[ The touch to his scalp prompts a quick glance up at him, checking that it's not a halting signal, before coming back down again. ]
You've… got the wrong idea. I've never done this before.
[ Agent Choi says it like it's a slip-fast trick. Like he's been lying in wait for the moment to employ his mouth right here on him, exactly where it is now, sucking and holding and tampering with the hard evidence of his senior agent's arousal wedged between the pitted shape of his teeth and the flex of his tongue. But that's just…
Annoyed, a tapered huff hits the moist, dark spot fanning along his lap, as if he wants him to feel how much he disagrees. Hands working open the clip to his belt, he steals the zipper with his teeth. Takes his time to streak it down the bumpy curve of Agent Choi's bulge, the run clean, yet careful to not let the zipper jam or seize at the thinner fabric underneath.
Soleum imagines and reimagines his actions like someone self-obsessed with constructing his own losses across a game board. Taking the safe approach, changing his mind, switching a play over to swipe at a gain that'll serve him well ten moves ahead if he can make it there, if he can just skirt by a little longer, and then sometimes he loses, anyway. Sometimes he can't predict himself.
Things were never meant to whirl this out of control. Seduction or promiscuity, any techniques like that had never crossed his mind because he knew they wouldn't work. Wouldn't land with someone like Agent Choi. A person who believes in the Disaster Management Bureau's core principle of utilitarianism would sooner cause greater harm to himself than jeopardize the greater good of his brothers-in-arms and the citizens he's sworn to protect for a hasty rendezvous. So he'd gone with a more nondescript approach, easy to sell and easier to swallow. Getting close was supposed to go as far as snooping at his desk, not nosing his face in the fine line imprinting the agent's navel, left behind by the folded open waistband to his pants.
All this to say: He's unsure what he's doing, why he's doing it, if his heart is hammering because he knows he's playing everything by ear or because he has this niggling feeling Agent Choi is the one seducing him.
His mouth closes back around the bulge; like this, he can actually make out the veins of his cock past his underclothes. The wetness from lapping at his pants had soaked in some, but not enough to Soleum's liking, his hot breath steaming up against him as he continues kissing him. ]
[The way Choi's dick flinches once he has fully digested those words should be shameful. It happens as Soleum begins to undo the close of his belt and his teeth guide down the zipper. Because at first, he doesn't really believe him. Someone who pulled him down so expertly, who began lapping his way along his waist and thighs and dragged his tongue so perfectly over him, who is now doing exactly that again but with one less layer in between - No, it's just not possible, right? He's putting on some kind of act of being a virgin, of being inexperienced and shy.]
[...But someone like Soleum wouldn't do that, would he?]
[He's shivering, Choi realizes, the hot-cold rush running through his blood making his muscles tense and his cock now fully tented in his underwear. Habitually he wants to reach down and free himself, feel Soleum's tongue on his skin directly, see how he takes the taste or the texture or the weight of it - "I've never done this before." He still can't fully believe it. Is he just... trying to arouse him?]
Soleum... Ah - [He wants to ask him but he shuts himself up when he realizes he's about to. Were you being serious? You've done this before, right? Even though you kissed me like a high schooler, that's just because you're nervous, right? His face feels uncomfortably warm, the heat sticky and the sweat that's long since dried now melting to fall back down his temples.]
Soleum... That's good, like that.
[What the hell does he say to a virgin who seems to know exactly what Choi wants...? His skin is on fire, his cock hard and tall and so badly he wants to pull Soleum down by the hair and prove that he does know how to do this. Watch him deepthroat him in one go and let Choi call his bluff. It would be as if he'd told him he's never explored a supernatural disaster before. You? Someone like you? Do you even see yourself right now?!]
Hah - Haha... [He's not mocking him, he swears! Choi reaches down to glide a hand through his hair again, trying so badly to see every inch of his face, watch his tongue as it slides over his clothed - No, fuck, fuck being clothed! His other hand jolts to the edge of his pants and he says, almost too hastily,] I'll take this off now, right? [As if he's asking for permission.]
[ He said it was good, but… he's acting in a way Soleum's never seen referenced in his wiki page before. Jumpy and startled. Laughing for no reason. In more familiar territory, he'd be able tell whether the hairline twitch of his fingers are a good or bad indication. What it means when he's calling for his hubae, not Soleum by name. If he's being teased.
