[Look, Gepard, if Sampo was known for his good decision making skills, he wouldn't have been continually getting himself into cat-and-mouse chases with you. He's here for a good time, and right now, a good time involves getting railed harder than the Astral Express in Gepard's office within earshot of at least a dozen Silvermane guardsmen.]
[Gepard's solution for keeping Sampo quiet? Forcing him into a kiss, and with the way that Gepard holds him, he wouldn't have had the leverage to really resist even if he'd wanted to. He's kept quiet by the tongue in his mouth, and that's arguably one of the better ways to silence him. And one of the ways that he'd prefer, too-- just kiss him when you want him to stop talking, Gepard, it'll work every time.]
[He also takes that opportunity to start fucking Sampo like he means it, and every punishing thrust of his hips not only jostles his body but also makes his nerves flare with heat; searing pleasure that's only amplified by the ache left in its wake. The kiss muffles most of his little noises, the shuddering little moans and groans swallowed up between them. The most telling sound is the slap of skin on skin, the sound of Gepard's hips meeting Sampo's ass.]
[The desk is sturdy enough that it only occasionally creaks despite the weight of two grown men on it, holding up admirably to the onslaught. Sampo, however, doesn't have the durability of mahogany-- he's going to have bruises after this, both from where the edge of the desk presses into him and from Gepard's hands, his biting teeth, the impact of his hips. The good Captain has the kind of strength that could actually hurt him if he weren't so well-disciplined. And there's something about knowing that a man has the power to do harm and, at the same time, also knowing that he won't. When he's in Gepard's arms like this, for pleasure, he can trust that the same hands that can crush the limbs of a Fragmentum monster will never leave more than superficial marks on him.]
[It kind of makes him feel something weird in his chest, something different from arousal. Not that it isn't hot, because it very much is, but... it's that and also. Sampo just isn't really sure and also what, just that it's an and also.]
[It's fine. It doesn't matter. What matters right now is that he's getting railed within an inch of his life and every thrust is making the heat in his guts coil tighter, and Sampo grabs at Gepard's strong shoulders and tightens his legs around his hips the closer he gets. Close, close, he won't last too much longer under the good Captain's unyielding assault, taking him apart like he's another battle to be won. Conquered territory.]
[He makes a broken, punched out noise just before he comes, and the orgasm hits him like a fist to the gut-- sudden, leaving him breathless and shaking.]
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[Gepard's solution for keeping Sampo quiet? Forcing him into a kiss, and with the way that Gepard holds him, he wouldn't have had the leverage to really resist even if he'd wanted to. He's kept quiet by the tongue in his mouth, and that's arguably one of the better ways to silence him. And one of the ways that he'd prefer, too-- just kiss him when you want him to stop talking, Gepard, it'll work every time.]
[He also takes that opportunity to start fucking Sampo like he means it, and every punishing thrust of his hips not only jostles his body but also makes his nerves flare with heat; searing pleasure that's only amplified by the ache left in its wake. The kiss muffles most of his little noises, the shuddering little moans and groans swallowed up between them. The most telling sound is the slap of skin on skin, the sound of Gepard's hips meeting Sampo's ass.]
[The desk is sturdy enough that it only occasionally creaks despite the weight of two grown men on it, holding up admirably to the onslaught. Sampo, however, doesn't have the durability of mahogany-- he's going to have bruises after this, both from where the edge of the desk presses into him and from Gepard's hands, his biting teeth, the impact of his hips. The good Captain has the kind of strength that could actually hurt him if he weren't so well-disciplined. And there's something about knowing that a man has the power to do harm and, at the same time, also knowing that he won't. When he's in Gepard's arms like this, for pleasure, he can trust that the same hands that can crush the limbs of a Fragmentum monster will never leave more than superficial marks on him.]
[It kind of makes him feel something weird in his chest, something different from arousal. Not that it isn't hot, because it very much is, but... it's that and also. Sampo just isn't really sure and also what, just that it's an and also.]
[It's fine. It doesn't matter. What matters right now is that he's getting railed within an inch of his life and every thrust is making the heat in his guts coil tighter, and Sampo grabs at Gepard's strong shoulders and tightens his legs around his hips the closer he gets. Close, close, he won't last too much longer under the good Captain's unyielding assault, taking him apart like he's another battle to be won. Conquered territory.]
[He makes a broken, punched out noise just before he comes, and the orgasm hits him like a fist to the gut-- sudden, leaving him breathless and shaking.]