[Sampo laughs at Gepard's imitation of his cadence. He's got a particular way of speaking-- it's deliberate, he adopted it to fit the person he wanted to be-- and it's funny to hear Gepard's voice try to match it.]
No, but I do want to be clear about what you're getting into. [Another button on that jacket down, a little more of Gepard's uniform revealed. Pristine white, as immaculate as his honor.] You've made me feel good that way plenty of times, it's about time that I returned the favor! Besides, don't you want to know what it's like on the other side?
[With all the buttons undone on the jacket, Sampo can smooth his hands up over Gepard's shoulders, pushing it off and sliding it down his arms. It means that Gepard will have to stop rubbing at his waist like his own personal worry-stone, but that's a small sacrifice for the ultimate goal of getting him out of his clothes. And, Aeons, Sampo will never get tired of seeing the strapping silhouette that he cuts. Belobog really makes its men a certain way, and Sampo's gotten a taste for it.]
[He leans in and presses a kiss to Gepard's lovely jawline, then another a little higher up, a soft trail heading towards his ear. His breath is soft and warm against his ear when he whispers into it:]
Aren't you a little curious? [He really probably doesn't have to try so hard with the seduction, with pressing himself up against Gepard's chest, touching his neck, those broad shoulders, carefully undoing the knotted silk tie at his throat. (That deep Landau blue, of course. If only it was so easy to rid Gepard of all of the trappings of that family name.)] You've made me scream so many times, don't you want to know what it feels like?
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No, but I do want to be clear about what you're getting into. [Another button on that jacket down, a little more of Gepard's uniform revealed. Pristine white, as immaculate as his honor.] You've made me feel good that way plenty of times, it's about time that I returned the favor! Besides, don't you want to know what it's like on the other side?
[With all the buttons undone on the jacket, Sampo can smooth his hands up over Gepard's shoulders, pushing it off and sliding it down his arms. It means that Gepard will have to stop rubbing at his waist like his own personal worry-stone, but that's a small sacrifice for the ultimate goal of getting him out of his clothes. And, Aeons, Sampo will never get tired of seeing the strapping silhouette that he cuts. Belobog really makes its men a certain way, and Sampo's gotten a taste for it.]
[He leans in and presses a kiss to Gepard's lovely jawline, then another a little higher up, a soft trail heading towards his ear. His breath is soft and warm against his ear when he whispers into it:]
Aren't you a little curious? [He really probably doesn't have to try so hard with the seduction, with pressing himself up against Gepard's chest, touching his neck, those broad shoulders, carefully undoing the knotted silk tie at his throat. (That deep Landau blue, of course. If only it was so easy to rid Gepard of all of the trappings of that family name.)] You've made me scream so many times, don't you want to know what it feels like?