[A laugh.] Never thought I'd hear that you'd love anything more than your work.
[There's something to that little fantasy of his, though, to Gepard Landau's cock being property of Sampo Koski, something that he'd be able to actually turn into reality if the good Captain would be a little more open about what he likes. He's got a sturdy bed back home, he could get cuffed to the headboard with those handcuffs that he loved to slap around Sampo's wrists, bound up and waiting for the conman to use as he would. A fun little toy for Sampo to play with. He wouldn't be able to find one that he'd want to play with more.]
[But, can't do any of that until Gepard actually mentions this sort of thing to him. He's playing it by ear, Gepard, trying to figure out what gets the Captain of the Silvermane guard going through guesswork and observation. It'll be harder to suss out the hidden stuff in your brain if you won't talk about them.]
[Riling him up seems to be working, at least, judging from how Gepard tugs him into a kiss. It's rough at first and Sampo matches that energy, bites at the good Captain's lips and gives back as good as he gets; then softens, melts, and it still feels like wanting but a different kind of wanting than Gepard's restless frustration. Kind of sweet. Easy to sink into, and if Sampo hadn't been around this block so many times before, it might've been easy to read something into it that wasn't really there.]
[Gepard's the one who breaks the kiss, then stands. He hasn't let go of Sampo's hand yet, so he really doesn't have any choice but to follow along wherever he leads.]
Maybe you'll just have to keep my mouth full, then. [There are lots of fun ways to do that. Fill it with fingers, keep it busy with Gepard's tongue, shove a cock in it.] Dealer's choice on how.
[He's not overly bothered with the possibility of being caught. They can't keep him locked up as it is. But hearing about the lecture that Gepard would get afterward for inappropriate conduct with a detainee might almost be worth the escape.]
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[There's something to that little fantasy of his, though, to Gepard Landau's cock being property of Sampo Koski, something that he'd be able to actually turn into reality if the good Captain would be a little more open about what he likes. He's got a sturdy bed back home, he could get cuffed to the headboard with those handcuffs that he loved to slap around Sampo's wrists, bound up and waiting for the conman to use as he would. A fun little toy for Sampo to play with. He wouldn't be able to find one that he'd want to play with more.]
[But, can't do any of that until Gepard actually mentions this sort of thing to him. He's playing it by ear, Gepard, trying to figure out what gets the Captain of the Silvermane guard going through guesswork and observation. It'll be harder to suss out the hidden stuff in your brain if you won't talk about them.]
[Riling him up seems to be working, at least, judging from how Gepard tugs him into a kiss. It's rough at first and Sampo matches that energy, bites at the good Captain's lips and gives back as good as he gets; then softens, melts, and it still feels like wanting but a different kind of wanting than Gepard's restless frustration. Kind of sweet. Easy to sink into, and if Sampo hadn't been around this block so many times before, it might've been easy to read something into it that wasn't really there.]
[Gepard's the one who breaks the kiss, then stands. He hasn't let go of Sampo's hand yet, so he really doesn't have any choice but to follow along wherever he leads.]
Maybe you'll just have to keep my mouth full, then. [There are lots of fun ways to do that. Fill it with fingers, keep it busy with Gepard's tongue, shove a cock in it.] Dealer's choice on how.
[He's not overly bothered with the possibility of being caught. They can't keep him locked up as it is. But hearing about the lecture that Gepard would get afterward for inappropriate conduct with a detainee might almost be worth the escape.]