[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.]
[If Gepard doesn't get bored of him, or decide that he's more trouble than he's worth, maybe Sampo will take him off-planet one of these days. Show him what the galaxy really has to offer, the planets with climates that are milder than Jarilo-VI, ones that still have seasons. He knows a planet that has springtime blooms so spectacular that the valleys are awash in color, so full of flowers that there's hardly room for anything else to grow. He could take him to resort planets that have beaches with soft white sand and waters so clear and blue that it's like looking through glass. Cities that never sleep, where the clubs are open all night and no one goes home until dawn. Jarilo-VI has its charms, but there's a lot of charm in other places, too.]
[But right now, Sampo is lifted and put onto the desk, swept up by the good Captain's strong arms. It's a very good desk, very dense and sturdy and made out of some kind of expensive antique hardwood, and it doesn't even creak or shift when his weight is deposited onto it. Some papers are pushed onto the floor; Sampo doesn't pay much attention to them.]
See, you just needed to make it your own. [By fucking his secret conman lover on it. As one does.]
[Gepard is considerate enough to remember a condom, which is, again, sweet of him. Granted, Gepard ought to be insisting on one anyway, because he doesn't know where Sampo's been, but it's the thought that counts.]
Yeah, you should. I like your mess, but maybe not when I have to climb down from the window. [They're a few stories up, and it's a little uncomfortable to make that climb when he's got cum leaking out of him. If he didn't have to make a quick exit from the guard headquarters, he'd be more amenable.]
You didn't have to say it like that. [Still, that gives him an excuse to look at something which isn't Sampo. Gepard goes to his pants, rummages around in a pocket, and pulls out a condom, and if Sampo is wondering, "Since when did the good captain carry around condoms?" Well. Maybe Sampo shouldn't be wondering things like that. Maybe Sampo should be concentrating on the desk sex.
Condom ripped open, the condom wrapper joins the rest of the mess on the floor, Gepard quickly puts on the condom, because, well. There was a reason why his dick had been out to begin with. And now his however long dry streak was about to be broken because Sampo broke into his office, and now they're having illicit desk sex. Why not be quick?
But then Gepard's back at his desk, and being confronted by the sight of Sampo is- well. The captain takes a moment to put some lube on his cock because that's just the sort of thing you do. And also because now he's at the moment of breaking his dry streak by having desk sex, Gepard might need to take a moment to gather himself.]
I'm a little surprised you haven't found an easier way to break into my office.
[...wait. Now he's thinking about it, and this isn't stalling for time, except it is.]
Just how many times have you broken into my office to begin with...?
[But he watches as Gepard puts the condom onto his hard cock, which is half a shame-- he said yes to it, he can't complain, but it really is a lovely cock and feels lovely rawing him. If they weren't in the middle of Qlipoth Fort, he'd have let Gepard come inside of him to his heart's content. Sometimes one must make sacrifices, he supposes, and this is one sacrifice that must be made for the sake of not having wet, sticky pants while he's trying to get down from a window.]
[If he didn't know any better, though, he might think that Gepard's trying to stall the main event. Which would be strange, because why would he want to put off railing his good pal Sampo over his desk? Especially when he's been hanging around with that raging hard-on for who knows how long? It's like edging himself, and that's fine if that's what he likes, but you got to tell a guy first.]
There are really only two ways into your office, Captain-- the door or the window. It's easier to get through the window than to walk through a whole fort full of guards. [Not that he couldn't; it would just require a lot of preparation and a very good disguise. Or he climbs through the window. Path of least resistance.]
Why are you worrying about that now? [A hint of the whiny, wheedling tone again. Seriously, he's not getting any younger over here. What does a guy have to do to get railed? Bend over and present? He'd do it if his ass wasn't already on the desk.] Don't you want me, Captain?
[It's startled out of him, and the words slip out of Gepard's mouth a little too quickly, with a little too much feeling; it's all instinct. He's blindsided by a question he's not used to answering, so the only thing that comes to Gepard's mind is-]
-of course I...
[-the truth, earnest and sincere, at least before Gepard realizes what he's saying. Or, rather, what he's about to say. He bites back the rest of those words. It's embarrassing to admit. Besides, Sampo has a point: he's been keeping him waiting. So, back to the desk Gepard goes. He spreads Sampo's thighs like they've done this a hundred thousand times and all of this is perfectly normal, which. Which it's starting to become. It's feeling right, in a way he probably should be concerned by. It feels like the sort of thing that should be routine. It feels like they should be doing this more often.
This is a problem, but one Gepard will leave for the future. He can fix this in the future. For now?]
