[Again, even in moments like this, it's impossible to predict him. Will he go right down on him? Maybe kiss the underside first, or lick the top like a piece of candy? There are so many options and every single one so alluring, so insane to think about. Soleum is adorable, he's so cute that Agent Choi wants to crush him in his arms - but he's sexy, too, isn't he? Especially when his lips press right against the crown of his cock.]
Hah....
[He sucks on him like he's a too-full mug of coffee, gathering his pre before it can spill down the sides and make a mess. Choi follows the way he slides down him with his lips kissing all the way, not even blinking once as he watches his movements. It's so - sexy. It's so fucking hot. When he chuckles against him it sends a vibrating hum up that sensitive skin and Choi takes in a tight breath. His mind is firing on all cylinders, he can't even get the extra RAM to ask him why the hell he's laughing right now, is any of this funny? Some of it is funny, actually. This entire situation is funny. Soleum stroking him with one hand as he wraps his lips around him and then looks up at him is - ]
Mmm...!
[Cute. Sexy. Too much. He can't stop smiling, staring down at him as he pops off before moving right back down. That's exactly it, he wants to say, like he's praising him or something, but full words aren't a good idea right now when too many of them might ruin this whole situation. His cock is hard and tall and each time Soleum strokes his fist down and follows it with the opposite tug of his mouth, spreading his foreskin down and revealing his sensitive head... Shit, he's just so cute.]
Soleum-ah... [He should shut up, he should seriously shut up.] Your - If you use your tongue, it might make me go crazy, you know? [Seriously, he should shut up. What the hell is he trying to do, warn him or provoke him? What if he gets the wrong idea? Actually, wouldn't that be better? He could last even longer and experience the plush feeling inside his cheeks for as long as he can hold out. But, god, his tongue, that one long lick he did all the way up. He needs to feel that again.]
[ Breaths, pants, the muffle of a gasp like it's colliding into a wall of clenched teeth. Soleum can feel every echo of his reactions pulsing against his mouth, and he drinks it up like he's a reservoir for all the little things he never knew about him. Back when he worked for a normal company, had friends he talked to regularly, led a safe and steady life, he'd caught himself imagining it more than once. How shaky Agent Choi would sound in a situation like this, how eager. Not for any real reason. It's just these thoughts occur to a person when the only thing you're excited to do when they return home is read about some fictional character. Play house with the idea of him. It's normal: You think about him somewhere existing, having fun. Caring about someone. It makes you happy.
But now that he can look up and see his flushed smile hovered over him, hear him say his name, it feels like a dream. Not in the poetic sense — he feels crazy. Turned on, but crazy, as if he might blink, black out, and see the ceiling, see the morning light invading his room. The TV he left turned on last night. His work alarm beeping on his nightstand. And he doesn't want it, and that's crazy. Because what all of this was for was to go back that one place.
Then Agent Choi says that. That thing about using his tongue. ]
Ah?
[ Soleum's brows twitch. His mouth pauses in the middle of taking part of Agent Choi's cock to the roof of his mouth, and he really blinks, but nothing goes dark. He isn't transported anywhere. He looks at his senior, pondering for an extended moment.
He — hasn't already gone crazy?
Suddenly, he thinks it might be nice to have some company.
With a short glide of his lips, he pulls up. Not off, just up, enough for the tip of his tongue to dip slightly under the layer of tucked back foreskin, toying with it, tracing under it. His hand gives Agent Choi a good squeeze as he gives his the rounded face of his drooling glans another lick. And another for good measure before he swirls his tongue around him.
Like this? That's what Soleum seems to ask with his next hum, lilted like a question mark. ]
[Didn't he just warn him? And he even paused, as if weighing the odds, measuring whether the water was warm enough, if the sky looked like rain. He said it was his first time but Soleum's tongue laps around him like he's paid him to do this.]
Ah - Yeah -
[It's embarrassing how high his voice can get in this kind of moment. Always like he's on the edge of bursting out laughing, unable to contain himself. He's not even fully licking him. The pressure of the point of his tongue, right where he's most sensitive, it's like stabbing a needle full of pure pleasure into his bloodstream. He wants to thrust into his throat, wants to grab his head and hold him in place, wants to watch his eyes water and roll and, and - ]
[Steady, steady. Soleum hums and Choi repeats himself, his voice shaky.] Yeah - That... [He has no idea what this is doing to him, does he? The way his brow went tight just then, his surprised little sound, the way his fingers grip around him as he swirls the tip of his tongue against him - He has no idea how badly he wants to take this further and how much sheer force he's exerting to keep from scaring him off to the point of requesting a transfer to Baekho. Or worse.]
