[ 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. ]
[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.]
[ 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.
[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.
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. ]
[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.]
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?
[ 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. ]
[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.
[ So many questions Soleum could ask about what greed looks like to him, but for what? Agent Choi already provided a firsthand example just now; a quick glance downward shows the nibbles clustered at the delicate stroke between his pecs, goosebumped from the trails of saliva cooling across his skin. He knows from that alone that they're incredibly different. Greedy for Soleum is simpler, less extraordinary, as seen in the way his pitch-dark lashes flutter low and his head tilts toward the most insignificant of the agent's touches, like a lazy feline basking in a lance of light. Like he doesn't even feel the prick of electricity that comes with it.
It's unfortunate that he knows his senior as well as he does, because he knows he wouldn't stop here. Knows every action he commits to is one he takes as if he'll lose sleep over it, otherwise. So to be like him, Soleum has to think like an abnormal person would.
That's the reasoning he goes in with, sinking lower to Agent Choi's supple abdomen, close enough to receive an eyeful of his bellybutton. The feathery strands of hair patching the skin right below. Looking up at the agent, his cheek rests on the rise of his hipbone. ]
More scars here than I thought… [ He caresses the strong pucker of his tanned stomach, rubbing along the shadow of toned muscle. Curious, but sedate in his interest compared to his colleague's energetic exploration. Soleum's lips brush against the same lining of hip he's leaned against, his tongue sweeping at the dip in a darted movement. ] So it's not just your belongings you're careless with.
[ Face turning, he burrows his nose directly into his navel, breathing in. Here, he doesn't get as much of the city. Just sweat, just salt teasing his mouth. He kisses at his stomach again, continuing from one sizable scar to the next, teeth grazing the edge of each one, drifting nearer to the belt of his pants until his mouth has carefully settled on the warm press of Agent Choi's clothed crotch. It's more lingering than the other kisses, the flat of his tongue dragging up the zipper flap, and then he does two more times after, wetting through the material. ]
[Choi told him to be greedy but, as he's realizing, their definition of the word is quite different. Given how he had reacted to the kiss he expected more of that - wanted more of that, his lips wet and ready to continue locking with his - but as Soleum instead turns his focus down low, Choi thinks: No way, is he...?]
Haha... I wouldn't call it careless. [He always laughs when he's anxious. He sets a hand on the edge of the couch, shifting to try and adjust his legs. Like he might need to provide more space.] It's like the bike... When I can use it for a greater good, what's the harm? [In that case, investigating stuff for Baekho; In this case, giving Soleum a map to explore. He watches with a lopsided smile, lips twitching with nerves as he runs up and down a few of the marks that line his skin. He thinks to tell him something about one - Maybe that one, from a Daydreamer, he wants to comment, from a bad altercation when they got a little territorial. But his words are jumbled in his throat, his gut telling him to shut up. That he doesn't want to distract him. That cats get spooked if you try and corral them, right?]
[Soleum's teeth drag down his skin and Choi feels the hair on his neck stand tall, his eyes widening and smile growing. They clink against his belt next and keep moving down even further and then his tongue comes out, the pressure heavy right over his crotch, the wet warmth and humidity of his breath flooding through the fabric and making his foot twitch. Soleum drags his tongue over him and Choi lets out a low hum, teeth grit tight behind his lips, the desire to say something to him - tell him that feels good, to keep going, to do it again, but no, no, he can't spook him. Soleum keeps lapping against his clothed cock and Choi finally reaches down to sweep his bangs out of his eyes. He strokes his fingers through his hair as he lets out a shaky breath and dares to finally open his mouth. His nails scrape against his scalp as he speaks quietly.]
I really never know what you're going to do... [Can he be jealous of his own dick right now? How badly he wants to feel Soleum lick over his mouth right now, feel the press of his tongue and the heat of it in a more immediate way. Has he always been this impatient? Shit, how annoying.] You always have something up your sleeve, Soleum-ah, don't you?
[ The touch to his scalp prompts a quick glance up at him, checking that it's not a halting signal, before coming back down again. ]
You've… got the wrong idea. I've never done this before.
[ Agent Choi says it like it's a slip-fast trick. Like he's been lying in wait for the moment to employ his mouth right here on him, exactly where it is now, sucking and holding and tampering with the hard evidence of his senior agent's arousal wedged between the pitted shape of his teeth and the flex of his tongue. But that's just…
Annoyed, a tapered huff hits the moist, dark spot fanning along his lap, as if he wants him to feel how much he disagrees. Hands working open the clip to his belt, he steals the zipper with his teeth. Takes his time to streak it down the bumpy curve of Agent Choi's bulge, the run clean, yet careful to not let the zipper jam or seize at the thinner fabric underneath.
Soleum imagines and reimagines his actions like someone self-obsessed with constructing his own losses across a game board. Taking the safe approach, changing his mind, switching a play over to swipe at a gain that'll serve him well ten moves ahead if he can make it there, if he can just skirt by a little longer, and then sometimes he loses, anyway. Sometimes he can't predict himself.
Things were never meant to whirl this out of control. Seduction or promiscuity, any techniques like that had never crossed his mind because he knew they wouldn't work. Wouldn't land with someone like Agent Choi. A person who believes in the Disaster Management Bureau's core principle of utilitarianism would sooner cause greater harm to himself than jeopardize the greater good of his brothers-in-arms and the citizens he's sworn to protect for a hasty rendezvous. So he'd gone with a more nondescript approach, easy to sell and easier to swallow. Getting close was supposed to go as far as snooping at his desk, not nosing his face in the fine line imprinting the agent's navel, left behind by the folded open waistband to his pants.
All this to say: He's unsure what he's doing, why he's doing it, if his heart is hammering because he knows he's playing everything by ear or because he has this niggling feeling Agent Choi is the one seducing him.
His mouth closes back around the bulge; like this, he can actually make out the veins of his cock past his underclothes. The wetness from lapping at his pants had soaked in some, but not enough to Soleum's liking, his hot breath steaming up against him as he continues kissing him. ]
[The way Choi's dick flinches once he has fully digested those words should be shameful. It happens as Soleum begins to undo the close of his belt and his teeth guide down the zipper. Because at first, he doesn't really believe him. Someone who pulled him down so expertly, who began lapping his way along his waist and thighs and dragged his tongue so perfectly over him, who is now doing exactly that again but with one less layer in between - No, it's just not possible, right? He's putting on some kind of act of being a virgin, of being inexperienced and shy.]
[...But someone like Soleum wouldn't do that, would he?]
[He's shivering, Choi realizes, the hot-cold rush running through his blood making his muscles tense and his cock now fully tented in his underwear. Habitually he wants to reach down and free himself, feel Soleum's tongue on his skin directly, see how he takes the taste or the texture or the weight of it - "I've never done this before." He still can't fully believe it. Is he just... trying to arouse him?]
Soleum... Ah - [He wants to ask him but he shuts himself up when he realizes he's about to. Were you being serious? You've done this before, right? Even though you kissed me like a high schooler, that's just because you're nervous, right? His face feels uncomfortably warm, the heat sticky and the sweat that's long since dried now melting to fall back down his temples.]
