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[He bobs lower in the water with a blush and a furious little burble, before just- Gepard can't swim away, and doesn't want to swim away, but also does, and he wants to splash Sampo but it feels rude to splash his idiot because his idiot's spending the night with him (and that's very exciting, Sampo will wake up to see a pair of blue eyes staring at him with fascination before said head ducks back underwater to go back to sleep) and-
Well, anyway.]
Something tells me I won't have a choice.
[Because surely, his human's flirting with other people with legs and doing leg things with them and he can't see it because he's a fish. Right?]
Different question. [Change of subject.] Can you teach me how to read? I understand some of it, but I'd like to know more.
Well, anyway.]
Something tells me I won't have a choice.
[Because surely, his human's flirting with other people with legs and doing leg things with them and he can't see it because he's a fish. Right?]
Different question. [Change of subject.] Can you teach me how to read? I understand some of it, but I'd like to know more.
[There's a cock in his mouth and Gepard's hand in his hair and, really, what else does Sampo need in life? As always, the good Captain rises quickly to the occasion, going from half-chub to full hardness fast enough that it's impressive he didn't get lightheaded. What a cock-- it's one that he'd gladly suck, gladly warm, gladly have come all over his face. Right now, though, while Gepard chokes out his words, Sampo draws back a little and opens his mouth wide, giving the good Captain a view of his prick nestled against Sampo's tongue.]
[Then draws back further, letting it slip out completely. It stands at attention as firmly as any Silvermane guard. Practically saluting.]
Can't get that big thing out and not do anything with it. [He presses a kiss to the slick, reddened head, and when he leans back again, there's thin, sticky thread that briefly connects his lips and Gepard's cock.] Now be a good boy and turn around for me.
[Now that he's got Gepard good and hard, he's got an ass to bury his face in. And once Gepard does as he's told-- he'll get a good boy as praise when he does-- Sampo frames out that lovely ass with his hands, running his palms up Gepard's thighs until they catch on the swell of his cheeks. A soft, appreciative little noise slips out of his throat, entirely uncontrolled. Couldn't help himself.]
I don't know who plans your workouts, but I should send them a thank-you card. [He should give praise to Qlipoth for making a universe that could bring forth such a glorious ass. An ass worthy of the Preservation.]
[Then draws back further, letting it slip out completely. It stands at attention as firmly as any Silvermane guard. Practically saluting.]
Can't get that big thing out and not do anything with it. [He presses a kiss to the slick, reddened head, and when he leans back again, there's thin, sticky thread that briefly connects his lips and Gepard's cock.] Now be a good boy and turn around for me.
[Now that he's got Gepard good and hard, he's got an ass to bury his face in. And once Gepard does as he's told-- he'll get a good boy as praise when he does-- Sampo frames out that lovely ass with his hands, running his palms up Gepard's thighs until they catch on the swell of his cheeks. A soft, appreciative little noise slips out of his throat, entirely uncontrolled. Couldn't help himself.]
I don't know who plans your workouts, but I should send them a thank-you card. [He should give praise to Qlipoth for making a universe that could bring forth such a glorious ass. An ass worthy of the Preservation.]
Can't you at least pretend that you'll be happy if I succeed? I'll be a rehabilitated man! A pillar of the community!
[And maybe certain handsome former guard captains would like to take rehabilitated pillars of the community to be happy for him in the adult way? That's really probably the best that he could hope for-- but what's life without a little ambition? A few hopeless dreams? Maybe he'll get a dreambubble the next time he's in Penacony and be sad and pathetic to his little metaphorical heart's content.]
Ah, I see how it is. I'll have to bribe you for it, won't I? You're not Captain anymore, you can take bribes.
[Gepard had been too honorable a man to take bribes when he was in the guard-- there were other men that weren't quite so upright as him that Sampo had gotten his hooks into once upon a time, for the right price or, once, the right act. (He'd actually been quite glad when that man had gotten kicked out for unrelated reasons. Like, sure, Sampo had done it, but that guy's the one who asked. Have a little class, man.) But now, Gepard could get bribed and it's not even really a bribe, it's just getting gifts.]
How many lemons would it take? Oranges? There's a lot of citrus in the galaxy! Maybe some grapefruit? Oh, something a little more rare, I could probably get some yuzu or pomelo.
[How much fruit does it take to buy out Gepard Landau?]
