[There's something about Gepard's earnest dirty talk-- dirty earnest compliments?-- that's both hot and endearing. Which is a strange combination, usually the things that make Sampo horny and the things that make him sentimental don't overlap, but here's Gepard Landau, turning all of that on its head. Being both lovely and sweet and also so brain-stupefyingly hot that Sampo's willing to do stupid shit like climb through a window for afternoon office sex. Absolutely stupid horny behavior, he should know better and he chooses not to.]
[Because it's earned him the firm, steady thrust of Gepard's beautiful cock into him, pressing against all his very favorite places and lighting up his nerves like fireworks. For a man who hasn't been de-virgined for very long, Gepard caught on quickly to the fine art of sex; his pace is good, confident. Needy but not fumbling. His hands are gentle because-- for unfathomable reasons-- he wants to be gentle, not out of uncertainty or shyness. There's nothing shy about how he kisses, either.]
[A particularly sharp, heavy thrust jostles him, and Sampo braces a hand against the desk to steady himself; something clatters to the floor. He doesn't bother to see what it is.]
Gepard-- [Soft, spoken between the two of them. If they weren't in Gepard's office, he'd gladly scream for his the good Captain, let the whole damn city know who's railing him senseless. He brings his hand up from Gepard's back to his hair, getting the blond strands in a firm grip and using that to pull his head back in for a filthy kiss. Wet, filthy, good for keeping his mouth too busy to shout for a little while, until he needs to breathe again. And to say to him on heavy, panted breaths,] Your cock feels so good in me. Fuck me harder with it.
[Is it a bad idea, tempting fate? Maybe. The harder Gepard fucks him, the harder it'll be for him to stay quiet. The harder it'll be for him to climb down from that window afterward, when that big cock of his has left him sore, walking with a whore's gait. But Sampo Koski's here for a good time, not for smart ideas, and he can't think of a better thing for Gepard to do with that massive thing between his thighs than fuck him until every step reminds him of what he's done.]
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Date: 2024-03-28 04:51 am (UTC)[Because it's earned him the firm, steady thrust of Gepard's beautiful cock into him, pressing against all his very favorite places and lighting up his nerves like fireworks. For a man who hasn't been de-virgined for very long, Gepard caught on quickly to the fine art of sex; his pace is good, confident. Needy but not fumbling. His hands are gentle because-- for unfathomable reasons-- he wants to be gentle, not out of uncertainty or shyness. There's nothing shy about how he kisses, either.]
[A particularly sharp, heavy thrust jostles him, and Sampo braces a hand against the desk to steady himself; something clatters to the floor. He doesn't bother to see what it is.]
Gepard-- [Soft, spoken between the two of them. If they weren't in Gepard's office, he'd gladly scream for
histhe good Captain, let the whole damn city know who's railing him senseless. He brings his hand up from Gepard's back to his hair, getting the blond strands in a firm grip and using that to pull his head back in for a filthy kiss. Wet, filthy, good for keeping his mouth too busy to shout for a little while, until he needs to breathe again. And to say to him on heavy, panted breaths,] Your cock feels so good in me. Fuck me harder with it.[Is it a bad idea, tempting fate? Maybe. The harder Gepard fucks him, the harder it'll be for him to stay quiet. The harder it'll be for him to climb down from that window afterward, when that big cock of his has left him sore, walking with a whore's gait. But Sampo Koski's here for a good time, not for smart ideas, and he can't think of a better thing for Gepard to do with that massive thing between his thighs than fuck him until every step reminds him of what he's done.]