[The flinching lips, the way his hand curls against his, his eyes darting mere millimeters to find a stable place to land - Choi watches every single motion, every twitch of adjustment, every small movement. He could write a dissertation on his thoughts about this behavior of Kim Soleum.]
[Like that, despite all that tension, all that anxiety and itching that flares through his junior, his voice is full of strength. Soleum straightens up and with the unamused look he still has pinned on Choi, anyone might take this for something out of a powerpoint on workplace harassment. He certainly looks the part of a leering senior. Too bad he doesn't care.]
That's where you think this comes from?
[He's teasing him. Picking at the thread he's so neatly laid out, tugging at the knots and stitches like a cat's claws in a woven sweater. He rolls his wrist to stretch out Soleum's in turn. He can feel every thump of blood through his veins, every moment his heart beats to try and cool the growing warmth. It plays in perfect echo with his own.]
I don't think I'm so cruel to use you like that, you know... [His other hand finally moves. Reaches to snag his hip and drag him upward, onto his legs. Wrapping his arm around his front to keep him locked against him, swapping heights so now Soleum is above him and Choi below - yet somehow, their lips are closer than ever. He's almost whispering when he speaks.] I told you, it's all about working together.
[ Whether he likes it or not, a gasp judders out through his one-eyed wince. The casual reversal spurs the tepid strands of easy-to-ignore interest into a seething cluster in his stomach. A dark bruise gaining traction with each damnable punch Agent Choi swings at his well-worn guard. The worst part is he's never been invulnerable to him, not even slightly; he's on his toes enough playing this role, but adding the watchfulness of Black Tortoise 1's most experienced agent — and his most favored one — to the mix has been catastrophic for his nerves. It's too much, and he's finally feeling his grip on the reins slipping into the distance.
What a mess. His lips are tingling like they've already shared a kiss, like just his breath is a bodily contact. That's how he can tell his sanity is breaking down. ]
Nn…
[ His teeth grits together. After all, he should have discarded all semblance of dignity and let himself avalanche flat off the couch. Now, the opportunity's flown by, and now he's at a loss as to how to look away from the yields of his own fatal mistake. Unsure if he wants to.
He's been drinking, a voice in the rearmost parts of Soleum's brain reminds him. They both have. A complicated gamut of emotions flashes across his face before he finally comes to some kind of decision. For an extensive second, he considers it. Passing his mouth over Agent Choi's just to see if he feels as good as he looks, eyeing his next move, anticipating it, testing Soleum's fortitude with the straddle of their clothed hips pinned together in a flush fit.
His chin sways forward — and then Soleum's dokkaebi hand, sensing its master's plight, sweeps in, clapped right over the agent's smart mouth just as his lips lower against the back of his own knuckles. The intervention seems to revive his wits, because his face retreats in an instant, gaze open wide in surprise until bleeding into a look of relief. What a close call. ]
You — so you don't even know how cruel you're being. [ He's pouting, a little annoyed at his own moment of weakness. ] Are you positive you weren't contaminated earlier, Agent Choi?
[It's like it actually happens, the way Choi feels the breath between them mixing and how the space separating them grows smaller and smaller. Soleum lets out that quiet noise and he thinks, Got him, expectations met. He leans forward just as Soleum does...]
[And blinks when a warm hand claps over his mouth.]
[He has to laugh. His eyes pinch in mirth as Soleum backs up, calls him out. Silly dokkaebi, thinking it knows what the greater body actually wants. Soleum asks if he might be contaminated and Choi doesn't pull the hand away to respond, only perks an eyebrow. Pointing out the obvious - So you're pretending you aren't being cruel, too?]
[But that's fine, isn't it? Dokkaebi are interesting when repairing bodies because they meld so finely with the original. Nerve endings, skin cells, muscle, bone. It's all linked perfectly. The palm over his mouth is no exception and even though it's done as a way to block, it's also a granting of something else in exchange. Choi presses his lips against that skin and drags them down and along it as his other hand continues to play and curl against the real, undamaged one.]
[He stares at Soleum all the while. Piercing, expectant. They both know what's going on. So his eyes finally give a different question after a moment, this one more of a request - Won't you cling to me, already?]
[ Drowned out, Agent Choi's mouth sticks against his palm, moving like he's daring him to keep stalling. Keep coming up with his reasons, keep dancing just out of harm's way of admitting something honest. He has a feeling that if he lifted his hand right now, a smarmy crescent moon of a smile would be there lying in wait for him.