[And maybe certain handsome former guard captains would like to take rehabilitated pillars of the community to be happy for him in the adult way? That's really probably the best that he could hope for-- but what's life without a little ambition? A few hopeless dreams? Maybe he'll get a dreambubble the next time he's in Penacony and be sad and pathetic to his little metaphorical heart's content.]
Ah, I see how it is. I'll have to bribe you for it, won't I? You're not Captain anymore, you can take bribes.
[Gepard had been too honorable a man to take bribes when he was in the guard-- there were other men that weren't quite so upright as him that Sampo had gotten his hooks into once upon a time, for the right price or, once, the right act. (He'd actually been quite glad when that man had gotten kicked out for unrelated reasons. Like, sure, Sampo had done it, but that guy's the one who asked. Have a little class, man.) But now, Gepard could get bribed and it's not even really a bribe, it's just getting gifts.]
How many lemons would it take? Oranges? There's a lot of citrus in the galaxy! Maybe some grapefruit? Oh, something a little more rare, I could probably get some yuzu or pomelo.
[How much fruit does it take to buy out Gepard Landau?]
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[He makes a noise at succeed. Neither positive nor neutral, just a noise acknowledging that he heard what Sampo said. As Sampo describes himself as a pillar of the community, Gepard can't resist cutting in with an exasperated,]
Sampo, please-
[But Sampo talks, as absurd as always. Bribes. He's just a guy, he's hardly anyone that Sampo would need to bribe, but Sampo brings up grapefruit and oranges, and he has Gepard's attention, it's obvious that he has his attention, and he can't help what slips out.]
What's a yuzu?
[If Sampo whipped out a yuzu right then and there he'd probably scoot in, that's how curious he is. It sounds...interesting?]
Sampo, please-
[But Sampo talks, as absurd as always. Bribes. He's just a guy, he's hardly anyone that Sampo would need to bribe, but Sampo brings up grapefruit and oranges, and he has Gepard's attention, it's obvious that he has his attention, and he can't help what slips out.]
What's a yuzu?
[If Sampo whipped out a yuzu right then and there he'd probably scoot in, that's how curious he is. It sounds...interesting?]
Oh, no, this is fine for me!
[For now. If he has his way, Gepard will be buying him more things another day, when they're on real dates. But that's something for Future Sampo to enjoy, Present Sampo has to rizz his way into getting a Cute Blond to take a chance with him.]
[It didn't take very long for them to get a coconut cold brew together-- just pouring it, really-- and a few minutes longer for them to finish up with Sampo's abomination of a drink.]
[It can barely be classified as a drink-- it's a potion of making your heart explode. A potion of fighting God at 2 AM in a Denny's parking lot. The baristas have to get all three of the espresso machines that they have back there going to produce the sheer quantity of coffee shots that go into this lone cup, along with an altogether frightening number of pumps from a bottle of white mocha sauce, shaken with ice but served in a cup that does not have any ice in it. It's a slightly creamy looking and yet somehow also slightly menacing beverage that lurks on the counter that it's placed on.]
[Don't mix up the drinks, Gepard.]
[For now. If he has his way, Gepard will be buying him more things another day, when they're on real dates. But that's something for Future Sampo to enjoy, Present Sampo has to rizz his way into getting a Cute Blond to take a chance with him.]
[It didn't take very long for them to get a coconut cold brew together-- just pouring it, really-- and a few minutes longer for them to finish up with Sampo's abomination of a drink.]
[It can barely be classified as a drink-- it's a potion of making your heart explode. A potion of fighting God at 2 AM in a Denny's parking lot. The baristas have to get all three of the espresso machines that they have back there going to produce the sheer quantity of coffee shots that go into this lone cup, along with an altogether frightening number of pumps from a bottle of white mocha sauce, shaken with ice but served in a cup that does not have any ice in it. It's a slightly creamy looking and yet somehow also slightly menacing beverage that lurks on the counter that it's placed on.]
[Don't mix up the drinks, Gepard.]
[He doesn't, mainly because that abomination has such a vile aura that he can't quite bring himself to touch it. His coconut cold brew? Normal. Friendly. Inviting. It's a drink that wants to be friends, if but in a slightly professional way. A little bit of fun, a little bit of business.
Then there's that fucking thing which lurks on the counter, and Gepard just stares at it because it's so menacing. So ominous. It repels him.]
