right then, the hand swamped inside his curls drives him forward. He's not expecting it, shifting his weight up his body, untucking Agent Choi's shirt with the adjustment, his bent knee hitting up again his now bared hip, buzzing lips swept apart to welcome the dive of his tongue. ] Mm…! [ A soft sound seeps out between their mouths, confused by the slick sensation, but moaning through the intrusion. He can feel Agent Choi glide against his top teeth, as if counting the whole row of them, before tangling in with Soleum's much meeker tongue. He tries to imitate a skill he doesn't have, the tip of his tongue flicking out to touch points with Agent Choi's, circling the rough-textured edges of him — he can still taste the wheat of his beer, and less apparently, the rice cake sauce brushing up against his palate. But it's good. Not only good, it's addictive enough to be habit-forming. The more they kiss, the more it seems Agent Choi crawls inside of him, spinning a web so thick he can't imagining coughing him out. ]
Agent Choi kisses like he's trying to communicate his hunger, and he's got no applicable words in the human language to play vehicle for him.
It's disorienting to keep up with how his mouth sweetly arches in when it seems Soleum might be pulling back, and when it's the opposite problem, to know the exact place the agent wants him to suckle at. Soleum's glasses aren't even situated on the bridge of his nose anymore, the lenses smeared and fogged up with their breaths; it's after the thing has bumped up into the other agent's brow the third time that he shucks them off, the sound of it clattering to the floor somewhere distant to his ears.
Right then, the hand swamped inside his curls drives him forward. He's not expecting it, shifting his weight up his body, untucking Agent Choi's shirt with the adjustment, his bent knee hitting up again his now bared hip, buzzing lips swept apart to welcome the dive of his tongue. ] Mm…! [ A soft sound seeps out between their mouths, confused by the slick sensation, but moaning through the intrusion. He can feel Agent Choi glide against his top teeth, as if counting the whole row of them, before tangling in with Soleum's much meeker tongue. He tries to imitate a skill he doesn't have, the tip of his tongue flicking out to touch points with Agent Choi's, circling the rough-textured edges of him — he can still taste the wheat of his beer, and less apparently, the rice cake sauce brushing up against his palate. But it's good. Not only good, it's addictive enough to be habit-forming. The more they kiss, the more it seems Agent Choi crawls inside of him, spinning a web so thick he can't imagining coughing him out. ]
[His glasses clatter off somewhere and Choi laughs into the kiss, not stopping for a moment. His chuckles halt on that first moan as if he's a hunter and just heard the telltale sign of his prey's footfalls - but unlike a hunter, he has no patience in this actual act. He moves quickly from there with the hand in his hair gliding down his cheek, down his jaw, tilting him this way and that as his fingers drag across skin and grip against bone. Soleum said 'just once' and Choi will take that as a threat he needs to coax him down from.]
[He can taste so much of him, from the cigarette to the beer to the gochujang to the slightly salty sweat around his lips. He finally releases his hand in favor of joining the other, both hands now cupping his jaw and fingers curling against skin to frame his face as he continues his hungry hunt.]
[When he finally pulls back to take a breath, heavy and wet, Choi opens his eyes to look at Soleum from mere centimeters away, exhaling as he licks his lips. Then he goes back in - along the seam of his lips, up his jaw as he manipulates his head to turn and open the path for him. He kisses his skin and follows a dried line of sweat down to the edge of his chin and begins to move lower still, toward his neck as one hand reaches down to tug open his collar and give him the access he wants.]
[He can taste so much of him, from the cigarette to the beer to the gochujang to the slightly salty sweat around his lips. He finally releases his hand in favor of joining the other, both hands now cupping his jaw and fingers curling against skin to frame his face as he continues his hungry hunt.]
[When he finally pulls back to take a breath, heavy and wet, Choi opens his eyes to look at Soleum from mere centimeters away, exhaling as he licks his lips. Then he goes back in - along the seam of his lips, up his jaw as he manipulates his head to turn and open the path for him. He kisses his skin and follows a dried line of sweat down to the edge of his chin and begins to move lower still, toward his neck as one hand reaches down to tug open his collar and give him the access he wants.]
