[If Sampo had even had the first thought that Gepard might be interested in being tasted in more than just the very literal sense, he would have already been on top of him and getting him out of his clothes. He'd have shown Gepard a few other ways that his mouth could bring him pure bliss, and maybe his hands and some other parts of him, too, if the good Captain was feeling particularly lenient. He would've made up for that pint or so of blood that he just got, with interest.]
[What happens is that he pulls back, looks down at Gepard, and sees an immensely embarrassed guard captain with a red face entangled in his arms. He's flushed and his hair is a little messy and Sampo's not a hundred percent sure if that's an erection against his thigh or if Gepard's just got something in his pocket. (Something kind of big. No, bad Sampo, don't think about the hypothetical large penises of straight men who agreed to be your juice box.)]
[Gepard is apologizing for the whole... situation, for whatever came over him that made him make pretty noises and clutch onto Sampo like a lover. The only reason that Sampo isn't in the same embarrassing boat with him is because his downstairs doesn't really do much without a recent blood meal, and he's been so infrequent about his feedings that he wouldn't be able to stand and salute even if he wanted to.]
Hey, nothing to apologize for! It's no biggie. [He keeps his voice light. This is fine, right? They're just two guys, chilling on a couch, zero feet apart because they're not gay.] I guess it wasn't too uncomfortable for you!
[Which is like. That's a thing, probably, that's a thing that's kind of fucked up if he thinks about it for too long. Sure, he's an Elation Emanator, so maybe it makes sense that his bite brings pleasure, but it's also pretty fucked up to make a guy feel good while you're draining him dry. Killing him and making him love it.]
[But! That's an existential crisis for another day. Right now, he's got Gepard stroking his hair, and that's... probably a little weird. He might still be a bit loopy from the bite and the blood loss.]
How are you feeling? Okay? [He doesn't look bad. Looks pretty healthy, aside from the embarrassment.] I should probably take care of your neck pretty soon. You aren't bleeding, but it's still a bite.
[Focus on that rather than Gepard's schrodinger's boner.]
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Date: 2024-06-04 05:40 am (UTC)[What happens is that he pulls back, looks down at Gepard, and sees an immensely embarrassed guard captain with a red face entangled in his arms. He's flushed and his hair is a little messy and Sampo's not a hundred percent sure if that's an erection against his thigh or if Gepard's just got something in his pocket. (Something kind of big. No, bad Sampo, don't think about the hypothetical large penises of straight men who agreed to be your juice box.)]
[Gepard is apologizing for the whole... situation, for whatever came over him that made him make pretty noises and clutch onto Sampo like a lover. The only reason that Sampo isn't in the same embarrassing boat with him is because his downstairs doesn't really do much without a recent blood meal, and he's been so infrequent about his feedings that he wouldn't be able to stand and salute even if he wanted to.]
Hey, nothing to apologize for! It's no biggie. [He keeps his voice light. This is fine, right? They're just two guys, chilling on a couch, zero feet apart because they're not gay.] I guess it wasn't too uncomfortable for you!
[Which is like. That's a thing, probably, that's a thing that's kind of fucked up if he thinks about it for too long. Sure, he's an Elation Emanator, so maybe it makes sense that his bite brings pleasure, but it's also pretty fucked up to make a guy feel good while you're draining him dry. Killing him and making him love it.]
[But! That's an existential crisis for another day. Right now, he's got Gepard stroking his hair, and that's... probably a little weird. He might still be a bit loopy from the bite and the blood loss.]
How are you feeling? Okay? [He doesn't look bad. Looks pretty healthy, aside from the embarrassment.] I should probably take care of your neck pretty soon. You aren't bleeding, but it's still a bite.
[Focus on that rather than Gepard's schrodinger's boner.]