[ When he says it like that. Smiles at him like he's not purely worked up from drunken lust, but something — unclear. Something that outdances his understanding of the man in front of him… ]
I'll… try not to disappoint.
[ He swallows. It's mean how his body transforms into a product of cause and effect, heat and electricity poured into one vessel. Helplessly, his stomach overturns with questions yet to take shape, yet to run ceaseless laps in his mind and keep company with his other anxieties at night.
At least the effort Agent Choi puts into being nice and sweet and reassuring isn't lost on him, bearing fruit in that Soleum doesn't immediately succumb to mortification, the light fondling of his tip escalating into unreserved pump of his good hand, filming his bubbling slick down the stretch of his flesh. His other arm is but a limp drape of fabric at his side; at some point, he'd signaled to the little one to rest for the night, and it'd scampered off to recharge inside its lantern. He'd prefer it not have to see something like this. It takes some repositioning of his knees to accommodate the absence, but he hastens back into focus the second the agent's fingers steady at his cheek. The texture of his voice almost as silky as the folds of his cock beneath his palm, dragging with his movements. There's a tightness to his speech, he notes, like he's exerting the full range of his self-control just to refrain from purring. He'd think of Agent Choi as cute if it didn't feel like so incomplete a description — no, pornographic is what he is. Way too arousing and… and provocative. Agent Choi isn't cute at all.
Gathering a breath, Soleum releases it as he bends over Agent Choi's thighs, wetting his lips right before he presses them to the plushest part of his head, sipping the syrupy pre straight from his slit with little suckles. His head turns, plunging over the side of his cock to follow the thrumming outline one of his veins, lips puckered around the ridge as he slowly sinks sideways down his length. Easy, like pushing a hand into memory foam. The hunch of his neck deepens, making his shoulders more angular, the tiny humps of his spine protruding through the back of his shirt.
…This part of Agent Choi, it tastes different from when we're kissing.
Obviously, this comes as no surprise. His navel, his lips, his teeth, the lining of his gums — all of him tasted different, new to him each time, and it's this thought he seems to derive the real amusement from, a laughing hum rising from his throat. To think that he could explore and explore, and still miss so much. He continues toward the bottom, a brief kiss fluttering against his scrotum, before he pulls a long, unhampered lick up the underside of his genitals. He lashes flutter up, locking eyes with Agent Choi as he takes himself back to the open glare of his cock and gulps him down to about half-mast, where the edge his lips meet the rim of his fist, briefly. He bobs backward, pulls off completely just to take another gasping breath to prepare for his next push back down. ]
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I'll… try not to disappoint.
[ He swallows. It's mean how his body transforms into a product of cause and effect, heat and electricity poured into one vessel. Helplessly, his stomach overturns with questions yet to take shape, yet to run ceaseless laps in his mind and keep company with his other anxieties at night.
At least the effort Agent Choi puts into being nice and sweet and reassuring isn't lost on him, bearing fruit in that Soleum doesn't immediately succumb to mortification, the light fondling of his tip escalating into unreserved pump of his good hand, filming his bubbling slick down the stretch of his flesh. His other arm is but a limp drape of fabric at his side; at some point, he'd signaled to the little one to rest for the night, and it'd scampered off to recharge inside its lantern. He'd prefer it not have to see something like this. It takes some repositioning of his knees to accommodate the absence, but he hastens back into focus the second the agent's fingers steady at his cheek. The texture of his voice almost as silky as the folds of his cock beneath his palm, dragging with his movements. There's a tightness to his speech, he notes, like he's exerting the full range of his self-control just to refrain from purring. He'd think of Agent Choi as cute if it didn't feel like so incomplete a description — no, pornographic is what he is. Way too arousing and… and provocative. Agent Choi isn't cute at all.
Gathering a breath, Soleum releases it as he bends over Agent Choi's thighs, wetting his lips right before he presses them to the plushest part of his head, sipping the syrupy pre straight from his slit with little suckles. His head turns, plunging over the side of his cock to follow the thrumming outline one of his veins, lips puckered around the ridge as he slowly sinks sideways down his length. Easy, like pushing a hand into memory foam. The hunch of his neck deepens, making his shoulders more angular, the tiny humps of his spine protruding through the back of his shirt.
…This part of Agent Choi, it tastes different from when we're kissing.
Obviously, this comes as no surprise. His navel, his lips, his teeth, the lining of his gums — all of him tasted different, new to him each time, and it's this thought he seems to derive the real amusement from, a laughing hum rising from his throat. To think that he could explore and explore, and still miss so much. He continues toward the bottom, a brief kiss fluttering against his scrotum, before he pulls a long, unhampered lick up the underside of his genitals. He lashes flutter up, locking eyes with Agent Choi as he takes himself back to the open glare of his cock and gulps him down to about half-mast, where the edge his lips meet the rim of his fist, briefly. He bobs backward, pulls off completely just to take another gasping breath to prepare for his next push back down. ]