[Gepard thinks he knows the game they're playing. He thinks he understands what's going on. It's just an extension of the game Sampo had been playing with him all this time, all of the fruitless chases into the snow, their banter, the few times he caught Sampo and then had to let him go. Gepard thinks he understands, and then wonders what it means that he thinks he understands Sampo Koski, and then decides that can wait.
All it takes to play along is for him to be Captain Landau, instead of Gepard...except Captain Landau would never let anyone touch him like this, and he should probably wonder what it means that he's letting the two bleed together like watercolors for Sampo. But he won't. He can't.
His eyes flutter shut for a moment, then they reopen. Gepard's voice remains low. Deliberate. Quiet. But it shifts in tone and pitch, a little, settling into the same voice he uses when barking out orders, when making demands. Still hushed, but with authority. This is his office. This is his chair. Sampo shouldn't be here.]
By all rights I should be hauling you in for questioning - why are you here? What did you come for? [And a sliver of amusement seeps through at this point, very dry, very bleak, but Gepard can't help it, he's not that good at balancing who he is as a captain with who he is as a person. But he's trying, for...Sampo, for some reason.] It's not as if we'd have to go far.
[It's at this point that Gepard's hand releases the chair, so he can grab onto Sampo's hand, and then he holds it tightly. With meaning. Stay. He hauls Earthwork around like it's nothing. It's not as if it's hard to hold Sampo still- actually, no, to pull him closer. He wants Sampo close.
(...he's probably doing this wrong, but it's fine. It's almost nostalgic? It's like the first time he was sent to the front lines in a command position. Did he know what he was doing? He was well trained enough to, yes, but also felt like he was faking it until he made it the entire time. Why should people listen to him? Is it his family name? It's like that.)]
If you want me to overlook your presence here, you'll have to be very convincing. [A threat and a promise.]
[That's a pretty tone-- Gepard sounds stern and authoritative, just like he does when he's ordering his soldiers around at the front lines. This is his office, in Qlipoth Fort where he has just a little less authority than the Supreme Guardian herself, and Sampo is the interloper. Technically, he would be within his jurisdiction to arrest Sampo, and to do worse than just arrest him, probably. He could do basically anything that he wanted to Sampo, and give any reason for it, and there wouldn't be anyone in this building that would argue with him.]
[Gepard's hand is tight around Sampo's, holds him firmly in place. He has enough strength to keep Sampo wherever he wants him; Sampo's not a small man nor a weak man, but Gepard is stronger. Has a grip like iron, far more secure than the handcuffs that Sampo so often picked his way out of.]
Maybe I came here for you, Captain. [His voice is low, suggestive. An invitation all on its own.] Maybe I just wanted to see your handsome face. You haven't chased after me all day, I was feeling a little lonely.
[Sampo licks his lips when Gepard says that he'll need to be convincing. He has so many ideas about how he could convince him.]
Why don't you let me take care of you? [It looks like Gepard has a bit of a raging problem there that could use Sampo's personal touch.] You look like you could use my help.
[He stares at Sampo as the conman says he came here for him, a myriad array of feelings flicking across his face, across his eyes. Coming here for him, impossible? But he likes that. His cock likes that. He wants to believe in it, even if it seems like the most obvious bullshit a thief would say to get out of jail time. It might be bullshit, but it's...nice. It's very nice. He wants to believe in it. He swallows.
Handsome face is obviously flattery, but it's part of what Gepard's rapidly realizing is their new normal. Their routine, whatever it was going to become; Sampo says nice things he doesn't exactly mean, and Gepard doesn't believe in them, but likes it anyway.
Sampo feeling a little lonely is also astonishingly plausible. Because he also felt a little lonely. And now here they were, one definitely-lonely guy, and one could-be couldn't-be lonely guy, and all of this would feel nicer if his cock wasn't hanging out.
But that's besides the point. Sampo licks his lips. Offers to help. Gepard scowls. He's holding onto Sampo. Short of cutting his arm off, Sampo's not going anywhere. Because he does have a raging problem and Sampo could be the solution to that problem, yes, but Gepard can't pretend like he's Sexy Captain Landau anymore, no, he's bad at being Sexy Captain Landau. Terrible. Horrible.]
Well, this is your fault. [It's deliberate, low, and frustrated, and a little bit angry, because he tried to jerk off more than once after...that, tried to do some self care in his own damn office because he's that pent up, it didn't go anywhere because it paled in comparison to the real thing and he was left sweaty and dissatisfied and Gepard's so tired and he wants, he never tried to want and now he wants, and now here's Sampo Koski acting like he didn't have a thing to do with it? Really?]
[Gepard might think that he's bad at being Sexy Captain Landau, but Sampo would beg to differ-- there's a definite appeal to him when he's all sullen and growly, his voice low and with a rough edge to it from his frustration. If he knew how much of an effect he had on Gepard and his ironclad willpower, he might have broken into his office sooner, offered up his services before the poor Captain got to such a state.]
[Or maybe he wouldn't have. Frustrated Captain Landau is pretty sexy. And when he's all pent-up like this, well, he'll have so much energy to unleash on a helpful conman, won't he?]
[But really, this whole situation? Being here, with Gepard, offering himself up again? This was an inevitability. What was Sampo supposed to do, just go about his normal business like he never knew what Gepard's hands felt like on his body? Unlike certain guard captains, Sampo isn't in the habit of self-denial. He wants Gepard, and he's here to get him.]
Is it all Sampo's fault? [His one hand is pinned; the other is still free. Sampo leans down further, his free hand skimming down Gepard's chest, his stomach, towards his open trousers. And, of course, towards the hard, heavy cock resting on his hip. He traces a finger up its length; it's hot, and he has a very clear and visceral memory of how it felt inside of him.] I should take responsibility.
[An echo from before-- are you going to make Sampo Koski take responsibility? Sampo Koski rarely takes responsibility for anything, but this? He'll take it.]
How do you like it, Captain? Since this is my fault. [He tips his head towards Gepard's, noses at his ear. The good Captain's hair smells like plain soap and a little like sweat, and it's very endearing. Very Gepard.] Do you want my hand? My mouth? You could bend me over that very sturdy desk of yours...
[Oh? Was he supposed to have a filter? Was he supposed to be restrained? Was he? Well, maybe Sampo shouldn't be winding him up as badly as he has been. Maybe Sampo shouldn't have touched his chest, his stomach, run a finger up his length like he owns it, which in certain respects feels right. His cock, property of Sampo Koski, and Sampo could do with it what he would, use him as he wants, whenever he wants.
This is not a good thing, probably. This is probably a bad thing. But Gepard can't help it. He uses his leverage to turn his head, to pull Sampo into a rough kiss, which then becomes a soft kiss. Soft, with a little bit of yearning. Because he's been wanting Sampo for a while. Because he's been frustrated, by himself. Because he's a lot less frustrated with Sampo here in certain respects, and a lot more frustrated in other ways. Feelings are complicated. He's not sure what he's feeling.
He breaks the kiss, moves to get up.]
The walls are only so thick, Sampo. If you're too loud, they'll catch you, and I won't be able to help you. [He could, and would, but for now he's going to pretend like he can't, and won't.]
[A laugh.] Never thought I'd hear that you'd love anything more than your work.
