[ 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?
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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?