[ The trajectory of his touch is nowhere close to a query in Soleum's mind. He registers his fingertips skating across his face, being led and moved and poised to Agent Choi's liking, but beyond that he relishes in having a singular focus. A goal that isn't a wish, isn't just the call of home, a labyrinthine flight path out from near-constant fear. Like this, all he has to concentrate on is inhaling the heat generated by the collision of their lips, and it feels — it feels — ]
Wait, [ he hoarsely calls out as Agent Choi moves away, but then he's there again, and Soleum is relaxing into the second kiss like it's natural. Like he's forgotten something important. His brow furrows when he leaves again, eyes opening a sliver, watching in a lost stupor as his senior mouths a trail down to his neckline, the top buttons his shirt popping open without a hint of resistance. Wherever he touches, his skin feels too warm, like his nerves are already anticipating where he'll touch next and clustering there to maximize his sensitivity. He can't seem to catch his breath like this, can't clear the fuzziness from his head. ]
A-Agent.
[ Soleum pants out through a half-lidded gaze, his real hand pressed to Agent Choi's forehead to obstruct him from continuing. The look he gives him softens. ]
I think that's enough. [ His thumb brushes his bangs out from the blue of his eyes. ] We should get going. It's getting late.
Wait, [ he hoarsely calls out as Agent Choi moves away, but then he's there again, and Soleum is relaxing into the second kiss like it's natural. Like he's forgotten something important. His brow furrows when he leaves again, eyes opening a sliver, watching in a lost stupor as his senior mouths a trail down to his neckline, the top buttons his shirt popping open without a hint of resistance. Wherever he touches, his skin feels too warm, like his nerves are already anticipating where he'll touch next and clustering there to maximize his sensitivity. He can't seem to catch his breath like this, can't clear the fuzziness from his head. ]
A-Agent.
[ Soleum pants out through a half-lidded gaze, his real hand pressed to Agent Choi's forehead to obstruct him from continuing. The look he gives him softens. ]
I think that's enough. [ His thumb brushes his bangs out from the blue of his eyes. ] We should get going. It's getting late.
[He sounds so good worked up, his voice rough and weak and the way his muscles weaken and settle as Choi works - and then he's got a hand on his head and he looks up, openly surprised.]
[...Huh.]
Soleum-ah...
[He moves back up, undeterred by the touch or the words. Choi sits with their lips so close again, close enough to exchange breaths as their combined warmth pushes it out faster. He thinks about that quiet Wait and very nearly can't help but close the distance and give him what he so obviously wants again, give him what they both want. Such an odd way to respond.]
You remember... my advice, don't you?
[Ahh, he can't help it. He presses his lips against his again, his hands lowering to his shoulders as his thumbs dig into his collar. Slowly, he drags kisses over his mouth and along his cheek, like he just can't hold back. Like he's doing it out of some kind of habit.]
Asking for help when you need it... [Another kiss, this one lower on his jaw, a tinge of teeth to it to feel how his skin feels along the bone. A bit deeper of a taste.] It's hard to do, right? [He can't possibly stop now. He trails his way upward along his jaw.] Mm - But... It's essential. [One hand presses closer to his neck to try and guide him to tilt his head to the side, allow him better access as he gets closer to his ear.] I want to - know what you need. [A kiss right below his lobe.] What you want.
[...Huh.]
Soleum-ah...
[He moves back up, undeterred by the touch or the words. Choi sits with their lips so close again, close enough to exchange breaths as their combined warmth pushes it out faster. He thinks about that quiet Wait and very nearly can't help but close the distance and give him what he so obviously wants again, give him what they both want. Such an odd way to respond.]
You remember... my advice, don't you?
[Ahh, he can't help it. He presses his lips against his again, his hands lowering to his shoulders as his thumbs dig into his collar. Slowly, he drags kisses over his mouth and along his cheek, like he just can't hold back. Like he's doing it out of some kind of habit.]
