the other has a grip on seol’s arm, trying to get him to listen, to trust this feeling he has. for a moment, seol thinks he’s drunk, blurting absolute trash but he looks startling awake, alert and genuinely, worried? seol would usually laugh it off but the stranger isn’t wrong; something pretty terrible is about to happen. once seol reaches his target for the night, shit will hit the fan. it’s a future within grasp, a future seol will make happen. so he stands a little straighter. so, he jerks his arm out of the other’s grip. so he smiles, “ if you can feel it, you get the fuck out. consider yourself lucky or whatever. ” he starts to brush past the stranger from this strange encounter. “ now, go. ”

Eventually he reached his goal, Junghwa’s dick, and he kissed the tip of it tenderly before slowly taking it into his mouth. This wasn’t the first time he’s done something like this, but he wouldn’t call himself an expert, either way though, he was eager to make Junghwa come undone, gasping and moaning his name as he spilled down his throat. So he focused on doing just that, occasionally swirling his tongue over the head, or having his hands stroke what his mouth couldn’t get to.