[ Chin engulfed in drool, Soleum concedes to the forceful hand dragging him so low it's almost as if he's being commanded to bow to him, to supplicate the way a street-corner evangelist might for mercy to their god ahead of the end days. Is that who Agent Choi wants him to be right now? Someone tractable, willing to believe anything, willing to stretch the skin of his lips and pull apart his jaw as far as he'll go to take him in? Because he's already there. He could have covered plastic wrap clear across his face, around the back of his head, back over again, and right that second, he would have continued pressing forward through his own suffocation.
Like a vase crashing to the ground, pouring out all the water inside, an excess of air all of a sudden drowns his lungs. Pushed back from him, the slightly pruned tips of his fingers twitching at his side, Soleum's next handful of breaths scrape out stickily, honey pulled from the hive. If it weren't for this, he would have been telling him that's the point. Agent Choi is supposed to feel good, he's supposed to finish. He said he wanted what his partner — what Soleum wanted, and that was it. That was his sole selfish wish from all of this. ]
Agent — [ A gasp seethes through his teeth, unable to fend off his kisses, the jerk of his hips being pulled over his senior's legs. Not even the disposal of his trousers and briefs. In a trance, he can only watch unsteadily as his partially erect penis jumps, pulsing in reaction to Agent Choi's palm tensing around him, ghosting along the curve. Gentler than the grip he had on his head earlier. The more he touches him, the more Soleum fills in his hand —
The pats at Agent Choi's shoulder rapidly crescendo into firm claps, then a shove at his shoulder, as he simultaneously slides back off him, his foot landing on the floor, his only hand raised as if to signal that he needs a moment. He can scarcely calm his breathing, blinking as if it's taken this moment to just now come to. He licks his lips, which are already wet from the number he's done on Agent Choi, but he couldn't care less. ]
It's fine, [ Soleum says, lowly, without saying the other half of what he's thinking about his question. What he's content with. ] Really, I want to help you finish. I can take care of myself — [ his mouth thins, briefly, a few different ideas materializing, ones that he shouldn't voice for the type of pitying stare it might earn him — ] elsewhere.
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Like a vase crashing to the ground, pouring out all the water inside, an excess of air all of a sudden drowns his lungs. Pushed back from him, the slightly pruned tips of his fingers twitching at his side, Soleum's next handful of breaths scrape out stickily, honey pulled from the hive. If it weren't for this, he would have been telling him that's the point. Agent Choi is supposed to feel good, he's supposed to finish. He said he wanted what his partner — what Soleum wanted, and that was it. That was his sole selfish wish from all of this. ]
Agent — [ A gasp seethes through his teeth, unable to fend off his kisses, the jerk of his hips being pulled over his senior's legs. Not even the disposal of his trousers and briefs. In a trance, he can only watch unsteadily as his partially erect penis jumps, pulsing in reaction to Agent Choi's palm tensing around him, ghosting along the curve. Gentler than the grip he had on his head earlier. The more he touches him, the more Soleum fills in his hand —
The pats at Agent Choi's shoulder rapidly crescendo into firm claps, then a shove at his shoulder, as he simultaneously slides back off him, his foot landing on the floor, his only hand raised as if to signal that he needs a moment. He can scarcely calm his breathing, blinking as if it's taken this moment to just now come to. He licks his lips, which are already wet from the number he's done on Agent Choi, but he couldn't care less. ]
It's fine, [ Soleum says, lowly, without saying the other half of what he's thinking about his question. What he's content with. ] Really, I want to help you finish. I can take care of myself — [ his mouth thins, briefly, a few different ideas materializing, ones that he shouldn't voice for the type of pitying stare it might earn him — ] elsewhere.