As much as I'm enjoying having you here, [surprisingly, alarmingly, there's a part of him that wants to leave together once they're finished and that's a bad idea], there's probably easier places to do this sort of thing at. [All of this is probably undermined by Gepard lining himself up with Sampo (because if he repeats what he did the first time he would scream, he's been having fantasies, far too many fantasies, he's been thinking about Sampo) and pushing in slowly, trembling slightly because he wants and he's trying to not take what he wants too quickly. Because who knows when he'll see Sampo again?]
[Gepard's hands are warm against his thighs when he parts them, and they open easily, readily for him, like he was meant to be there.]
[They should do this more often. If he asked Sampo, he'd gladly sneak into Gepard's office again and let the good Captain rail him over whatever piece of furniture he pleased. There are other big, antique pieces around this office, surely they could use a little christening.]
[And, really, let's be honest. In the centuries of history in this building, the many decades that this desk has sat here, who wants to bet that Gepard is the first man to bring his lover in and have him on it?]
[He's not wrong, though, in saying that there are easier places for their trysts. Part of the appeal of his office is the danger, the risk of being caught. But it's not like Sampo will turn him down in other places, he'd just as happily sleep with him in his office or a hotel room. (He's not quite optimistic enough to think that the good Captain would ever invite him back to his home. Both because, well, he's a thief, and because you don't bring your dirty secrets back to dirty your own bed.)]
Y-yeah, oh--
[There's the blunt pressure of Gepard pressing against him, then the slow inward push, his hard cock spreading Sampo open on its girth. It breaches him easier than it did the first time, when Sampo had been too impatient for more than some quick preparation, but feels just as good. Still makes him groan at the stretch and the burn, at the achingly slow pace of his hips. There's a certain hedonistic delight to really dragging out every sensation, savoring every jittering spark of pleasure that runs up your spine; Sampo isn't sure if that's the category that Gepard's falling into right now, or if he's trying a new method of solving his conman problem by killing him softly. But what a way to go.]
[He slings his arms around Gepard's neck and drags him in, down to kiss him again. It's the best way to keep quiet, to keep from moaning loud enough that someone would almost certainly stop to check in on them. And that would cut their tryst short no matter how deep in Sampo's ass Gepard is.]
[Sampo shifts his hips to help with the angle; he's rewarded with Gepard's cock slipping in further, knocking a gasped, harsh noise from his throat. His fingers dig into the heavy muscle of Gepard's back, holding on like that's his sole grip on this earth.] Oh. Oh, that's--
[Good. Great. Addicting, even, a guy could get hooked on the hot, heavy weight of this pretty cock in his guts. And by 'a guy' he means him, it's him, and it's not fair that Gepard Landau has a cock that feels this good. One that makes him want to bend over and get his guts rearranged. He's going to keep wanting this, and it's such a bad idea but he's also never been good at resisting temptation, so he really can't be the one here that's supposed to make good choices.]
Good.
[His voice is breathy, soft. He can't wait for Gepard to fuck him so good that he can't talk at all.]
[And here's the thing. Here is the thing. Sampo's nice, which isn't a thing Gepard ever thought he'd think about Sampo Koski, but somehow he landed on thinking he's nice. Not so much kind as he is pleasant. He's warm. He's addicting, in a way a man shouldn't be to him. Sampo's like...
Sampo's like the sun, to him. Illuminating but also deceptive. A stray beam of light might look warm, but it might just be false hope - you stepped outside to catch the sun and remembered how cold the planet really is. Misleading in general. Capable of false hope. BUt if you caught the sun in just the right way, there was nothing better; Sampo was like that.
...he should leave the poetry up to other people. He wasn't made for this sort of thing. He understands touch. He understands physical things. He understands being dragged in. Gepard's dragged in and he kisses Sampo, a little desperately, because if he makes a noise...
If he makes a noise and they're caught he doesn't know what he'll do. It's tempting to abuse his power. He shouldn't. Sampo's not good for him. Sampo makes him...want, and he shouldn't...want, but he does. He wants this. He wants Sampo. This is a problem.
But one for later. Right now he's getting what he wants, and he shoves in with a groan. Sampo calls it good.]
Good. [It's an echo, a bit of a rasp, need curling inside of him. He breathes, in, out, forcing himself to calm just enough, because he wants to be loud (Gepard can feel it, there's always been something about Sampo that cracked his veneer of professionalism to reveal the far messier insides) and he can't. Not here. Not now.
Now, Gepard runs a hand up Sampo's thigh, reverently. Reverent? Now? But sometimes it's just how you feel.]
You always feel incredible. [The lust will wear away soon enough, probably, but for now? For now? For now he catches Sampo's lips in a kiss, again, shifts his grip, and starts fucking him.]
