[For a moment, he isn't sure what Gepard means by repayment, until he remembers their first night. That's right, the Captain did promise to drag him down to one of those interrogation rooms and bend him over the table. After having more experience with Gepard and the Earthworks in his pants, he can still say that he has a sort of wistful longing for getting battered by it. Beat his ass up so good with that big thing that the rest of the guard will think it's police brutality.]
I don't mind. I know you'll keep your promise! You can surprise me with it, I love a good surprise.
[He'll think that Gepard's bringing him in for a regular interrogation and, surprise! It's a dicking. Best surprise he'll have gotten in a long time.]
[But, for now, it's time to get dressed again so that he can be on his way. Sampo steps back into his underwear and tugs on his socks, goes searching for his pants and shirt. It's a shame to watch Gepard's handsome physique disappear back underneath that stuffy uniform, but, well. At least he's the only one who gets to see it.]
[He pulls on his shirt and jacket, smooths out any wrinkles in the fabric. His hair isn't quite as styled as it usually is, the gel that he uses to put it into its artfully tousled style hasn't quite held up to today's vigorous activities, but it's close enough. Just like that, he's back to looking like nothing ever happened.]
[He crosses the room again to where Gepard is standing, and reaches out to straighten out how one of his lapels lays against his chest. Those uniforms might be stuffy, but he does really fill it out quite well.]
There. That's better. [It was half just for the excuse to touch him.] Kiss me again before I go?
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Date: 2024-07-06 03:41 am (UTC)[For a moment, he isn't sure what Gepard means by repayment, until he remembers their first night. That's right, the Captain did promise to drag him down to one of those interrogation rooms and bend him over the table. After having more experience with Gepard and the Earthworks in his pants, he can still say that he has a sort of wistful longing for getting battered by it. Beat his ass up so good with that big thing that the rest of the guard will think it's police brutality.]
I don't mind. I know you'll keep your promise! You can surprise me with it, I love a good surprise.
[He'll think that Gepard's bringing him in for a regular interrogation and, surprise! It's a dicking. Best surprise he'll have gotten in a long time.]
[But, for now, it's time to get dressed again so that he can be on his way. Sampo steps back into his underwear and tugs on his socks, goes searching for his pants and shirt. It's a shame to watch Gepard's handsome physique disappear back underneath that stuffy uniform, but, well. At least he's the only one who gets to see it.]
[He pulls on his shirt and jacket, smooths out any wrinkles in the fabric. His hair isn't quite as styled as it usually is, the gel that he uses to put it into its artfully tousled style hasn't quite held up to today's vigorous activities, but it's close enough. Just like that, he's back to looking like nothing ever happened.]
[He crosses the room again to where Gepard is standing, and reaches out to straighten out how one of his lapels lays against his chest. Those uniforms might be stuffy, but he does really fill it out quite well.]
There. That's better. [It was half just for the excuse to touch him.] Kiss me again before I go?