[He stares at Sampo as the conman says he came here for him, a myriad array of feelings flicking across his face, across his eyes. Coming here for him, impossible? But he likes that. His cock likes that. He wants to believe in it, even if it seems like the most obvious bullshit a thief would say to get out of jail time. It might be bullshit, but it's...nice. It's very nice. He wants to believe in it. He swallows.
Handsome face is obviously flattery, but it's part of what Gepard's rapidly realizing is their new normal. Their routine, whatever it was going to become; Sampo says nice things he doesn't exactly mean, and Gepard doesn't believe in them, but likes it anyway.
Sampo feeling a little lonely is also astonishingly plausible. Because he also felt a little lonely. And now here they were, one definitely-lonely guy, and one could-be couldn't-be lonely guy, and all of this would feel nicer if his cock wasn't hanging out.
But that's besides the point. Sampo licks his lips. Offers to help. Gepard scowls. He's holding onto Sampo. Short of cutting his arm off, Sampo's not going anywhere. Because he does have a raging problem and Sampo could be the solution to that problem, yes, but Gepard can't pretend like he's Sexy Captain Landau anymore, no, he's bad at being Sexy Captain Landau. Terrible. Horrible.]
Well, this is your fault. [It's deliberate, low, and frustrated, and a little bit angry, because he tried to jerk off more than once after...that, tried to do some self care in his own damn office because he's that pent up, it didn't go anywhere because it paled in comparison to the real thing and he was left sweaty and dissatisfied and Gepard's so tired and he wants, he never tried to want and now he wants, and now here's Sampo Koski acting like he didn't have a thing to do with it? Really?]
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Handsome face is obviously flattery, but it's part of what Gepard's rapidly realizing is their new normal. Their routine, whatever it was going to become; Sampo says nice things he doesn't exactly mean, and Gepard doesn't believe in them, but likes it anyway.
Sampo feeling a little lonely is also astonishingly plausible. Because he also felt a little lonely. And now here they were, one definitely-lonely guy, and one could-be couldn't-be lonely guy, and all of this would feel nicer if his cock wasn't hanging out.
But that's besides the point. Sampo licks his lips. Offers to help. Gepard scowls. He's holding onto Sampo. Short of cutting his arm off, Sampo's not going anywhere. Because he does have a raging problem and Sampo could be the solution to that problem, yes, but Gepard can't pretend like he's Sexy Captain Landau anymore, no, he's bad at being Sexy Captain Landau. Terrible. Horrible.]
Well, this is your fault. [It's deliberate, low, and frustrated, and a little bit angry, because he tried to jerk off more than once after...that, tried to do some self care in his own damn office because he's that pent up, it didn't go anywhere because it paled in comparison to the real thing and he was left sweaty and dissatisfied and Gepard's so tired and he wants, he never tried to want and now he wants, and now here's Sampo Koski acting like he didn't have a thing to do with it? Really?]