What...is it? [Gepard reaches out ever so slightly for it, and then balls his hand into a fist and retracts it. It feels dangerous.]
Then there's that fucking thing which lurks on the counter, and Gepard just stares at it because it's so menacing. So ominous. It repels him.]
What...is it? [Gepard reaches out ever so slightly for it, and then balls his hand into a fist and retracts it. It feels dangerous.]
It's coffee, of course.
[It is not coffee. It's what coffee becomes after its villain origin story. It's coffee that joined a cult and learned dark and unholy secrets. It's coffee that Sampo picks up like it's completely normal and takes a sip of without flinching.]
[This is, probably, a red flag. At the very least, it's an indication that Sampo is not a normal man, and one that Gepard should probably heed. Or not, whatever, it's his life.]
All good?
[Don't worry about the contents of his cup and what it might be doing to his insides. They've got plants to see, that's clearly the more important thing here!]
[It is not coffee. It's what coffee becomes after its villain origin story. It's coffee that joined a cult and learned dark and unholy secrets. It's coffee that Sampo picks up like it's completely normal and takes a sip of without flinching.]
[This is, probably, a red flag. At the very least, it's an indication that Sampo is not a normal man, and one that Gepard should probably heed. Or not, whatever, it's his life.]
All good?
[Don't worry about the contents of his cup and what it might be doing to his insides. They've got plants to see, that's clearly the more important thing here!]
All good. [He says, as he takes Sampo by the arm, because if Sampo suffers heart failure thanks to that thing and passes out, he needs to be prepared to catch him before he falls and hits his head on something and suffers even more brain damage than he already has. Given that they're both holding drinks, this is the only way, and, yes, Gepard Landau is fully prepared to slam back his so he's in a better position to catch Sampo at the first sign of trouble.]
I'm excited. I haven't really gone much of anywhere in a long time - too busy with work. [And care packages for Lynx and all that, but Sampo doesn't need to know all of the details.]
I'm excited. I haven't really gone much of anywhere in a long time - too busy with work. [And care packages for Lynx and all that, but Sampo doesn't need to know all of the details.]
[Wow, so maybe the way to Gepard's heart really is through vitamin C. The man is clearly interested in the prospect of getting his hands on more citrus fruits, and like. That's not how Sampo expected this conversation to go, but he's not going to look a gift crystal lizard in the gizzard.]
It's a fruit, kind of looks like a small orange? Tastes like if you crossed a grapefruit and a mandarin.
[Sampo can't just pull one out of his pocket-- he keeps a lot of things in there, but not an entire fruit stand-- but he can pull a picture up on his phone to show Gepard. See, there you go, it's a real thing. Sampo isn't just making up words.]
I'll get some for you! It'll be my first import, once I get everything up and running.
It's a fruit, kind of looks like a small orange? Tastes like if you crossed a grapefruit and a mandarin.
[Sampo can't just pull one out of his pocket-- he keeps a lot of things in there, but not an entire fruit stand-- but he can pull a picture up on his phone to show Gepard. See, there you go, it's a real thing. Sampo isn't just making up words.]
I'll get some for you! It'll be my first import, once I get everything up and running.
[Go ahead, take him by the arm-- he just thinks it's cute and endearing. Sampo has no idea that Gepard secretly thinks that he's going to give himself a heart attack through caffeine overdose, though, really, someone should be looking out for Sampo's heart health, because he clearly isn't.]
[He leads Gepard across the street, over towards the doors for the Conservatory. They take his tickets at the door, and once inside, there's a wave of warm, moist air as they enter what's essentially a giant greenhouse. The first room has a welcome center with maps and a gift shop, and further in, it opens up into a palm garden set up with glass sculptures.]
So there's an exhibition going on for the next few weeks. [Sampo snags one of the maps as they walk by, just in case they get lost later.] Some famous glassblower has a bunch of sculptures set up in the greenhouses with the plants, it sounded like it would be nice to see.
[And, y'know, good for the old art block.]
[He leads Gepard across the street, over towards the doors for the Conservatory. They take his tickets at the door, and once inside, there's a wave of warm, moist air as they enter what's essentially a giant greenhouse. The first room has a welcome center with maps and a gift shop, and further in, it opens up into a palm garden set up with glass sculptures.]
