This ass? This ass right here? [You know, the one Sampo has in his hands, the one that’s firm and well-muscled and shapely? The one that can only be called the platonic ideal of an ass in the philosophical sense, because nothing Sampo wants to do with it could ever be called platonic?] This, my dear, my friend, is not just an ass.
[He presses a kiss to one of those lovely, porcelain-pale cheeks, then pries them apart to have a look at the most hidden parts of him. Sampo is a man of many tastes, and sometimes those tastes are nasty. But they both know what they’re here for, and it’s not a gentlemanly affair.]
Somebody should carve a likeness of this ass and put it in the Museum for all posterity. [Put it up for show, like all good art. Sampo laughs, his stupid little giggle.] Not that it’d be on exhibit for very long before I’d take it.
[He’s got an eye for expensive things, what can he say. And if you carved a nude of Gepard out of marble and put it up in a museum, no one would doubt that he’d fit in amongst all the ancient art of heroes and demigods. It almost makes Sampo wish he could draw.]
[Sampo gets a better view of what’s between Gepard’s cheeks when he leans in and blows a soft stream of air over his hole. Wink for him, Geppie.]
But I’m getting off track, aren’t I?
[Focus up, Koski. Get your head in the game! Or at least get your face in that ass.]
[Which is exactly what he does— buries his face between those pretty pale cheeks and goes right for it, tongue to hole. Messy, because there’s no real way to eat ass daintily, and heedless of his own eventual need to come up for air.]
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Date: 2024-11-19 12:31 am (UTC)[He presses a kiss to one of those lovely, porcelain-pale cheeks, then pries them apart to have a look at the most hidden parts of him. Sampo is a man of many tastes, and sometimes those tastes are nasty. But they both know what they’re here for, and it’s not a gentlemanly affair.]
Somebody should carve a likeness of this ass and put it in the Museum for all posterity. [Put it up for show, like all good art. Sampo laughs, his stupid little giggle.] Not that it’d be on exhibit for very long before I’d take it.
[He’s got an eye for expensive things, what can he say. And if you carved a nude of Gepard out of marble and put it up in a museum, no one would doubt that he’d fit in amongst all the ancient art of heroes and demigods. It almost makes Sampo wish he could draw.]
[Sampo gets a better view of what’s between Gepard’s cheeks when he leans in and blows a soft stream of air over his hole. Wink for him, Geppie.]
But I’m getting off track, aren’t I?
[Focus up, Koski. Get your head in the game! Or at least get your face in that ass.]
[Which is exactly what he does— buries his face between those pretty pale cheeks and goes right for it, tongue to hole. Messy, because there’s no real way to eat ass daintily, and heedless of his own eventual need to come up for air.]