[ 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?
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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?