So there's an exhibition going on for the next few weeks. [Sampo snags one of the maps as they walk by, just in case they get lost later.] Some famous glassblower has a bunch of sculptures set up in the greenhouses with the plants, it sounded like it would be nice to see.
[And, y'know, good for the old art block.]
You’re a very good masseuse and pillow. I’d give you a stellar review!
[A+, excellent body pillow, would cuddle again. Would maybe spoon, if the opportunity arose, or even fork.]
[He closes his eyes. Gepard’s fingers haven’t stopped yet, and it’s really hard to resist the urge to just fall asleep on him. He’s warm and full and getting a totally platonic neck rub from a handsome man, who wouldn’t feel like taking a little nap in that situation?]
Are you trying to— [He interrupts himself with a yawn.] —put me to sleep? Because it’s working.
[A+, excellent body pillow, would cuddle again. Would maybe spoon, if the opportunity arose, or even fork.]
[He closes his eyes. Gepard’s fingers haven’t stopped yet, and it’s really hard to resist the urge to just fall asleep on him. He’s warm and full and getting a totally platonic neck rub from a handsome man, who wouldn’t feel like taking a little nap in that situation?]
Are you trying to— [He interrupts himself with a yawn.] —put me to sleep? Because it’s working.
[He does lean in as he's shown a yuzu. He does make an appreciative, curious noise, an-]
Oh.
[Because that's sure a picture of a fruit on a phone.]
It sounded like the sort of thing you'd make up. [Well- and Gepard leans back again.] Sorry. But, well, it does. A yuzu, a pomelo, I only believe in a grapefruit because I've had one once. [And only once. Very tart.]
My- [Can he trust Sampo with this?
...apparently so. He can give this much to him, in an apology, and the slightest of olive branches.] My daughter likes fruit, you see. I'm always interested in letting her try something new.
Oh.
[Because that's sure a picture of a fruit on a phone.]
It sounded like the sort of thing you'd make up. [Well- and Gepard leans back again.] Sorry. But, well, it does. A yuzu, a pomelo, I only believe in a grapefruit because I've had one once. [And only once. Very tart.]
My- [Can he trust Sampo with this?
...apparently so. He can give this much to him, in an apology, and the slightest of olive branches.] My daughter likes fruit, you see. I'm always interested in letting her try something new.
[Meanwhile, here he is, wishing he paid more attention during CPR training, half-wishing he'd become a paramedic or something useful instead of an artist because if Sampo collapses because of a drink he bought he'd never forgive himself. But, for now, he's being cute and endearing.
There's a wave of moist, hot air, Gepard makes an appreciative noise as they enter and he promptly stops paying attention to Sampo because he's too busy taking in everything. Because he knew this place existed. He just was too busy with work and family and more work and more family, and while he's done things, he also hasn't done...things.
Well, anyway, after a moment, Gepard remembers that he's got a man on his arm and he really likes this man right now, actually, he's very charmed. A map is snagged.]
Do you come here often? [It seems like it. Sampo seems really well prepared given everything.]
There's a wave of moist, hot air, Gepard makes an appreciative noise as they enter and he promptly stops paying attention to Sampo because he's too busy taking in everything. Because he knew this place existed. He just was too busy with work and family and more work and more family, and while he's done things, he also hasn't done...things.
Well, anyway, after a moment, Gepard remembers that he's got a man on his arm and he really likes this man right now, actually, he's very charmed. A map is snagged.]
Do you come here often? [It seems like it. Sampo seems really well prepared given everything.]
[And then his fingers...stop, they stop, just resting there, because Figaro raised a good point- kind of, that as much as he likes this, he also maybe shouldn't...indulge because...
Because of some reason or another. Because. Because it's a bad idea. Because it'll lead to more useless pining.]
Should I be sending you on your way?
Because of some reason or another. Because. Because it's a bad idea. Because it'll lead to more useless pining.]
Should I be sending you on your way?
[In hindsight, he perhaps should've fought Sampo harder for control of the night, but at the time Gepard had been...
Intrigued by what the night might promise. Curious about where things might go. Tantalizingly aware that he actually might trust Sampo enough to give him the reins without any qualifiers or any conditions, which should scare him more than it did. He wouldn't trust Sampo with the keys to Belobog's museum. He'd trust him with his ass.
