[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.
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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.