[There's something about Gepard's earnest dirty talk-- dirty earnest compliments?-- that's both hot and endearing. Which is a strange combination, usually the things that make Sampo horny and the things that make him sentimental don't overlap, but here's Gepard Landau, turning all of that on its head. Being both lovely and sweet and also so brain-stupefyingly hot that Sampo's willing to do stupid shit like climb through a window for afternoon office sex. Absolutely stupid horny behavior, he should know better and he chooses not to.]
[Because it's earned him the firm, steady thrust of Gepard's beautiful cock into him, pressing against all his very favorite places and lighting up his nerves like fireworks. For a man who hasn't been de-virgined for very long, Gepard caught on quickly to the fine art of sex; his pace is good, confident. Needy but not fumbling. His hands are gentle because-- for unfathomable reasons-- he wants to be gentle, not out of uncertainty or shyness. There's nothing shy about how he kisses, either.]
[A particularly sharp, heavy thrust jostles him, and Sampo braces a hand against the desk to steady himself; something clatters to the floor. He doesn't bother to see what it is.]
Gepard-- [Soft, spoken between the two of them. If they weren't in Gepard's office, he'd gladly scream for his the good Captain, let the whole damn city know who's railing him senseless. He brings his hand up from Gepard's back to his hair, getting the blond strands in a firm grip and using that to pull his head back in for a filthy kiss. Wet, filthy, good for keeping his mouth too busy to shout for a little while, until he needs to breathe again. And to say to him on heavy, panted breaths,] Your cock feels so good in me. Fuck me harder with it.
[Is it a bad idea, tempting fate? Maybe. The harder Gepard fucks him, the harder it'll be for him to stay quiet. The harder it'll be for him to climb down from that window afterward, when that big cock of his has left him sore, walking with a whore's gait. But Sampo Koski's here for a good time, not for smart ideas, and he can't think of a better thing for Gepard to do with that massive thing between his thighs than fuck him until every step reminds him of what he's done.]
[Gepard's aggressively improvising as he goes. The only clues he has comes from Sampo's reactions to whatever it is he does, but fortunately, in his line of work he got good at reading body language.
Granted, that's usually the body language of a Fragmentum monster, and in the context of dodging blows before they cave in his head...but point being, in certain respects, this is much the same. Sampo seems to like confidence. He can fake that. A sharp, heavy thrust jostles the conman, and Gepard's eyes widen at the soft, soft utterance of his name. Like it's a secret between them.
Sampo...liked that? Maybe he likes it hard-
And then Sampo says, paraphrased, "Harder, please." And the captain feels a bit dumb that he was all prepared to analyze the noises and sounds that Sampo makes, figure out how he may or may not like things, and then Sampo just goes and says to make it harder. He just says it. He just makes it obvious. He just puts it out there. All of that speculation, for nothing. He was overthinking things, for nothing.
It's fine.]
Wouldn't that make it harder to keep quiet?
[Gepard breathes it against Sampo's lips, but, unfortunately, he enjoys serving the public, and Sampo is, unfortunately, part of the public. He shifts his grip on Sampo - it's harder, far less gentle - and Sampo's center of gravity is shifted ever so slightly.]
I have something you can bite down on if you have problems with being loud.
[This is said very helpfully. One of the first skills Gepard had learned, upon taking his captain position, was how to be rude...yet strangely polite. It's an important skill, used for moments like now.
And then he starts thrusting into Sampo, harder, as asked, forcing him into a kiss as he does so.]
[Look, Gepard, if Sampo was known for his good decision making skills, he wouldn't have been continually getting himself into cat-and-mouse chases with you. He's here for a good time, and right now, a good time involves getting railed harder than the Astral Express in Gepard's office within earshot of at least a dozen Silvermane guardsmen.]
[Gepard's solution for keeping Sampo quiet? Forcing him into a kiss, and with the way that Gepard holds him, he wouldn't have had the leverage to really resist even if he'd wanted to. He's kept quiet by the tongue in his mouth, and that's arguably one of the better ways to silence him. And one of the ways that he'd prefer, too-- just kiss him when you want him to stop talking, Gepard, it'll work every time.]
[He also takes that opportunity to start fucking Sampo like he means it, and every punishing thrust of his hips not only jostles his body but also makes his nerves flare with heat; searing pleasure that's only amplified by the ache left in its wake. The kiss muffles most of his little noises, the shuddering little moans and groans swallowed up between them. The most telling sound is the slap of skin on skin, the sound of Gepard's hips meeting Sampo's ass.]