Soleum... That's good, like that.
[What the hell does he say to a virgin who seems to know exactly what Choi wants...? His skin is on fire, his cock hard and tall and so badly he wants to pull Soleum down by the hair and prove that he does know how to do this. Watch him deepthroat him in one go and let Choi call his bluff. It would be as if he'd told him he's never explored a supernatural disaster before. You? Someone like you? Do you even see yourself right now?!]
Hah - Haha... [He's not mocking him, he swears! Choi reaches down to glide a hand through his hair again, trying so badly to see every inch of his face, watch his tongue as it slides over his clothed - No, fuck, fuck being clothed! His other hand jolts to the edge of his pants and he says, almost too hastily,] I'll take this off now, right? [As if he's asking for permission.]
[ He said it was good, but… he's acting in a way Soleum's never seen referenced in his wiki page before. Jumpy and startled. Laughing for no reason. In more familiar territory, he'd be able tell whether the hairline twitch of his fingers are a good or bad indication. What it means when he's calling for his hubae, not Soleum by name. If he's being teased.
But as they are now, his mouth massaging around the thickness of him, the most intimate he's been with a person in recent or long past memory, he can't help wondering. Could it be that he was only praising Soleum to mollify him? Hurry him to get this over with? That doesn't sound like the Agent Choi he thinks he knows, but he's finding that he doesn't know much about this side of him at all. He can rely on the fact that he knows him to be a kind person, that he takes special care of his vast array of connections, but there comes a point for anyone…
Ah, this is so embarrassing. He doesn't want things to end like this. Should he try harder to appeal to him? ]
That's fine, [ is the response he grants Agent Choi as his neck retreats back, giving nothing away that the words have been mustered out of him. His appearance tells a different story. Plainly, he looks like he ran all the way back to the bureau from Itaewon instead of pedaled — the warm sheen to his cheeks and his swollen lips team up to disturb an, otherwise, untouchably neutral expression. Part of his shirt collar is pulled slightly off-center from his shoulder; he reaches over to tug it back into propriety. The breath he takes is a bracing one. ]
I won't stop you. [ Rather, he'll even assist. Which is what he does soon after: Gently, his hands push past the agent's, taking the lead in grabbing at the sides of his trousers and rolling the extraneous layers down his thighs. ] Agent-nim, if I can make a request — [ He helps his legs out of them until they eventually spill over into a neat pile beside the leg of the couch. ] Please let me know if there's anything I can do better. I have a long way to catch up to you, so…
[ Crawling back over him, Soleum lowers down to his stomach and — genuinely, he wants to stare, but he pushes past the urge, taking the tilted angle of his erection in hand. The sight of it by itself makes his stomach weak and restless, his head dizzy. With a confidence he doesn't feel an ounce of, he pets at his head, not quite palming it, but getting used to the sensation. Like tentatively giving attention to a dog who's just sniffed at your hand for the first time. ]
You can get like this, too, huh… [ A mortifying thought comes to him. Is this how the inside of his underwear looks right now? No. Ignore it. ] Do you like to start from the tip?
[How can he look so calm when his face is burning so bright...? Choi stares at the sight before him when Soleum lifts his head, his eyes wide and smile growing. Ah, shit. He's so cute. This really is cuteness aggression, isn't it?]
[He shifts his hips to get his pants off, moving his legs to assist as much as he can without knocking Soleum off and begins to pull off the collared shirt before pausing when he makes his request. He falls still, smile fading a little with something like concentration, ready to accept whatever it is he's going to ask...]
[...until he actually says it, and Choi thinks he can't possibly feel any hotter than he is at this exact moment.]
Ha...
[The clothes drop down with a thump. Choi, now only in his undershirt, is still staring at him, stock-still. Processing. If there's anything I can do better. ...He's doing this on purpose, right? But this is definitely the Soleum he knows, the one who is a little demure, a little passive, but always eager. Always too eager to do the right thing. Will insist on saving every child instead of just the number they were sent to rescue. Will destroy a disaster instead of simply cleaning it up. Will ask for advice before performing a blowjob, playing up his inexperience. If he suddenly wrapped his lips around him and gave him the best head of Choi's life - he wouldn't even be able to question it.]
[The first direct touch makes him lick his lips, shifting a little beneath him. At the murmured observation, his smile twitches. You don't know the half of it, he thinks to say, but manages to keep his stupid mouth shut. When he asks him that question, again he thinks to say something idiotic and corny, but - that request. He swallows. He really meant it, didn't he? For someone who accomplishes things so effortlessly and better than anyone could ask, his self esteem really is in the gutter. Does he even realize that Choi's as hard as he is because of Soleum's own actions and words?]
Well... I like to see what my partner wants to do. [He steadies his voice after the first word, recognizing the bubble of anxious desire that makes it wobble. Another swallow.] You said this is your first time, so... [Ahh. His first time. Choi's face is so red, repeating that for himself.] I want to see you do it however you like. [There's no manual for a blowjob, after all. No post-it notes he could add in the margins. He wants to see Soleum conquer this disaster on his own.]
[...Steady, Choi. He's still your junior. With that thought, he continues, forcing his voice even and gentle.]
You don't need to worry about... catching up, of course. This is for the both of us only. [He runs his hand through his hair before curling against his cheek, rubbing his thumb over the high point. It's so smooth, so warm... When he has him flipped over after this, he's definitely going to have to hold himself back a little bit. Has to make sure he remains gentle about all of this.] I want to see what Soleum-ah wants to do.
[ When he says it like that. Smiles at him like he's not purely worked up from drunken lust, but something — unclear. Something that outdances his understanding of the man in front of him… ]
I'll… try not to disappoint.
[ He swallows. It's mean how his body transforms into a product of cause and effect, heat and electricity poured into one vessel. Helplessly, his stomach overturns with questions yet to take shape, yet to run ceaseless laps in his mind and keep company with his other anxieties at night.
At least the effort Agent Choi puts into being nice and sweet and reassuring isn't lost on him, bearing fruit in that Soleum doesn't immediately succumb to mortification, the light fondling of his tip escalating into unreserved pump of his good hand, filming his bubbling slick down the stretch of his flesh. His other arm is but a limp drape of fabric at his side; at some point, he'd signaled to the little one to rest for the night, and it'd scampered off to recharge inside its lantern. He'd prefer it not have to see something like this. It takes some repositioning of his knees to accommodate the absence, but he hastens back into focus the second the agent's fingers steady at his cheek. The texture of his voice almost as silky as the folds of his cock beneath his palm, dragging with his movements. There's a tightness to his speech, he notes, like he's exerting the full range of his self-control just to refrain from purring. He'd think of Agent Choi as cute if it didn't feel like so incomplete a description — no, pornographic is what he is. Way too arousing and… and provocative. Agent Choi isn't cute at all.
