[ Irving makes a sound, not quite like a moan but more of a suppressed whimper, a hm!, as Cheol-gang's hand holds him in place with a firmness that is a bit uncomfortable but not exactly painful.
At any rate, Irving doesn't mind it; at any rate, he has no intention of fighting to get free (or, indeed, even any curiosity regarding whether or not he could if he so chose to try). He stands his ground, not letting his gaze falter or cut away even when he feels the other man's erection pressing into him tortuously near Irving's own. ]
I will not protest a bit of pain, sir. Not at all. Is it not indeed a prerequisite for discipline that all such lessons must be hard-learned?
[ He knows this abstractly, that punishments are meant to hurt and humiliate, but he's of course never done anything to merit a whipping or flogging himself-- not within the navy, not aboard his ship.
But this is different. Duplicity is different, that much cannot be denied, but by that fact alone Irving knows that much of what he's allowed himself to do (and be done to him) here, coerced or not, already should merit deep penance of some kind.
When his eyes finally skirt aside it's only to look at the floor numbers lit up above the door, sweat soaking through his scarf as he wonders which level the elevator will stop at-- whether this, whatever "this" actually is, will this happen here, or if they'll make it first to Major Cho's apartment. ]
SAME CWS + probably some religious repression/internalized fuckery due to come up
At any rate, Irving doesn't mind it; at any rate, he has no intention of fighting to get free (or, indeed, even any curiosity regarding whether or not he could if he so chose to try). He stands his ground, not letting his gaze falter or cut away even when he feels the other man's erection pressing into him tortuously near Irving's own. ]
I will not protest a bit of pain, sir. Not at all. Is it not indeed a prerequisite for discipline that all such lessons must be hard-learned?
[ He knows this abstractly, that punishments are meant to hurt and humiliate, but he's of course never done anything to merit a whipping or flogging himself-- not within the navy, not aboard his ship.
But this is different. Duplicity is different, that much cannot be denied, but by that fact alone Irving knows that much of what he's allowed himself to do (and be done to him) here, coerced or not, already should merit deep penance of some kind.
When his eyes finally skirt aside it's only to look at the floor numbers lit up above the door, sweat soaking through his scarf as he wonders which level the elevator will stop at-- whether this, whatever "this" actually is, will this happen here, or if they'll make it first to Major Cho's apartment. ]
All I fear is if we may be... interrupted.