[ It's a sentiment that's been implicit in his daily interactions back home for a while now, but it's a different matter entirely to hear it from a man on his knees, from this man, while he's already more aroused than he'd previously gone through life believing he was capable of. He narrowly stops himself from shivering.
Cheol-gang strides forward and stops a few inches short of physical contact, staring down with a look of indifference as he racks the slide: a firm, powerful clack, a threat and a warning and something else he can't define. He doesn't press the muzzle to Irving's cheek, but he comes close. ]
On the floor. Now.
[ This is itβall of this is what was missing every time in the past. He supposes he should thank Irving for that.
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Cheol-gang strides forward and stops a few inches short of physical contact, staring down with a look of indifference as he racks the slide: a firm, powerful clack, a threat and a warning and something else he can't define. He doesn't press the muzzle to Irving's cheek, but he comes close. ]
On the floor. Now.
[ This is itβall of this is what was missing every time in the past. He supposes he should thank Irving for that.
(He won't.) ]