Asking for help when you need it... [Another kiss, this one lower on his jaw, a tinge of teeth to it to feel how his skin feels along the bone. A bit deeper of a taste.] It's hard to do, right? [He can't possibly stop now. He trails his way upward along his jaw.] Mm - But... It's essential. [One hand presses closer to his neck to try and guide him to tilt his head to the side, allow him better access as he gets closer to his ear.] I want to - know what you need. [A kiss right below his lobe.] What you want.
[ What I want?
The real thing, he can't say. His mind moves in circles around the other, though. The one trapped in this room with them like a ghost he's been trying not to acknowledge, to give power to, but what keeps Agent Choi sullying his teeth with the salt off Soleum's skin for. He observes him through the far corner of his eye, his last kiss still stinging the spot he'd laid it, spreading down his neck like a feverish rash.
At first, he merely thinks about it, but he can't maintain it. So after only a few seconds, his face turns, lips brushing the high point of the agent's cheekbone; he turns more, catching the corner of his mouth, hands groping at his hips for something to hold on to when his forehead falls into the long wind of Agent Choi's neck. ]
I just want to be more like you.
[ This again. But it's not a lie. It never was. ]
If I let tonight go, will I be closer to that?
The real thing, he can't say. His mind moves in circles around the other, though. The one trapped in this room with them like a ghost he's been trying not to acknowledge, to give power to, but what keeps Agent Choi sullying his teeth with the salt off Soleum's skin for. He observes him through the far corner of his eye, his last kiss still stinging the spot he'd laid it, spreading down his neck like a feverish rash.
At first, he merely thinks about it, but he can't maintain it. So after only a few seconds, his face turns, lips brushing the high point of the agent's cheekbone; he turns more, catching the corner of his mouth, hands groping at his hips for something to hold on to when his forehead falls into the long wind of Agent Choi's neck. ]
I just want to be more like you.
[ This again. But it's not a lie. It never was. ]
If I let tonight go, will I be closer to that?
[This again. His voice doesn't sound like it did before - pithy, a little pitiable, evasive and meant to create guilt. Choi tilts his head back at first, then moves closer instead, nuzzling his cheek against the side of Soleum's head as he smiles.]
I wouldn't lead you down the wrong path.
[He doesn't know how to guide toward a goal like the one he's expressed because it's not one he thinks Soleum is serious about. There's something deeper he's after, and he doesn't know what it is yet, but would acquiescing right now get him to whatever it is? Would it risk Choi's wellbeing to allow him there? He doesn't know. So much about their work is dealing with the unknown and balancing it carefully against a gut feeling.]
[Right now, his gut is screaming that he wants to kiss Kim Soleum until he's drooling his own spit and can no longer ask any stupid questions.]
["Are you positive you weren't contaminated earlier?" he had asked him. Choi had considered giving a smarmy sort of reply - Yeah, probably since the moment we met.]
You're not going to fall, Soleum.
[And, greedily, he tries to start kissing his way back down, searching for an opening of skin to lead him back to his lips.]
I wouldn't lead you down the wrong path.
[He doesn't know how to guide toward a goal like the one he's expressed because it's not one he thinks Soleum is serious about. There's something deeper he's after, and he doesn't know what it is yet, but would acquiescing right now get him to whatever it is? Would it risk Choi's wellbeing to allow him there? He doesn't know. So much about their work is dealing with the unknown and balancing it carefully against a gut feeling.]
[Right now, his gut is screaming that he wants to kiss Kim Soleum until he's drooling his own spit and can no longer ask any stupid questions.]
["Are you positive you weren't contaminated earlier?" he had asked him. Choi had considered giving a smarmy sort of reply - Yeah, probably since the moment we met.]
You're not going to fall, Soleum.
[And, greedily, he tries to start kissing his way back down, searching for an opening of skin to lead him back to his lips.]
[ He doesn't have to search far.
Soleum's buried face rolls on its side, meeting his mouth as soon as he ducks in — this time, he surges at him with a hint of added eagerness to match the agent's own. Kissing him harder, graver, his desperation showing through like a lamplight, guiding him. Or like there's a ticker hidden somewhere inside his head, in his heart, maybe in the compartment of his tattoo, either way it'll blow when it'll blow, so they better get their last rites in now.