[He swallows.]
All the way down... If you... When you go down, and press against it - but use your lips over your teeth, you'll - Ah - [Shiiiit, he just imagined Soleum gagging on him and he kind of wants to jerk off on his face. No!] Mm, I just, want to feel you... You're so warm, I mean, your...
[He strokes through his hair and reaches to cup the side of his face, his other arm helping him to perch up on his elbow. He doesn't want to risk falling back or closing his eyes for even a moment.]
...You just feel really good, Soleum-ah. [He never imagined he would get to say something like that.]
[ If you're not used to it, you don't have to push too deep. Keep your teeth back. Breathe through your nostrils.
He may not have a manual for what he's doing, buttering up his superior in enough saliva to drown in, but he likes to think of himself as a logical person. When a ghost story isn't pushing the limits of his wits to the brink, when the vestiges of contamination aren't unmooring his better judgment, Soleum can usually examine his circumstances through an objective and discerning lens. Can puzzle out two and two, right from wrong, little attachment involved, with or without his senior's instruction.
Of course, every illusion of rationality vanishes the precise moment Agent Choi catches him at his worst, most defenseless. He holds him, pets him, says that last part like he really, truly, wants to keep him, and at the very end, Soleum shivers, reflexively inhales — his mistake punches a hole through him in an instant. The swelling cock plugging his lips brooks no quarter, a series of uncontained coughs imploding in his mouth, rattling his teeth, his chest, but he doesn't let go of the agent. ] Mrmmph, mm…! [ Just keeps pressing forth as he does with anything, scrunching his watering eyes closed. The grip of his puckered mouth tightens as he bobs deeper around Agent Choi, tongue swishing alongside his shaft, as if enticing him farther inside.
After some time, the gagging subsides. His discomfort replaced by a prickly sensation tickling the end of his nose. In front of him, when he squints open his eyes, is a dark clot of curly hairs, and a sweaty musk permeating his sense of smell. He managed to get this far down after all that?
Soleum whimpers, a controlled flow of air snaking inside his nose, like he's trying to calm himself. His pace devolves somewhat into more of a jerking motion, the wrap of his mouth skidding back up, then shoving down again, the head of his cock painfully jamming into the rear most part of his palate. Not quite all the way fitted to his throat; it must be the angle. ]
[The sensation of Soleum choking around him shoots a spark of panic through Choi, his eyes springing wide and the hand on his cheek suddenly reaching toward his elbow, ready to tug him back or do something, to coax him back, settle himself - but his hand flinches in hesitation all the same, captivated by the sight. Soleum with his mouth full of him, his lips wrapped around his length, his tongue pressed along the underside, eyes clenched shut, little tears welling up in the corners. The humming whimper when his coughs subside should be criminal. He reaches a little further with the intent to find his other hand and it's only then he realizes... it's gone. The goblin has flown the coop for the night.]
[...Probably for the best, as the further down Soleum gets, the more lewd the whole scene sounds. If it's not from the wet sound of his mouth and tongue, the saliva coating him and the brief suckling noises as he works his way and occasionally adjusts around it, then the sound of Choi's heavier breaths, the shudders as he parts his lips, the low groans when he closes them - those are all fit for a porno, not a quaint office like this. Not that he's never imagined it. Not that he's never pictured these same noises but in reverse, Soleum gripping the edge of the desk as his body is wracked with shivers and Choi swallows him down noisily and lewdly, eager to hear him lose himself, to break more sounds out of him.]
[...He only imagined it once or twice, though.]