...but now Gepard's aware that there's a possibility that he hadn't considered, which is that Sampo might not betray him, nor hurt him, nor hurt others, but might absolutely turn him into a needy fucking mess, and as Sampo pulls off he whines. He fucking whines as Sampo kisses his head.]
Sampo.
[Good boy also is apparently doing things for him. What a terrible discovery, but, he doesn't like it and also simultaneously really liked it. Things Gepard never wanted to know about himself. But, he turns around and wishes there was a counter so he can bury his face in his hands.]
Please. [Thank you cards? He can't relax.] An ass is an ass.
Intrigued by what the night might promise. Curious about where things might go. Tantalizingly aware that he actually might trust Sampo enough to give him the reins without any qualifiers or any conditions, which should scare him more than it did. He wouldn't trust Sampo with the keys to Belobog's museum. He'd trust him with his ass.
...but now Gepard's aware that there's a possibility that he hadn't considered, which is that Sampo might not betray him, nor hurt him, nor hurt others, but might absolutely turn him into a needy fucking mess, and as Sampo pulls off he whines. He fucking whines as Sampo kisses his head.]
Sampo.
[Good boy also is apparently doing things for him. What a terrible discovery, but, he doesn't like it and also simultaneously really liked it. Things Gepard never wanted to know about himself. But, he turns around and wishes there was a counter so he can bury his face in his hands.]
Please. [Thank you cards? He can't relax.] An ass is an ass.
This ass? This ass right here? [You know, the one Sampo has in his hands, the one that’s firm and well-muscled and shapely? The one that can only be called the platonic ideal of an ass in the philosophical sense, because nothing Sampo wants to do with it could ever be called platonic?] This, my dear, my friend, is not just an ass.
[He presses a kiss to one of those lovely, porcelain-pale cheeks, then pries them apart to have a look at the most hidden parts of him. Sampo is a man of many tastes, and sometimes those tastes are nasty. But they both know what they’re here for, and it’s not a gentlemanly affair.]
Somebody should carve a likeness of this ass and put it in the Museum for all posterity. [Put it up for show, like all good art. Sampo laughs, his stupid little giggle.] Not that it’d be on exhibit for very long before I’d take it.
[He’s got an eye for expensive things, what can he say. And if you carved a nude of Gepard out of marble and put it up in a museum, no one would doubt that he’d fit in amongst all the ancient art of heroes and demigods. It almost makes Sampo wish he could draw.]
[Sampo gets a better view of what’s between Gepard’s cheeks when he leans in and blows a soft stream of air over his hole. Wink for him, Geppie.]
But I’m getting off track, aren’t I?
[Focus up, Koski. Get your head in the game! Or at least get your face in that ass.]
[Which is exactly what he does— buries his face between those pretty pale cheeks and goes right for it, tongue to hole. Messy, because there’s no real way to eat ass daintily, and heedless of his own eventual need to come up for air.]
[He presses a kiss to one of those lovely, porcelain-pale cheeks, then pries them apart to have a look at the most hidden parts of him. Sampo is a man of many tastes, and sometimes those tastes are nasty. But they both know what they’re here for, and it’s not a gentlemanly affair.]
Somebody should carve a likeness of this ass and put it in the Museum for all posterity. [Put it up for show, like all good art. Sampo laughs, his stupid little giggle.] Not that it’d be on exhibit for very long before I’d take it.
[He’s got an eye for expensive things, what can he say. And if you carved a nude of Gepard out of marble and put it up in a museum, no one would doubt that he’d fit in amongst all the ancient art of heroes and demigods. It almost makes Sampo wish he could draw.]
[Sampo gets a better view of what’s between Gepard’s cheeks when he leans in and blows a soft stream of air over his hole. Wink for him, Geppie.]
But I’m getting off track, aren’t I?
[Focus up, Koski. Get your head in the game! Or at least get your face in that ass.]
[Which is exactly what he does— buries his face between those pretty pale cheeks and goes right for it, tongue to hole. Messy, because there’s no real way to eat ass daintily, and heedless of his own eventual need to come up for air.]
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[The pining would be less useless if he ever stopped being quiet about it, but Gepard wouldn't be Gepard if he didn't quietly torture himself with something that he desires but refuses to allow himself to have.]
[His fingers stop combing through Sampo's thick hair, and he makes a displeased little noise about it but otherwise doesn't move. He's really enjoying that scalp massage, it seems like a shame to stop it just because the good Captain hasn't figured out that he needs to take a few steps out of the closet yet.]
