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?
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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?