Gathering a breath, Soleum releases it as he bends over Agent Choi's thighs, wetting his lips right before he presses them to the plushest part of his head, sipping the syrupy pre straight from his slit with little suckles. His head turns, plunging over the side of his cock to follow the thrumming outline one of his veins, lips puckered around the ridge as he slowly sinks sideways down his length. Easy, like pushing a hand into memory foam. The hunch of his neck deepens, making his shoulders more angular, the tiny humps of his spine protruding through the back of his shirt.
…This part of Agent Choi, it tastes different from when we're kissing.
Obviously, this comes as no surprise. His navel, his lips, his teeth, the lining of his gums — all of him tasted different, new to him each time, and it's this thought he seems to derive the real amusement from, a laughing hum rising from his throat. To think that he could explore and explore, and still miss so much. He continues toward the bottom, a brief kiss fluttering against his scrotum, before he pulls a long, unhampered lick up the underside of his genitals. He lashes flutter up, locking eyes with Agent Choi as he takes himself back to the open glare of his cock and gulps him down to about half-mast, where the edge his lips meet the rim of his fist, briefly. He bobs backward, pulls off completely just to take another gasping breath to prepare for his next push back down. ]
[Again, even in moments like this, it's impossible to predict him. Will he go right down on him? Maybe kiss the underside first, or lick the top like a piece of candy? There are so many options and every single one so alluring, so insane to think about. Soleum is adorable, he's so cute that Agent Choi wants to crush him in his arms - but he's sexy, too, isn't he? Especially when his lips press right against the crown of his cock.]
Hah....
[He sucks on him like he's a too-full mug of coffee, gathering his pre before it can spill down the sides and make a mess. Choi follows the way he slides down him with his lips kissing all the way, not even blinking once as he watches his movements. It's so - sexy. It's so fucking hot. When he chuckles against him it sends a vibrating hum up that sensitive skin and Choi takes in a tight breath. His mind is firing on all cylinders, he can't even get the extra RAM to ask him why the hell he's laughing right now, is any of this funny? Some of it is funny, actually. This entire situation is funny. Soleum stroking him with one hand as he wraps his lips around him and then looks up at him is - ]
Mmm...!
[Cute. Sexy. Too much. He can't stop smiling, staring down at him as he pops off before moving right back down. That's exactly it, he wants to say, like he's praising him or something, but full words aren't a good idea right now when too many of them might ruin this whole situation. His cock is hard and tall and each time Soleum strokes his fist down and follows it with the opposite tug of his mouth, spreading his foreskin down and revealing his sensitive head... Shit, he's just so cute.]
Soleum-ah... [He should shut up, he should seriously shut up.] Your - If you use your tongue, it might make me go crazy, you know? [Seriously, he should shut up. What the hell is he trying to do, warn him or provoke him? What if he gets the wrong idea? Actually, wouldn't that be better? He could last even longer and experience the plush feeling inside his cheeks for as long as he can hold out. But, god, his tongue, that one long lick he did all the way up. He needs to feel that again.]
[ Breaths, pants, the muffle of a gasp like it's colliding into a wall of clenched teeth. Soleum can feel every echo of his reactions pulsing against his mouth, and he drinks it up like he's a reservoir for all the little things he never knew about him. Back when he worked for a normal company, had friends he talked to regularly, led a safe and steady life, he'd caught himself imagining it more than once. How shaky Agent Choi would sound in a situation like this, how eager. Not for any real reason. It's just these thoughts occur to a person when the only thing you're excited to do when they return home is read about some fictional character. Play house with the idea of him. It's normal: You think about him somewhere existing, having fun. Caring about someone. It makes you happy.
But now that he can look up and see his flushed smile hovered over him, hear him say his name, it feels like a dream. Not in the poetic sense — he feels crazy. Turned on, but crazy, as if he might blink, black out, and see the ceiling, see the morning light invading his room. The TV he left turned on last night. His work alarm beeping on his nightstand. And he doesn't want it, and that's crazy. Because what all of this was for was to go back that one place.
Then Agent Choi says that. That thing about using his tongue. ]
Ah?
[ Soleum's brows twitch. His mouth pauses in the middle of taking part of Agent Choi's cock to the roof of his mouth, and he really blinks, but nothing goes dark. He isn't transported anywhere. He looks at his senior, pondering for an extended moment.
He — hasn't already gone crazy?
Suddenly, he thinks it might be nice to have some company.
With a short glide of his lips, he pulls up. Not off, just up, enough for the tip of his tongue to dip slightly under the layer of tucked back foreskin, toying with it, tracing under it. His hand gives Agent Choi a good squeeze as he gives his the rounded face of his drooling glans another lick. And another for good measure before he swirls his tongue around him.
Like this? That's what Soleum seems to ask with his next hum, lilted like a question mark. ]
[Didn't he just warn him? And he even paused, as if weighing the odds, measuring whether the water was warm enough, if the sky looked like rain. He said it was his first time but Soleum's tongue laps around him like he's paid him to do this.]
Ah - Yeah -
[It's embarrassing how high his voice can get in this kind of moment. Always like he's on the edge of bursting out laughing, unable to contain himself. He's not even fully licking him. The pressure of the point of his tongue, right where he's most sensitive, it's like stabbing a needle full of pure pleasure into his bloodstream. He wants to thrust into his throat, wants to grab his head and hold him in place, wants to watch his eyes water and roll and, and - ]
[Steady, steady. Soleum hums and Choi repeats himself, his voice shaky.] Yeah - That... [He has no idea what this is doing to him, does he? The way his brow went tight just then, his surprised little sound, the way his fingers grip around him as he swirls the tip of his tongue against him - He has no idea how badly he wants to take this further and how much sheer force he's exerting to keep from scaring him off to the point of requesting a transfer to Baekho. Or worse.]
[He swallows.]
All the way down... If you... When you go down, and press against it - but use your lips over your teeth, you'll - Ah - [Shiiiit, he just imagined Soleum gagging on him and he kind of wants to jerk off on his face. No!] Mm, I just, want to feel you... You're so warm, I mean, your...
[He strokes through his hair and reaches to cup the side of his face, his other arm helping him to perch up on his elbow. He doesn't want to risk falling back or closing his eyes for even a moment.]
...You just feel really good, Soleum-ah. [He never imagined he would get to say something like that.]
[ If you're not used to it, you don't have to push too deep. Keep your teeth back. Breathe through your nostrils.
He may not have a manual for what he's doing, buttering up his superior in enough saliva to drown in, but he likes to think of himself as a logical person. When a ghost story isn't pushing the limits of his wits to the brink, when the vestiges of contamination aren't unmooring his better judgment, Soleum can usually examine his circumstances through an objective and discerning lens. Can puzzle out two and two, right from wrong, little attachment involved, with or without his senior's instruction.
Of course, every illusion of rationality vanishes the precise moment Agent Choi catches him at his worst, most defenseless. He holds him, pets him, says that last part like he really, truly, wants to keep him, and at the very end, Soleum shivers, reflexively inhales — his mistake punches a hole through him in an instant. The swelling cock plugging his lips brooks no quarter, a series of uncontained coughs imploding in his mouth, rattling his teeth, his chest, but he doesn't let go of the agent. ] Mrmmph, mm…! [ Just keeps pressing forth as he does with anything, scrunching his watering eyes closed. The grip of his puckered mouth tightens as he bobs deeper around Agent Choi, tongue swishing alongside his shaft, as if enticing him farther inside.