[There's something to that little fantasy of his, though, to Gepard Landau's cock being property of Sampo Koski, something that he'd be able to actually turn into reality if the good Captain would be a little more open about what he likes. He's got a sturdy bed back home, he could get cuffed to the headboard with those handcuffs that he loved to slap around Sampo's wrists, bound up and waiting for the conman to use as he would. A fun little toy for Sampo to play with. He wouldn't be able to find one that he'd want to play with more.]
[But, can't do any of that until Gepard actually mentions this sort of thing to him. He's playing it by ear, Gepard, trying to figure out what gets the Captain of the Silvermane guard going through guesswork and observation. It'll be harder to suss out the hidden stuff in your brain if you won't talk about them.]
[Riling him up seems to be working, at least, judging from how Gepard tugs him into a kiss. It's rough at first and Sampo matches that energy, bites at the good Captain's lips and gives back as good as he gets; then softens, melts, and it still feels like wanting but a different kind of wanting than Gepard's restless frustration. Kind of sweet. Easy to sink into, and if Sampo hadn't been around this block so many times before, it might've been easy to read something into it that wasn't really there.]
[Gepard's the one who breaks the kiss, then stands. He hasn't let go of Sampo's hand yet, so he really doesn't have any choice but to follow along wherever he leads.]
Maybe you'll just have to keep my mouth full, then. [There are lots of fun ways to do that. Fill it with fingers, keep it busy with Gepard's tongue, shove a cock in it.] Dealer's choice on how.
[He's not overly bothered with the possibility of being caught. They can't keep him locked up as it is. But hearing about the lecture that Gepard would get afterward for inappropriate conduct with a detainee might almost be worth the escape.]
When I thought about it, I always imagined my cock in your mouth, or me just bending you over my desk and being done with it. But I like looking at your face.
[Weird, isn't it? He's not sure what part of that is weird, he just knows the entire sentiment is weird, especially since he's still frustrated and, well, frustrated. He's frustrated, frustrated, and he could just rip off Sampo's pants and have him right then and there, but also...also.]
I like your eyes.
[It's weird, right? He's frustrated, Sampo just broke into his office, and by all rights he should just shove Sampo onto his desk, and by all rights Sampos sounds like he'd be into being shoved onto his desk, but Gepard likes Sampo's eyes. But, doing Sampo on his work - tempting, captivating, the sort of thing he likes, stern guard captain and naughty thief getting out of jail time, something like that, and so Sampo gets scooped in his arms and Gepard plunks him on his desk, knocking over a few files.
Who cares, really.]
How long do you- do we have? [Stern guard captain, debauched thief, he's going for the thief's pants, undoing it like he owns it and this is normal, don't worry about it.]
[Well, those eyes that Gepard likes so much stare at him for a second, a sort of blank look while he processes what the good Captain just said to him. Gepard likes looking at his face, likes his eyes. That feels like a weird thing to say to the guy that you sometimes fuck, right?]
[He doesn't have too much time to ruminate on that particular weirdness, though, because Gepard scoops him into his arms and starts carrying him over to the desk.]
[Now, Sampo is not a small man. Sampo is actually quite a large man, being roughly the same height as Gepard, if perhaps a little on the leaner side. The main point is that very few people, if anyone has ever picked up Sampo Koski like he weighs about as much as a sack of flour. He's the one doing the manhandling, not the manhandle-ee. So when Gepard just sweeps him up like he's the protagonist in a half-Shield romance novel, Sampo makes a weird little choked-off noise in his throat and hooks an arm almost reflexively around his neck, like he might get dropped.]
[He's deposited safely onto the desk. A few files are pushed out of the way, some papers scatter. Sampo's hand comes dangerously close to knocking over a holder full of pens. It apparently doesn't bother Gepard at all, because he goes right for Sampo's pants despite the disarray.]
[It's. It was actually pretty hot. Is Sampo into this? He thinks he might be into it, he's kind of into Gepard Landau being strong enough to just haul him around like he isn't six-odd feet of pretty solid man.]
[The good Captain asks him how much time they have. Sampo fishes through one of his pockets, finds his phone, and tosses it across the room. It lands somewhere.]
Looks like my schedule just cleared up. [Fuck it! He's getting laid right now and he doesn't care who he has to meet up with, they can wait. He's making the executive decision that whatever money he would've made today is worth the price of getting railed on Gepard's desk. Sampo starts tugging at the buttons on Gepard's uniform, because he's got way too much clothing on right now.] So I've got as long as you want!
[He asks how long they have and Sampo pulls out a phone, and takes it, and tosses it...somewhere, Gepard watches him fish out the phone, and watches him toss it, doesn't bother watching where it goes, or watching where it falls. They apparently have a lot more time than he'd expected to get from Sampo Koski, which likely means there's some sort of catch, which is a problem because there's no obvious catch that Gepard could see which means he'll be blindsided by it, but there's another thing that's a problem: pants. Sampo's pants are a problem.]
Hips. [As in please wiggle your hips for a second, I need to take these pants off and ignore the blush on his cheeks. Pants off. Underwear off as well. Hands smoothing over Sampo's thighs, fingernails dig in deep.] We really shouldn't be doing this.
[He's not stopping the entire stripping, groping, desk sex thing, and if Sampo tries to get off of his desk his hands are going to urge him to stay, but it's like telling someone a secret; more often than not, you had to say this is a secret and urge people to silence before you get to the secret part. It's like that.] It won't end well. [...probably. He's still doing it! He's still going for it!]
[Hips, Gepard says, and Sampo lifts his hips a little so that the good Captain can pull his pants and his underwear off in one fell swoop, leaving him bare from the waist down. His hands run along the length of Sampo's thighs, a smooth slide before he gets his nails into him.]
[We shouldn't be doing this.]
[Probably not wrong. They're about to have sex in Qlipoth Fort in the middle of the day, when there are plenty of people walking around who might need to speak with Captain Landau at any point. A lot of them probably wouldn't question their superior's locked door, but not everyone here is Gepard's subordinate. If either of them were being prudent, they would restrict their sordid little trysts to places that aren't full of Silvermane guards and the Supreme Guardian.]
[That's not enough to stop either of them, though. Gepard's body still is keeping Sampo on the desk, his hands touching, grabbing, holding him as the Captain pleases. Even so, even with the human wall that is Gepard Landau in front of him, if he wanted, Sampo's fairly certain that he would move if he told him to; the good Captain listens when he says no. Sampo just rarely says no.]
[It won't end well makes it sound less like Gepard is talking about this particular scenario, and more like he's talking about their whole arrangement. Probably still not wrong-- they're each other's dirty little secret. If... when... that secret gets leaked, it's a little bit of mutually assured destruction.]
But Captain. [He hooks a leg around Gepard's hip, uses it to drag him in closer.] Do you really care?
[Right now, with Sampo half-naked on his desk and more than willing, does he really care about the potential disastrous future?]
[He tries to gather his dignity about him, to muster his hard-earned composure (carved out bit by bit from ice and snow and persistence and stubbornness) to act like the military man he is. Gepard tries. He tries so hard. He's...uh, frustrated, he's a captain, he's in his office, any second now the Supreme Guardian could waltz in and catch him fucking Sampo Koski.
He manages a frown. A leg is hooked around his hip, dragging him closer, and Gepard's dragged willingly. Pliant.]
Of course I care.
[He also manages a vaguely frustrated tone.