Hah, Soleum -
[He doesn't know what to do with him all the way down, because the instinct is to thrust toward where it feels tightest and warmest, but with his cock pressed against the top of his mouth it keeps that temptation at bay for the moment. What he really wants to do is touch him in return, his hand flailing a little without something to hold onto or somewhere to go so he sets it on top of his head. Not pushing, not pulling - at first. He smooths his hair down, combs it out of his face. When his eyes open and Choi sees the slightly uncomfortable look... It's the angle, he recognizes, the way the head of his cock presses against the back of his palate. He moves, slowly, his leg sliding out to warn him of the impending motion before he gently attempts to straighten out the angle and search for something more pleasing - ]
Aha -
[ - Which is along the flat of his tonuge, toward the tempting heat of his throat, the tighter warmth that's dripping wet and perfectly lubricated for a thrust, just a single guiding motion, and Choi pushes forward without letting himself think too deeply and if the hand in his hair grips a little tighter to keep him from redirecting during that motion - He's just turned on, okay? His hand quickly loosens after that first push and he quickly says,] Sorry, sorry - [And guides himself back. But there's no hiding the way his eyes dilated a little at that smoother, faster push.]
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Hah....
[He sucks on him like he's a too-full mug of coffee, gathering his pre before it can spill down the sides and make a mess. Choi follows the way he slides down him with his lips kissing all the way, not even blinking once as he watches his movements. It's so - sexy. It's so fucking hot. When he chuckles against him it sends a vibrating hum up that sensitive skin and Choi takes in a tight breath. His mind is firing on all cylinders, he can't even get the extra RAM to ask him why the hell he's laughing right now, is any of this funny? Some of it is funny, actually. This entire situation is funny. Soleum stroking him with one hand as he wraps his lips around him and then looks up at him is - ]
Mmm...!
[Cute. Sexy. Too much. He can't stop smiling, staring down at him as he pops off before moving right back down. That's exactly it, he wants to say, like he's praising him or something, but full words aren't a good idea right now when too many of them might ruin this whole situation. His cock is hard and tall and each time Soleum strokes his fist down and follows it with the opposite tug of his mouth, spreading his foreskin down and revealing his sensitive head... Shit, he's just so cute.]
Soleum-ah... [He should shut up, he should seriously shut up.] Your - If you use your tongue, it might make me go crazy, you know? [Seriously, he should shut up. What the hell is he trying to do, warn him or provoke him? What if he gets the wrong idea? Actually, wouldn't that be better? He could last even longer and experience the plush feeling inside his cheeks for as long as he can hold out. But, god, his tongue, that one long lick he did all the way up. He needs to feel that again.]
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But now that he can look up and see his flushed smile hovered over him, hear him say his name, it feels like a dream. Not in the poetic sense — he feels crazy. Turned on, but crazy, as if he might blink, black out, and see the ceiling, see the morning light invading his room. The TV he left turned on last night. His work alarm beeping on his nightstand. And he doesn't want it, and that's crazy. Because what all of this was for was to go back that one place.
Then Agent Choi says that. That thing about using his tongue. ]
Ah?
[ Soleum's brows twitch. His mouth pauses in the middle of taking part of Agent Choi's cock to the roof of his mouth, and he really blinks, but nothing goes dark. He isn't transported anywhere. He looks at his senior, pondering for an extended moment.
He — hasn't already gone crazy?
Suddenly, he thinks it might be nice to have some company.
With a short glide of his lips, he pulls up. Not off, just up, enough for the tip of his tongue to dip slightly under the layer of tucked back foreskin, toying with it, tracing under it. His hand gives Agent Choi a good squeeze as he gives his the rounded face of his drooling glans another lick. And another for good measure before he swirls his tongue around him.
Like this? That's what Soleum seems to ask with his next hum, lilted like a question mark. ]
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[Didn't he just warn him? And he even paused, as if weighing the odds, measuring whether the water was warm enough, if the sky looked like rain. He said it was his first time but Soleum's tongue laps around him like he's paid him to do this.]
Ah - Yeah -
[It's embarrassing how high his voice can get in this kind of moment. Always like he's on the edge of bursting out laughing, unable to contain himself. He's not even fully licking him. The pressure of the point of his tongue, right where he's most sensitive, it's like stabbing a needle full of pure pleasure into his bloodstream. He wants to thrust into his throat, wants to grab his head and hold him in place, wants to watch his eyes water and roll and, and - ]
[Steady, steady. Soleum hums and Choi repeats himself, his voice shaky.] Yeah - That... [He has no idea what this is doing to him, does he? The way his brow went tight just then, his surprised little sound, the way his fingers grip around him as he swirls the tip of his tongue against him - He has no idea how badly he wants to take this further and how much sheer force he's exerting to keep from scaring him off to the point of requesting a transfer to Baekho. Or worse.]
