[Sampo is calm and confident in a way Gepard never is, at least, not when it comes to all things personal. (All things Belobog is, of course, a completely different story.) He says he'll make good on his promises. He says he'll bend him over- and Gepard blushes as Sampo puts it like that. Of all the ways he could've said it, he had to say it like that: no embellishment, no softening the blow, just sex.]
Did you really have to say it like that? [Gepard keeps his hands on Sampo's waist, just...politely rubbing his thumbs back and forth, hoping Sampo can't pick up on his...not quite anxiety, not quite nervousness, not quite neither of those, whatever it is that he's feeling. Anticipation? Maybe that.] Bend me over and show me a good time. [He half-imitates Sampo's tone as he says that, half-doesn't. An attempt was made, kind of.]
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Did you really have to say it like that? [Gepard keeps his hands on Sampo's waist, just...politely rubbing his thumbs back and forth, hoping Sampo can't pick up on his...not quite anxiety, not quite nervousness, not quite neither of those, whatever it is that he's feeling. Anticipation? Maybe that.] Bend me over and show me a good time. [He half-imitates Sampo's tone as he says that, half-doesn't. An attempt was made, kind of.]