This is a lie, but does it count as a lie if both parties know it's a lie? He's not even good at lying, not really, not when it comes to something like this. He let himself get dragged closer by a leg around his hip. He took off Sampo's pants. He's probably blushing. Again. His cheeks rosy. Again. One of the most stubborn people on the planet and he's going along with all of Sampo's suggestions. He might as well write I enjoy having sex with Sampo Koski on his forehead with neon pink and skip through the fort for all he's being subtle.]
I just thought someone should say it. [This would be more convincing if Gepard wasn't reaching into his drawer to pull out a barely used bottle of lube. Other things in his drawer: a Belobog fidget toy (a cube made out of stone in shades of blue), an extra pair of gloves, oil and a rag for his gauntlet, and various office supplies. It's the lube that's important.] And, as you obviously wasn't going to say the obvious, I had to.
[He is blushing, even as he makes his not-very-persuasive denials, and Sampo thinks it's a very pretty color on Gepard Landau. Really brings out his eyes.]
[It's a compliment, really, that Gepard is stern and solid as ice with everything except him. Maybe it's the kind of compliment that he should take a little more seriously, that out of everyone in Belobog, Sampo is the one that he can't refuse. Sampo is the one that he lets slink into his office like a tomcat, despite the danger. His first, out in that cold little shack in the middle of nowhere.]
[His last? No, that's a ridiculous thought. He's the good Captain's sexual frustration outlet, not a boyfriend.]
[The drawer is opened. There's a bottle of lube in there that definitely wasn't a few weeks ago, mostly full. If Sampo has his way, it won't be lasting nearly as long as it should. It's the odd-man-out amongst the other little trinkets in his drawer, the little objects that hint at the kind of man Gepard is-- the fidget toy for restless hands, the oil-and-rag for his diligent maintenance.]
No one's going to find us. [Not today, anyway. Probably.] I made sure that no one saw me, and your door's locked.
[He hooks his fingers into Gepard's collar and drags his face in, close enough to kiss.]
If you're really all that worried about it, maybe you should hurry up and fuck me.
[Despite his reputation as a steel wall, as the most stubborn man in the entirety of Belobog, as someone who started to run down the path of Preservation, there's only so much resistance he can put up when Sampo is right there. His lips are right there. He puts up a (token) split-second of hesitation, his breath hot against Sampo's skin, before Gepard kisses him. Probably still sloppy. Probably still awkward. It's not as if he's kissed a lot of people besides Sampo, and he definitely didn't kiss other people in the same way he kisses Sampo.
Now, there is the smart thing for Gepard to do: take off the rest of his clothes. There's what he does instead: his hand starts stroking Sampo's length, playing with his cock, just because he's a man, and he's kissing Sampo, and it's right there-
And then he breaks the kiss.]
Why are you always in such a hurry to get away from me, Koski? [First the arrests, now demanding a quick fuck, what is this.]
[Sampo's getting quite used to Gepard's sloppy, inexperienced kisses, and he finds them endearing. One day, Gepard will get enough experience that he won't be so overeager and messy about it. Until then? These kisses are only for Sampo. No one else gets to have them.]
[His hand is bolder and more skilled than his mouth is. He makes a soft noise into the kiss, louder when Gepard pulls away from it and his lips aren't there to muffle him. Gepard's hand is firm, the palm a little rough from callouses, and his strokes are a little dry without any of that lube coming into play, but. Well. Sampo's fine with a little rough treatment sometimes, all of their sex doesn't have to be sweet. His cock starts to fill under the good Captain's attention, and Sampo braces his heads against the edge of the desk to keep himself steady.]
A-ha, is that what you think? [A little laugh, slightly breathy as his breathing gets faster with arousal. Gepard's hand feels good, it's a little distracting.] If only I could stay away from you. I like your attention too much for that.
[If he could've kept away from Gepard Landau, so much less of his time would've been spent dodging arrests or having to flee out into the snowfields to lose him. It's a delicate balancing act-- wanting Gepard's attention, needing his freedom. But a man gets to chose how he wants to spend his time and energy, and if Sampo wanted to spend his getting a rise out of Gepard and then having to run to keep his freedom, well. That's a man's prerogative.]
If you didn't keep trying to arrest me, I wouldn't have to leave in such a hurry. [Obviously.] And if somebody would take an afternoon off sometime, maybe I wouldn't have to sneak into his office for a quickie.
[Stop saying things like that, in a voice like that, it's making it hard to focus and he needs to focus instead of getting incredibly self-conscious because there's a lot going on with what Sampo said. He likes his attention. He likes his attention and is seeking him out for sex. Sampo likes his attention and wants him to take an afternoon off and this is the point in which Gepard pauses in playing with Sampo's cock to start to undo his shirt because he is suddenly much too clothed for a quickie.
...it's fine.]
It's not that easy for me to take an afternoon off. [Okay, shirt off. It's sort of halfheartedly folded and draped over the chair.] Even if I did manage to get the time off, the odds are pretty good someone would show up to see what's wrong with me.
[Gepard helpfully slicks one hand up. A few fingers. Nothing to see here.]
But it's not the worst idea I've heard coming from you.
[Anyway, he said too much, so, Gepard does two things at this point: he starts to swallow Sampo's cock with his mouth, steadying it with one hand, and he shoves a finger up Sampo's ass. It's intimidating, and coordination's a pain in the ass, but it's not like he can keep on talking while his tongue is playing with Sampo's head, taking in a...decent amount, maybe not swallowing it to the base, but a decent amount of Sampo's length, so. Look! A distraction.]
[Someone would show up to see what's wrong with me. Sampo laughs at that, while Gepard goes and gets a few of his fingers slick. How adorable, that the good Captain cares whether someone would stop by to check on him. There's such an easy solution to that problem.]
Just don't answer the door, Captain! [What are they going to do, break down his apartment door to make sure that he's in there?]
[But him acknowledging that it's not a bad idea... That opens the door for it becoming a good idea. For it becoming an idea that one day actually becomes real--]
[Which is a thought for another time, because Gepard goes down on his cock and presses a finger into his ass at the same time, and Sampo's legs very nearly give out on him. He groans, and shoves his knuckles into his mouth to try to keep himself from getting too loud. Even though the walls and doors in the fort are pretty thick, it's not soundproof, and someone might want to check on the Captain if they hear moans from behind his door.]
[Gepard is an inexperienced cocksucker, but the skill isn't as important as the enthusiasm-- he's focused, intent, going at Sampo's dick with the same attention and diligence that he'd take down a Fragmentum monster. That, combined with the pressure of his fingers inside of him, is a heady mix, riles him up easily. Sampo rakes his fingers through Gepard's hair, pushing his bangs back from his face a little, giving himself a better view of his face, what his mouth is doing. He's tempted to grip those pretty blond locks in a tighter hold, but Gepard might not be like him-- he likes have his hair pulled, have his head tugged around.]
Ah, Gepard. [His voice is definitely breathless now; it feels good, even with only part of his cock in Gepard's mouth and a single finger inside of him. It does help that Gepard is surprisingly good at remembering where his prostate is and that his hands are strong and deft.] Do you know how pretty you look like that?
