[ 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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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? ]