[The pining would be less useless if he ever stopped being quiet about it, but Gepard wouldn't be Gepard if he didn't quietly torture himself with something that he desires but refuses to allow himself to have.]
[His fingers stop combing through Sampo's thick hair, and he makes a displeased little noise about it but otherwise doesn't move. He's really enjoying that scalp massage, it seems like a shame to stop it just because the good Captain hasn't figured out that he needs to take a few steps out of the closet yet.]
Do you want me out of your hair? [He tips his head a little to get a better look up at Gepard. From this angle, he's only marginally less handsome because no one looks good when you can see up their nostrils.] I'd have to come back soon to make lunch for you, anyway. So it's not really any easier for me to leave and come back.
[Besides, he has ideas for that leftover tenderloin from last night. Some crunchy bread, a few greens, some horseradish and an au jus to dip it in... he'll make a sandwich so good that Gepard'll be glad to give him neck rubs.]
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[His fingers stop combing through Sampo's thick hair, and he makes a displeased little noise about it but otherwise doesn't move. He's really enjoying that scalp massage, it seems like a shame to stop it just because the good Captain hasn't figured out that he needs to take a few steps out of the closet yet.]
Do you want me out of your hair? [He tips his head a little to get a better look up at Gepard. From this angle, he's only marginally less handsome because no one looks good when you can see up their nostrils.] I'd have to come back soon to make lunch for you, anyway. So it's not really any easier for me to leave and come back.
[Besides, he has ideas for that leftover tenderloin from last night. Some crunchy bread, a few greens, some horseradish and an au jus to dip it in... he'll make a sandwich so good that Gepard'll be glad to give him neck rubs.]