Still straddling him, still running his tongue inside his cheeks, Soleum hoists up onto his knees, the front of their belts buckle to buckle. You're not going to fall, he said, but it feels that way. Freefall. His ears are ringing, the back of his neck is sweating, there are lights dancing in his eyes — the symptoms his body exhibits when he's trapped in a darkness. When he's tired of it all. When he's scared. He doesn't have a parachute, but he has Agent Choi, right here, right now, for a small footnote of his story; he does what anyone would do in this situation, when you want someone. Seizing either side of his senior's face, Soleum bows him backward, forcing them both to collapse back into the frayed couch cushions. There isn't a world where he could seriously dream of overpowering him, so he expects some indulgence, a little cooperation on his end.
This sort of thing, a nasty romp between coworkers, it's what Agent Choi wanted from the beginning, wasn't it?
Remembering how keenly Agent Choi seemed to want to get under his collar, or perhaps he was only looking to get under his skin, his fingers tuck into the knot of his tie. He pulls, and the outer neck of it shortly unravels along with the rest. Then part of his shirt comes undone. Well, only about halfway, however, until his embarrassment catches up to him again, but it's enough to reveal a lithe strip of his chest, red splotched across his otherwise pale flesh. ]
Ah, um — sir. [ His cheek turns, breaking the kiss. ] Is this what you were trying to get to before?
Soleum's buried face rolls on its side, meeting his mouth as soon as he ducks in — this time, he surges at him with a hint of added eagerness to match the agent's own. Kissing him harder, graver, his desperation showing through like a lamplight, guiding him. Or like there's a ticker hidden somewhere inside his head, in his heart, maybe in the compartment of his tattoo, either way it'll blow when it'll blow, so they better get their last rites in now.
Still straddling him, still running his tongue inside his cheeks, Soleum hoists up onto his knees, the front of their belts buckle to buckle. You're not going to fall, he said, but it feels that way. Freefall. His ears are ringing, the back of his neck is sweating, there are lights dancing in his eyes — the symptoms his body exhibits when he's trapped in a darkness. When he's tired of it all. When he's scared. He doesn't have a parachute, but he has Agent Choi, right here, right now, for a small footnote of his story; he does what anyone would do in this situation, when you want someone. Seizing either side of his senior's face, Soleum bows him backward, forcing them both to collapse back into the frayed couch cushions. There isn't a world where he could seriously dream of overpowering him, so he expects some indulgence, a little cooperation on his end.
This sort of thing, a nasty romp between coworkers, it's what Agent Choi wanted from the beginning, wasn't it?
Remembering how keenly Agent Choi seemed to want to get under his collar, or perhaps he was only looking to get under his skin, his fingers tuck into the knot of his tie. He pulls, and the outer neck of it shortly unravels along with the rest. Then part of his shirt comes undone. Well, only about halfway, however, until his embarrassment catches up to him again, but it's enough to reveal a lithe strip of his chest, red splotched across his otherwise pale flesh. ]
Ah, um — sir. [ His cheek turns, breaking the kiss. ] Is this what you were trying to get to before?
[Finally, finally! he wants to yell. Finally he's getting exactly what he's been after. It's like seeing the escape route open, the door swing wide, the sight of freedom mere steps away and nothing is chasing you. Choi hums happily as Soleum meets his enthusiasm and eagerly tilts back to kiss him when he rises up.]
[Until he's lowered down, which he doesn't fight, either. His hands wrap around his back instead and roll their way up and down his spine, tracing over his white shirt as he tilts his head to wrap his tongue around his. Soleum is moving above him and he assumes with excitement that he's going to take off his shirt or something and even reaches toward the hem to help with it when he suddenly pulls back, showing his cheek which Choi continues kissing without stopping, even as he speaks.]
[...What? What was he trying to get to? Kissing his junior? His eyes travel down toward the revealed skin of his throat - and Choi's eyes widen in unconcealed delight.]
