[There's a cock in his mouth and Gepard's hand in his hair and, really, what else does Sampo need in life? As always, the good Captain rises quickly to the occasion, going from half-chub to full hardness fast enough that it's impressive he didn't get lightheaded. What a cock-- it's one that he'd gladly suck, gladly warm, gladly have come all over his face. Right now, though, while Gepard chokes out his words, Sampo draws back a little and opens his mouth wide, giving the good Captain a view of his prick nestled against Sampo's tongue.]

[Then draws back further, letting it slip out completely. It stands at attention as firmly as any Silvermane guard. Practically saluting.]

Can't get that big thing out and not do anything with it. [He presses a kiss to the slick, reddened head, and when he leans back again, there's thin, sticky thread that briefly connects his lips and Gepard's cock.] Now be a good boy and turn around for me.

[Now that he's got Gepard good and hard, he's got an ass to bury his face in. And once Gepard does as he's told-- he'll get a good boy as praise when he does-- Sampo frames out that lovely ass with his hands, running his palms up Gepard's thighs until they catch on the swell of his cheeks. A soft, appreciative little noise slips out of his throat, entirely uncontrolled. Couldn't help himself.]

I don't know who plans your workouts, but I should send them a thank-you card. [He should give praise to Qlipoth for making a universe that could bring forth such a glorious ass. An ass worthy of the Preservation.]