[The desk is sturdy enough that it only occasionally creaks despite the weight of two grown men on it, holding up admirably to the onslaught. Sampo, however, doesn't have the durability of mahogany-- he's going to have bruises after this, both from where the edge of the desk presses into him and from Gepard's hands, his biting teeth, the impact of his hips. The good Captain has the kind of strength that could actually hurt him if he weren't so well-disciplined. And there's something about knowing that a man has the power to do harm and, at the same time, also knowing that he won't. When he's in Gepard's arms like this, for pleasure, he can trust that the same hands that can crush the limbs of a Fragmentum monster will never leave more than superficial marks on him.]
[It kind of makes him feel something weird in his chest, something different from arousal. Not that it isn't hot, because it very much is, but... it's that and also. Sampo just isn't really sure and also what, just that it's an and also.]
[It's fine. It doesn't matter. What matters right now is that he's getting railed within an inch of his life and every thrust is making the heat in his guts coil tighter, and Sampo grabs at Gepard's strong shoulders and tightens his legs around his hips the closer he gets. Close, close, he won't last too much longer under the good Captain's unyielding assault, taking him apart like he's another battle to be won. Conquered territory.]
[He makes a broken, punched out noise just before he comes, and the orgasm hits him like a fist to the gut-- sudden, leaving him breathless and shaking.]
[Sampo makes bad decisions in pursuit of a good time; Gepard makes poor decisions in pursuit of a responsible time. It's like they're dark mirrors of each other, except this time Gepard's not skipping breakfast or going short of sleep, he's fucking Sampo. He's fucking Sampo! Is this a better choice or not? On one hand, his cock's very happy. However long of pent up frustration, released. On the other hand, he's having sex with a criminal in his office, against his desk, and if anyone caught them the resulting scandal would ruin them both.
He's not really thinking about that at the moment, but later...later, he might. Later. That's for later, if he does. For now, what matters is railing Sampo, and he thrusts into him like Sampo's the only thing that matters (he is), and he fucks him, and he fucks him, and then Sampo makes a broken, punched out noise and Gepard trembles against him. His eyes snap wide as he stares at him, already regretting the fact that he had to keep Sampo quiet. Because he couldn't see. Gepard can feel his heart hammering. (Whose heart? Does it matter?) He wraps one hand around Sampo's back, rubs it up his spine, cups the back of Sampo's neck and lets him remember how to breathe.
He needs a little bit more, just a little bit more, and it's tempting to just pin Sampo to the desk and finish inside of him regardless of what he wants, how he wants it. But, with the hard earned restraint of years upon years, Gepard forces himself to match Sampo's breathing, to rub patterns into Sampo's skin. Breathe out and back in again. Slow.]
I can- [He doesn't want to pull out.] If you want. [It's hard being selfish. Feeling Sampo come - the way his ass tightened, the breath he made - made him want nothing more than to fuck him and hear Sampo being loud, and damn whomever ran in to check up on the both of them. He wants a lot of things. He wants to take, for once to take, and he also wants to be considerate. He wants to preserve everything that he worked for, and to tear it all down in one stupid action. He doesn't know what he wants? He also doesn't know if it matters.]
[Sometimes, Gepard touches him so gently and so tenderly that Sampo doesn't know what to do with himself, stuck in this weird limbo of both wanting to wrap himself in Gepard's arms and never leave and also crawl out of his own skin. That moment rears its head again when Gepard's hand gently runs along his spine and cups the back of his neck until he figures out how breathing works again, kindly staying still inside of him so that he isn't overstimulated.]
[Their breathing falls in sync, and Gepard's warm palm rubs over his back in broad strokes. The coin flip lands on never leave, which could arguably be the worse of the two options when he will, in fact, very shortly have to leave. If they had done this somewhere a little more private, they could have taken their time afterward-- he would've had the option to lay on Gepard's chest until he felt normal again. In lieu of that, he presses in as close as their positions will allow.]
[The good Captain's stilted question breaks the silence. If you want. That hard cock is still inside of him, and Gepard hadn't gotten to finish because he was too busy being stupidly good to him. The fact that he's waiting and being considerate and asking him first is probably actually the bare minimum of being a decent person, but Sampo is endeared regardless. (It probably says something about the kind of people that he's slept with before, that just decency already makes Gepard better than them.)]
I think I'd be mad if you didn't. [Since Gepard put on a condom, Sampo doesn't get the real prize at the end of it-- he wasn't lying when he said that he likes the good Captain's mess-- but he'd still like to see him come. See all the expressions on that handsome face, how those pretty eyes go unfocused with pleasure.]
Go ahead. [He gives a little helpful nudge of his hips. Give it to him, big boy.] I'm all yours.
[He inhales, exhales a small, shivering breath. Gepard nods, cups Sampo's cheek. His thumb traces Sampo's skin, and he tips his forehead against Sampo's own for a moment. Just for a moment. Eyes closed, just breathing him in...very shortly, Sampo would have to leave. In fact, he should be out the do- out the window already, probably. He'd gotten what he came here for.
