[ 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. ]
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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. ]