[Sampo makes a whiny little noise when Gepard's mouth leaves his cock, because he'd really been enjoying that and he'd like it back, please? But it's so that Gepard can talk, and that's probably an important enough reason to postpone his good time for a minute. And his fingers are still going, just fucking right into Sampo with the steady, regimented rhythm of a good soldier, so it's not like he's left entirely bereft.]

[It's just that Gepard keeps saying the silliest things.]

Sorry, Captain, if you don't want me to talk, you have to keep my mouth busy with something else!

[He's a talker, and that doesn't stop just because you've got him in the sack, Gepard. It often didn't stop even when you punched him in the mouth and slapped him in cuffs, what makes you think that he'll stop because of a blowjob?]

Or do you just not want me to call you handsome? [C'mon, Gepard. Spill it to Sampo, he doesn't know what's going on in that pretty blond head of yours. His head cocks a little to one side, a curious little gesture as he looks down at the good Captain.] You get weird every time I do.

[Which is a pretty good observation for him to make in the middle of getting fingerfucked, you should be proud of him, Gepard.]