[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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[...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.]