[ 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 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?