Do you want me out of your hair? [He tips his head a little to get a better look up at Gepard. From this angle, he's only marginally less handsome because no one looks good when you can see up their nostrils.] I'd have to come back soon to make lunch for you, anyway. So it's not really any easier for me to leave and come back.
[Besides, he has ideas for that leftover tenderloin from last night. Some crunchy bread, a few greens, some horseradish and an au jus to dip it in... he'll make a sandwich so good that Gepard'll be glad to give him neck rubs.]
[His fingers stop combing through Sampo's thick hair, and he makes a displeased little noise about it but otherwise doesn't move. He's really enjoying that scalp massage, it seems like a shame to stop it just because the good Captain hasn't figured out that he needs to take a few steps out of the closet yet.]
Do you want me out of your hair? [He tips his head a little to get a better look up at Gepard. From this angle, he's only marginally less handsome because no one looks good when you can see up their nostrils.] I'd have to come back soon to make lunch for you, anyway. So it's not really any easier for me to leave and come back.
[Besides, he has ideas for that leftover tenderloin from last night. Some crunchy bread, a few greens, some horseradish and an au jus to dip it in... he'll make a sandwich so good that Gepard'll be glad to give him neck rubs.]
I see! [The real way to Gepard Landau's heart, or maybe just his pants, then, isn't really fruit bribes nor other standard seduction practices-- it's via his adored daughter. An unusual tactic, to be sure, but Sampo's never shied away from new methods. Adapt, improvise, overcome! If he can get little Miss Lily to like him, than Gepard won't be far behind.] I'll have to get more than just citrus, then! Mango, maybe? Pineapple?
[What fruits do little girls like? A question that Sampo would've never thought that he'd have to answer.]
Does she prefer something sweet? [He grins, leaning forward a little towards Gepard. Bastard behavior.] Or maybe her daddy does?
[Ever wanted to hear Sampo call you daddy, Gepard? Probably not, but that's just how it is in this bitch of a galaxy.]
[What fruits do little girls like? A question that Sampo would've never thought that he'd have to answer.]
Does she prefer something sweet? [He grins, leaning forward a little towards Gepard. Bastard behavior.] Or maybe her daddy does?
[Ever wanted to hear Sampo call you daddy, Gepard? Probably not, but that's just how it is in this bitch of a galaxy.]
[Sampo suggests mangos. He mentions a pineapple. And Gepard is about to say something helpful, useful, and then - Sampo leans in. He sees that shit eating grin. He can practically smell the bastard behavior, taste it, see it coming.]
Sampo-
[But he can't stop it, and as Sampo calls him daddy, well. He can't say he likes it, but it puts a blush on his face, a certain heat on the back of his neck, and gives him ideas he can't quite squash.]
If you're going to call me names, I'd rather you stuck with Geppie over calling me that.
[A concession, or a white flag of surrender, it's tough to tell.]
Sampo-
[But he can't stop it, and as Sampo calls him daddy, well. He can't say he likes it, but it puts a blush on his face, a certain heat on the back of his neck, and gives him ideas he can't quite squash.]
If you're going to call me names, I'd rather you stuck with Geppie over calling me that.
[A concession, or a white flag of surrender, it's tough to tell.]
Oh! [Right, the reading thing. Sampo does have other things to do than just flirt outrageously with a handsome fishman.] Of course! You're in luck, I'm a great teacher. We'll have you reading in no time!
[He can, like, get some books or something back in town and bring those back. They taught kids how to read with them, how hard could it be for an adult to figure it out?]
[But that's a problem for another day. Today, he's got a handsome fishman to entertain and chat up and continue to flirt with. Maybe ask a question or two about that little trinket that he'd given him before, that little golden pendant. He'd gotten a chain for it, so that he could keep it around his neck. It would be rude not to wear a gift, right?]
[He'd written similar questions in a letter, sent it off to an acquaintance of an acquaintance. He's still waiting to see if that line of inquiry bears fruit. He's heard things about that woman, a Miss Black Swan, and maybe she'll be the one who comes through for him.]
[He can, like, get some books or something back in town and bring those back. They taught kids how to read with them, how hard could it be for an adult to figure it out?]
