[Too much? It's never too much, not when it's Gepard. The thrust of his cock is heavy and quick, setting the rhythm that he wants rather than one meant for Sampo. In the aftermath of his own orgasm, the continued stimulation skirts along that knife-thin line of pain and pleasure, and it's a line that he sometimes very much likes to walk-- another time, maybe he'll ask for this, for Gepard to fuck him through one orgasm and into another.]
[Sampo watches his face while Gepard fucks him, until that moment when he comes and crashes their lips together again. Gepard's kiss is hard and desperate and Sampo lets himself be devoured, taking what the Captain has to give. It swallows up most of their noises, but the ones that it doesn't... Gepard makes such lovely sounds, low sort of growly groans in his throat, and it's a shame to have to keep them down. Next time...]
[Ah, he keeps thinking about next time, next time, whenever he's with Gepard. Always a next time. He always wants more of Gepard; can't help it, he's greedy like that.]
[You will come back, won't you?]
[They're close enough that it takes barely any movement at all to press their foreheads together. Something warm blooms in his chest when he looks into Gepard's earnest blue eyes, and. Wow. Yeah, this is new. This is a new feeling, and he's absolutely not going to put a label to it because if he does, that'll make it even more terrifying. He's going to focus on those pretty eyes and the reverence of Gepard's hands on his skin and the question that he's been asked.]
I always do. [More than Gepard realizes. He always comes back-- to Belobog, to Gepard.] You're stuck with me, Captain.
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Date: 2024-04-13 06:50 pm (UTC)[Sampo watches his face while Gepard fucks him, until that moment when he comes and crashes their lips together again. Gepard's kiss is hard and desperate and Sampo lets himself be devoured, taking what the Captain has to give. It swallows up most of their noises, but the ones that it doesn't... Gepard makes such lovely sounds, low sort of growly groans in his throat, and it's a shame to have to keep them down. Next time...]
[Ah, he keeps thinking about next time, next time, whenever he's with Gepard. Always a next time. He always wants more of Gepard; can't help it, he's greedy like that.]
[You will come back, won't you?]
[They're close enough that it takes barely any movement at all to press their foreheads together. Something warm blooms in his chest when he looks into Gepard's earnest blue eyes, and. Wow. Yeah, this is new. This is a new feeling, and he's absolutely not going to put a label to it because if he does, that'll make it even more terrifying. He's going to focus on those pretty eyes and the reverence of Gepard's hands on his skin and the question that he's been asked.]
I always do. [More than Gepard realizes. He always comes back-- to Belobog, to Gepard.] You're stuck with me, Captain.