[ Prison... okay, Irving can't focus on that right now, not when he's suddenly being caught out with his pants-- not down, but drawn tight at the crotch in the most telling of ways.
He presses a hand over his face, feeling the heat of it sting his palm like a sunburn, before trying to fumble his coat closed at least enough at the bottom to help hide his shame, hide it slightly. ]
N-no, sir, I--
[ There's really no denying it at this point, though (why did he open his coat? never mind the heat, why?) leaving Irving caught miserably between the ingrained respect and decorum he should be conducting himself with in front of a superior officer -- even one representing a foreign nation's army -- afforded by his own rank, and the expanding arousal that feels like it might start burning holes in him at any moment. ]
That is, not normally, I wouldn't-- before now, I've most certainly never...
[ He's backing himself up against the wall without even being conscious of the fact he's doing it, his own thoughts very much getting lost in the same sorts of places that Cheol-gang's have already been conquering. ]
I don't need to, sir. Major Cho. [ He swallows, voice a low murmur, words still so much bolder than he feels. ] G-get off, I mean-- i-in fact I might find it more appropriate that you do not bother yourself with concern for my pleasure at all.
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He presses a hand over his face, feeling the heat of it sting his palm like a sunburn, before trying to fumble his coat closed at least enough at the bottom to help hide his shame, hide it slightly. ]
N-no, sir, I--
[ There's really no denying it at this point, though (why did he open his coat? never mind the heat, why?) leaving Irving caught miserably between the ingrained respect and decorum he should be conducting himself with in front of a superior officer -- even one representing a foreign nation's army -- afforded by his own rank, and the expanding arousal that feels like it might start burning holes in him at any moment. ]
That is, not normally, I wouldn't-- before now, I've most certainly never...
[ He's backing himself up against the wall without even being conscious of the fact he's doing it, his own thoughts very much getting lost in the same sorts of places that Cheol-gang's have already been conquering. ]
I don't need to, sir. Major Cho. [ He swallows, voice a low murmur, words still so much bolder than he feels. ] G-get off, I mean-- i-in fact I might find it more appropriate that you do not bother yourself with concern for my pleasure at all.