[His thumb presses against the rim and Choi groans when his middle finger joins the first one already there. His fingers flinch tighter and drag Soleum down and hold him, just a moment longer, before he releases him and lets him retreat. He feels foggy. He feels hot. Soleum keeps pushing in and twisting his fingers and it's tight, really rough, his precome and spit are the only means to lubricate his motions and the combined mouthwatering sensation of his throat closing around him is just - He's - Shit, did he just touch his - ?!]
Ha, wait - [A nervous laugh comes with his gasped plea as Choi tugs him fully back, releasing his hair to quickly grasp his own prick and smooth down to the base, as if he can stop it from trying to follow the loss of Soleum's warmth with flinching little jerks. He needs to recenter himself. He can't just finish like that, he needs to - ] Gra - No, Soleum-ah, if you do that, I'm going to finish, yeah?
[He's grinning but there's a thick seam of tension in his brow, like he's holding an enormous weight and keeping it from crushing the both of them. Staring at Soleum's red lips and the drool mixed with his own pre on his chin isn't helping him manage that feat. The fingers in his ass are a little too far, on top of that sight. Reaching down to coax them out as he sits up, he instead tries to pull Soleum upright with him, tugs him over his lap, seeking his proximity. He's not at all concerned about swapping spit despite where his mouth has been, but he also recognizes he needs to explain this to his apparently virginal hubae. If only he could kiss and talk at the same time.]
If you go any further, I won't last, so... [His hands begin to undo the close of his pants and slide them off, even pulls his underwear down with them, and Choi speaks as he works:] It's my turn to be a little greedy - So, can I touch you here, too?
[His dick actually hurts a little with how he's denied himself, how he could have let Soleum keep going and jab against that ball of nerves inside him a few more times and he would have spilled right down his throat, made him choke on it and watched him flail and sputter around him. He would have held him down and groaned through it, selfish and needy and possessive. But no. No, he can't do that to him. He wants Soleum to get just as much, if not more, pleasure out of this than him. If that means denying himself until he can send him over the edge and watch him melt in his arms, that's more than worth it.]
If I put it in, you'd probably hurt a lot... [His voice is quiet as he reaches to wrap a hand around him, seeks out how hard he's gotten as he imagines him whimpering on top of him, what his body must feel like right this moment, untouched and unopened... No, that's too cruel. They don't have any tools or materials. Choi wouldn't do that to him. No, he'll be good.] Can you be content with this?
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Ha, wait - [A nervous laugh comes with his gasped plea as Choi tugs him fully back, releasing his hair to quickly grasp his own prick and smooth down to the base, as if he can stop it from trying to follow the loss of Soleum's warmth with flinching little jerks. He needs to recenter himself. He can't just finish like that, he needs to - ] Gra - No, Soleum-ah, if you do that, I'm going to finish, yeah?
[He's grinning but there's a thick seam of tension in his brow, like he's holding an enormous weight and keeping it from crushing the both of them. Staring at Soleum's red lips and the drool mixed with his own pre on his chin isn't helping him manage that feat. The fingers in his ass are a little too far, on top of that sight. Reaching down to coax them out as he sits up, he instead tries to pull Soleum upright with him, tugs him over his lap, seeking his proximity. He's not at all concerned about swapping spit despite where his mouth has been, but he also recognizes he needs to explain this to his apparently virginal hubae. If only he could kiss and talk at the same time.]
If you go any further, I won't last, so... [His hands begin to undo the close of his pants and slide them off, even pulls his underwear down with them, and Choi speaks as he works:] It's my turn to be a little greedy - So, can I touch you here, too?
[His dick actually hurts a little with how he's denied himself, how he could have let Soleum keep going and jab against that ball of nerves inside him a few more times and he would have spilled right down his throat, made him choke on it and watched him flail and sputter around him. He would have held him down and groaned through it, selfish and needy and possessive. But no. No, he can't do that to him. He wants Soleum to get just as much, if not more, pleasure out of this than him. If that means denying himself until he can send him over the edge and watch him melt in his arms, that's more than worth it.]
If I put it in, you'd probably hurt a lot... [His voice is quiet as he reaches to wrap a hand around him, seeks out how hard he's gotten as he imagines him whimpering on top of him, what his body must feel like right this moment, untouched and unopened... No, that's too cruel. They don't have any tools or materials. Choi wouldn't do that to him. No, he'll be good.] Can you be content with this?