After some time, the gagging subsides. His discomfort replaced by a prickly sensation tickling the end of his nose. In front of him, when he squints open his eyes, is a dark clot of curly hairs, and a sweaty musk permeating his sense of smell. He managed to get this far down after all that?
Soleum whimpers, a controlled flow of air snaking inside his nose, like he's trying to calm himself. His pace devolves somewhat into more of a jerking motion, the wrap of his mouth skidding back up, then shoving down again, the head of his cock painfully jamming into the rear most part of his palate. Not quite all the way fitted to his throat; it must be the angle. ]
[The sensation of Soleum choking around him shoots a spark of panic through Choi, his eyes springing wide and the hand on his cheek suddenly reaching toward his elbow, ready to tug him back or do something, to coax him back, settle himself - but his hand flinches in hesitation all the same, captivated by the sight. Soleum with his mouth full of him, his lips wrapped around his length, his tongue pressed along the underside, eyes clenched shut, little tears welling up in the corners. The humming whimper when his coughs subside should be criminal. He reaches a little further with the intent to find his other hand and it's only then he realizes... it's gone. The goblin has flown the coop for the night.]
[...Probably for the best, as the further down Soleum gets, the more lewd the whole scene sounds. If it's not from the wet sound of his mouth and tongue, the saliva coating him and the brief suckling noises as he works his way and occasionally adjusts around it, then the sound of Choi's heavier breaths, the shudders as he parts his lips, the low groans when he closes them - those are all fit for a porno, not a quaint office like this. Not that he's never imagined it. Not that he's never pictured these same noises but in reverse, Soleum gripping the edge of the desk as his body is wracked with shivers and Choi swallows him down noisily and lewdly, eager to hear him lose himself, to break more sounds out of him.]
[...He only imagined it once or twice, though.]
Hah, Soleum -
[He doesn't know what to do with him all the way down, because the instinct is to thrust toward where it feels tightest and warmest, but with his cock pressed against the top of his mouth it keeps that temptation at bay for the moment. What he really wants to do is touch him in return, his hand flailing a little without something to hold onto or somewhere to go so he sets it on top of his head. Not pushing, not pulling - at first. He smooths his hair down, combs it out of his face. When his eyes open and Choi sees the slightly uncomfortable look... It's the angle, he recognizes, the way the head of his cock presses against the back of his palate. He moves, slowly, his leg sliding out to warn him of the impending motion before he gently attempts to straighten out the angle and search for something more pleasing - ]
Aha -
[ - Which is along the flat of his tonuge, toward the tempting heat of his throat, the tighter warmth that's dripping wet and perfectly lubricated for a thrust, just a single guiding motion, and Choi pushes forward without letting himself think too deeply and if the hand in his hair grips a little tighter to keep him from redirecting during that motion - He's just turned on, okay? His hand quickly loosens after that first push and he quickly says,] Sorry, sorry - [And guides himself back. But there's no hiding the way his eyes dilated a little at that smoother, faster push.]
[ Soleum senses a subtle turning in his mouth. The bump of Agent Choi's foot to the back of his leg.
His always-racing mind accepts the following supposition as easily as it supplies it: Ah, he's finished with me.
The thought is only there for a microscopic second. In and out, a cockroach flitting between the veil of a shelf that carries all his understanding of the Dark Exploration Records to some other dreary recess inside his head. But like a feline pouncing out at just the right time to overturn the crawling thing on its back, he recognizes the successive tight-knuckled twist pulling at his scalp for some fashion of desire. Reminds himself of the fragmented noises singing from the agent just a moment ago. He likes what they're doing, thinks a misguided night like this is worth it, wants Soleum touching him for reasons he can't dissect here. Possibly not ever, if he hopes to complete the conditions of his infiltration, but that's neither here nor there…
The tension in his jaw slackens as Agent Choi holds him inert, the rounded edges of his mouth widening even more to take him in. The feel of warm cock clearing past his tonsils, dragging against that dark back exit opening into his throat. The pressure shrinks his airway; it was a challenge to breathe before, but in that brief instant his forehead is nearly flush to his pelvis, a faint gurgle rises from Soleum, traces of translucent spittle gathering at the far corners of his lips, eyes dimming. Agent Choi retreats soon after, apologizes, but he can't for the life of him understand why.
Initially, Soleum thought he might want more time to acclimate to this type of intimacy. Savor it. He still aches for that — more time to enjoy the weight of his senior tying him down. But also, when Agent Choi stares at him, breathless and feverish, unabashedly exerting a patience he's never known him to have to avoid bucking into his mouth… He half wants to believe that he's doing this on purpose, that it's strategic. But he knows better, knows that line of reasoning is for his own convenience. That he can't help his own temptation to give in to what Agent Choi wants without an excuse like that. What else does he have to offer him, anyway? Nothing he does now will make up for how Soleum's going to stain him, this team, the people who sat here on this couch before him and pondered what would happen after they left the waiting room. Maybe this preemptive consolation will only make matters worse. Maybe he's just consoling himself at the end of the day.
Hand closed around the agent's thigh, Soleum sweeps up to the top of his moistened dick without haste, parting ways from it for a quick inhale puffing past his lips, barely any wait between as he sinks back down into him. Agent Choi will notice that he dips back-and-forth along the span of his cock with greater urgency, the rush disarranging his bangs, getting in the way his eyes, but not the heavy strokes of his tongue. Clinging to Agent Choi as if attempting to take the stretch of his skin with him, whichever direction he's bobbing in.
It's a pace he sets, but it's not one he imagines sustaining for too long — or being able to — so it's then the placement of his fingers inch lower, trusting Agent Choi to hold him up, even if it's by the roots of his hair. He skims under the soft bounce of his balls but decides to pass them over to cross his perineum, dipping into the slick of his slobber that's sloped down the crevice, and landing at the outset of his rim. Just the tip of his finger teases his hole, shallowly bridging inside. Like everything else he's done tonight thus far, it's his first time. Is this how you do it? ]
[That was dangerous, Choi thinks. He almost got too into it. Scared him off. Soleum pulls fully off and Choi exhales a breath he had no idea was stuck in his lungs and expects a pause. Expects he'll need a second to refresh, to take a break. He had no expectation that he's going to dive right back down and start going even harder.]
[How he expects to hold a pace like that is beyond him, but it's also not really something he's thinking about or trying to math out. He can't. The feeling of his lips around him is mind-boggling. The way he sucks down on him, how they go tight the further down he goes and then pull closed just a bit more when retreating to the tip, the sound of his spit slurping against him, the warm-cold-warm of his mouth being replaced by the stark chill of the office the moment it's pulled away. The sight. The sight of it. Soleum focused on one thing, tackling one task to its completion. He's always been such a focused guy, so dedicated to his task and never giving up even after things approach top speed. Is this the exact same to him?]