[But that's a problem for another day. Today, he's got a handsome fishman to entertain and chat up and continue to flirt with. Maybe ask a question or two about that little trinket that he'd given him before, that little golden pendant. He'd gotten a chain for it, so that he could keep it around his neck. It would be rude not to wear a gift, right?]
[He'd written similar questions in a letter, sent it off to an acquaintance of an acquaintance. He's still waiting to see if that line of inquiry bears fruit. He's heard things about that woman, a Miss Black Swan, and maybe she'll be the one who comes through for him.]
[And said fishman is smiling at Sampo, because he's willing to teach him! He didn't make fun of him! And for a moment thinks that it's a shame they're not of the same species because then they could crowd around a book more easily, and then Gepard decides to not think about that too much. Sure, his tail is still kind of sore, but this is turning out to be so nice...
Speaking of nice, Gepard wiggles in, and gestures for Sampo to get close so he can just touch and hold and admire that chain that he got for the pendant.]
I'm glad you kept it. [Okay, alright, he can admit it.] I didn't know what I should get you, but I wanted to give you something.
Speaking of nice, Gepard wiggles in, and gestures for Sampo to get close so he can just touch and hold and admire that chain that he got for the pendant.]
I'm glad you kept it. [Okay, alright, he can admit it.] I didn't know what I should get you, but I wanted to give you something.
[No, no, they're two men, zero feet apart because they're not gay. Anyway, Figaro asks if he wants him out of his hair, and Gepard shakes his head.]
No, I like having you here.
[It's embarrassing, but it's true, and as Gepard says that he nudges Figaro - asking without asking for him to move up, it'll be easier to rub his spine if he's a little ways up. Plus, any boners will be less awkward that way, probably.]
It's been... [Fuck it. He can admit it.] It's been fun. Which is strange given how all of this started and the fact I don't even know your name, and that's not even getting into how you eat people, but- nobody's perfect, I suppose.
No, I like having you here.
[It's embarrassing, but it's true, and as Gepard says that he nudges Figaro - asking without asking for him to move up, it'll be easier to rub his spine if he's a little ways up. Plus, any boners will be less awkward that way, probably.]
It's been... [Fuck it. He can admit it.] It's been fun. Which is strange given how all of this started and the fact I don't even know your name, and that's not even getting into how you eat people, but- nobody's perfect, I suppose.
[Really, it’s a good thing that they’re in some pretty cold water, because he’s got a handsome fishman wiggling in close and that could’ve caused some problems if things were a little warmer. Sampo’s a healthy young(ish) man, it’s only natural! But thankfully he doesn’t have to explain anything weird to Gepard. For all he knows, mermen don’t even have dicks.]
[Huh. That’s a question that he might have to investigate at some point, since he plans on getting fishy. Losing his dick wasn’t part of his admittedly poorly thought out plan, but maybe he should be prepared for that.]
[For right now, he’s distracted by Gepard touching his chest to get a look at the chain that now holds his pendant. Even though he’d originally given it expecting Sampo to sell it, he’s pleased that he didn’t. And Sampo’s pleased that he’s pleased!]
I liked it too much to get rid of it. Don’t you think it looks good on me?
[Gepard looks good on him, too. Sampo could get used to having pretty mermen cuddled up to him.]
You don’t know anything else about it, do you? It’s pretty unusual!
[Huh. That’s a question that he might have to investigate at some point, since he plans on getting fishy. Losing his dick wasn’t part of his admittedly poorly thought out plan, but maybe he should be prepared for that.]
[For right now, he’s distracted by Gepard touching his chest to get a look at the chain that now holds his pendant. Even though he’d originally given it expecting Sampo to sell it, he’s pleased that he didn’t. And Sampo’s pleased that he’s pleased!]
I liked it too much to get rid of it. Don’t you think it looks good on me?
[Gepard looks good on him, too. Sampo could get used to having pretty mermen cuddled up to him.]
You don’t know anything else about it, do you? It’s pretty unusual!
[It does, in fact, make him happy, and he's glad that the pendant hangs close to where he thinks a human's heart is (maybe? people have hearts and he's pretty sure they're in chests...) and Gepard smiles and his smile's a small, tender thing.]
I suppose.
[This is in response to it looking good on Sampo, because he doesn't even know Sampo, really, but every instinct in his body is screaming at him and telling him he should be careful around this human. Specifically in regards to giving him praise.
