[Stop saying things like that, in a voice like that, it's making it hard to focus and he needs to focus instead of getting incredibly self-conscious because there's a lot going on with what Sampo said. He likes his attention. He likes his attention and is seeking him out for sex. Sampo likes his attention and wants him to take an afternoon off and this is the point in which Gepard pauses in playing with Sampo's cock to start to undo his shirt because he is suddenly much too clothed for a quickie.

...it's fine.]

It's not that easy for me to take an afternoon off. [Okay, shirt off. It's sort of halfheartedly folded and draped over the chair.] Even if I did manage to get the time off, the odds are pretty good someone would show up to see what's wrong with me.

[Gepard helpfully slicks one hand up. A few fingers. Nothing to see here.]

But it's not the worst idea I've heard coming from you.

[Anyway, he said too much, so, Gepard does two things at this point: he starts to swallow Sampo's cock with his mouth, steadying it with one hand, and he shoves a finger up Sampo's ass. It's intimidating, and coordination's a pain in the ass, but it's not like he can keep on talking while his tongue is playing with Sampo's head, taking in a...decent amount, maybe not swallowing it to the base, but a decent amount of Sampo's length, so. Look! A distraction.]