[He's not even feeling his hand moving, the inch of his fingers downward. Choi can't think about anything but the sight he can see, the dip-pull of his mouth, can't even think about the groans and sounds spilling from his mouth. How he can't even keep his grasp on his hair, gave up on that the moment the strength left his body. But then he feels the sudden press inward and sucks in the breath he let out what feels like ages ago. His eyes go wide. His leg jerks and pulls upward, to the side. Granting space.]
That...
[Of all the things he thought Soleum would do in this encounter, that one didn't even make it on the bottom of the list.]
[It's also suddenly given his empty, longing hand something to do. Choi whips it down to his thigh and pulls it open, his back shifting to allow more room to do so. Somehow the shock of the intrusion has woken him out of the spell for enough time to process something about what's happened, that Soleum responded with intensity to that initial tug. He hasn't forgotten the words he said that hit him hardest, that this is his first time, that he's "never done this before" (oh, god, never done this before...). But he also can't ignore the reaction he gave to that harsher tug and gliding of his cock and - and this is for both of them, isn't it? He wants Soleum to feel good, too. He wants him to enjoy this. And even though he sputtered and choked and gagged and drooled around him, even though his eyes went a little dark, he... He definitely had to have enjoyed that.]
Soleum-ah - Want me to...?
[But he doesn't wait for an actual answer, his fingers simply tightening in his hair to give him a warning before he tugs him downward an inch further, testing the motion, salivating in the feeling of him going lower before pulling him back, then goes again a little lower. And again. He doesn't take over his pace, doesn't change his speed or anything, but instead uses his leverage to simply pull him down further on each dip, feels that tightening in his throat and the warm glide along his tongue. Then releases, every time, even lets him pull back, himself, if he wants. But his hand doesn't leave either way, ready to do it again once he's recovered.]
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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. ]
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[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.]
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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.
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[...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.
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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?
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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.]
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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?
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[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?
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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?
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[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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It's unfortunate that he knows his senior as well as he does, because he knows he wouldn't stop here. Knows every action he commits to is one he takes as if he'll lose sleep over it, otherwise. So to be like him, Soleum has to think like an abnormal person would.
That's the reasoning he goes in with, sinking lower to Agent Choi's supple abdomen, close enough to receive an eyeful of his bellybutton. The feathery strands of hair patching the skin right below. Looking up at the agent, his cheek rests on the rise of his hipbone. ]
More scars here than I thought… [ He caresses the strong pucker of his tanned stomach, rubbing along the shadow of toned muscle. Curious, but sedate in his interest compared to his colleague's energetic exploration. Soleum's lips brush against the same lining of hip he's leaned against, his tongue sweeping at the dip in a darted movement. ] So it's not just your belongings you're careless with.
[ Face turning, he burrows his nose directly into his navel, breathing in. Here, he doesn't get as much of the city. Just sweat, just salt teasing his mouth. He kisses at his stomach again, continuing from one sizable scar to the next, teeth grazing the edge of each one, drifting nearer to the belt of his pants until his mouth has carefully settled on the warm press of Agent Choi's clothed crotch. It's more lingering than the other kisses, the flat of his tongue dragging up the zipper flap, and then he does two more times after, wetting through the material. ]
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Haha... I wouldn't call it careless. [He always laughs when he's anxious. He sets a hand on the edge of the couch, shifting to try and adjust his legs. Like he might need to provide more space.] It's like the bike... When I can use it for a greater good, what's the harm? [In that case, investigating stuff for Baekho; In this case, giving Soleum a map to explore. He watches with a lopsided smile, lips twitching with nerves as he runs up and down a few of the marks that line his skin. He thinks to tell him something about one - Maybe that one, from a Daydreamer, he wants to comment, from a bad altercation when they got a little territorial. But his words are jumbled in his throat, his gut telling him to shut up. That he doesn't want to distract him. That cats get spooked if you try and corral them, right?]
[Soleum's teeth drag down his skin and Choi feels the hair on his neck stand tall, his eyes widening and smile growing. They clink against his belt next and keep moving down even further and then his tongue comes out, the pressure heavy right over his crotch, the wet warmth and humidity of his breath flooding through the fabric and making his foot twitch. Soleum drags his tongue over him and Choi lets out a low hum, teeth grit tight behind his lips, the desire to say something to him - tell him that feels good, to keep going, to do it again, but no, no, he can't spook him. Soleum keeps lapping against his clothed cock and Choi finally reaches down to sweep his bangs out of his eyes. He strokes his fingers through his hair as he lets out a shaky breath and dares to finally open his mouth. His nails scrape against his scalp as he speaks quietly.]
I really never know what you're going to do... [Can he be jealous of his own dick right now? How badly he wants to feel Soleum lick over his mouth right now, feel the press of his tongue and the heat of it in a more immediate way. Has he always been this impatient? Shit, how annoying.] You always have something up your sleeve, Soleum-ah, don't you?
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You've… got the wrong idea. I've never done this before.
[ Agent Choi says it like it's a slip-fast trick. Like he's been lying in wait for the moment to employ his mouth right here on him, exactly where it is now, sucking and holding and tampering with the hard evidence of his senior agent's arousal wedged between the pitted shape of his teeth and the flex of his tongue. But that's just…
Annoyed, a tapered huff hits the moist, dark spot fanning along his lap, as if he wants him to feel how much he disagrees. Hands working open the clip to his belt, he steals the zipper with his teeth. Takes his time to streak it down the bumpy curve of Agent Choi's bulge, the run clean, yet careful to not let the zipper jam or seize at the thinner fabric underneath.
Soleum imagines and reimagines his actions like someone self-obsessed with constructing his own losses across a game board. Taking the safe approach, changing his mind, switching a play over to swipe at a gain that'll serve him well ten moves ahead if he can make it there, if he can just skirt by a little longer, and then sometimes he loses, anyway. Sometimes he can't predict himself.
Things were never meant to whirl this out of control. Seduction or promiscuity, any techniques like that had never crossed his mind because he knew they wouldn't work. Wouldn't land with someone like Agent Choi. A person who believes in the Disaster Management Bureau's core principle of utilitarianism would sooner cause greater harm to himself than jeopardize the greater good of his brothers-in-arms and the citizens he's sworn to protect for a hasty rendezvous. So he'd gone with a more nondescript approach, easy to sell and easier to swallow. Getting close was supposed to go as far as snooping at his desk, not nosing his face in the fine line imprinting the agent's navel, left behind by the folded open waistband to his pants.
All this to say: He's unsure what he's doing, why he's doing it, if his heart is hammering because he knows he's playing everything by ear or because he has this niggling feeling Agent Choi is the one seducing him.
His mouth closes back around the bulge; like this, he can actually make out the veins of his cock past his underclothes. The wetness from lapping at his pants had soaked in some, but not enough to Soleum's liking, his hot breath steaming up against him as he continues kissing him. ]
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["I've never done this before," meaning...]
[...He's never done this before?!]