He knows it before he reads the question on his senior's face: This means nothing. The food's gone cold. The metaphor is lost. He'll have to wash the stain from his shirt the second he gets back to his motel room. Agent Choi will stop massaging his knuckles and let go of him, eventually.
Soleum still wants to kiss him. ]
It's alright.
[ To the baby dokkaebi, his voice is gentle. When the body you belong to is a confusion of different directives and skewed emotions, it's scarcely its fault for making a decision based on unreliable information. To Agent Choi, the hand wrapped around his mouth lingers, tightening at his jaw like a restrained warning before acquiescing to Soleum's will, sinking lower. He avoids his scar entirely, pressing down on the sharp outline of his collarbone peeking out from his undershirt, the couch further depressing beneath his weighted form. ]
Just once.
[ He can't say he understands the desire from the other agent's end, but it's more convenient to believe there isn't anything to understand, or discern, or pick at the skin of. He remembers Agent Choi could also be that kind of person. Someone unserious, just trying to scratch an impulse or push a reaction.
If that's all this is — it's a bit of a shame, but that's just the remnant of the fanboy in him. Ultimately, he it takes the pressure off of Soleum, gives him the permission he needs to finally meet Agent Choi in the middle. The contact is chaste, held back by the reluctance he still feels, the anxiety that once again he's getting away with something he shouldn't. Probably, he should be concentrating on the heat of Agent Choi's mouth, following the practiced movements of his lips, but… it's all so odd. He should have a framework to fall back on for how this works, where to touch, how to move, but he can't remember any of it. Can't know if this is a disappointing display or just barely good enough. ]
[The gentle tone that's so at odds with how he was speaking to Choi just moments ago sends a thrum of - ah, is it affection? It's just so charming, to see him acting this sweet right in front of him. He was like this with that boy earlier, seeming so pleased with himself for doing the right thing. Seeing him off properly. It's the same way he speaks to the dokkaebi that's just trying to do what it thinks its master wants.]
[The smile below the hand isn't a smirk. It's not full, but it's not mocking or weak or wary. Nervous, maybe - that Soleum will still deny this, but he's good at hiding that fear. He waits patiently, even his hand gone still, but on that finally-granted allowance, his smile grows with honest relief.]
[Just once. What is that, he thinks about asking - One kiss, one go, one...? Their lips meet and he doesn't risk interrupting to confirm.]
[The hand grasped around Soleum's waist rises in an instant, immediately sinking into his hair as Choi leans forward into him. His hand squeezes tight around his fingers and his lips part in expectation - but he feels it almost immediately, the uncertain way he moves, the lack of experience, the slow anxiety that's building around the ever-present hesitation. Choi doesn't care. He seriously doesn't care - He tilts his head, letting his eyes close as he gratefully sinks into him and kisses him openly, greedily. There's no playing or teasing.]
Soleum - [He kisses him deeper. Grips his hair to tug him in close so he can tilt his head and plunge into his mouth with his tongue. He's waited long enough. Who cares if this looks desperate?]
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[Like that, despite all that tension, all that anxiety and itching that flares through his junior, his voice is full of strength. Soleum straightens up and with the unamused look he still has pinned on Choi, anyone might take this for something out of a powerpoint on workplace harassment. He certainly looks the part of a leering senior. Too bad he doesn't care.]
That's where you think this comes from?
[He's teasing him. Picking at the thread he's so neatly laid out, tugging at the knots and stitches like a cat's claws in a woven sweater. He rolls his wrist to stretch out Soleum's in turn. He can feel every thump of blood through his veins, every moment his heart beats to try and cool the growing warmth. It plays in perfect echo with his own.]
I don't think I'm so cruel to use you like that, you know... [His other hand finally moves. Reaches to snag his hip and drag him upward, onto his legs. Wrapping his arm around his front to keep him locked against him, swapping heights so now Soleum is above him and Choi below - yet somehow, their lips are closer than ever. He's almost whispering when he speaks.] I told you, it's all about working together.
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What a mess. His lips are tingling like they've already shared a kiss, like just his breath is a bodily contact. That's how he can tell his sanity is breaking down. ]
Nn…
[ His teeth grits together. After all, he should have discarded all semblance of dignity and let himself avalanche flat off the couch. Now, the opportunity's flown by, and now he's at a loss as to how to look away from the yields of his own fatal mistake. Unsure if he wants to.