[Down on his knees, between Sampo's legs, his mouth full of cock. Gorgeous, pretty as a picture. If Sampo hadn't tossed his phone to parts unknown, he might've been tempted to take a quick shot, even though Gepard would have certainly nearly killed him for it. Worth it, for the preservation of such a lovely sight. And is Gepard not a follower of the Preservation?]
[Now, here he had been, sucking cock with more enthusiasm than he would have ever expected out of himself, but there's something...there's something addicting about finding all the ways he could unravel Sampo's self control. (Which, while not the same as his, still manifested itself in its own way.) There's something about the way that Sampo immediately shoves his knuckles into his mouth that makes Gepard smile. Sampo can likely feel it against his skin, before Gepard gets back to trying to make the conman unravel.
There's fingers against his hair, brushing it aside. He tries to ignore it. It's surprisingly difficult. He thinks he remembers where to hit, and as Sampo groans, he groans with him. It's intoxicating. He's making his best and most persuasive argument for Sampo to, perhaps, consider coming back to his office (it's a stupid thing, he shouldn't, he wants it) as well as enjoying listening to all of the noises he can get out of Sampo - it's like the conman's one of his sister's guitars and he's trying to figure out how it works. It's like that.
But then Sampo says the most utterly fucking baffling thing (does he know how pretty he looks...?) and Gepard makes this muffled-yet-oddly loud confused noise. Part of him wants to pull off just so he can ask, because sure, flattery's nice, but he has Sampo's cock in his mouth and a finger up his ass- two fingers, actually, another one gets pushed in just for the occasion. But Gepard glances up. He's flushed. His eyebrows are raised, trying to ask without asking: what? And then his eyes narrow, a little, trying to say without saying: I've got your cock in my mouth - you don't have to flatter me, it's not as if I'm going to bite it off.
But having a cock in his mouth is a nice excuse to keep from having to talk, so the captain keeps going, because what else is he going to do.]
[That's another pretty little noise from Gepard Landau, muffled a little because of his mouth on Sampo's cock. But it's got that little confused tone to it, like Sampo's said something ridiculous that the good Captain can't figure out. And, sure, sometimes Sampo is deliberately ridiculous to get a rise out of him, but calling him handsome isn't a lie or an exaggeration.]
[But those pretty blue eyes narrow at him like they do when Gepard catches him in a lie, and it would be easier to question why Gepard looks like that if he wasn't also shoving another finger into Sampo at the same time. It's very difficult to interpret facial expressions while those two fingers are making his hips jerk and his body tense and shudder around them.]
Don't-- ah-- be modest. [The good Captain, being modest about his virtues that don't involve being a paragon of the Preservation-- that's a reasonable explanation for his expression that Sampo doesn't have to think too hard about.] You're handsome whether or not you're sucking my cock.
[He's not saying it just because you've got your mouth on him, Gepard! Sure, it helps, gives him a certain je ne sais quoi, but he'd still be a good-looking man even if he'd never gotten on his knees at all. Still be handsome even if he'd never touched Sampo at all, never kissed him, never fucked him. He'd just be unattainable and handsome, then.]
[...it's actually incredibly hard to multitask and maintain hand-mouth-cock-ass coordination on its own. He's not good at this. He's fumbling through the actions, hoping he remembers what Sampo likes. (Judging from the movements and noises Sampo's making, he does.) It's harder when Sampo's moving and tensing and shuddering - that's the point and he likes it, wants to see Sampo further unravel...Gepard craves it, wants to see whatever lies under the mask the conman presents to the world. Not that he ever will, but- still. Still, he chases after it.
But it's harder still to multitask and maintain hand-mouth-cock-ass coordination when Sampo's calling him handsome and tells him to not be modest, and Gepard doesn't know if he's turned on or turned off by it - he knows it's doing something to him, direction to be decided - and Sampo's hips are moving and Gepard has to keep his fingers going, seeking that spot which makes Gepard writhe-
Fuck it. Gepard pulls off of Sampo's cock. He needs to say words. He can't say words with a dick in his mouth. His fingers, however, continue doing what they're doing. He is going to say words.]
You- [...his voice has a bit of a rasp to it. Ahem. Trying that again.] You know this isn't easy, right? Now probably isn't the time. [He might choke on that thing, and not in a good, sexy way.]
[Sampo makes a whiny little noise when Gepard's mouth leaves his cock, because he'd really been enjoying that and he'd like it back, please? But it's so that Gepard can talk, and that's probably an important enough reason to postpone his good time for a minute. And his fingers are still going, just fucking right into Sampo with the steady, regimented rhythm of a good soldier, so it's not like he's left entirely bereft.]
[It's just that Gepard keeps saying the silliest things.]
Sorry, Captain, if you don't want me to talk, you have to keep my mouth busy with something else!
[He's a talker, and that doesn't stop just because you've got him in the sack, Gepard. It often didn't stop even when you punched him in the mouth and slapped him in cuffs, what makes you think that he'll stop because of a blowjob?]
Or do you just not want me to call you handsome? [C'mon, Gepard. Spill it to Sampo, he doesn't know what's going on in that pretty blond head of yours. His head cocks a little to one side, a curious little gesture as he looks down at the good Captain.] You get weird every time I do.
[Which is a pretty good observation for him to make in the middle of getting fingerfucked, you should be proud of him, Gepard.]
[...he's kind of trapped now, isn't he? He could just shove his cock into Sampo's mouth but that feels like conceding something; he could stop, but that also feels like conceding something; he could get back to what he was doing, but that, too, feels like conceding something. No matter what he does, Gepard feels like he'll give something away to Sampo. He's the most stubborn man in all of Belobog. A concession feels wrong.
His other hand goes back to Sampo's length, stroking it idly. Conversational stroking. His fingers still work in Sampo's ass. This is the strangest conversation he's ever had with anyone.]
I don't get weird. [What nonsense is this, there's a difference between confused and getting weird.] It just...throws me off, I suppose.
[...it's really hard to focus in this situation, and the captain shakes his head as if to clear a thought from it. Like shooing away flies, except instead of flies it's contemplating Sampo's flattery while having one hand on Sampo's cock and his fingers up Sampo's ass and this really is the weirdest conversation he'll ever have. Ever.] Maybe I should just get back to what I was doing.
[The same guy who goes out and punches Fragmentum monsters in the face without flinching, who has to listen to every absurd complaint that comes in from the Dark-Blue Scam Victims' Association, gets thrown off by a simple compliment from the guy he's sleeping with. Something about that doesn't add up in Sampo's brain, this boy math isn't making sense.]
Look, I get that what we're doing is pretty casual, but wouldn't it be weird for, uh. [Yeah, still having this conversation while getting fingered and now with Gepard fondling his cock again. If Gepard thought it was hard on his end of things...] For me to not think you're hot?
[The more casual it is, the more it's based on physical attraction. So Sampo calling Gepard attractive should be, like, the least surprising thing that's coming out of his mouth, it's not like he's waxing poetic about the good Captain's other virtues. If he came up here with a poem in hand about Gepard's diligent heart or some shit, that would be weird. He's not he weird one here, right?]
[He rakes a hand through his hair; it pushes his bangs back for a second, before they flop right back where they were over his face.]
You're hot. What you're doing is hot. All of it-- [vague hand gesture] --hot. I'm not going to shut up about it!