[He doesn't give him a verbal answer aside from a pleased hum as he leans upward. He sinks into his throat, kissing open, sloppy presses against his neck and down to his chest and all the while his hands start to move to wrap around to his front. He needs to get the rest of his shirt off. Actually, if he doesn't, he'll end up ripping the fabric and he's sure Soleum will be upset and break all this perfect enthusiasm despite all of them having spare uniforms, okay? Can't he be a little enthusiastic without worrying about decorum?]
Mm, Soleum - [He starts at the buttons. He nibbles gently on his skin then kisses the same spot. Not nearly hard or sharp enough to leave any lasting mark, but this is something Choi has heard of and is well acquainted with called cuteness aggression, he thinks. How badly he wants to wrap his arms around him and squeeze, chew, and bite from face to fingers. Ugh, his junior is just so cute.] That's good, right?
[Until he's lowered down, which he doesn't fight, either. His hands wrap around his back instead and roll their way up and down his spine, tracing over his white shirt as he tilts his head to wrap his tongue around his. Soleum is moving above him and he assumes with excitement that he's going to take off his shirt or something and even reaches toward the hem to help with it when he suddenly pulls back, showing his cheek which Choi continues kissing without stopping, even as he speaks.]
[...What? What was he trying to get to? Kissing his junior? His eyes travel down toward the revealed skin of his throat - and Choi's eyes widen in unconcealed delight.]
[He doesn't give him a verbal answer aside from a pleased hum as he leans upward. He sinks into his throat, kissing open, sloppy presses against his neck and down to his chest and all the while his hands start to move to wrap around to his front. He needs to get the rest of his shirt off. Actually, if he doesn't, he'll end up ripping the fabric and he's sure Soleum will be upset and break all this perfect enthusiasm despite all of them having spare uniforms, okay? Can't he be a little enthusiastic without worrying about decorum?]
Mm, Soleum - [He starts at the buttons. He nibbles gently on his skin then kisses the same spot. Not nearly hard or sharp enough to leave any lasting mark, but this is something Choi has heard of and is well acquainted with called cuteness aggression, he thinks. How badly he wants to wrap his arms around him and squeeze, chew, and bite from face to fingers. Ugh, his junior is just so cute.] That's good, right?
[ Puffs of heated air stagger past Soleum's lips like the smoking habit's caught up to him already, and he's just reaping what he sows as Agent Choi sucks, scrapes, mouths wherever he pleases. It doesn't matter how his kisses connect, the sensation drops straight to a deeper, giddier place within.
It's funny, the most he's seen him so excited has been during team dinners or when he's talking about sports betting with some of the other agents. Never quite like this, though. This, it's a lot more attention from him than he knows what to do with. But he is enjoying it, mainly because it seems to be something Agent Choi is taking full pleasure in himself. Makes him preen and grin and laugh like a teenager doing it all for the first time — if it weren't for how deftly he works at each button, how his movements never hitch or hesitate, he might have even believed that to be the case.
With a shiver, Soleum's hand smooths down the agent's side, pressing to his rib cage without really pushing or gripping him hard at all, the presence there to remind him to slow, slow it down, except perhaps the ask comes too late. ]
…Yes. [ His assent, too, comes late, waiting for the pair of footsteps in the outer hallway to finish walking past their room before he continues, his volume dropped to a hushed: ] Good. You're doing good, sir. We should probably lock the door.
[ But he doesn't get up.
When his shirt splits apart, fully opened now, his stomach pinches, as if flinching inward to avoid Agent Choi's roving gaze, face hunched down. Attempting to busy himself, a soft rustle of fabric comes from where Soleum's hands have moved to his senior's waistline; part of his shirt hem is half-pulled, anyway, so the rest comes undone easily. He pauses for a moment, thinking, before sliding the the crumpled end of his dress shirt, plus the dark undershirt beneath, up the scarred sculpt of his navel. ]
Can I, ah… touch you here?
