[ 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.
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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.