[ 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. ]
no subject
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. ]