[Sampo's getting quite used to Gepard's sloppy, inexperienced kisses, and he finds them endearing. One day, Gepard will get enough experience that he won't be so overeager and messy about it. Until then? These kisses are only for Sampo. No one else gets to have them.]
[His hand is bolder and more skilled than his mouth is. He makes a soft noise into the kiss, louder when Gepard pulls away from it and his lips aren't there to muffle him. Gepard's hand is firm, the palm a little rough from callouses, and his strokes are a little dry without any of that lube coming into play, but. Well. Sampo's fine with a little rough treatment sometimes, all of their sex doesn't have to be sweet. His cock starts to fill under the good Captain's attention, and Sampo braces his heads against the edge of the desk to keep himself steady.]
A-ha, is that what you think? [A little laugh, slightly breathy as his breathing gets faster with arousal. Gepard's hand feels good, it's a little distracting.] If only I could stay away from you. I like your attention too much for that.
[If he could've kept away from Gepard Landau, so much less of his time would've been spent dodging arrests or having to flee out into the snowfields to lose him. It's a delicate balancing act-- wanting Gepard's attention, needing his freedom. But a man gets to chose how he wants to spend his time and energy, and if Sampo wanted to spend his getting a rise out of Gepard and then having to run to keep his freedom, well. That's a man's prerogative.]
If you didn't keep trying to arrest me, I wouldn't have to leave in such a hurry. [Obviously.] And if somebody would take an afternoon off sometime, maybe I wouldn't have to sneak into his office for a quickie.
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Date: 2024-03-08 06:13 am (UTC)[His hand is bolder and more skilled than his mouth is. He makes a soft noise into the kiss, louder when Gepard pulls away from it and his lips aren't there to muffle him. Gepard's hand is firm, the palm a little rough from callouses, and his strokes are a little dry without any of that lube coming into play, but. Well. Sampo's fine with a little rough treatment sometimes, all of their sex doesn't have to be sweet. His cock starts to fill under the good Captain's attention, and Sampo braces his heads against the edge of the desk to keep himself steady.]
A-ha, is that what you think? [A little laugh, slightly breathy as his breathing gets faster with arousal. Gepard's hand feels good, it's a little distracting.] If only I could stay away from you. I like your attention too much for that.
[If he could've kept away from Gepard Landau, so much less of his time would've been spent dodging arrests or having to flee out into the snowfields to lose him. It's a delicate balancing act-- wanting Gepard's attention, needing his freedom. But a man gets to chose how he wants to spend his time and energy, and if Sampo wanted to spend his getting a rise out of Gepard and then having to run to keep his freedom, well. That's a man's prerogative.]
If you didn't keep trying to arrest me, I wouldn't have to leave in such a hurry. [Obviously.] And if somebody would take an afternoon off sometime, maybe I wouldn't have to sneak into his office for a quickie.
[Who might that be?]