[Sometimes, Gepard touches him so gently and so tenderly that Sampo doesn't know what to do with himself, stuck in this weird limbo of both wanting to wrap himself in Gepard's arms and never leave and also crawl out of his own skin. That moment rears its head again when Gepard's hand gently runs along his spine and cups the back of his neck until he figures out how breathing works again, kindly staying still inside of him so that he isn't overstimulated.]
[Their breathing falls in sync, and Gepard's warm palm rubs over his back in broad strokes. The coin flip lands on never leave, which could arguably be the worse of the two options when he will, in fact, very shortly have to leave. If they had done this somewhere a little more private, they could have taken their time afterward-- he would've had the option to lay on Gepard's chest until he felt normal again. In lieu of that, he presses in as close as their positions will allow.]
[The good Captain's stilted question breaks the silence. If you want. That hard cock is still inside of him, and Gepard hadn't gotten to finish because he was too busy being stupidly good to him. The fact that he's waiting and being considerate and asking him first is probably actually the bare minimum of being a decent person, but Sampo is endeared regardless. (It probably says something about the kind of people that he's slept with before, that just decency already makes Gepard better than them.)]
I think I'd be mad if you didn't. [Since Gepard put on a condom, Sampo doesn't get the real prize at the end of it-- he wasn't lying when he said that he likes the good Captain's mess-- but he'd still like to see him come. See all the expressions on that handsome face, how those pretty eyes go unfocused with pleasure.]
Go ahead. [He gives a little helpful nudge of his hips. Give it to him, big boy.] I'm all yours.
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[Their breathing falls in sync, and Gepard's warm palm rubs over his back in broad strokes. The coin flip lands on never leave, which could arguably be the worse of the two options when he will, in fact, very shortly have to leave. If they had done this somewhere a little more private, they could have taken their time afterward-- he would've had the option to lay on Gepard's chest until he felt normal again. In lieu of that, he presses in as close as their positions will allow.]
[The good Captain's stilted question breaks the silence. If you want. That hard cock is still inside of him, and Gepard hadn't gotten to finish because he was too busy being stupidly good to him. The fact that he's waiting and being considerate and asking him first is probably actually the bare minimum of being a decent person, but Sampo is endeared regardless. (It probably says something about the kind of people that he's slept with before, that just decency already makes Gepard better than them.)]
I think I'd be mad if you didn't. [Since Gepard put on a condom, Sampo doesn't get the real prize at the end of it-- he wasn't lying when he said that he likes the good Captain's mess-- but he'd still like to see him come. See all the expressions on that handsome face, how those pretty eyes go unfocused with pleasure.]
Go ahead. [He gives a little helpful nudge of his hips. Give it to him, big boy.] I'm all yours.