[ 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.]
[ Soleum senses a subtle turning in his mouth. The bump of Agent Choi's foot to the back of his leg.
His always-racing mind accepts the following supposition as easily as it supplies it: Ah, he's finished with me.
The thought is only there for a microscopic second. In and out, a cockroach flitting between the veil of a shelf that carries all his understanding of the Dark Exploration Records to some other dreary recess inside his head. But like a feline pouncing out at just the right time to overturn the crawling thing on its back, he recognizes the successive tight-knuckled twist pulling at his scalp for some fashion of desire. Reminds himself of the fragmented noises singing from the agent just a moment ago. He likes what they're doing, thinks a misguided night like this is worth it, wants Soleum touching him for reasons he can't dissect here. Possibly not ever, if he hopes to complete the conditions of his infiltration, but that's neither here nor there…
The tension in his jaw slackens as Agent Choi holds him inert, the rounded edges of his mouth widening even more to take him in. The feel of warm cock clearing past his tonsils, dragging against that dark back exit opening into his throat. The pressure shrinks his airway; it was a challenge to breathe before, but in that brief instant his forehead is nearly flush to his pelvis, a faint gurgle rises from Soleum, traces of translucent spittle gathering at the far corners of his lips, eyes dimming. Agent Choi retreats soon after, apologizes, but he can't for the life of him understand why.
Initially, Soleum thought he might want more time to acclimate to this type of intimacy. Savor it. He still aches for that — more time to enjoy the weight of his senior tying him down. But also, when Agent Choi stares at him, breathless and feverish, unabashedly exerting a patience he's never known him to have to avoid bucking into his mouth… He half wants to believe that he's doing this on purpose, that it's strategic. But he knows better, knows that line of reasoning is for his own convenience. That he can't help his own temptation to give in to what Agent Choi wants without an excuse like that. What else does he have to offer him, anyway? Nothing he does now will make up for how Soleum's going to stain him, this team, the people who sat here on this couch before him and pondered what would happen after they left the waiting room. Maybe this preemptive consolation will only make matters worse. Maybe he's just consoling himself at the end of the day.
Hand closed around the agent's thigh, Soleum sweeps up to the top of his moistened dick without haste, parting ways from it for a quick inhale puffing past his lips, barely any wait between as he sinks back down into him. Agent Choi will notice that he dips back-and-forth along the span of his cock with greater urgency, the rush disarranging his bangs, getting in the way his eyes, but not the heavy strokes of his tongue. Clinging to Agent Choi as if attempting to take the stretch of his skin with him, whichever direction he's bobbing in.
It's a pace he sets, but it's not one he imagines sustaining for too long — or being able to — so it's then the placement of his fingers inch lower, trusting Agent Choi to hold him up, even if it's by the roots of his hair. He skims under the soft bounce of his balls but decides to pass them over to cross his perineum, dipping into the slick of his slobber that's sloped down the crevice, and landing at the outset of his rim. Just the tip of his finger teases his hole, shallowly bridging inside. Like everything else he's done tonight thus far, it's his first time. Is this how you do it? ]
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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.]
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His always-racing mind accepts the following supposition as easily as it supplies it: Ah, he's finished with me.
The thought is only there for a microscopic second. In and out, a cockroach flitting between the veil of a shelf that carries all his understanding of the Dark Exploration Records to some other dreary recess inside his head. But like a feline pouncing out at just the right time to overturn the crawling thing on its back, he recognizes the successive tight-knuckled twist pulling at his scalp for some fashion of desire. Reminds himself of the fragmented noises singing from the agent just a moment ago. He likes what they're doing, thinks a misguided night like this is worth it, wants Soleum touching him for reasons he can't dissect here. Possibly not ever, if he hopes to complete the conditions of his infiltration, but that's neither here nor there…
The tension in his jaw slackens as Agent Choi holds him inert, the rounded edges of his mouth widening even more to take him in. The feel of warm cock clearing past his tonsils, dragging against that dark back exit opening into his throat. The pressure shrinks his airway; it was a challenge to breathe before, but in that brief instant his forehead is nearly flush to his pelvis, a faint gurgle rises from Soleum, traces of translucent spittle gathering at the far corners of his lips, eyes dimming. Agent Choi retreats soon after, apologizes, but he can't for the life of him understand why.
Initially, Soleum thought he might want more time to acclimate to this type of intimacy. Savor it. He still aches for that — more time to enjoy the weight of his senior tying him down. But also, when Agent Choi stares at him, breathless and feverish, unabashedly exerting a patience he's never known him to have to avoid bucking into his mouth… He half wants to believe that he's doing this on purpose, that it's strategic. But he knows better, knows that line of reasoning is for his own convenience. That he can't help his own temptation to give in to what Agent Choi wants without an excuse like that. What else does he have to offer him, anyway? Nothing he does now will make up for how Soleum's going to stain him, this team, the people who sat here on this couch before him and pondered what would happen after they left the waiting room. Maybe this preemptive consolation will only make matters worse. Maybe he's just consoling himself at the end of the day.
Hand closed around the agent's thigh, Soleum sweeps up to the top of his moistened dick without haste, parting ways from it for a quick inhale puffing past his lips, barely any wait between as he sinks back down into him. Agent Choi will notice that he dips back-and-forth along the span of his cock with greater urgency, the rush disarranging his bangs, getting in the way his eyes, but not the heavy strokes of his tongue. Clinging to Agent Choi as if attempting to take the stretch of his skin with him, whichever direction he's bobbing in.
It's a pace he sets, but it's not one he imagines sustaining for too long — or being able to — so it's then the placement of his fingers inch lower, trusting Agent Choi to hold him up, even if it's by the roots of his hair. He skims under the soft bounce of his balls but decides to pass them over to cross his perineum, dipping into the slick of his slobber that's sloped down the crevice, and landing at the outset of his rim. Just the tip of his finger teases his hole, shallowly bridging inside. Like everything else he's done tonight thus far, it's his first time. Is this how you do it? ]