But he's not and they're here, and Gepard's eyes open again, and he wants to say something else, but they don't have time for something else. They don't have enough time as is. So: Gepard shifts his grip back down to Sampo's hips, his thighs, his hand running up to Sampo's waist, down again, and-]
Tell me if it's too much.
[He doubts it will, but, well, he had to say it, and he starts thrusting again, and again, and again until he comes with a sudden gasp and a tremble, him desperately kissing Sampo a moment too late to completely muffle everything, but hopefully quickly enough to muffle just enough. It's not like Gepard's loud, anyway, especially not here where the weight of...everything weighs him down. He's restrained. But, in matters that have to do with Sampo, apparently not restrained enough.
Sampo should leave soon. He knows this. But, Gepard breaks the kiss just enough to ask, almost beg, a whisper against Sampo's lips, hot breath and need.]
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Date: 2024-03-08 05:02 am (UTC)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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Date: 2024-03-08 06:13 am (UTC)[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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Date: 2024-03-09 03:31 am (UTC)...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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Date: 2024-03-09 07:29 am (UTC)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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Date: 2024-03-10 02:58 am (UTC)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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Date: 2024-03-10 05:55 am (UTC)[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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Date: 2024-03-10 11:31 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2024-03-11 12:33 am (UTC)[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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Date: 2024-03-11 02:46 am (UTC)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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Date: 2024-03-11 03:54 am (UTC)[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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Date: 2024-03-12 03:10 am (UTC)[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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Date: 2024-03-13 06:40 am (UTC)[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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Date: 2024-03-16 03:51 am (UTC)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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Date: 2024-03-16 07:46 pm (UTC)[But right now, Sampo is lifted and put onto the desk, swept up by the good Captain's strong arms. It's a very good desk, very dense and sturdy and made out of some kind of expensive antique hardwood, and it doesn't even creak or shift when his weight is deposited onto it. Some papers are pushed onto the floor; Sampo doesn't pay much attention to them.]
See, you just needed to make it your own. [By fucking his secret conman lover on it. As one does.]
[Gepard is considerate enough to remember a condom, which is, again, sweet of him. Granted, Gepard ought to be insisting on one anyway, because he doesn't know where Sampo's been, but it's the thought that counts.]
Yeah, you should. I like your mess, but maybe not when I have to climb down from the window. [They're a few stories up, and it's a little uncomfortable to make that climb when he's got cum leaking out of him. If he didn't have to make a quick exit from the guard headquarters, he'd be more amenable.]
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Date: 2024-03-18 04:03 am (UTC)You didn't have to say it like that. [Still, that gives him an excuse to look at something which isn't Sampo. Gepard goes to his pants, rummages around in a pocket, and pulls out a condom, and if Sampo is wondering, "Since when did the good captain carry around condoms?" Well. Maybe Sampo shouldn't be wondering things like that. Maybe Sampo should be concentrating on the desk sex.
Condom ripped open, the condom wrapper joins the rest of the mess on the floor, Gepard quickly puts on the condom, because, well. There was a reason why his dick had been out to begin with. And now his however long dry streak was about to be broken because Sampo broke into his office, and now they're having illicit desk sex. Why not be quick?
But then Gepard's back at his desk, and being confronted by the sight of Sampo is- well. The captain takes a moment to put some lube on his cock because that's just the sort of thing you do. And also because now he's at the moment of breaking his dry streak by having desk sex, Gepard might need to take a moment to gather himself.]
I'm a little surprised you haven't found an easier way to break into my office.
[...wait. Now he's thinking about it, and this isn't stalling for time, except it is.]
Just how many times have you broken into my office to begin with...?
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Date: 2024-03-19 02:59 am (UTC)[But he watches as Gepard puts the condom onto his hard cock, which is half a shame-- he said yes to it, he can't complain, but it really is a lovely cock and feels lovely rawing him. If they weren't in the middle of Qlipoth Fort, he'd have let Gepard come inside of him to his heart's content. Sometimes one must make sacrifices, he supposes, and this is one sacrifice that must be made for the sake of not having wet, sticky pants while he's trying to get down from a window.]
[If he didn't know any better, though, he might think that Gepard's trying to stall the main event. Which would be strange, because why would he want to put off railing his good pal Sampo over his desk? Especially when he's been hanging around with that raging hard-on for who knows how long? It's like edging himself, and that's fine if that's what he likes, but you got to tell a guy first.]
There are really only two ways into your office, Captain-- the door or the window. It's easier to get through the window than to walk through a whole fort full of guards. [Not that he couldn't; it would just require a lot of preparation and a very good disguise. Or he climbs through the window. Path of least resistance.]