But as they are now, his mouth massaging around the thickness of him, the most intimate he's been with a person in recent or long past memory, he can't help wondering. Could it be that he was only praising Soleum to mollify him? Hurry him to get this over with? That doesn't sound like the Agent Choi he thinks he knows, but he's finding that he doesn't know much about this side of him at all. He can rely on the fact that he knows him to be a kind person, that he takes special care of his vast array of connections, but there comes a point for anyone…
Ah, this is so embarrassing. He doesn't want things to end like this. Should he try harder to appeal to him? ]
That's fine, [ is the response he grants Agent Choi as his neck retreats back, giving nothing away that the words have been mustered out of him. His appearance tells a different story. Plainly, he looks like he ran all the way back to the bureau from Itaewon instead of pedaled — the warm sheen to his cheeks and his swollen lips team up to disturb an, otherwise, untouchably neutral expression. Part of his shirt collar is pulled slightly off-center from his shoulder; he reaches over to tug it back into propriety. The breath he takes is a bracing one. ]
I won't stop you. [ Rather, he'll even assist. Which is what he does soon after: Gently, his hands push past the agent's, taking the lead in grabbing at the sides of his trousers and rolling the extraneous layers down his thighs. ] Agent-nim, if I can make a request — [ He helps his legs out of them until they eventually spill over into a neat pile beside the leg of the couch. ] Please let me know if there's anything I can do better. I have a long way to catch up to you, so…
[ Crawling back over him, Soleum lowers down to his stomach and — genuinely, he wants to stare, but he pushes past the urge, taking the tilted angle of his erection in hand. The sight of it by itself makes his stomach weak and restless, his head dizzy. With a confidence he doesn't feel an ounce of, he pets at his head, not quite palming it, but getting used to the sensation. Like tentatively giving attention to a dog who's just sniffed at your hand for the first time. ]
You can get like this, too, huh… [ A mortifying thought comes to him. Is this how the inside of his underwear looks right now? No. Ignore it. ] Do you like to start from the tip?
[How can he look so calm when his face is burning so bright...? Choi stares at the sight before him when Soleum lifts his head, his eyes wide and smile growing. Ah, shit. He's so cute. This really is cuteness aggression, isn't it?]
[He shifts his hips to get his pants off, moving his legs to assist as much as he can without knocking Soleum off and begins to pull off the collared shirt before pausing when he makes his request. He falls still, smile fading a little with something like concentration, ready to accept whatever it is he's going to ask...]
[...until he actually says it, and Choi thinks he can't possibly feel any hotter than he is at this exact moment.]
Ha...
[The clothes drop down with a thump. Choi, now only in his undershirt, is still staring at him, stock-still. Processing. If there's anything I can do better. ...He's doing this on purpose, right? But this is definitely the Soleum he knows, the one who is a little demure, a little passive, but always eager. Always too eager to do the right thing. Will insist on saving every child instead of just the number they were sent to rescue. Will destroy a disaster instead of simply cleaning it up. Will ask for advice before performing a blowjob, playing up his inexperience. If he suddenly wrapped his lips around him and gave him the best head of Choi's life - he wouldn't even be able to question it.]
[The first direct touch makes him lick his lips, shifting a little beneath him. At the murmured observation, his smile twitches. You don't know the half of it, he thinks to say, but manages to keep his stupid mouth shut. When he asks him that question, again he thinks to say something idiotic and corny, but - that request. He swallows. He really meant it, didn't he? For someone who accomplishes things so effortlessly and better than anyone could ask, his self esteem really is in the gutter. Does he even realize that Choi's as hard as he is because of Soleum's own actions and words?]
Well... I like to see what my partner wants to do. [He steadies his voice after the first word, recognizing the bubble of anxious desire that makes it wobble. Another swallow.] You said this is your first time, so... [Ahh. His first time. Choi's face is so red, repeating that for himself.] I want to see you do it however you like. [There's no manual for a blowjob, after all. No post-it notes he could add in the margins. He wants to see Soleum conquer this disaster on his own.]
[...Steady, Choi. He's still your junior. With that thought, he continues, forcing his voice even and gentle.]
