[Someone would show up to see what's wrong with me. Sampo laughs at that, while Gepard goes and gets a few of his fingers slick. How adorable, that the good Captain cares whether someone would stop by to check on him. There's such an easy solution to that problem.]
Just don't answer the door, Captain! [What are they going to do, break down his apartment door to make sure that he's in there?]
[But him acknowledging that it's not a bad idea... That opens the door for it becoming a good idea. For it becoming an idea that one day actually becomes real--]
[Which is a thought for another time, because Gepard goes down on his cock and presses a finger into his ass at the same time, and Sampo's legs very nearly give out on him. He groans, and shoves his knuckles into his mouth to try to keep himself from getting too loud. Even though the walls and doors in the fort are pretty thick, it's not soundproof, and someone might want to check on the Captain if they hear moans from behind his door.]
[Gepard is an inexperienced cocksucker, but the skill isn't as important as the enthusiasm-- he's focused, intent, going at Sampo's dick with the same attention and diligence that he'd take down a Fragmentum monster. That, combined with the pressure of his fingers inside of him, is a heady mix, riles him up easily. Sampo rakes his fingers through Gepard's hair, pushing his bangs back from his face a little, giving himself a better view of his face, what his mouth is doing. He's tempted to grip those pretty blond locks in a tighter hold, but Gepard might not be like him-- he likes have his hair pulled, have his head tugged around.]
Ah, Gepard. [His voice is definitely breathless now; it feels good, even with only part of his cock in Gepard's mouth and a single finger inside of him. It does help that Gepard is surprisingly good at remembering where his prostate is and that his hands are strong and deft.] Do you know how pretty you look like that?
[Down on his knees, between Sampo's legs, his mouth full of cock. Gorgeous, pretty as a picture. If Sampo hadn't tossed his phone to parts unknown, he might've been tempted to take a quick shot, even though Gepard would have certainly nearly killed him for it. Worth it, for the preservation of such a lovely sight. And is Gepard not a follower of the Preservation?]
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Just don't answer the door, Captain! [What are they going to do, break down his apartment door to make sure that he's in there?]
[But him acknowledging that it's not a bad idea... That opens the door for it becoming a good idea. For it becoming an idea that one day actually becomes real--]
[Which is a thought for another time, because Gepard goes down on his cock and presses a finger into his ass at the same time, and Sampo's legs very nearly give out on him. He groans, and shoves his knuckles into his mouth to try to keep himself from getting too loud. Even though the walls and doors in the fort are pretty thick, it's not soundproof, and someone might want to check on the Captain if they hear moans from behind his door.]
[Gepard is an inexperienced cocksucker, but the skill isn't as important as the enthusiasm-- he's focused, intent, going at Sampo's dick with the same attention and diligence that he'd take down a Fragmentum monster. That, combined with the pressure of his fingers inside of him, is a heady mix, riles him up easily. Sampo rakes his fingers through Gepard's hair, pushing his bangs back from his face a little, giving himself a better view of his face, what his mouth is doing. He's tempted to grip those pretty blond locks in a tighter hold, but Gepard might not be like him-- he likes have his hair pulled, have his head tugged around.]
Ah, Gepard. [His voice is definitely breathless now; it feels good, even with only part of his cock in Gepard's mouth and a single finger inside of him. It does help that Gepard is surprisingly good at remembering where his prostate is and that his hands are strong and deft.] Do you know how pretty you look like that?
[Down on his knees, between Sampo's legs, his mouth full of cock. Gorgeous, pretty as a picture. If Sampo hadn't tossed his phone to parts unknown, he might've been tempted to take a quick shot, even though Gepard would have certainly nearly killed him for it. Worth it, for the preservation of such a lovely sight. And is Gepard not a follower of the Preservation?]