Why are you worrying about that now? [A hint of the whiny, wheedling tone again. Seriously, he's not getting any younger over here. What does a guy have to do to get railed? Bend over and present? He'd do it if his ass wasn't already on the desk.] Don't you want me, Captain?
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Date: 2024-03-21 03:46 am (UTC)-of course I...
[-the truth, earnest and sincere, at least before Gepard realizes what he's saying. Or, rather, what he's about to say. He bites back the rest of those words. It's embarrassing to admit. Besides, Sampo has a point: he's been keeping him waiting. So, back to the desk Gepard goes. He spreads Sampo's thighs like they've done this a hundred thousand times and all of this is perfectly normal, which. Which it's starting to become. It's feeling right, in a way he probably should be concerned by. It feels like the sort of thing that should be routine. It feels like they should be doing this more often.
This is a problem, but one Gepard will leave for the future. He can fix this in the future. For now?]
As much as I'm enjoying having you here, [surprisingly, alarmingly, there's a part of him that wants to leave together once they're finished and that's a bad idea], there's probably easier places to do this sort of thing at. [All of this is probably undermined by Gepard lining himself up with Sampo (because if he repeats what he did the first time he would scream, he's been having fantasies, far too many fantasies, he's been thinking about Sampo) and pushing in slowly, trembling slightly because he wants and he's trying to not take what he wants too quickly. Because who knows when he'll see Sampo again?]
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Date: 2024-03-21 04:56 am (UTC)[They should do this more often. If he asked Sampo, he'd gladly sneak into Gepard's office again and let the good Captain rail him over whatever piece of furniture he pleased. There are other big, antique pieces around this office, surely they could use a little christening.]
[And, really, let's be honest. In the centuries of history in this building, the many decades that this desk has sat here, who wants to bet that Gepard is the first man to bring his lover in and have him on it?]
[He's not wrong, though, in saying that there are easier places for their trysts. Part of the appeal of his office is the danger, the risk of being caught. But it's not like Sampo will turn him down in other places, he'd just as happily sleep with him in his office or a hotel room. (He's not quite optimistic enough to think that the good Captain would ever invite him back to his home. Both because, well, he's a thief, and because you don't bring your dirty secrets back to dirty your own bed.)]
Y-yeah, oh--
[There's the blunt pressure of Gepard pressing against him, then the slow inward push, his hard cock spreading Sampo open on its girth. It breaches him easier than it did the first time, when Sampo had been too impatient for more than some quick preparation, but feels just as good. Still makes him groan at the stretch and the burn, at the achingly slow pace of his hips. There's a certain hedonistic delight to really dragging out every sensation, savoring every jittering spark of pleasure that runs up your spine; Sampo isn't sure if that's the category that Gepard's falling into right now, or if he's trying a new method of solving his conman problem by killing him softly. But what a way to go.]
[He slings his arms around Gepard's neck and drags him in, down to kiss him again. It's the best way to keep quiet, to keep from moaning loud enough that someone would almost certainly stop to check in on them. And that would cut their tryst short no matter how deep in Sampo's ass Gepard is.]
[Sampo shifts his hips to help with the angle; he's rewarded with Gepard's cock slipping in further, knocking a gasped, harsh noise from his throat. His fingers dig into the heavy muscle of Gepard's back, holding on like that's his sole grip on this earth.] Oh. Oh, that's--
[Good. Great. Addicting, even, a guy could get hooked on the hot, heavy weight of this pretty cock in his guts. And by 'a guy' he means him, it's him, and it's not fair that Gepard Landau has a cock that feels this good. One that makes him want to bend over and get his guts rearranged. He's going to keep wanting this, and it's such a bad idea but he's also never been good at resisting temptation, so he really can't be the one here that's supposed to make good choices.]
Good.
[His voice is breathy, soft. He can't wait for Gepard to fuck him so good that he can't talk at all.]
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Date: 2024-03-23 08:50 pm (UTC)Sampo's like the sun, to him. Illuminating but also deceptive. A stray beam of light might look warm, but it might just be false hope - you stepped outside to catch the sun and remembered how cold the planet really is. Misleading in general. Capable of false hope. BUt if you caught the sun in just the right way, there was nothing better; Sampo was like that.
...he should leave the poetry up to other people. He wasn't made for this sort of thing. He understands touch. He understands physical things. He understands being dragged in. Gepard's dragged in and he kisses Sampo, a little desperately, because if he makes a noise...
If he makes a noise and they're caught he doesn't know what he'll do. It's tempting to abuse his power. He shouldn't. Sampo's not good for him. Sampo makes him...want, and he shouldn't...want, but he does. He wants this. He wants Sampo. This is a problem.