[The way Choi's dick flinches once he has fully digested those words should be shameful. It happens as Soleum begins to undo the close of his belt and his teeth guide down the zipper. Because at first, he doesn't really believe him. Someone who pulled him down so expertly, who began lapping his way along his waist and thighs and dragged his tongue so perfectly over him, who is now doing exactly that again but with one less layer in between - No, it's just not possible, right? He's putting on some kind of act of being a virgin, of being inexperienced and shy.]
[...But someone like Soleum wouldn't do that, would he?]
[He's shivering, Choi realizes, the hot-cold rush running through his blood making his muscles tense and his cock now fully tented in his underwear. Habitually he wants to reach down and free himself, feel Soleum's tongue on his skin directly, see how he takes the taste or the texture or the weight of it - "I've never done this before." He still can't fully believe it. Is he just... trying to arouse him?]
Soleum... Ah - [He wants to ask him but he shuts himself up when he realizes he's about to. Were you being serious? You've done this before, right? Even though you kissed me like a high schooler, that's just because you're nervous, right? His face feels uncomfortably warm, the heat sticky and the sweat that's long since dried now melting to fall back down his temples.]
Soleum... That's good, like that.
[What the hell does he say to a virgin who seems to know exactly what Choi wants...? His skin is on fire, his cock hard and tall and so badly he wants to pull Soleum down by the hair and prove that he does know how to do this. Watch him deepthroat him in one go and let Choi call his bluff. It would be as if he'd told him he's never explored a supernatural disaster before. You? Someone like you? Do you even see yourself right now?!]
Hah - Haha... [He's not mocking him, he swears! Choi reaches down to glide a hand through his hair again, trying so badly to see every inch of his face, watch his tongue as it slides over his clothed - No, fuck, fuck being clothed! His other hand jolts to the edge of his pants and he says, almost too hastily,] I'll take this off now, right? [As if he's asking for permission.]
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But as they are now, his mouth massaging around the thickness of him, the most intimate he's been with a person in recent or long past memory, he can't help wondering. Could it be that he was only praising Soleum to mollify him? Hurry him to get this over with? That doesn't sound like the Agent Choi he thinks he knows, but he's finding that he doesn't know much about this side of him at all. He can rely on the fact that he knows him to be a kind person, that he takes special care of his vast array of connections, but there comes a point for anyone…
Ah, this is so embarrassing. He doesn't want things to end like this. Should he try harder to appeal to him? ]
That's fine, [ is the response he grants Agent Choi as his neck retreats back, giving nothing away that the words have been mustered out of him. His appearance tells a different story. Plainly, he looks like he ran all the way back to the bureau from Itaewon instead of pedaled — the warm sheen to his cheeks and his swollen lips team up to disturb an, otherwise, untouchably neutral expression. Part of his shirt collar is pulled slightly off-center from his shoulder; he reaches over to tug it back into propriety. The breath he takes is a bracing one. ]
I won't stop you. [ Rather, he'll even assist. Which is what he does soon after: Gently, his hands push past the agent's, taking the lead in grabbing at the sides of his trousers and rolling the extraneous layers down his thighs. ] Agent-nim, if I can make a request — [ He helps his legs out of them until they eventually spill over into a neat pile beside the leg of the couch. ] Please let me know if there's anything I can do better. I have a long way to catch up to you, so…
[ Crawling back over him, Soleum lowers down to his stomach and — genuinely, he wants to stare, but he pushes past the urge, taking the tilted angle of his erection in hand. The sight of it by itself makes his stomach weak and restless, his head dizzy. With a confidence he doesn't feel an ounce of, he pets at his head, not quite palming it, but getting used to the sensation. Like tentatively giving attention to a dog who's just sniffed at your hand for the first time. ]
You can get like this, too, huh… [ A mortifying thought comes to him. Is this how the inside of his underwear looks right now? No. Ignore it. ] Do you like to start from the tip?
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[He shifts his hips to get his pants off, moving his legs to assist as much as he can without knocking Soleum off and begins to pull off the collared shirt before pausing when he makes his request. He falls still, smile fading a little with something like concentration, ready to accept whatever it is he's going to ask...]
[...until he actually says it, and Choi thinks he can't possibly feel any hotter than he is at this exact moment.]
Ha...
[The clothes drop down with a thump. Choi, now only in his undershirt, is still staring at him, stock-still. Processing. If there's anything I can do better. ...He's doing this on purpose, right? But this is definitely the Soleum he knows, the one who is a little demure, a little passive, but always eager. Always too eager to do the right thing. Will insist on saving every child instead of just the number they were sent to rescue. Will destroy a disaster instead of simply cleaning it up. Will ask for advice before performing a blowjob, playing up his inexperience. If he suddenly wrapped his lips around him and gave him the best head of Choi's life - he wouldn't even be able to question it.]
[The first direct touch makes him lick his lips, shifting a little beneath him. At the murmured observation, his smile twitches. You don't know the half of it, he thinks to say, but manages to keep his stupid mouth shut. When he asks him that question, again he thinks to say something idiotic and corny, but - that request. He swallows. He really meant it, didn't he? For someone who accomplishes things so effortlessly and better than anyone could ask, his self esteem really is in the gutter. Does he even realize that Choi's as hard as he is because of Soleum's own actions and words?]
Well... I like to see what my partner wants to do. [He steadies his voice after the first word, recognizing the bubble of anxious desire that makes it wobble. Another swallow.] You said this is your first time, so... [Ahh. His first time. Choi's face is so red, repeating that for himself.] I want to see you do it however you like. [There's no manual for a blowjob, after all. No post-it notes he could add in the margins. He wants to see Soleum conquer this disaster on his own.]
[...Steady, Choi. He's still your junior. With that thought, he continues, forcing his voice even and gentle.]
You don't need to worry about... catching up, of course. This is for the both of us only. [He runs his hand through his hair before curling against his cheek, rubbing his thumb over the high point. It's so smooth, so warm... When he has him flipped over after this, he's definitely going to have to hold himself back a little bit. Has to make sure he remains gentle about all of this.] I want to see what Soleum-ah wants to do.
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I'll… try not to disappoint.
[ He swallows. It's mean how his body transforms into a product of cause and effect, heat and electricity poured into one vessel. Helplessly, his stomach overturns with questions yet to take shape, yet to run ceaseless laps in his mind and keep company with his other anxieties at night.
At least the effort Agent Choi puts into being nice and sweet and reassuring isn't lost on him, bearing fruit in that Soleum doesn't immediately succumb to mortification, the light fondling of his tip escalating into unreserved pump of his good hand, filming his bubbling slick down the stretch of his flesh. His other arm is but a limp drape of fabric at his side; at some point, he'd signaled to the little one to rest for the night, and it'd scampered off to recharge inside its lantern. He'd prefer it not have to see something like this. It takes some repositioning of his knees to accommodate the absence, but he hastens back into focus the second the agent's fingers steady at his cheek. The texture of his voice almost as silky as the folds of his cock beneath his palm, dragging with his movements. There's a tightness to his speech, he notes, like he's exerting the full range of his self-control just to refrain from purring. He'd think of Agent Choi as cute if it didn't feel like so incomplete a description — no, pornographic is what he is. Way too arousing and… and provocative. Agent Choi isn't cute at all.
