Do you know— [ Cheol-gang grinds against him again, because he can, because the heavy fabric of his uniform slacks has all at once been recontextualized from uncomfortably tight to another source of pressure and friction. ] —what would happen if a prisoner did that? A subordinate?
[ It's clear that Irving wants to hear such details, that he finds his own role in this equally gratifying. He wants to be thrown around and ignored on some level, is apologizing as much for his own benefit as Cheol-gang's, surely. This is their game; the feeling of Irving's erection pressing into his own inner thigh—the only contact he's granted—attests to that much. And nonexistent God does he play the role well.
He should be proud of himself. This is more of a response than any Kaesong whores ever managed to get from the then-eighteen-year-old Cho Cheol-gang. ]
I could end you. Right now. If the situation were different— If you were— a threat to us—... I would, Lieutenant.
cw murder...references...
[ It's clear that Irving wants to hear such details, that he finds his own role in this equally gratifying. He wants to be thrown around and ignored on some level, is apologizing as much for his own benefit as Cheol-gang's, surely. This is their game; the feeling of Irving's erection pressing into his own inner thigh—the only contact he's granted—attests to that much. And nonexistent God does he play the role well.
He should be proud of himself. This is more of a response than any Kaesong whores ever managed to get from the then-eighteen-year-old Cho Cheol-gang. ]
I could end you. Right now. If the situation were different— If you were— a threat to us—... I would, Lieutenant.
[ Probably. Maybe. ]