[He can't have this conversation with one hand on Sampo's cock and his other hand fingers deep into Sampo's ass. He can barely have this conversation at all. Sampo reiterating that he's hot has Gepard blushing, releasing the conman's cock, burying his face into the conman's thigh for a moment, then, kissing it, then, using it as a pillow as he glances up. A little shyly, a little exasperated. Fond, against all better judgment. Also a little bit turned on?
His other hand remains fingers deep into Sampo's ass, motionless because he's not sure what the etiquette is in this situation. Keep on working his fingers? Pull them out entirely? Something else? No one had ever warned Gepard that he might end up having a conversation with his complication when in the middle of a forbidden quickie, in his office, when someone could try to talk to him at any moment. Maybe.]
I don't think I'm hideous, it's just- [He doesn't think he's hot. But also.] It's like if I said I liked your smile instead of praising your...cunning? Even if it's true, it's still disarming, probably, and you'd expect one more than the other.
[There probably isn't etiquette for this kind of situation, so whatever Gepard thinks is most polite is probably fine? It's fine, whatever he wanted to do was fine, and it was very fine for him to press his face to Sampo's thigh and kiss the soft skin there. To look up at him with shy eyes, his exasperation edging into fondness, his face flushed pink either from his bashfulness or just from arousal.]
[Why is he such a good man? A man shouldn't be allowed to be both handsome and good, and steadfast, and earnest, and a hundred other stupid little things that make Sampo like Gepard despite the fact that he shouldn't. It's unfair, it's a cruel trick of the universe, it sometimes makes him feel a little bit insane trying to figure it out.]
You already said you like my eyes.
[Man, sometimes he says things that he really shouldn't. Sampo shakes his head like he's clearing it, then reaches down and tugs Gepard up from the floor. He tugs him up until he's within kissing range, brackets his face in his hands and, indeed, kisses him.]
You're ridiculous. [He kisses him again, and reaches down to tug at Gepard's wrist, the one on the hand that still has fingers in him.] I need you to fuck me right now. I'm good, don't worry about it, if you aren't inside me in the next minute I'm going to shove you down and ride you.
[Which like. Also kind of a hot idea, just pushing Gepard down and climbing on top of him like he owned him, but... desk sex.]
But you promised me desk sex, so I'd really rather do that.
[...yes, but the difference is that Sampo has nice eyes. They're a nice shade of green, like the color of plants that Gepard has never seen except in picture books, a richer green than the plants that he acquires-then-kills. They're striking. They're unfair. They're haunting. And the captain wants to say as much, but then Sampo tugs at him - he goes, he's pliant, willing - and then he's kissed and that kiss thoroughly shuts him up.
He's called ridiculous. Gepard makes a noise. It's vaguely agreeing? Because he is ridiculous, and he doesn't know how Sampo means it, but still has to agree with it. He's very ridiculous! But he's kissed again and that shuts him up. Again. Sampo tugs at his hand and Gepard pulls out his fingers, so he can use both hands to grab Sampo by the thighs, then, hips, and then lift him and force him onto the desk and all of this probably isn't really forcing the conman to do much of anything at all. But it's the thought/action/symbolism/kink that counts.]
When I first was assigned this office, I was told this desk was an antique with a long history.
[Oh, that report right next to Sampo's ass is actually vaguely important and will go to Pela later...Gepard grabs it and tosses it on the ground, because he'd feel bad about his sister's friend getting something that had been...well. Captain due diligence done.]
I never liked it. I always found it stuffy. Heavy. But I think I'll like it more now... [Oh.] Oh. Condom? [Because he had left a mess the last time and he doesn't know how Sampo might feel about a second mess.]
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All it takes to play along is for him to be Captain Landau, instead of Gepard...except Captain Landau would never let anyone touch him like this, and he should probably wonder what it means that he's letting the two bleed together like watercolors for Sampo. But he won't. He can't.
His eyes flutter shut for a moment, then they reopen. Gepard's voice remains low. Deliberate. Quiet. But it shifts in tone and pitch, a little, settling into the same voice he uses when barking out orders, when making demands. Still hushed, but with authority. This is his office. This is his chair. Sampo shouldn't be here.]
By all rights I should be hauling you in for questioning - why are you here? What did you come for? [And a sliver of amusement seeps through at this point, very dry, very bleak, but Gepard can't help it, he's not that good at balancing who he is as a captain with who he is as a person. But he's trying, for...Sampo, for some reason.] It's not as if we'd have to go far.
[It's at this point that Gepard's hand releases the chair, so he can grab onto Sampo's hand, and then he holds it tightly. With meaning. Stay. He hauls Earthwork around like it's nothing. It's not as if it's hard to hold Sampo still- actually, no, to pull him closer. He wants Sampo close.
(...he's probably doing this wrong, but it's fine. It's almost nostalgic? It's like the first time he was sent to the front lines in a command position. Did he know what he was doing? He was well trained enough to, yes, but also felt like he was faking it until he made it the entire time. Why should people listen to him? Is it his family name? It's like that.)]
If you want me to overlook your presence here, you'll have to be very convincing. [A threat and a promise.]
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[Gepard's hand is tight around Sampo's, holds him firmly in place. He has enough strength to keep Sampo wherever he wants him; Sampo's not a small man nor a weak man, but Gepard is stronger. Has a grip like iron, far more secure than the handcuffs that Sampo so often picked his way out of.]
Maybe I came here for you, Captain. [His voice is low, suggestive. An invitation all on its own.] Maybe I just wanted to see your handsome face. You haven't chased after me all day, I was feeling a little lonely.
[Sampo licks his lips when Gepard says that he'll need to be convincing. He has so many ideas about how he could convince him.]
Why don't you let me take care of you? [It looks like Gepard has a bit of a raging problem there that could use Sampo's personal touch.] You look like you could use my help.
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Handsome face is obviously flattery, but it's part of what Gepard's rapidly realizing is their new normal. Their routine, whatever it was going to become; Sampo says nice things he doesn't exactly mean, and Gepard doesn't believe in them, but likes it anyway.
Sampo feeling a little lonely is also astonishingly plausible. Because he also felt a little lonely. And now here they were, one definitely-lonely guy, and one could-be couldn't-be lonely guy, and all of this would feel nicer if his cock wasn't hanging out.
But that's besides the point. Sampo licks his lips. Offers to help. Gepard scowls. He's holding onto Sampo. Short of cutting his arm off, Sampo's not going anywhere. Because he does have a raging problem and Sampo could be the solution to that problem, yes, but Gepard can't pretend like he's Sexy Captain Landau anymore, no, he's bad at being Sexy Captain Landau. Terrible. Horrible.]
Well, this is your fault. [It's deliberate, low, and frustrated, and a little bit angry, because he tried to jerk off more than once after...that, tried to do some self care in his own damn office because he's that pent up, it didn't go anywhere because it paled in comparison to the real thing and he was left sweaty and dissatisfied and Gepard's so tired and he wants, he never tried to want and now he wants, and now here's Sampo Koski acting like he didn't have a thing to do with it? Really?]
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[Or maybe he wouldn't have. Frustrated Captain Landau is pretty sexy. And when he's all pent-up like this, well, he'll have so much energy to unleash on a helpful conman, won't he?]
[But really, this whole situation? Being here, with Gepard, offering himself up again? This was an inevitability. What was Sampo supposed to do, just go about his normal business like he never knew what Gepard's hands felt like on his body? Unlike certain guard captains, Sampo isn't in the habit of self-denial. He wants Gepard, and he's here to get him.]
