[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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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?