It's funny, the most he's seen him so excited has been during team dinners or when he's talking about sports betting with some of the other agents. Never quite like this, though. This, it's a lot more attention from him than he knows what to do with. But he is enjoying it, mainly because it seems to be something Agent Choi is taking full pleasure in himself. Makes him preen and grin and laugh like a teenager doing it all for the first time — if it weren't for how deftly he works at each button, how his movements never hitch or hesitate, he might have even believed that to be the case.
With a shiver, Soleum's hand smooths down the agent's side, pressing to his rib cage without really pushing or gripping him hard at all, the presence there to remind him to slow, slow it down, except perhaps the ask comes too late. ]
…Yes. [ His assent, too, comes late, waiting for the pair of footsteps in the outer hallway to finish walking past their room before he continues, his volume dropped to a hushed: ] Good. You're doing good, sir. We should probably lock the door.
[ But he doesn't get up.
When his shirt splits apart, fully opened now, his stomach pinches, as if flinching inward to avoid Agent Choi's roving gaze, face hunched down. Attempting to busy himself, a soft rustle of fabric comes from where Soleum's hands have moved to his senior's waistline; part of his shirt hem is half-pulled, anyway, so the rest comes undone easily. He pauses for a moment, thinking, before sliding the the crumpled end of his dress shirt, plus the dark undershirt beneath, up the scarred sculpt of his navel. ]
Can I, ah… touch you here?
[He absolutely does not care about the door right now. No one is going to come in here since it's right at the time everyone would be going home - The night shift will take emergency calls and the departing staff will drop all notices in the mailboxes outside the door. This is what Choi tells himself as he stares openly at Soleum's exposed body when all the buttons are split apart.]
[It's probably indecent to be this captivated by the appearance of your hubae's bare chest, skinny and accented with the starts of muscle. His stomach that dips inward as if avoiding a knife. Choi wonders at it, licking his lips briefly. If he could pull him upward further and tug him all the way over his face, if he could explore every inch of his skin and figure out the exact spot that makes him wrench in pleasure, what would make him keen and whimper - But his hubae is just as busy, it seems, his hands anxiously fighting to undo his shirt, pressing it up and revealing his own stomach in turn. This one doesn't bow away.]
Ah - Yeah. Of course. [It's odd to be asked permission. Didn't he just take and take a moment ago, charting a ravenous course and planting his flag wherever he pleased on Soleum...? Choi shifts a little to allow his shirt up further and slides a hand up his own chest, grinning as it exposes more skin.] You can touch me wherever you like, hubae-nim. Wherever.
[He brushes Soleum's cheek with his other hand, rubbing a thumb over his cheeks as he comes to better see the face before him. He's not used to it - Soleum without those glasses, plain-faced, a little mussed up. He runs his fingers through his hair as if to neaten it but it sends static through the strands instead, making them float briefly as he passes through.]
I want to see you really greedy, too, okay? [And he smiles a little wider.] Show me.
[It's probably indecent to be this captivated by the appearance of your hubae's bare chest, skinny and accented with the starts of muscle. His stomach that dips inward as if avoiding a knife. Choi wonders at it, licking his lips briefly. If he could pull him upward further and tug him all the way over his face, if he could explore every inch of his skin and figure out the exact spot that makes him wrench in pleasure, what would make him keen and whimper - But his hubae is just as busy, it seems, his hands anxiously fighting to undo his shirt, pressing it up and revealing his own stomach in turn. This one doesn't bow away.]
Ah - Yeah. Of course. [It's odd to be asked permission. Didn't he just take and take a moment ago, charting a ravenous course and planting his flag wherever he pleased on Soleum...? Choi shifts a little to allow his shirt up further and slides a hand up his own chest, grinning as it exposes more skin.] You can touch me wherever you like, hubae-nim. Wherever.
[He brushes Soleum's cheek with his other hand, rubbing a thumb over his cheeks as he comes to better see the face before him. He's not used to it - Soleum without those glasses, plain-faced, a little mussed up. He runs his fingers through his hair as if to neaten it but it sends static through the strands instead, making them float briefly as he passes through.]
I want to see you really greedy, too, okay? [And he smiles a little wider.] Show me.
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