[If Gepard doesn't get bored of him, or decide that he's more trouble than he's worth, maybe Sampo will take him off-planet one of these days. Show him what the galaxy really has to offer, the planets with climates that are milder than Jarilo-VI, ones that still have seasons. He knows a planet that has springtime blooms so spectacular that the valleys are awash in color, so full of flowers that there's hardly room for anything else to grow. He could take him to resort planets that have beaches with soft white sand and waters so clear and blue that it's like looking through glass. Cities that never sleep, where the clubs are open all night and no one goes home until dawn. Jarilo-VI has its charms, but there's a lot of charm in other places, too.]
[But right now, Sampo is lifted and put onto the desk, swept up by the good Captain's strong arms. It's a very good desk, very dense and sturdy and made out of some kind of expensive antique hardwood, and it doesn't even creak or shift when his weight is deposited onto it. Some papers are pushed onto the floor; Sampo doesn't pay much attention to them.]
See, you just needed to make it your own. [By fucking his secret conman lover on it. As one does.]
[Gepard is considerate enough to remember a condom, which is, again, sweet of him. Granted, Gepard ought to be insisting on one anyway, because he doesn't know where Sampo's been, but it's the thought that counts.]
Yeah, you should. I like your mess, but maybe not when I have to climb down from the window. [They're a few stories up, and it's a little uncomfortable to make that climb when he's got cum leaking out of him. If he didn't have to make a quick exit from the guard headquarters, he'd be more amenable.]
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Date: 2024-03-16 07:46 pm (UTC)[But right now, Sampo is lifted and put onto the desk, swept up by the good Captain's strong arms. It's a very good desk, very dense and sturdy and made out of some kind of expensive antique hardwood, and it doesn't even creak or shift when his weight is deposited onto it. Some papers are pushed onto the floor; Sampo doesn't pay much attention to them.]
See, you just needed to make it your own. [By fucking his secret conman lover on it. As one does.]
[Gepard is considerate enough to remember a condom, which is, again, sweet of him. Granted, Gepard ought to be insisting on one anyway, because he doesn't know where Sampo's been, but it's the thought that counts.]
Yeah, you should. I like your mess, but maybe not when I have to climb down from the window. [They're a few stories up, and it's a little uncomfortable to make that climb when he's got cum leaking out of him. If he didn't have to make a quick exit from the guard headquarters, he'd be more amenable.]