[Sampo suggests mangos. He mentions a pineapple. And Gepard is about to say something helpful, useful, and then - Sampo leans in. He sees that shit eating grin. He can practically smell the bastard behavior, taste it, see it coming.]
Sampo-
[But he can't stop it, and as Sampo calls him daddy, well. He can't say he likes it, but it puts a blush on his face, a certain heat on the back of his neck, and gives him ideas he can't quite squash.]
If you're going to call me names, I'd rather you stuck with Geppie over calling me that.
[A concession, or a white flag of surrender, it's tough to tell.]
[Lost that game, Gepard. You're Geppie now, it's the nickname from hell that will never leave you. Blame your sister, maybe, or your parents for naming you something that could be shortened into something cute.]
[And Sampo enjoys teasing him too, of course. It's nice, talking with Gepard always makes him feel things.]
You didn't answer the question, though! I'm sure little Miss Lily loves having a sweet treat, but you're trying them, too. I should get things that you'll both enjoy. [A grin, a little Cheshire-cat tilt of his head.] I'm a people-pleaser like that.
[It's taking a lot to keep from outright retreating, and, worse, while he doesn't know how he feels about Sampo calling him daddy (besides definitely feeling something), Gepard has to confront the fact he actually kind of enjoys Sampo calling him Geppie. Things he never wanted to learn about himself.]
You really don't need to go out of your way to please me. [And then he immediately fucking makes a face, like someone had taken an exceptionally sour lemon and shoved it right in his mouth, because he hadn't meant to say it like that but it came out like that, and the second it came out he realized how it sounded. And now there it is, sitting there.]
[As always, Gepard is a gift. He makes that little slip of the tongue— oh, if only Gepard knew how he’d like to please him— and Sampo cackles, laughing like it’s the first good joke that he’s heard in a long time.]
[He trails off after a bit and wipes a tear from his eye.]
Do you even have to ask? [This is one of those things that he’ll remember for the rest of his life. The time that Gepard Landau talked about being pleased by Sampo Koski, out loud. Sent that right out into the universe.] Ahah, that was a good one. Don’t worry, Gepard, I’ll gladly go out of my way to please you.
[Again— in more ways than dear Geppie expects. But that’s either for him to find out later, after Sampo has weaseled his way further into his life, or not, if he hasn’t. Gepard’s could always rebuff him, send him packing. Leave him to his lonely rooftop stalking.]
[There's no words for how badly he wants to assault Sampo right about now, but even if he retired he's still a Silvermane Captain in certain respects, and too well bred to throw a mug at Sampo's face for saying that.
So there's really only one way of dealing with- technically two, but retreat is not an option.]
Then I look forward to the new and exciting ways you'll try to pleasure me with. [Gepard says it incredibly deadpan, just- go on. Out with it. Make the jokes. He won't run from them.]
[Where retreat is not an option, Gepard does as any good soldier would— marches bravely forward. Even if it’s into a trap.]
Oh, do you have exciting tastes? I didn’t know you were that kind of man! You’re so full of surprises.
[Is Gepard really exciting in that way? Who knows, though Sampo would guess that he probably isn’t. He’s such a stalwart and steady man, he probably likes it missionary in the marital bed, like Qlipoth intended. But he’s also a military man, good at taking orders, so there’s always the possibility that he could be trained…]
[Well! Fantasies for another day. Sampo can be a sadsack about attractive men that he’s never seen naked in the privacy of his own bedroom.]
I really will have to import some exotic things to impress you, then. There are things on Penacony that would blow your mind, I’m sure of it!
[Sampo calls his tastes exciting in that mocking way of his - in which they both knew that he was full of shit. Gepard makes a face at him.
In a different lifetime, under slightly different circumstances, this would be the prelude to an arrest attempt and in a few minutes, Sampo would end up being chased. But they don't live that life. Gepard Landau quit his job.
And if the Aeons chose this moment to bless Gepard with a limited form of telepathy, let him see all of Sampo's thoughts, he'd say his dick is small, his tastes are boring, and the rest of him is boring, why. And then he'd have fantasies for the next month.
But, ignorance is bliss. Ignorance is bliss, and Gepard instead says,]
Of course you've been to Penacony. [Even sad single dads from the middle of nowhere know about Penacony. Of course Sampo has. Of course Sampo somehow found his way there.] You'll have to tell me about it sometime.