But one for later. Right now he's getting what he wants, and he shoves in with a groan. Sampo calls it good.]
Good. [It's an echo, a bit of a rasp, need curling inside of him. He breathes, in, out, forcing himself to calm just enough, because he wants to be loud (Gepard can feel it, there's always been something about Sampo that cracked his veneer of professionalism to reveal the far messier insides) and he can't. Not here. Not now.
Now, Gepard runs a hand up Sampo's thigh, reverently. Reverent? Now? But sometimes it's just how you feel.]
You always feel incredible. [The lust will wear away soon enough, probably, but for now? For now? For now he catches Sampo's lips in a kiss, again, shifts his grip, and starts fucking him.]
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Date: 2024-03-28 04:51 am (UTC)[Because it's earned him the firm, steady thrust of Gepard's beautiful cock into him, pressing against all his very favorite places and lighting up his nerves like fireworks. For a man who hasn't been de-virgined for very long, Gepard caught on quickly to the fine art of sex; his pace is good, confident. Needy but not fumbling. His hands are gentle because-- for unfathomable reasons-- he wants to be gentle, not out of uncertainty or shyness. There's nothing shy about how he kisses, either.]
[A particularly sharp, heavy thrust jostles him, and Sampo braces a hand against the desk to steady himself; something clatters to the floor. He doesn't bother to see what it is.]
Gepard-- [Soft, spoken between the two of them. If they weren't in Gepard's office, he'd gladly scream for
histhe good Captain, let the whole damn city know who's railing him senseless. He brings his hand up from Gepard's back to his hair, getting the blond strands in a firm grip and using that to pull his head back in for a filthy kiss. Wet, filthy, good for keeping his mouth too busy to shout for a little while, until he needs to breathe again. And to say to him on heavy, panted breaths,] Your cock feels so good in me. Fuck me harder with it.[Is it a bad idea, tempting fate? Maybe. The harder Gepard fucks him, the harder it'll be for him to stay quiet. The harder it'll be for him to climb down from that window afterward, when that big cock of his has left him sore, walking with a whore's gait. But Sampo Koski's here for a good time, not for smart ideas, and he can't think of a better thing for Gepard to do with that massive thing between his thighs than fuck him until every step reminds him of what he's done.]
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Date: 2024-04-05 04:37 am (UTC)Granted, that's usually the body language of a Fragmentum monster, and in the context of dodging blows before they cave in his head...but point being, in certain respects, this is much the same. Sampo seems to like confidence. He can fake that. A sharp, heavy thrust jostles the conman, and Gepard's eyes widen at the soft, soft utterance of his name. Like it's a secret between them.
Sampo...liked that? Maybe he likes it hard-
And then Sampo says, paraphrased, "Harder, please." And the captain feels a bit dumb that he was all prepared to analyze the noises and sounds that Sampo makes, figure out how he may or may not like things, and then Sampo just goes and says to make it harder. He just says it. He just makes it obvious. He just puts it out there. All of that speculation, for nothing. He was overthinking things, for nothing.
It's fine.]
Wouldn't that make it harder to keep quiet?
[Gepard breathes it against Sampo's lips, but, unfortunately, he enjoys serving the public, and Sampo is, unfortunately, part of the public. He shifts his grip on Sampo - it's harder, far less gentle - and Sampo's center of gravity is shifted ever so slightly.]
I have something you can bite down on if you have problems with being loud.
[This is said very helpfully. One of the first skills Gepard had learned, upon taking his captain position, was how to be rude...yet strangely polite. It's an important skill, used for moments like now.
And then he starts thrusting into Sampo, harder, as asked, forcing him into a kiss as he does so.]
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Date: 2024-04-11 02:07 am (UTC)[Gepard's solution for keeping Sampo quiet? Forcing him into a kiss, and with the way that Gepard holds him, he wouldn't have had the leverage to really resist even if he'd wanted to. He's kept quiet by the tongue in his mouth, and that's arguably one of the better ways to silence him. And one of the ways that he'd prefer, too-- just kiss him when you want him to stop talking, Gepard, it'll work every time.]
[He also takes that opportunity to start fucking Sampo like he means it, and every punishing thrust of his hips not only jostles his body but also makes his nerves flare with heat; searing pleasure that's only amplified by the ache left in its wake. The kiss muffles most of his little noises, the shuddering little moans and groans swallowed up between them. The most telling sound is the slap of skin on skin, the sound of Gepard's hips meeting Sampo's ass.]
