[He is blushing, even as he makes his not-very-persuasive denials, and Sampo thinks it's a very pretty color on Gepard Landau. Really brings out his eyes.]
[It's a compliment, really, that Gepard is stern and solid as ice with everything except him. Maybe it's the kind of compliment that he should take a little more seriously, that out of everyone in Belobog, Sampo is the one that he can't refuse. Sampo is the one that he lets slink into his office like a tomcat, despite the danger. His first, out in that cold little shack in the middle of nowhere.]
[His last? No, that's a ridiculous thought. He's the good Captain's sexual frustration outlet, not a boyfriend.]
[The drawer is opened. There's a bottle of lube in there that definitely wasn't a few weeks ago, mostly full. If Sampo has his way, it won't be lasting nearly as long as it should. It's the odd-man-out amongst the other little trinkets in his drawer, the little objects that hint at the kind of man Gepard is-- the fidget toy for restless hands, the oil-and-rag for his diligent maintenance.]
No one's going to find us. [Not today, anyway. Probably.] I made sure that no one saw me, and your door's locked.
[He hooks his fingers into Gepard's collar and drags his face in, close enough to kiss.]
If you're really all that worried about it, maybe you should hurry up and fuck me.
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Date: 2024-03-07 05:06 am (UTC)[It's a compliment, really, that Gepard is stern and solid as ice with everything except him. Maybe it's the kind of compliment that he should take a little more seriously, that out of everyone in Belobog, Sampo is the one that he can't refuse. Sampo is the one that he lets slink into his office like a tomcat, despite the danger. His first, out in that cold little shack in the middle of nowhere.]
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His last?No, that's a ridiculous thought. He's the good Captain's sexual frustration outlet, not a boyfriend.][The drawer is opened. There's a bottle of lube in there that definitely wasn't a few weeks ago, mostly full. If Sampo has his way, it won't be lasting nearly as long as it should. It's the odd-man-out amongst the other little trinkets in his drawer, the little objects that hint at the kind of man Gepard is-- the fidget toy for restless hands, the oil-and-rag for his diligent maintenance.]
No one's going to find us. [Not today, anyway. Probably.] I made sure that no one saw me, and your door's locked.
[He hooks his fingers into Gepard's collar and drags his face in, close enough to kiss.]
If you're really all that worried about it, maybe you should hurry up and fuck me.