[If Gepard had tried to tell him that his dick was small, Sampo wouldn't have believed him. He knows in his heart of hearts that Gepard is hung, or at least he hopes that he is. But, really, even in the unlikely event that he hadn't been blessed with an Earthwork in his pants, Sampo wouldn't have cared that much. Big penis, small penis, average sized penis-- he can work with all kinds! And last he checked, Gepard has two perfectly working hands and a mouth, so, really, if you can't make do with that, you just lack imagination.]
[But Gepard's ignorance is also his bliss, and they talk about Penacony instead of penises.]
I have! It's a fun place, you should visit sometime. [Who doesn't love Penacony? A world of dreams, full of wonder. And with plenty of entertainment for both adults and kids.] You have a lot more free time now, don't you? Maybe you should think about taking a trip.
[Just think about it, Geppie. Let that rattle around the old brain for a while, ruminate on it a bit. A fun little trip off of Belobog, for you and your little girl.]
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Sampo-
[But he can't stop it, and as Sampo calls him daddy, well. He can't say he likes it, but it puts a blush on his face, a certain heat on the back of his neck, and gives him ideas he can't quite squash.]
If you're going to call me names, I'd rather you stuck with Geppie over calling me that.
[A concession, or a white flag of surrender, it's tough to tell.]
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[Lost that game, Gepard. You're Geppie now, it's the nickname from hell that will never leave you. Blame your sister, maybe, or your parents for naming you something that could be shortened into something cute.]
[And Sampo enjoys teasing him too, of course. It's nice, talking with Gepard always makes him feel things.]
You didn't answer the question, though! I'm sure little Miss Lily loves having a sweet treat, but you're trying them, too. I should get things that you'll both enjoy. [A grin, a little Cheshire-cat tilt of his head.] I'm a people-pleaser like that.
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You really don't need to go out of your way to please me. [And then he immediately fucking makes a face, like someone had taken an exceptionally sour lemon and shoved it right in his mouth, because he hadn't meant to say it like that but it came out like that, and the second it came out he realized how it sounded. And now there it is, sitting there.]
You'll never let me live that down, will you.
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[He trails off after a bit and wipes a tear from his eye.]
Do you even have to ask? [This is one of those things that he’ll remember for the rest of his life. The time that Gepard Landau talked about being pleased by Sampo Koski, out loud. Sent that right out into the universe.] Ahah, that was a good one. Don’t worry, Gepard, I’ll gladly go out of my way to please you.
[Again— in more ways than dear Geppie expects. But that’s either for him to find out later, after Sampo has weaseled his way further into his life, or not, if he hasn’t. Gepard’s could always rebuff him, send him packing. Leave him to his lonely rooftop stalking.]
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So there's really only one way of dealing with- technically two, but retreat is not an option.]
Then I look forward to the new and exciting ways you'll try to pleasure me with. [Gepard says it incredibly deadpan, just- go on. Out with it. Make the jokes. He won't run from them.]
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Oh, do you have exciting tastes? I didn’t know you were that kind of man! You’re so full of surprises.
[Is Gepard really exciting in that way? Who knows, though Sampo would guess that he probably isn’t. He’s such a stalwart and steady man, he probably likes it missionary in the marital bed, like Qlipoth intended. But he’s also a military man, good at taking orders, so there’s always the possibility that he could be trained…]
[Well! Fantasies for another day. Sampo can be a sadsack about attractive men that he’s never seen naked in the privacy of his own bedroom.]
I really will have to import some exotic things to impress you, then. There are things on Penacony that would blow your mind, I’m sure of it!
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In a different lifetime, under slightly different circumstances, this would be the prelude to an arrest attempt and in a few minutes, Sampo would end up being chased. But they don't live that life. Gepard Landau quit his job.
And if the Aeons chose this moment to bless Gepard with a limited form of telepathy, let him see all of Sampo's thoughts, he'd say his dick is small, his tastes are boring, and the rest of him is boring, why. And then he'd have fantasies for the next month.
But, ignorance is bliss. Ignorance is bliss, and Gepard instead says,]
Of course you've been to Penacony. [Even sad single dads from the middle of nowhere know about Penacony. Of course Sampo has. Of course Sampo somehow found his way there.] You'll have to tell me about it sometime.
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[But Gepard's ignorance is also his bliss, and they talk about Penacony instead of penises.]
I have! It's a fun place, you should visit sometime. [Who doesn't love Penacony? A world of dreams, full of wonder. And with plenty of entertainment for both adults and kids.] You have a lot more free time now, don't you? Maybe you should think about taking a trip.
[Just think about it, Geppie. Let that rattle around the old brain for a while, ruminate on it a bit. A fun little trip off of Belobog, for you and your little girl.]
I know all the best places!