Is it all Sampo's fault? [His one hand is pinned; the other is still free. Sampo leans down further, his free hand skimming down Gepard's chest, his stomach, towards his open trousers. And, of course, towards the hard, heavy cock resting on his hip. He traces a finger up its length; it's hot, and he has a very clear and visceral memory of how it felt inside of him.] I should take responsibility.
[An echo from before-- are you going to make Sampo Koski take responsibility? Sampo Koski rarely takes responsibility for anything, but this? He'll take it.]
How do you like it, Captain? Since this is my fault. [He tips his head towards Gepard's, noses at his ear. The good Captain's hair smells like plain soap and a little like sweat, and it's very endearing. Very Gepard.] Do you want my hand? My mouth? You could bend me over that very sturdy desk of yours...
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[Oh? Was he supposed to have a filter? Was he supposed to be restrained? Was he? Well, maybe Sampo shouldn't be winding him up as badly as he has been. Maybe Sampo shouldn't have touched his chest, his stomach, run a finger up his length like he owns it, which in certain respects feels right. His cock, property of Sampo Koski, and Sampo could do with it what he would, use him as he wants, whenever he wants.
This is not a good thing, probably. This is probably a bad thing. But Gepard can't help it. He uses his leverage to turn his head, to pull Sampo into a rough kiss, which then becomes a soft kiss. Soft, with a little bit of yearning. Because he's been wanting Sampo for a while. Because he's been frustrated, by himself. Because he's a lot less frustrated with Sampo here in certain respects, and a lot more frustrated in other ways. Feelings are complicated. He's not sure what he's feeling.
He breaks the kiss, moves to get up.]
The walls are only so thick, Sampo. If you're too loud, they'll catch you, and I won't be able to help you. [He could, and would, but for now he's going to pretend like he can't, and won't.]
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[There's something to that little fantasy of his, though, to Gepard Landau's cock being property of Sampo Koski, something that he'd be able to actually turn into reality if the good Captain would be a little more open about what he likes. He's got a sturdy bed back home, he could get cuffed to the headboard with those handcuffs that he loved to slap around Sampo's wrists, bound up and waiting for the conman to use as he would. A fun little toy for Sampo to play with. He wouldn't be able to find one that he'd want to play with more.]
[But, can't do any of that until Gepard actually mentions this sort of thing to him. He's playing it by ear, Gepard, trying to figure out what gets the Captain of the Silvermane guard going through guesswork and observation. It'll be harder to suss out the hidden stuff in your brain if you won't talk about them.]
[Riling him up seems to be working, at least, judging from how Gepard tugs him into a kiss. It's rough at first and Sampo matches that energy, bites at the good Captain's lips and gives back as good as he gets; then softens, melts, and it still feels like wanting but a different kind of wanting than Gepard's restless frustration. Kind of sweet. Easy to sink into, and if Sampo hadn't been around this block so many times before, it might've been easy to read something into it that wasn't really there.]
[Gepard's the one who breaks the kiss, then stands. He hasn't let go of Sampo's hand yet, so he really doesn't have any choice but to follow along wherever he leads.]
Maybe you'll just have to keep my mouth full, then. [There are lots of fun ways to do that. Fill it with fingers, keep it busy with Gepard's tongue, shove a cock in it.] Dealer's choice on how.
[He's not overly bothered with the possibility of being caught. They can't keep him locked up as it is. But hearing about the lecture that Gepard would get afterward for inappropriate conduct with a detainee might almost be worth the escape.]
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[Weird, isn't it? He's not sure what part of that is weird, he just knows the entire sentiment is weird, especially since he's still frustrated and, well, frustrated. He's frustrated, frustrated, and he could just rip off Sampo's pants and have him right then and there, but also...also.]
I like your eyes.
[It's weird, right? He's frustrated, Sampo just broke into his office, and by all rights he should just shove Sampo onto his desk, and by all rights Sampos sounds like he'd be into being shoved onto his desk, but Gepard likes Sampo's eyes. But, doing Sampo on his work - tempting, captivating, the sort of thing he likes, stern guard captain and naughty thief getting out of jail time, something like that, and so Sampo gets scooped in his arms and Gepard plunks him on his desk, knocking over a few files.
Who cares, really.]
How long do you- do we have? [Stern guard captain, debauched thief, he's going for the thief's pants, undoing it like he owns it and this is normal, don't worry about it.]
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[He doesn't have too much time to ruminate on that particular weirdness, though, because Gepard scoops him into his arms and starts carrying him over to the desk.]
[Now, Sampo is not a small man. Sampo is actually quite a large man, being roughly the same height as Gepard, if perhaps a little on the leaner side. The main point is that very few people, if anyone has ever picked up Sampo Koski like he weighs about as much as a sack of flour. He's the one doing the manhandling, not the manhandle-ee. So when Gepard just sweeps him up like he's the protagonist in a half-Shield romance novel, Sampo makes a weird little choked-off noise in his throat and hooks an arm almost reflexively around his neck, like he might get dropped.]
[He's deposited safely onto the desk. A few files are pushed out of the way, some papers scatter. Sampo's hand comes dangerously close to knocking over a holder full of pens. It apparently doesn't bother Gepard at all, because he goes right for Sampo's pants despite the disarray.]
[It's. It was actually pretty hot. Is Sampo into this? He thinks he might be into it, he's kind of into Gepard Landau being strong enough to just haul him around like he isn't six-odd feet of pretty solid man.]
[The good Captain asks him how much time they have. Sampo fishes through one of his pockets, finds his phone, and tosses it across the room. It lands somewhere.]
Looks like my schedule just cleared up. [Fuck it! He's getting laid right now and he doesn't care who he has to meet up with, they can wait. He's making the executive decision that whatever money he would've made today is worth the price of getting railed on Gepard's desk. Sampo starts tugging at the buttons on Gepard's uniform, because he's got way too much clothing on right now.] So I've got as long as you want!
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Hips. [As in please wiggle your hips for a second, I need to take these pants off and ignore the blush on his cheeks. Pants off. Underwear off as well. Hands smoothing over Sampo's thighs, fingernails dig in deep.] We really shouldn't be doing this.
[He's not stopping the entire stripping, groping, desk sex thing, and if Sampo tries to get off of his desk his hands are going to urge him to stay, but it's like telling someone a secret; more often than not, you had to say this is a secret and urge people to silence before you get to the secret part. It's like that.] It won't end well. [...probably. He's still doing it! He's still going for it!]
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[We shouldn't be doing this.]
[Probably not wrong. They're about to have sex in Qlipoth Fort in the middle of the day, when there are plenty of people walking around who might need to speak with Captain Landau at any point. A lot of them probably wouldn't question their superior's locked door, but not everyone here is Gepard's subordinate. If either of them were being prudent, they would restrict their sordid little trysts to places that aren't full of Silvermane guards and the Supreme Guardian.]
[That's not enough to stop either of them, though. Gepard's body still is keeping Sampo on the desk, his hands touching, grabbing, holding him as the Captain pleases. Even so, even with the human wall that is Gepard Landau in front of him, if he wanted, Sampo's fairly certain that he would move if he told him to; the good Captain listens when he says no. Sampo just rarely says no.]