You don't need to worry about... catching up, of course. This is for the both of us only. [He runs his hand through his hair before curling against his cheek, rubbing his thumb over the high point. It's so smooth, so warm... When he has him flipped over after this, he's definitely going to have to hold himself back a little bit. Has to make sure he remains gentle about all of this.] I want to see what Soleum-ah wants to do.
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You've… got the wrong idea. I've never done this before.
[ Agent Choi says it like it's a slip-fast trick. Like he's been lying in wait for the moment to employ his mouth right here on him, exactly where it is now, sucking and holding and tampering with the hard evidence of his senior agent's arousal wedged between the pitted shape of his teeth and the flex of his tongue. But that's just…
Annoyed, a tapered huff hits the moist, dark spot fanning along his lap, as if he wants him to feel how much he disagrees. Hands working open the clip to his belt, he steals the zipper with his teeth. Takes his time to streak it down the bumpy curve of Agent Choi's bulge, the run clean, yet careful to not let the zipper jam or seize at the thinner fabric underneath.
Soleum imagines and reimagines his actions like someone self-obsessed with constructing his own losses across a game board. Taking the safe approach, changing his mind, switching a play over to swipe at a gain that'll serve him well ten moves ahead if he can make it there, if he can just skirt by a little longer, and then sometimes he loses, anyway. Sometimes he can't predict himself.
Things were never meant to whirl this out of control. Seduction or promiscuity, any techniques like that had never crossed his mind because he knew they wouldn't work. Wouldn't land with someone like Agent Choi. A person who believes in the Disaster Management Bureau's core principle of utilitarianism would sooner cause greater harm to himself than jeopardize the greater good of his brothers-in-arms and the citizens he's sworn to protect for a hasty rendezvous. So he'd gone with a more nondescript approach, easy to sell and easier to swallow. Getting close was supposed to go as far as snooping at his desk, not nosing his face in the fine line imprinting the agent's navel, left behind by the folded open waistband to his pants.
All this to say: He's unsure what he's doing, why he's doing it, if his heart is hammering because he knows he's playing everything by ear or because he has this niggling feeling Agent Choi is the one seducing him.
His mouth closes back around the bulge; like this, he can actually make out the veins of his cock past his underclothes. The wetness from lapping at his pants had soaked in some, but not enough to Soleum's liking, his hot breath steaming up against him as he continues kissing him. ]
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["I've never done this before," meaning...]
[...He's never done this before?!]
[The way Choi's dick flinches once he has fully digested those words should be shameful. It happens as Soleum begins to undo the close of his belt and his teeth guide down the zipper. Because at first, he doesn't really believe him. Someone who pulled him down so expertly, who began lapping his way along his waist and thighs and dragged his tongue so perfectly over him, who is now doing exactly that again but with one less layer in between - No, it's just not possible, right? He's putting on some kind of act of being a virgin, of being inexperienced and shy.]
[...But someone like Soleum wouldn't do that, would he?]
[He's shivering, Choi realizes, the hot-cold rush running through his blood making his muscles tense and his cock now fully tented in his underwear. Habitually he wants to reach down and free himself, feel Soleum's tongue on his skin directly, see how he takes the taste or the texture or the weight of it - "I've never done this before." He still can't fully believe it. Is he just... trying to arouse him?]
Soleum... Ah - [He wants to ask him but he shuts himself up when he realizes he's about to. Were you being serious? You've done this before, right? Even though you kissed me like a high schooler, that's just because you're nervous, right? His face feels uncomfortably warm, the heat sticky and the sweat that's long since dried now melting to fall back down his temples.]
Soleum... That's good, like that.
[What the hell does he say to a virgin who seems to know exactly what Choi wants...? His skin is on fire, his cock hard and tall and so badly he wants to pull Soleum down by the hair and prove that he does know how to do this. Watch him deepthroat him in one go and let Choi call his bluff. It would be as if he'd told him he's never explored a supernatural disaster before. You? Someone like you? Do you even see yourself right now?!]
Hah - Haha... [He's not mocking him, he swears! Choi reaches down to glide a hand through his hair again, trying so badly to see every inch of his face, watch his tongue as it slides over his clothed - No, fuck, fuck being clothed! His other hand jolts to the edge of his pants and he says, almost too hastily,] I'll take this off now, right? [As if he's asking for permission.]