[The desk is sturdy enough that it only occasionally creaks despite the weight of two grown men on it, holding up admirably to the onslaught. Sampo, however, doesn't have the durability of mahogany-- he's going to have bruises after this, both from where the edge of the desk presses into him and from Gepard's hands, his biting teeth, the impact of his hips. The good Captain has the kind of strength that could actually hurt him if he weren't so well-disciplined. And there's something about knowing that a man has the power to do harm and, at the same time, also knowing that he won't. When he's in Gepard's arms like this, for pleasure, he can trust that the same hands that can crush the limbs of a Fragmentum monster will never leave more than superficial marks on him.]
[It kind of makes him feel something weird in his chest, something different from arousal. Not that it isn't hot, because it very much is, but... it's that and also. Sampo just isn't really sure and also what, just that it's an and also.]
[It's fine. It doesn't matter. What matters right now is that he's getting railed within an inch of his life and every thrust is making the heat in his guts coil tighter, and Sampo grabs at Gepard's strong shoulders and tightens his legs around his hips the closer he gets. Close, close, he won't last too much longer under the good Captain's unyielding assault, taking him apart like he's another battle to be won. Conquered territory.]
[He makes a broken, punched out noise just before he comes, and the orgasm hits him like a fist to the gut-- sudden, leaving him breathless and shaking.]
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Date: 2024-04-12 03:10 am (UTC)He's not really thinking about that at the moment, but later...later, he might. Later. That's for later, if he does. For now, what matters is railing Sampo, and he thrusts into him like Sampo's the only thing that matters (he is), and he fucks him, and he fucks him, and then Sampo makes a broken, punched out noise and Gepard trembles against him. His eyes snap wide as he stares at him, already regretting the fact that he had to keep Sampo quiet. Because he couldn't see. Gepard can feel his heart hammering. (Whose heart? Does it matter?) He wraps one hand around Sampo's back, rubs it up his spine, cups the back of Sampo's neck and lets him remember how to breathe.
He needs a little bit more, just a little bit more, and it's tempting to just pin Sampo to the desk and finish inside of him regardless of what he wants, how he wants it. But, with the hard earned restraint of years upon years, Gepard forces himself to match Sampo's breathing, to rub patterns into Sampo's skin. Breathe out and back in again. Slow.]
I can- [He doesn't want to pull out.] If you want. [It's hard being selfish. Feeling Sampo come - the way his ass tightened, the breath he made - made him want nothing more than to fuck him and hear Sampo being loud, and damn whomever ran in to check up on the both of them. He wants a lot of things. He wants to take, for once to take, and he also wants to be considerate. He wants to preserve everything that he worked for, and to tear it all down in one stupid action. He doesn't know what he wants? He also doesn't know if it matters.]
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Date: 2024-04-12 05:34 am (UTC)[Their breathing falls in sync, and Gepard's warm palm rubs over his back in broad strokes. The coin flip lands on never leave, which could arguably be the worse of the two options when he will, in fact, very shortly have to leave. If they had done this somewhere a little more private, they could have taken their time afterward-- he would've had the option to lay on Gepard's chest until he felt normal again. In lieu of that, he presses in as close as their positions will allow.]
[The good Captain's stilted question breaks the silence. If you want. That hard cock is still inside of him, and Gepard hadn't gotten to finish because he was too busy being stupidly good to him. The fact that he's waiting and being considerate and asking him first is probably actually the bare minimum of being a decent person, but Sampo is endeared regardless. (It probably says something about the kind of people that he's slept with before, that just decency already makes Gepard better than them.)]
I think I'd be mad if you didn't. [Since Gepard put on a condom, Sampo doesn't get the real prize at the end of it-- he wasn't lying when he said that he likes the good Captain's mess-- but he'd still like to see him come. See all the expressions on that handsome face, how those pretty eyes go unfocused with pleasure.]
Go ahead. [He gives a little helpful nudge of his hips. Give it to him, big boy.] I'm all yours.
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Date: 2024-04-13 04:47 am (UTC)But he's not and they're here, and Gepard's eyes open again, and he wants to say something else, but they don't have time for something else. They don't have enough time as is. So: Gepard shifts his grip back down to Sampo's hips, his thighs, his hand running up to Sampo's waist, down again, and-]
Tell me if it's too much.
[He doubts it will, but, well, he had to say it, and he starts thrusting again, and again, and again until he comes with a sudden gasp and a tremble, him desperately kissing Sampo a moment too late to completely muffle everything, but hopefully quickly enough to muffle just enough. It's not like Gepard's loud, anyway, especially not here where the weight of...everything weighs him down. He's restrained. But, in matters that have to do with Sampo, apparently not restrained enough.
Sampo should leave soon. He knows this. But, Gepard breaks the kiss just enough to ask, almost beg, a whisper against Sampo's lips, hot breath and need.]
You will come back, won't you?
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