He's been drinking, a voice in the rearmost parts of Soleum's brain reminds him. They both have. A complicated gamut of emotions flashes across his face before he finally comes to some kind of decision. For an extensive second, he considers it. Passing his mouth over Agent Choi's just to see if he feels as good as he looks, eyeing his next move, anticipating it, testing Soleum's fortitude with the straddle of their clothed hips pinned together in a flush fit.
His chin sways forward — and then Soleum's dokkaebi hand, sensing its master's plight, sweeps in, clapped right over the agent's smart mouth just as his lips lower against the back of his own knuckles. The intervention seems to revive his wits, because his face retreats in an instant, gaze open wide in surprise until bleeding into a look of relief. What a close call. ]
You — so you don't even know how cruel you're being. [ He's pouting, a little annoyed at his own moment of weakness. ] Are you positive you weren't contaminated earlier, Agent Choi?
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[And blinks when a warm hand claps over his mouth.]
[He has to laugh. His eyes pinch in mirth as Soleum backs up, calls him out. Silly dokkaebi, thinking it knows what the greater body actually wants. Soleum asks if he might be contaminated and Choi doesn't pull the hand away to respond, only perks an eyebrow. Pointing out the obvious - So you're pretending you aren't being cruel, too?]
[But that's fine, isn't it? Dokkaebi are interesting when repairing bodies because they meld so finely with the original. Nerve endings, skin cells, muscle, bone. It's all linked perfectly. The palm over his mouth is no exception and even though it's done as a way to block, it's also a granting of something else in exchange. Choi presses his lips against that skin and drags them down and along it as his other hand continues to play and curl against the real, undamaged one.]
[He stares at Soleum all the while. Piercing, expectant. They both know what's going on. So his eyes finally give a different question after a moment, this one more of a request - Won't you cling to me, already?]
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He knows it before he reads the question on his senior's face: This means nothing. The food's gone cold. The metaphor is lost. He'll have to wash the stain from his shirt the second he gets back to his motel room. Agent Choi will stop massaging his knuckles and let go of him, eventually.
Soleum still wants to kiss him. ]
It's alright.
[ To the baby dokkaebi, his voice is gentle. When the body you belong to is a confusion of different directives and skewed emotions, it's scarcely its fault for making a decision based on unreliable information. To Agent Choi, the hand wrapped around his mouth lingers, tightening at his jaw like a restrained warning before acquiescing to Soleum's will, sinking lower. He avoids his scar entirely, pressing down on the sharp outline of his collarbone peeking out from his undershirt, the couch further depressing beneath his weighted form. ]
Just once.
[ He can't say he understands the desire from the other agent's end, but it's more convenient to believe there isn't anything to understand, or discern, or pick at the skin of. He remembers Agent Choi could also be that kind of person. Someone unserious, just trying to scratch an impulse or push a reaction.
If that's all this is — it's a bit of a shame, but that's just the remnant of the fanboy in him. Ultimately, he it takes the pressure off of Soleum, gives him the permission he needs to finally meet Agent Choi in the middle. The contact is chaste, held back by the reluctance he still feels, the anxiety that once again he's getting away with something he shouldn't. Probably, he should be concentrating on the heat of Agent Choi's mouth, following the practiced movements of his lips, but… it's all so odd. He should have a framework to fall back on for how this works, where to touch, how to move, but he can't remember any of it. Can't know if this is a disappointing display or just barely good enough. ]
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[The smile below the hand isn't a smirk. It's not full, but it's not mocking or weak or wary. Nervous, maybe - that Soleum will still deny this, but he's good at hiding that fear. He waits patiently, even his hand gone still, but on that finally-granted allowance, his smile grows with honest relief.]
[Just once. What is that, he thinks about asking - One kiss, one go, one...? Their lips meet and he doesn't risk interrupting to confirm.]
[The hand grasped around Soleum's waist rises in an instant, immediately sinking into his hair as Choi leans forward into him. His hand squeezes tight around his fingers and his lips part in expectation - but he feels it almost immediately, the uncertain way he moves, the lack of experience, the slow anxiety that's building around the ever-present hesitation. Choi doesn't care. He seriously doesn't care - He tilts his head, letting his eyes close as he gratefully sinks into him and kisses him openly, greedily. There's no playing or teasing.]
Soleum - [He kisses him deeper. Grips his hair to tug him in close so he can tilt his head and plunge into his mouth with his tongue. He's waited long enough. Who cares if this looks desperate?]