[ There's almost no time for Irving to react (thankfully) before he's harshly flipped over onto his back -- head rapping the floor somewhat painfully -- and pinned there, Cheol-gang then making it even further difficult for Irving to move by straddling his hips, the weight of him unrelenting in spite of the two men's size difference.
Irving stares up at him, eyes blown wide with overwhelm and breathing fast, although he doesn't look scared, per se-- maybe somewhat over the fact that so much of this is still so unknown to him, Irving does rather fear the unknown, but not the reality itself; not Cheol-gang himself. ]
Ah--
[ The curse might otherwise have made him flinch, if not for the stimulation being significantly more distracting, more worth Irving's attention. He bucks into slightly, responsively, not so much intending to but unable to help it, like a reflex.
He swallows, and it's loud in the brief stillness, quiet apart from the sounds of them breathing. ]
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Irving stares up at him, eyes blown wide with overwhelm and breathing fast, although he doesn't look scared, per se-- maybe somewhat over the fact that so much of this is still so unknown to him, Irving does rather fear the unknown, but not the reality itself; not Cheol-gang himself. ]
Ah--
[ The curse might otherwise have made him flinch, if not for the stimulation being significantly more distracting, more worth Irving's attention. He bucks into slightly, responsively, not so much intending to but unable to help it, like a reflex.
He swallows, and it's loud in the brief stillness, quiet apart from the sounds of them breathing. ]
M-my apologies.