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But as they are now, his mouth massaging around the thickness of him, the most intimate he's been with a person in recent or long past memory, he can't help wondering. Could it be that he was only praising Soleum to mollify him? Hurry him to get this over with? That doesn't sound like the Agent Choi he thinks he knows, but he's finding that he doesn't know much about this side of him at all. He can rely on the fact that he knows him to be a kind person, that he takes special care of his vast array of connections, but there comes a point for anyone…
Ah, this is so embarrassing. He doesn't want things to end like this. Should he try harder to appeal to him? ]
That's fine, [ is the response he grants Agent Choi as his neck retreats back, giving nothing away that the words have been mustered out of him. His appearance tells a different story. Plainly, he looks like he ran all the way back to the bureau from Itaewon instead of pedaled — the warm sheen to his cheeks and his swollen lips team up to disturb an, otherwise, untouchably neutral expression. Part of his shirt collar is pulled slightly off-center from his shoulder; he reaches over to tug it back into propriety. The breath he takes is a bracing one. ]
I won't stop you. [ Rather, he'll even assist. Which is what he does soon after: Gently, his hands push past the agent's, taking the lead in grabbing at the sides of his trousers and rolling the extraneous layers down his thighs. ] Agent-nim, if I can make a request — [ He helps his legs out of them until they eventually spill over into a neat pile beside the leg of the couch. ] Please let me know if there's anything I can do better. I have a long way to catch up to you, so…
[ Crawling back over him, Soleum lowers down to his stomach and — genuinely, he wants to stare, but he pushes past the urge, taking the tilted angle of his erection in hand. The sight of it by itself makes his stomach weak and restless, his head dizzy. With a confidence he doesn't feel an ounce of, he pets at his head, not quite palming it, but getting used to the sensation. Like tentatively giving attention to a dog who's just sniffed at your hand for the first time. ]
You can get like this, too, huh… [ A mortifying thought comes to him. Is this how the inside of his underwear looks right now? No. Ignore it. ] Do you like to start from the tip?
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[He shifts his hips to get his pants off, moving his legs to assist as much as he can without knocking Soleum off and begins to pull off the collared shirt before pausing when he makes his request. He falls still, smile fading a little with something like concentration, ready to accept whatever it is he's going to ask...]
[...until he actually says it, and Choi thinks he can't possibly feel any hotter than he is at this exact moment.]
Ha...
[The clothes drop down with a thump. Choi, now only in his undershirt, is still staring at him, stock-still. Processing. If there's anything I can do better. ...He's doing this on purpose, right? But this is definitely the Soleum he knows, the one who is a little demure, a little passive, but always eager. Always too eager to do the right thing. Will insist on saving every child instead of just the number they were sent to rescue. Will destroy a disaster instead of simply cleaning it up. Will ask for advice before performing a blowjob, playing up his inexperience. If he suddenly wrapped his lips around him and gave him the best head of Choi's life - he wouldn't even be able to question it.]
[The first direct touch makes him lick his lips, shifting a little beneath him. At the murmured observation, his smile twitches. You don't know the half of it, he thinks to say, but manages to keep his stupid mouth shut. When he asks him that question, again he thinks to say something idiotic and corny, but - that request. He swallows. He really meant it, didn't he? For someone who accomplishes things so effortlessly and better than anyone could ask, his self esteem really is in the gutter. Does he even realize that Choi's as hard as he is because of Soleum's own actions and words?]
Well... I like to see what my partner wants to do. [He steadies his voice after the first word, recognizing the bubble of anxious desire that makes it wobble. Another swallow.] You said this is your first time, so... [Ahh. His first time. Choi's face is so red, repeating that for himself.] I want to see you do it however you like. [There's no manual for a blowjob, after all. No post-it notes he could add in the margins. He wants to see Soleum conquer this disaster on his own.]
[...Steady, Choi. He's still your junior. With that thought, he continues, forcing his voice even and gentle.]
You don't need to worry about... catching up, of course. This is for the both of us only. [He runs his hand through his hair before curling against his cheek, rubbing his thumb over the high point. It's so smooth, so warm... When he has him flipped over after this, he's definitely going to have to hold himself back a little bit. Has to make sure he remains gentle about all of this.] I want to see what Soleum-ah wants to do.