[He swallows.]
All the way down... If you... When you go down, and press against it - but use your lips over your teeth, you'll - Ah - [Shiiiit, he just imagined Soleum gagging on him and he kind of wants to jerk off on his face. No!] Mm, I just, want to feel you... You're so warm, I mean, your...
[He strokes through his hair and reaches to cup the side of his face, his other arm helping him to perch up on his elbow. He doesn't want to risk falling back or closing his eyes for even a moment.]
...You just feel really good, Soleum-ah. [He never imagined he would get to say something like that.]
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He may not have a manual for what he's doing, buttering up his superior in enough saliva to drown in, but he likes to think of himself as a logical person. When a ghost story isn't pushing the limits of his wits to the brink, when the vestiges of contamination aren't unmooring his better judgment, Soleum can usually examine his circumstances through an objective and discerning lens. Can puzzle out two and two, right from wrong, little attachment involved, with or without his senior's instruction.
Of course, every illusion of rationality vanishes the precise moment Agent Choi catches him at his worst, most defenseless. He holds him, pets him, says that last part like he really, truly, wants to keep him, and at the very end, Soleum shivers, reflexively inhales — his mistake punches a hole through him in an instant. The swelling cock plugging his lips brooks no quarter, a series of uncontained coughs imploding in his mouth, rattling his teeth, his chest, but he doesn't let go of the agent. ] Mrmmph, mm…! [ Just keeps pressing forth as he does with anything, scrunching his watering eyes closed. The grip of his puckered mouth tightens as he bobs deeper around Agent Choi, tongue swishing alongside his shaft, as if enticing him farther inside.
After some time, the gagging subsides. His discomfort replaced by a prickly sensation tickling the end of his nose. In front of him, when he squints open his eyes, is a dark clot of curly hairs, and a sweaty musk permeating his sense of smell. He managed to get this far down after all that?
Soleum whimpers, a controlled flow of air snaking inside his nose, like he's trying to calm himself. His pace devolves somewhat into more of a jerking motion, the wrap of his mouth skidding back up, then shoving down again, the head of his cock painfully jamming into the rear most part of his palate. Not quite all the way fitted to his throat; it must be the angle. ]
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[...Probably for the best, as the further down Soleum gets, the more lewd the whole scene sounds. If it's not from the wet sound of his mouth and tongue, the saliva coating him and the brief suckling noises as he works his way and occasionally adjusts around it, then the sound of Choi's heavier breaths, the shudders as he parts his lips, the low groans when he closes them - those are all fit for a porno, not a quaint office like this. Not that he's never imagined it. Not that he's never pictured these same noises but in reverse, Soleum gripping the edge of the desk as his body is wracked with shivers and Choi swallows him down noisily and lewdly, eager to hear him lose himself, to break more sounds out of him.]
[...He only imagined it once or twice, though.]
Hah, Soleum -
[He doesn't know what to do with him all the way down, because the instinct is to thrust toward where it feels tightest and warmest, but with his cock pressed against the top of his mouth it keeps that temptation at bay for the moment. What he really wants to do is touch him in return, his hand flailing a little without something to hold onto or somewhere to go so he sets it on top of his head. Not pushing, not pulling - at first. He smooths his hair down, combs it out of his face. When his eyes open and Choi sees the slightly uncomfortable look... It's the angle, he recognizes, the way the head of his cock presses against the back of his palate. He moves, slowly, his leg sliding out to warn him of the impending motion before he gently attempts to straighten out the angle and search for something more pleasing - ]
Aha -
[ - Which is along the flat of his tonuge, toward the tempting heat of his throat, the tighter warmth that's dripping wet and perfectly lubricated for a thrust, just a single guiding motion, and Choi pushes forward without letting himself think too deeply and if the hand in his hair grips a little tighter to keep him from redirecting during that motion - He's just turned on, okay? His hand quickly loosens after that first push and he quickly says,] Sorry, sorry - [And guides himself back. But there's no hiding the way his eyes dilated a little at that smoother, faster push.]
Go at your pace, okay? Your pace.
[He's saying that for both of them to hear.]