[Now, here he had been, sucking cock with more enthusiasm than he would have ever expected out of himself, but there's something...there's something addicting about finding all the ways he could unravel Sampo's self control. (Which, while not the same as his, still manifested itself in its own way.) There's something about the way that Sampo immediately shoves his knuckles into his mouth that makes Gepard smile. Sampo can likely feel it against his skin, before Gepard gets back to trying to make the conman unravel.
There's fingers against his hair, brushing it aside. He tries to ignore it. It's surprisingly difficult. He thinks he remembers where to hit, and as Sampo groans, he groans with him. It's intoxicating. He's making his best and most persuasive argument for Sampo to, perhaps, consider coming back to his office (it's a stupid thing, he shouldn't, he wants it) as well as enjoying listening to all of the noises he can get out of Sampo - it's like the conman's one of his sister's guitars and he's trying to figure out how it works. It's like that.
But then Sampo says the most utterly fucking baffling thing (does he know how pretty he looks...?) and Gepard makes this muffled-yet-oddly loud confused noise. Part of him wants to pull off just so he can ask, because sure, flattery's nice, but he has Sampo's cock in his mouth and a finger up his ass- two fingers, actually, another one gets pushed in just for the occasion. But Gepard glances up. He's flushed. His eyebrows are raised, trying to ask without asking: what? And then his eyes narrow, a little, trying to say without saying: I've got your cock in my mouth - you don't have to flatter me, it's not as if I'm going to bite it off.
But having a cock in his mouth is a nice excuse to keep from having to talk, so the captain keeps going, because what else is he going to do.]
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There's fingers against his hair, brushing it aside. He tries to ignore it. It's surprisingly difficult. He thinks he remembers where to hit, and as Sampo groans, he groans with him. It's intoxicating. He's making his best and most persuasive argument for Sampo to, perhaps, consider coming back to his office (it's a stupid thing, he shouldn't, he wants it) as well as enjoying listening to all of the noises he can get out of Sampo - it's like the conman's one of his sister's guitars and he's trying to figure out how it works. It's like that.
But then Sampo says the most utterly fucking baffling thing (does he know how pretty he looks...?) and Gepard makes this muffled-yet-oddly loud confused noise. Part of him wants to pull off just so he can ask, because sure, flattery's nice, but he has Sampo's cock in his mouth and a finger up his ass- two fingers, actually, another one gets pushed in just for the occasion. But Gepard glances up. He's flushed. His eyebrows are raised, trying to ask without asking: what? And then his eyes narrow, a little, trying to say without saying: I've got your cock in my mouth - you don't have to flatter me, it's not as if I'm going to bite it off.
But having a cock in his mouth is a nice excuse to keep from having to talk, so the captain keeps going, because what else is he going to do.]