Gathering a breath, Soleum releases it as he bends over Agent Choi's thighs, wetting his lips right before he presses them to the plushest part of his head, sipping the syrupy pre straight from his slit with little suckles. His head turns, plunging over the side of his cock to follow the thrumming outline one of his veins, lips puckered around the ridge as he slowly sinks sideways down his length. Easy, like pushing a hand into memory foam. The hunch of his neck deepens, making his shoulders more angular, the tiny humps of his spine protruding through the back of his shirt.
…This part of Agent Choi, it tastes different from when we're kissing.
Obviously, this comes as no surprise. His navel, his lips, his teeth, the lining of his gums — all of him tasted different, new to him each time, and it's this thought he seems to derive the real amusement from, a laughing hum rising from his throat. To think that he could explore and explore, and still miss so much. He continues toward the bottom, a brief kiss fluttering against his scrotum, before he pulls a long, unhampered lick up the underside of his genitals. He lashes flutter up, locking eyes with Agent Choi as he takes himself back to the open glare of his cock and gulps him down to about half-mast, where the edge his lips meet the rim of his fist, briefly. He bobs backward, pulls off completely just to take another gasping breath to prepare for his next push back down. ]
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Hah....
[He sucks on him like he's a too-full mug of coffee, gathering his pre before it can spill down the sides and make a mess. Choi follows the way he slides down him with his lips kissing all the way, not even blinking once as he watches his movements. It's so - sexy. It's so fucking hot. When he chuckles against him it sends a vibrating hum up that sensitive skin and Choi takes in a tight breath. His mind is firing on all cylinders, he can't even get the extra RAM to ask him why the hell he's laughing right now, is any of this funny? Some of it is funny, actually. This entire situation is funny. Soleum stroking him with one hand as he wraps his lips around him and then looks up at him is - ]
Mmm...!
[Cute. Sexy. Too much. He can't stop smiling, staring down at him as he pops off before moving right back down. That's exactly it, he wants to say, like he's praising him or something, but full words aren't a good idea right now when too many of them might ruin this whole situation. His cock is hard and tall and each time Soleum strokes his fist down and follows it with the opposite tug of his mouth, spreading his foreskin down and revealing his sensitive head... Shit, he's just so cute.]
Soleum-ah... [He should shut up, he should seriously shut up.] Your - If you use your tongue, it might make me go crazy, you know? [Seriously, he should shut up. What the hell is he trying to do, warn him or provoke him? What if he gets the wrong idea? Actually, wouldn't that be better? He could last even longer and experience the plush feeling inside his cheeks for as long as he can hold out. But, god, his tongue, that one long lick he did all the way up. He needs to feel that again.]
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But now that he can look up and see his flushed smile hovered over him, hear him say his name, it feels like a dream. Not in the poetic sense — he feels crazy. Turned on, but crazy, as if he might blink, black out, and see the ceiling, see the morning light invading his room. The TV he left turned on last night. His work alarm beeping on his nightstand. And he doesn't want it, and that's crazy. Because what all of this was for was to go back that one place.
Then Agent Choi says that. That thing about using his tongue. ]
Ah?
[ Soleum's brows twitch. His mouth pauses in the middle of taking part of Agent Choi's cock to the roof of his mouth, and he really blinks, but nothing goes dark. He isn't transported anywhere. He looks at his senior, pondering for an extended moment.
He — hasn't already gone crazy?
Suddenly, he thinks it might be nice to have some company.
With a short glide of his lips, he pulls up. Not off, just up, enough for the tip of his tongue to dip slightly under the layer of tucked back foreskin, toying with it, tracing under it. His hand gives Agent Choi a good squeeze as he gives his the rounded face of his drooling glans another lick. And another for good measure before he swirls his tongue around him.
Like this? That's what Soleum seems to ask with his next hum, lilted like a question mark. ]
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[Didn't he just warn him? And he even paused, as if weighing the odds, measuring whether the water was warm enough, if the sky looked like rain. He said it was his first time but Soleum's tongue laps around him like he's paid him to do this.]
Ah - Yeah -
[It's embarrassing how high his voice can get in this kind of moment. Always like he's on the edge of bursting out laughing, unable to contain himself. He's not even fully licking him. The pressure of the point of his tongue, right where he's most sensitive, it's like stabbing a needle full of pure pleasure into his bloodstream. He wants to thrust into his throat, wants to grab his head and hold him in place, wants to watch his eyes water and roll and, and - ]
[Steady, steady. Soleum hums and Choi repeats himself, his voice shaky.] Yeah - That... [He has no idea what this is doing to him, does he? The way his brow went tight just then, his surprised little sound, the way his fingers grip around him as he swirls the tip of his tongue against him - He has no idea how badly he wants to take this further and how much sheer force he's exerting to keep from scaring him off to the point of requesting a transfer to Baekho. Or worse.]
[He swallows.]
All the way down... If you... When you go down, and press against it - but use your lips over your teeth, you'll - Ah - [Shiiiit, he just imagined Soleum gagging on him and he kind of wants to jerk off on his face. No!] Mm, I just, want to feel you... You're so warm, I mean, your...
[He strokes through his hair and reaches to cup the side of his face, his other arm helping him to perch up on his elbow. He doesn't want to risk falling back or closing his eyes for even a moment.]
...You just feel really good, Soleum-ah. [He never imagined he would get to say something like that.]
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He may not have a manual for what he's doing, buttering up his superior in enough saliva to drown in, but he likes to think of himself as a logical person. When a ghost story isn't pushing the limits of his wits to the brink, when the vestiges of contamination aren't unmooring his better judgment, Soleum can usually examine his circumstances through an objective and discerning lens. Can puzzle out two and two, right from wrong, little attachment involved, with or without his senior's instruction.
Of course, every illusion of rationality vanishes the precise moment Agent Choi catches him at his worst, most defenseless. He holds him, pets him, says that last part like he really, truly, wants to keep him, and at the very end, Soleum shivers, reflexively inhales — his mistake punches a hole through him in an instant. The swelling cock plugging his lips brooks no quarter, a series of uncontained coughs imploding in his mouth, rattling his teeth, his chest, but he doesn't let go of the agent. ] Mrmmph, mm…! [ Just keeps pressing forth as he does with anything, scrunching his watering eyes closed. The grip of his puckered mouth tightens as he bobs deeper around Agent Choi, tongue swishing alongside his shaft, as if enticing him farther inside.
After some time, the gagging subsides. His discomfort replaced by a prickly sensation tickling the end of his nose. In front of him, when he squints open his eyes, is a dark clot of curly hairs, and a sweaty musk permeating his sense of smell. He managed to get this far down after all that?
