[In hindsight, he perhaps should've fought Sampo harder for control of the night, but at the time Gepard had been...
Intrigued by what the night might promise. Curious about where things might go. Tantalizingly aware that he actually might trust Sampo enough to give him the reins without any qualifiers or any conditions, which should scare him more than it did. He wouldn't trust Sampo with the keys to Belobog's museum. He'd trust him with his ass.
...but now Gepard's aware that there's a possibility that he hadn't considered, which is that Sampo might not betray him, nor hurt him, nor hurt others, but might absolutely turn him into a needy fucking mess, and as Sampo pulls off he whines. He fucking whines as Sampo kisses his head.]
Sampo.
[Good boy also is apparently doing things for him. What a terrible discovery, but, he doesn't like it and also simultaneously really liked it. Things Gepard never wanted to know about himself. But, he turns around and wishes there was a counter so he can bury his face in his hands.]
Please. [Thank you cards? He can't relax.] An ass is an ass.
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Date: 2024-11-18 02:17 am (UTC)Intrigued by what the night might promise. Curious about where things might go. Tantalizingly aware that he actually might trust Sampo enough to give him the reins without any qualifiers or any conditions, which should scare him more than it did. He wouldn't trust Sampo with the keys to Belobog's museum. He'd trust him with his ass.
...but now Gepard's aware that there's a possibility that he hadn't considered, which is that Sampo might not betray him, nor hurt him, nor hurt others, but might absolutely turn him into a needy fucking mess, and as Sampo pulls off he whines. He fucking whines as Sampo kisses his head.]
Sampo.
[Good boy also is apparently doing things for him. What a terrible discovery, but, he doesn't like it and also simultaneously really liked it. Things Gepard never wanted to know about himself. But, he turns around and wishes there was a counter so he can bury his face in his hands.]
Please. [Thank you cards? He can't relax.] An ass is an ass.