[He feels hot, and not in a sexy way - Gepard feels like he's blushing so red that people can see him from halfway across the snowfield, like a red beacon in the cold. It's terrible. It's embarrassing. He feels like an idiot for assuming that Sampo wouldn't take the opportunity to wreck him in every single way which matters. (And, for that matter, in quite a few ways which don't, but Gepard privately assumes that Sampo is going out of his way to do just because he finds it funny. Because that's the punchline of a lot of things - Sampo Koski finds it funny.)
He still can't help himself, though, not the noises (quiet, getting louder, Gepard tries to bite his hand- the one that's gripping the railing? he tries that, and then immediately staggers, and his hand slams down again) nor how much he likes it. He can't help rutting against the hand so helpfully provided for him, oblivious to the faces he's making- he's making faces, and Gepard would probably start kicking Sampo if he can see them and react to them. Sampo can't, and Gepard's oblivious. Everyone wins here.
His hand, the one tangled in Sampo's hair, loosens, and then grips again.]
Sampo, please.
[Don't ask him what he's asking Sampo to do, Gepard doesn't know, he's getting his ass devoured by a master and it's driving him mad.]
[Sampo does a lot of things for shits and giggles, it's true. And he's slept with plenty of people for no deeper reason than being bored or because it was necessary or, a few times, for leverage. But with Gepard, dear, stalwart Geppie? He's doing it because he wants to, wrecking him for the sheer pleasure of wrecking. He's doing it for every little noise, for the way his hips twitch, for the hand that grips his hair. For that voice, throaty and desperate, begging him for something even if he doesn't know what he wants.]
[But that's okay, because he doesn't have to know. Sampo will give him everything anyway.]
[Everything, in this case, is a finger slipping into him alongside Sampo's tongue, pressing smoothly against his slick insides. A three-way assault on Gepard, everything that he could do to him short of sitting the good Captain on his own cock-- and hopefully that'll come later, if he's done a very good job. A gift for them both for a job well done.]
[One of the only times that Gepard will get to see Sampo putting in an honest effort, and it's all to eat him out.]
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Date: 2024-12-21 09:52 pm (UTC)He still can't help himself, though, not the noises (quiet, getting louder, Gepard tries to bite his hand- the one that's gripping the railing? he tries that, and then immediately staggers, and his hand slams down again) nor how much he likes it. He can't help rutting against the hand so helpfully provided for him, oblivious to the faces he's making- he's making faces, and Gepard would probably start kicking Sampo if he can see them and react to them. Sampo can't, and Gepard's oblivious. Everyone wins here.
His hand, the one tangled in Sampo's hair, loosens, and then grips again.]
Sampo, please.
[Don't ask him what he's asking Sampo to do, Gepard doesn't know, he's getting his ass devoured by a master and it's driving him mad.]
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Date: 2024-12-31 05:59 pm (UTC)[But that's okay, because he doesn't have to know. Sampo will give him everything anyway.]
[Everything, in this case, is a finger slipping into him alongside Sampo's tongue, pressing smoothly against his slick insides. A three-way assault on Gepard, everything that he could do to him short of sitting the good Captain on his own cock-- and hopefully that'll come later, if he's done a very good job. A gift for them both for a job well done.]
[One of the only times that Gepard will get to see Sampo putting in an honest effort, and it's all to eat him out.]