[But he watches as Gepard puts the condom onto his hard cock, which is half a shame-- he said yes to it, he can't complain, but it really is a lovely cock and feels lovely rawing him. If they weren't in the middle of Qlipoth Fort, he'd have let Gepard come inside of him to his heart's content. Sometimes one must make sacrifices, he supposes, and this is one sacrifice that must be made for the sake of not having wet, sticky pants while he's trying to get down from a window.]
[If he didn't know any better, though, he might think that Gepard's trying to stall the main event. Which would be strange, because why would he want to put off railing his good pal Sampo over his desk? Especially when he's been hanging around with that raging hard-on for who knows how long? It's like edging himself, and that's fine if that's what he likes, but you got to tell a guy first.]
There are really only two ways into your office, Captain-- the door or the window. It's easier to get through the window than to walk through a whole fort full of guards. [Not that he couldn't; it would just require a lot of preparation and a very good disguise. Or he climbs through the window. Path of least resistance.]
Why are you worrying about that now? [A hint of the whiny, wheedling tone again. Seriously, he's not getting any younger over here. What does a guy have to do to get railed? Bend over and present? He'd do it if his ass wasn't already on the desk.] Don't you want me, Captain?
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[But he watches as Gepard puts the condom onto his hard cock, which is half a shame-- he said yes to it, he can't complain, but it really is a lovely cock and feels lovely rawing him. If they weren't in the middle of Qlipoth Fort, he'd have let Gepard come inside of him to his heart's content. Sometimes one must make sacrifices, he supposes, and this is one sacrifice that must be made for the sake of not having wet, sticky pants while he's trying to get down from a window.]
[If he didn't know any better, though, he might think that Gepard's trying to stall the main event. Which would be strange, because why would he want to put off railing his good pal Sampo over his desk? Especially when he's been hanging around with that raging hard-on for who knows how long? It's like edging himself, and that's fine if that's what he likes, but you got to tell a guy first.]
There are really only two ways into your office, Captain-- the door or the window. It's easier to get through the window than to walk through a whole fort full of guards. [Not that he couldn't; it would just require a lot of preparation and a very good disguise. Or he climbs through the window. Path of least resistance.]
Why are you worrying about that now? [A hint of the whiny, wheedling tone again. Seriously, he's not getting any younger over here. What does a guy have to do to get railed? Bend over and present? He'd do it if his ass wasn't already on the desk.] Don't you want me, Captain?