[Ah, Gepard really is a good kisser. Maybe he's learned since he started having Sampo as his dirty little secret-- practice does make perfect, after all-- maybe it's how earnest and intense he is about the whole thing. Really giving it his all, every single time.]
[Sometimes, he gets this look in his eyes like he's stunned every time he pulls back and finds that Sampo is still there.]
Right, right. Well, I figured I'd make good on all my promises. [Sampo is all easy smiles to Gepard's sheepish verbal sidestepping.] I did say that I would bend you over and show you a good time. I'm prepared to deliver!
[He slips his hands down from Gepard's lovely shoulders, slides them instead down to the buttons of his impeccable uniform's jacket and starts pushing them through their buttonholes. Hard to do much delivering on any promises if Gepard's covered with so much starched fabric.]
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[Sometimes, he gets this look in his eyes like he's stunned every time he pulls back and finds that Sampo is still there.]
Right, right. Well, I figured I'd make good on all my promises. [Sampo is all easy smiles to Gepard's sheepish verbal sidestepping.] I did say that I would bend you over and show you a good time. I'm prepared to deliver!
[He slips his hands down from Gepard's lovely shoulders, slides them instead down to the buttons of his impeccable uniform's jacket and starts pushing them through their buttonholes. Hard to do much delivering on any promises if Gepard's covered with so much starched fabric.]