Soleum whimpers, a controlled flow of air snaking inside his nose, like he's trying to calm himself. His pace devolves somewhat into more of a jerking motion, the wrap of his mouth skidding back up, then shoving down again, the head of his cock painfully jamming into the rear most part of his palate. Not quite all the way fitted to his throat; it must be the angle. ]
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[...Probably for the best, as the further down Soleum gets, the more lewd the whole scene sounds. If it's not from the wet sound of his mouth and tongue, the saliva coating him and the brief suckling noises as he works his way and occasionally adjusts around it, then the sound of Choi's heavier breaths, the shudders as he parts his lips, the low groans when he closes them - those are all fit for a porno, not a quaint office like this. Not that he's never imagined it. Not that he's never pictured these same noises but in reverse, Soleum gripping the edge of the desk as his body is wracked with shivers and Choi swallows him down noisily and lewdly, eager to hear him lose himself, to break more sounds out of him.]
[...He only imagined it once or twice, though.]
Hah, Soleum -
[He doesn't know what to do with him all the way down, because the instinct is to thrust toward where it feels tightest and warmest, but with his cock pressed against the top of his mouth it keeps that temptation at bay for the moment. What he really wants to do is touch him in return, his hand flailing a little without something to hold onto or somewhere to go so he sets it on top of his head. Not pushing, not pulling - at first. He smooths his hair down, combs it out of his face. When his eyes open and Choi sees the slightly uncomfortable look... It's the angle, he recognizes, the way the head of his cock presses against the back of his palate. He moves, slowly, his leg sliding out to warn him of the impending motion before he gently attempts to straighten out the angle and search for something more pleasing - ]
Aha -
[ - Which is along the flat of his tonuge, toward the tempting heat of his throat, the tighter warmth that's dripping wet and perfectly lubricated for a thrust, just a single guiding motion, and Choi pushes forward without letting himself think too deeply and if the hand in his hair grips a little tighter to keep him from redirecting during that motion - He's just turned on, okay? His hand quickly loosens after that first push and he quickly says,] Sorry, sorry - [And guides himself back. But there's no hiding the way his eyes dilated a little at that smoother, faster push.]
Go at your pace, okay? Your pace.
[He's saying that for both of them to hear.]
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His always-racing mind accepts the following supposition as easily as it supplies it: Ah, he's finished with me.
The thought is only there for a microscopic second. In and out, a cockroach flitting between the veil of a shelf that carries all his understanding of the Dark Exploration Records to some other dreary recess inside his head. But like a feline pouncing out at just the right time to overturn the crawling thing on its back, he recognizes the successive tight-knuckled twist pulling at his scalp for some fashion of desire. Reminds himself of the fragmented noises singing from the agent just a moment ago. He likes what they're doing, thinks a misguided night like this is worth it, wants Soleum touching him for reasons he can't dissect here. Possibly not ever, if he hopes to complete the conditions of his infiltration, but that's neither here nor there…
The tension in his jaw slackens as Agent Choi holds him inert, the rounded edges of his mouth widening even more to take him in. The feel of warm cock clearing past his tonsils, dragging against that dark back exit opening into his throat. The pressure shrinks his airway; it was a challenge to breathe before, but in that brief instant his forehead is nearly flush to his pelvis, a faint gurgle rises from Soleum, traces of translucent spittle gathering at the far corners of his lips, eyes dimming. Agent Choi retreats soon after, apologizes, but he can't for the life of him understand why.
Initially, Soleum thought he might want more time to acclimate to this type of intimacy. Savor it. He still aches for that — more time to enjoy the weight of his senior tying him down. But also, when Agent Choi stares at him, breathless and feverish, unabashedly exerting a patience he's never known him to have to avoid bucking into his mouth… He half wants to believe that he's doing this on purpose, that it's strategic. But he knows better, knows that line of reasoning is for his own convenience. That he can't help his own temptation to give in to what Agent Choi wants without an excuse like that. What else does he have to offer him, anyway? Nothing he does now will make up for how Soleum's going to stain him, this team, the people who sat here on this couch before him and pondered what would happen after they left the waiting room. Maybe this preemptive consolation will only make matters worse. Maybe he's just consoling himself at the end of the day.
Hand closed around the agent's thigh, Soleum sweeps up to the top of his moistened dick without haste, parting ways from it for a quick inhale puffing past his lips, barely any wait between as he sinks back down into him. Agent Choi will notice that he dips back-and-forth along the span of his cock with greater urgency, the rush disarranging his bangs, getting in the way his eyes, but not the heavy strokes of his tongue. Clinging to Agent Choi as if attempting to take the stretch of his skin with him, whichever direction he's bobbing in.
It's a pace he sets, but it's not one he imagines sustaining for too long — or being able to — so it's then the placement of his fingers inch lower, trusting Agent Choi to hold him up, even if it's by the roots of his hair. He skims under the soft bounce of his balls but decides to pass them over to cross his perineum, dipping into the slick of his slobber that's sloped down the crevice, and landing at the outset of his rim. Just the tip of his finger teases his hole, shallowly bridging inside. Like everything else he's done tonight thus far, it's his first time. Is this how you do it? ]
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[How he expects to hold a pace like that is beyond him, but it's also not really something he's thinking about or trying to math out. He can't. The feeling of his lips around him is mind-boggling. The way he sucks down on him, how they go tight the further down he goes and then pull closed just a bit more when retreating to the tip, the sound of his spit slurping against him, the warm-cold-warm of his mouth being replaced by the stark chill of the office the moment it's pulled away. The sight. The sight of it. Soleum focused on one thing, tackling one task to its completion. He's always been such a focused guy, so dedicated to his task and never giving up even after things approach top speed. Is this the exact same to him?]
[He's not even feeling his hand moving, the inch of his fingers downward. Choi can't think about anything but the sight he can see, the dip-pull of his mouth, can't even think about the groans and sounds spilling from his mouth. How he can't even keep his grasp on his hair, gave up on that the moment the strength left his body. But then he feels the sudden press inward and sucks in the breath he let out what feels like ages ago. His eyes go wide. His leg jerks and pulls upward, to the side. Granting space.]
That...
[Of all the things he thought Soleum would do in this encounter, that one didn't even make it on the bottom of the list.]
[It's also suddenly given his empty, longing hand something to do. Choi whips it down to his thigh and pulls it open, his back shifting to allow more room to do so. Somehow the shock of the intrusion has woken him out of the spell for enough time to process something about what's happened, that Soleum responded with intensity to that initial tug. He hasn't forgotten the words he said that hit him hardest, that this is his first time, that he's "never done this before" (oh, god, never done this before...). But he also can't ignore the reaction he gave to that harsher tug and gliding of his cock and - and this is for both of them, isn't it? He wants Soleum to feel good, too. He wants him to enjoy this. And even though he sputtered and choked and gagged and drooled around him, even though his eyes went a little dark, he... He definitely had to have enjoyed that.]
Soleum-ah - Want me to...?
[But he doesn't wait for an actual answer, his fingers simply tightening in his hair to give him a warning before he tugs him downward an inch further, testing the motion, salivating in the feeling of him going lower before pulling him back, then goes again a little lower. And again. He doesn't take over his pace, doesn't change his speed or anything, but instead uses his leverage to simply pull him down further on each dip, feels that tightening in his throat and the warm glide along his tongue. Then releases, every time, even lets him pull back, himself, if he wants. But his hand doesn't leave either way, ready to do it again once he's recovered.]