[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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[...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.]