[Hips, Gepard says, and Sampo lifts his hips a little so that the good Captain can pull his pants and his underwear off in one fell swoop, leaving him bare from the waist down. His hands run along the length of Sampo's thighs, a smooth slide before he gets his nails into him.]
[We shouldn't be doing this.]
[Probably not wrong. They're about to have sex in Qlipoth Fort in the middle of the day, when there are plenty of people walking around who might need to speak with Captain Landau at any point. A lot of them probably wouldn't question their superior's locked door, but not everyone here is Gepard's subordinate. If either of them were being prudent, they would restrict their sordid little trysts to places that aren't full of Silvermane guards and the Supreme Guardian.]
[That's not enough to stop either of them, though. Gepard's body still is keeping Sampo on the desk, his hands touching, grabbing, holding him as the Captain pleases. Even so, even with the human wall that is Gepard Landau in front of him, if he wanted, Sampo's fairly certain that he would move if he told him to; the good Captain listens when he says no. Sampo just rarely says no.]
[It won't end well makes it sound less like Gepard is talking about this particular scenario, and more like he's talking about their whole arrangement. Probably still not wrong-- they're each other's dirty little secret. If... when... that secret gets leaked, it's a little bit of mutually assured destruction.]
But Captain. [He hooks a leg around Gepard's hip, uses it to drag him in closer.] Do you really care?
[Right now, with Sampo half-naked on his desk and more than willing, does he really care about the potential disastrous future?]
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[We shouldn't be doing this.]
[Probably not wrong. They're about to have sex in Qlipoth Fort in the middle of the day, when there are plenty of people walking around who might need to speak with Captain Landau at any point. A lot of them probably wouldn't question their superior's locked door, but not everyone here is Gepard's subordinate. If either of them were being prudent, they would restrict their sordid little trysts to places that aren't full of Silvermane guards and the Supreme Guardian.]
[That's not enough to stop either of them, though. Gepard's body still is keeping Sampo on the desk, his hands touching, grabbing, holding him as the Captain pleases. Even so, even with the human wall that is Gepard Landau in front of him, if he wanted, Sampo's fairly certain that he would move if he told him to; the good Captain listens when he says no. Sampo just rarely says no.]
[It won't end well makes it sound less like Gepard is talking about this particular scenario, and more like he's talking about their whole arrangement. Probably still not wrong-- they're each other's dirty little secret. If... when... that secret gets leaked, it's a little bit of mutually assured destruction.]
But Captain. [He hooks a leg around Gepard's hip, uses it to drag him in closer.] Do you really care?
[Right now, with Sampo half-naked on his desk and more than willing, does he really care about the potential disastrous future?]