...but, ah, that's a good question; also, ah, his waist is starting to hurt a little - it's hard to hold this angle, fish bodies aren't meant to do this, and so Gepard does what every single fish would do and just snuggles right in. Because at this point, it's pretty normal for the two of them? Sampo carries him, he drags Sampo around. And also because...
...because. Besides, this seems like a long, and maybe difficult conversation.]
What do you want to know? I imagine you're not interested in how my great grandfather wore it around or family stories of that nature.
I suppose.
[This is in response to it looking good on Sampo, because he doesn't even know Sampo, really, but every instinct in his body is screaming at him and telling him he should be careful around this human. Specifically in regards to giving him praise.
...but, ah, that's a good question; also, ah, his waist is starting to hurt a little - it's hard to hold this angle, fish bodies aren't meant to do this, and so Gepard does what every single fish would do and just snuggles right in. Because at this point, it's pretty normal for the two of them? Sampo carries him, he drags Sampo around. And also because...
...because. Besides, this seems like a long, and maybe difficult conversation.]
What do you want to know? I imagine you're not interested in how my great grandfather wore it around or family stories of that nature.
[Yes, that ass. That ass right there. And Gepard whines as Sampo rhapsodizes about the merits of his ass, glad that he's staring out at Belobog and not at him. He's sure his face is burning up. He could probably be thrown into a snowbank and turn it into water. His face feels so hot and if there's any mercy at all, Qlipoth would dump a snowbank onto his head right here and now.
There is no such mercy. Sampo says someone should carve a replica out of marble and he moans, half turned on, half wishing Qlipoth would dump a snowbank on Sampo instead. He had thought that Sampo would just get on with it. And apparently no. No.
There is, once again, no such mercy. Sampo follows up by saying he'd steal it and Gepard aims a half-hearted kick (more of a nudge of his leg than an actual kick, really, the implication of resistance more than actual resistance) at Sampo because the last thing he wants to imagine is Sampo Koski with a marble statue of his ass. The resistance is quickly lost when Sampo blows a stream of air at him? He slumps, the only things keeping him upright his grip on the railing and a certain stubbornness, that he's not going to be wrecked by Sampo apparently wanting to thoroughly tease him. A death of a thousand cuts, except those thousand cuts are Sampo being Sampo.
And then Sampo starts eating his ass, and Gepard goes boneless, in full surrender, all tension- bad tension gone, because there's really no way of holding back when it comes to eating ass, is there? And Gepard can hear himself moan out some choked-back noise which suspiciously sounds like Sampo's name, one hand clutching the railing like it's a lifeline, the other one reaching back blindly, fishing for Sampo, what he can touch of him, which turns out to just be hair? But his hand grabs a hold of it, tugs it, fisting in it. If he was in his right mind, he'd probably feel bad. But right now, he's got a tongue in his ass, so thinking is far from Gepard's concerns at the moment. All he's trying to do is to keep his legs steady enough.]
There is no such mercy. Sampo says someone should carve a replica out of marble and he moans, half turned on, half wishing Qlipoth would dump a snowbank on Sampo instead. He had thought that Sampo would just get on with it. And apparently no. No.
There is, once again, no such mercy. Sampo follows up by saying he'd steal it and Gepard aims a half-hearted kick (more of a nudge of his leg than an actual kick, really, the implication of resistance more than actual resistance) at Sampo because the last thing he wants to imagine is Sampo Koski with a marble statue of his ass. The resistance is quickly lost when Sampo blows a stream of air at him? He slumps, the only things keeping him upright his grip on the railing and a certain stubbornness, that he's not going to be wrecked by Sampo apparently wanting to thoroughly tease him. A death of a thousand cuts, except those thousand cuts are Sampo being Sampo.
And then Sampo starts eating his ass, and Gepard goes boneless, in full surrender, all tension- bad tension gone, because there's really no way of holding back when it comes to eating ass, is there? And Gepard can hear himself moan out some choked-back noise which suspiciously sounds like Sampo's name, one hand clutching the railing like it's a lifeline, the other one reaching back blindly, fishing for Sampo, what he can touch of him, which turns out to just be hair? But his hand grabs a hold of it, tugs it, fisting in it. If he was in his right mind, he'd probably feel bad. But right now, he's got a tongue in his ass, so thinking is far from Gepard's concerns at the moment. All he's trying to do is to keep his legs steady enough.]
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