[It won't end well makes it sound less like Gepard is talking about this particular scenario, and more like he's talking about their whole arrangement. Probably still not wrong-- they're each other's dirty little secret. If... when... that secret gets leaked, it's a little bit of mutually assured destruction.]
But Captain. [He hooks a leg around Gepard's hip, uses it to drag him in closer.] Do you really care?
[Right now, with Sampo half-naked on his desk and more than willing, does he really care about the potential disastrous future?]
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He manages a frown. A leg is hooked around his hip, dragging him closer, and Gepard's dragged willingly. Pliant.]
Of course I care.
[He also manages a vaguely frustrated tone.
This is a lie, but does it count as a lie if both parties know it's a lie? He's not even good at lying, not really, not when it comes to something like this. He let himself get dragged closer by a leg around his hip. He took off Sampo's pants. He's probably blushing. Again. His cheeks rosy. Again. One of the most stubborn people on the planet and he's going along with all of Sampo's suggestions. He might as well write I enjoy having sex with Sampo Koski on his forehead with neon pink and skip through the fort for all he's being subtle.]
I just thought someone should say it. [This would be more convincing if Gepard wasn't reaching into his drawer to pull out a barely used bottle of lube. Other things in his drawer: a Belobog fidget toy (a cube made out of stone in shades of blue), an extra pair of gloves, oil and a rag for his gauntlet, and various office supplies. It's the lube that's important.] And, as you obviously wasn't going to say the obvious, I had to.
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[It's a compliment, really, that Gepard is stern and solid as ice with everything except him. Maybe it's the kind of compliment that he should take a little more seriously, that out of everyone in Belobog, Sampo is the one that he can't refuse. Sampo is the one that he lets slink into his office like a tomcat, despite the danger. His first, out in that cold little shack in the middle of nowhere.]
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His last?No, that's a ridiculous thought. He's the good Captain's sexual frustration outlet, not a boyfriend.][The drawer is opened. There's a bottle of lube in there that definitely wasn't a few weeks ago, mostly full. If Sampo has his way, it won't be lasting nearly as long as it should. It's the odd-man-out amongst the other little trinkets in his drawer, the little objects that hint at the kind of man Gepard is-- the fidget toy for restless hands, the oil-and-rag for his diligent maintenance.]
No one's going to find us. [Not today, anyway. Probably.] I made sure that no one saw me, and your door's locked.
[He hooks his fingers into Gepard's collar and drags his face in, close enough to kiss.]
If you're really all that worried about it, maybe you should hurry up and fuck me.
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Now, there is the smart thing for Gepard to do: take off the rest of his clothes. There's what he does instead: his hand starts stroking Sampo's length, playing with his cock, just because he's a man, and he's kissing Sampo, and it's right there-
And then he breaks the kiss.]
Why are you always in such a hurry to get away from me, Koski? [First the arrests, now demanding a quick fuck, what is this.]
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[His hand is bolder and more skilled than his mouth is. He makes a soft noise into the kiss, louder when Gepard pulls away from it and his lips aren't there to muffle him. Gepard's hand is firm, the palm a little rough from callouses, and his strokes are a little dry without any of that lube coming into play, but. Well. Sampo's fine with a little rough treatment sometimes, all of their sex doesn't have to be sweet. His cock starts to fill under the good Captain's attention, and Sampo braces his heads against the edge of the desk to keep himself steady.]
A-ha, is that what you think? [A little laugh, slightly breathy as his breathing gets faster with arousal. Gepard's hand feels good, it's a little distracting.] If only I could stay away from you. I like your attention too much for that.
[If he could've kept away from Gepard Landau, so much less of his time would've been spent dodging arrests or having to flee out into the snowfields to lose him. It's a delicate balancing act-- wanting Gepard's attention, needing his freedom. But a man gets to chose how he wants to spend his time and energy, and if Sampo wanted to spend his getting a rise out of Gepard and then having to run to keep his freedom, well. That's a man's prerogative.]
If you didn't keep trying to arrest me, I wouldn't have to leave in such a hurry. [Obviously.] And if somebody would take an afternoon off sometime, maybe I wouldn't have to sneak into his office for a quickie.
[Who might that be?]
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...it's fine.]
It's not that easy for me to take an afternoon off. [Okay, shirt off. It's sort of halfheartedly folded and draped over the chair.] Even if I did manage to get the time off, the odds are pretty good someone would show up to see what's wrong with me.
[Gepard helpfully slicks one hand up. A few fingers. Nothing to see here.]
But it's not the worst idea I've heard coming from you.
[Anyway, he said too much, so, Gepard does two things at this point: he starts to swallow Sampo's cock with his mouth, steadying it with one hand, and he shoves a finger up Sampo's ass. It's intimidating, and coordination's a pain in the ass, but it's not like he can keep on talking while his tongue is playing with Sampo's head, taking in a...decent amount, maybe not swallowing it to the base, but a decent amount of Sampo's length, so. Look! A distraction.]
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Just don't answer the door, Captain! [What are they going to do, break down his apartment door to make sure that he's in there?]
[But him acknowledging that it's not a bad idea... That opens the door for it becoming a good idea. For it becoming an idea that one day actually becomes real--]
[Which is a thought for another time, because Gepard goes down on his cock and presses a finger into his ass at the same time, and Sampo's legs very nearly give out on him. He groans, and shoves his knuckles into his mouth to try to keep himself from getting too loud. Even though the walls and doors in the fort are pretty thick, it's not soundproof, and someone might want to check on the Captain if they hear moans from behind his door.]
[Gepard is an inexperienced cocksucker, but the skill isn't as important as the enthusiasm-- he's focused, intent, going at Sampo's dick with the same attention and diligence that he'd take down a Fragmentum monster. That, combined with the pressure of his fingers inside of him, is a heady mix, riles him up easily. Sampo rakes his fingers through Gepard's hair, pushing his bangs back from his face a little, giving himself a better view of his face, what his mouth is doing. He's tempted to grip those pretty blond locks in a tighter hold, but Gepard might not be like him-- he likes have his hair pulled, have his head tugged around.]
Ah, Gepard. [His voice is definitely breathless now; it feels good, even with only part of his cock in Gepard's mouth and a single finger inside of him. It does help that Gepard is surprisingly good at remembering where his prostate is and that his hands are strong and deft.] Do you know how pretty you look like that?
[Down on his knees, between Sampo's legs, his mouth full of cock. Gorgeous, pretty as a picture. If Sampo hadn't tossed his phone to parts unknown, he might've been tempted to take a quick shot, even though Gepard would have certainly nearly killed him for it. Worth it, for the preservation of such a lovely sight. And is Gepard not a follower of the Preservation?]
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There's fingers against his hair, brushing it aside. He tries to ignore it. It's surprisingly difficult. He thinks he remembers where to hit, and as Sampo groans, he groans with him. It's intoxicating. He's making his best and most persuasive argument for Sampo to, perhaps, consider coming back to his office (it's a stupid thing, he shouldn't, he wants it) as well as enjoying listening to all of the noises he can get out of Sampo - it's like the conman's one of his sister's guitars and he's trying to figure out how it works. It's like that.
