[Yes, that ass. That ass right there. And Gepard whines as Sampo rhapsodizes about the merits of his ass, glad that he's staring out at Belobog and not at him. He's sure his face is burning up. He could probably be thrown into a snowbank and turn it into water. His face feels so hot and if there's any mercy at all, Qlipoth would dump a snowbank onto his head right here and now.
There is no such mercy. Sampo says someone should carve a replica out of marble and he moans, half turned on, half wishing Qlipoth would dump a snowbank on Sampo instead. He had thought that Sampo would just get on with it. And apparently no. No.
There is, once again, no such mercy. Sampo follows up by saying he'd steal it and Gepard aims a half-hearted kick (more of a nudge of his leg than an actual kick, really, the implication of resistance more than actual resistance) at Sampo because the last thing he wants to imagine is Sampo Koski with a marble statue of his ass. The resistance is quickly lost when Sampo blows a stream of air at him? He slumps, the only things keeping him upright his grip on the railing and a certain stubbornness, that he's not going to be wrecked by Sampo apparently wanting to thoroughly tease him. A death of a thousand cuts, except those thousand cuts are Sampo being Sampo.
And then Sampo starts eating his ass, and Gepard goes boneless, in full surrender, all tension- bad tension gone, because there's really no way of holding back when it comes to eating ass, is there? And Gepard can hear himself moan out some choked-back noise which suspiciously sounds like Sampo's name, one hand clutching the railing like it's a lifeline, the other one reaching back blindly, fishing for Sampo, what he can touch of him, which turns out to just be hair? But his hand grabs a hold of it, tugs it, fisting in it. If he was in his right mind, he'd probably feel bad. But right now, he's got a tongue in his ass, so thinking is far from Gepard's concerns at the moment. All he's trying to do is to keep his legs steady enough.]
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There is no such mercy. Sampo says someone should carve a replica out of marble and he moans, half turned on, half wishing Qlipoth would dump a snowbank on Sampo instead. He had thought that Sampo would just get on with it. And apparently no. No.
There is, once again, no such mercy. Sampo follows up by saying he'd steal it and Gepard aims a half-hearted kick (more of a nudge of his leg than an actual kick, really, the implication of resistance more than actual resistance) at Sampo because the last thing he wants to imagine is Sampo Koski with a marble statue of his ass. The resistance is quickly lost when Sampo blows a stream of air at him? He slumps, the only things keeping him upright his grip on the railing and a certain stubbornness, that he's not going to be wrecked by Sampo apparently wanting to thoroughly tease him. A death of a thousand cuts, except those thousand cuts are Sampo being Sampo.
And then Sampo starts eating his ass, and Gepard goes boneless, in full surrender, all tension- bad tension gone, because there's really no way of holding back when it comes to eating ass, is there? And Gepard can hear himself moan out some choked-back noise which suspiciously sounds like Sampo's name, one hand clutching the railing like it's a lifeline, the other one reaching back blindly, fishing for Sampo, what he can touch of him, which turns out to just be hair? But his hand grabs a hold of it, tugs it, fisting in it. If he was in his right mind, he'd probably feel bad. But right now, he's got a tongue in his ass, so thinking is far from Gepard's concerns at the moment. All he's trying to do is to keep his legs steady enough.]