extramuralise: (hope this doesn't awaken anything in me)
✟ πŸΉπšπ™³ π™»πšƒ. 𝙹𝙾𝙷𝙽 π™Έπšπš…π™Έπ™½π™Ά ([personal profile] extramuralise) wrote in [community profile] duplicitymemes 2022-02-10 02:08 pm (UTC)

[ The brush against his neck causes Irving's pulse to jump, race, pound in his ears, the implication more distracting in that moment than the frictional grinding occurring further down his body. He shivers, the threat rattling down his throat (with a clear gulp that no doubt Cheol-gang can feel under the light touch of his thumb) and traveling through the rest of his extremities like quicksilver, evoking something akin to a psychosomatic fight or flight response.

There's little doubt this man could do it, too. Irving's not a particularly strong or sturdy man, wasn't even when he'd been at the peak of health, whereas Cheol-gang radiates power in every word, every light (or not so light) touch... he could go through with it, and although Irving doesn't assume he will, just the knowledge of what he's capable of sends a thrilled judder down Irving's spine that he can't quite explain.
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I can't... rightfully say.

[ The words come out more demurely than intended, in his effort not to simply answer with the yes he knows Cheol-gang likely would rather hear; Irving's own training, common sense, and (by now quite ravaged) sense of propriety stop him from granting that bold of an answer to another military man, let alone one who's still mostly unknown to him. That would be dangerous.

But then, this is already somewhat dangerous, isn't it?
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Is my own pleasure not irrelevant at this stage?

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