But then Sampo says the most utterly fucking baffling thing (does he know how pretty he looks...?) and Gepard makes this muffled-yet-oddly loud confused noise. Part of him wants to pull off just so he can ask, because sure, flattery's nice, but he has Sampo's cock in his mouth and a finger up his ass- two fingers, actually, another one gets pushed in just for the occasion. But Gepard glances up. He's flushed. His eyebrows are raised, trying to ask without asking: what? And then his eyes narrow, a little, trying to say without saying: I've got your cock in my mouth - you don't have to flatter me, it's not as if I'm going to bite it off.
But having a cock in his mouth is a nice excuse to keep from having to talk, so the captain keeps going, because what else is he going to do.]
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[But those pretty blue eyes narrow at him like they do when Gepard catches him in a lie, and it would be easier to question why Gepard looks like that if he wasn't also shoving another finger into Sampo at the same time. It's very difficult to interpret facial expressions while those two fingers are making his hips jerk and his body tense and shudder around them.]
Don't-- ah-- be modest. [The good Captain, being modest about his virtues that don't involve being a paragon of the Preservation-- that's a reasonable explanation for his expression that Sampo doesn't have to think too hard about.] You're handsome whether or not you're sucking my cock.
[He's not saying it just because you've got your mouth on him, Gepard! Sure, it helps, gives him a certain je ne sais quoi, but he'd still be a good-looking man even if he'd never gotten on his knees at all. Still be handsome even if he'd never touched Sampo at all, never kissed him, never fucked him. He'd just be unattainable and handsome, then.]
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But it's harder still to multitask and maintain hand-mouth-cock-ass coordination when Sampo's calling him handsome and tells him to not be modest, and Gepard doesn't know if he's turned on or turned off by it - he knows it's doing something to him, direction to be decided - and Sampo's hips are moving and Gepard has to keep his fingers going, seeking that spot which makes Gepard writhe-
Fuck it. Gepard pulls off of Sampo's cock. He needs to say words. He can't say words with a dick in his mouth. His fingers, however, continue doing what they're doing. He is going to say words.]
You- [...his voice has a bit of a rasp to it. Ahem. Trying that again.] You know this isn't easy, right? Now probably isn't the time. [He might choke on that thing, and not in a good, sexy way.]
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[It's just that Gepard keeps saying the silliest things.]
Sorry, Captain, if you don't want me to talk, you have to keep my mouth busy with something else!
[He's a talker, and that doesn't stop just because you've got him in the sack, Gepard. It often didn't stop even when you punched him in the mouth and slapped him in cuffs, what makes you think that he'll stop because of a blowjob?]
Or do you just not want me to call you handsome? [C'mon, Gepard. Spill it to Sampo, he doesn't know what's going on in that pretty blond head of yours. His head cocks a little to one side, a curious little gesture as he looks down at the good Captain.] You get weird every time I do.
[Which is a pretty good observation for him to make in the middle of getting fingerfucked, you should be proud of him, Gepard.]
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His other hand goes back to Sampo's length, stroking it idly. Conversational stroking. His fingers still work in Sampo's ass. This is the strangest conversation he's ever had with anyone.]
I don't get weird. [What nonsense is this, there's a difference between confused and getting weird.] It just...throws me off, I suppose.
[...it's really hard to focus in this situation, and the captain shakes his head as if to clear a thought from it. Like shooing away flies, except instead of flies it's contemplating Sampo's flattery while having one hand on Sampo's cock and his fingers up Sampo's ass and this really is the weirdest conversation he'll ever have. Ever.] Maybe I should just get back to what I was doing.
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[The same guy who goes out and punches Fragmentum monsters in the face without flinching, who has to listen to every absurd complaint that comes in from the Dark-Blue Scam Victims' Association, gets thrown off by a simple compliment from the guy he's sleeping with. Something about that doesn't add up in Sampo's brain, this boy math isn't making sense.]
Look, I get that what we're doing is pretty casual, but wouldn't it be weird for, uh. [Yeah, still having this conversation while getting fingered and now with Gepard fondling his cock again. If Gepard thought it was hard on his end of things...] For me to not think you're hot?
[The more casual it is, the more it's based on physical attraction. So Sampo calling Gepard attractive should be, like, the least surprising thing that's coming out of his mouth, it's not like he's waxing poetic about the good Captain's other virtues. If he came up here with a poem in hand about Gepard's diligent heart or some shit, that would be weird. He's not he weird one here, right?]
[He rakes a hand through his hair; it pushes his bangs back for a second, before they flop right back where they were over his face.]
You're hot. What you're doing is hot. All of it-- [vague hand gesture] --hot. I'm not going to shut up about it!
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[He can't have this conversation with one hand on Sampo's cock and his other hand fingers deep into Sampo's ass. He can barely have this conversation at all. Sampo reiterating that he's hot has Gepard blushing, releasing the conman's cock, burying his face into the conman's thigh for a moment, then, kissing it, then, using it as a pillow as he glances up. A little shyly, a little exasperated. Fond, against all better judgment. Also a little bit turned on?
His other hand remains fingers deep into Sampo's ass, motionless because he's not sure what the etiquette is in this situation. Keep on working his fingers? Pull them out entirely? Something else? No one had ever warned Gepard that he might end up having a conversation with his complication when in the middle of a forbidden quickie, in his office, when someone could try to talk to him at any moment. Maybe.]
I don't think I'm hideous, it's just- [He doesn't think he's hot. But also.] It's like if I said I liked your smile instead of praising your...cunning? Even if it's true, it's still disarming, probably, and you'd expect one more than the other.
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[Why is he such a good man? A man shouldn't be allowed to be both handsome and good, and steadfast, and earnest, and a hundred other stupid little things that make Sampo like Gepard despite the fact that he shouldn't. It's unfair, it's a cruel trick of the universe, it sometimes makes him feel a little bit insane trying to figure it out.]
You already said you like my eyes.
[Man, sometimes he says things that he really shouldn't. Sampo shakes his head like he's clearing it, then reaches down and tugs Gepard up from the floor. He tugs him up until he's within kissing range, brackets his face in his hands and, indeed, kisses him.]
You're ridiculous. [He kisses him again, and reaches down to tug at Gepard's wrist, the one on the hand that still has fingers in him.] I need you to fuck me right now. I'm good, don't worry about it, if you aren't inside me in the next minute I'm going to shove you down and ride you.
[Which like. Also kind of a hot idea, just pushing Gepard down and climbing on top of him like he owned him, but... desk sex.]
But you promised me desk sex, so I'd really rather do that.
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He's called ridiculous. Gepard makes a noise. It's vaguely agreeing? Because he is ridiculous, and he doesn't know how Sampo means it, but still has to agree with it. He's very ridiculous! But he's kissed again and that shuts him up. Again. Sampo tugs at his hand and Gepard pulls out his fingers, so he can use both hands to grab Sampo by the thighs, then, hips, and then lift him and force him onto the desk and all of this probably isn't really forcing the conman to do much of anything at all. But it's the thought/action/symbolism/kink that counts.]
When I first was assigned this office, I was told this desk was an antique with a long history.
[Oh, that report right next to Sampo's ass is actually vaguely important and will go to Pela later...Gepard grabs it and tosses it on the ground, because he'd feel bad about his sister's friend getting something that had been...well. Captain due diligence done.]
I never liked it. I always found it stuffy. Heavy. But I think I'll like it more now... [Oh.] Oh. Condom? [Because he had left a mess the last time and he doesn't know how Sampo might feel about a second mess.]
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