[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.]
[Too much? It's never too much, not when it's Gepard. The thrust of his cock is heavy and quick, setting the rhythm that he wants rather than one meant for Sampo. In the aftermath of his own orgasm, the continued stimulation skirts along that knife-thin line of pain and pleasure, and it's a line that he sometimes very much likes to walk-- another time, maybe he'll ask for this, for Gepard to fuck him through one orgasm and into another.]
[Sampo watches his face while Gepard fucks him, until that moment when he comes and crashes their lips together again. Gepard's kiss is hard and desperate and Sampo lets himself be devoured, taking what the Captain has to give. It swallows up most of their noises, but the ones that it doesn't... Gepard makes such lovely sounds, low sort of growly groans in his throat, and it's a shame to have to keep them down. Next time...]
[Ah, he keeps thinking about next time, next time, whenever he's with Gepard. Always a next time. He always wants more of Gepard; can't help it, he's greedy like that.]
[You will come back, won't you?]
[They're close enough that it takes barely any movement at all to press their foreheads together. Something warm blooms in his chest when he looks into Gepard's earnest blue eyes, and. Wow. Yeah, this is new. This is a new feeling, and he's absolutely not going to put a label to it because if he does, that'll make it even more terrifying. He's going to focus on those pretty eyes and the reverence of Gepard's hands on his skin and the question that he's been asked.]
I always do. [More than Gepard realizes. He always comes back-- to Belobog, to Gepard.] You're stuck with me, Captain.
[He closes his eyes, and breathes in the moment, and savors the feel of Sampo against him (forehead to forehead, hands against his skin), and keeps from trembling with an effort. Because it's...it's a lot. He's feeling a lot of things, things that can wait until later, when he's alone, when he doesn't have to worry about Belobog, the people, Preservation and what that means, the Fragmentum, duty, duty, duty, it can wait until when he has a moment for himself. (That is to say, never.)
The captain inhales, and exhales a shuddering breath that Lady Bronya might be familiar with, but no one else, and opens his eyes again.]
I want to keep you here. [A small admission.] But you shouldn't stay here for much longer.
[Gepard really did reveal his whole hand that night in the shack— he’s sweet, his body warm where they’re pressed together, and he wants Sampo to stay. Gepard ought to be sending him off the moment that he’s done with him, getting rid of him so that no one would find out that he was ever there. To preserve his good reputation as an upstanding and incorruptible man.]
[And Sampo shouldn’t want to stay, either. He’s a busy man with all sorts of deals to make and business to conduct, and he can’t do that if he’s attached at the hip to a guard captain. If he was really smart, he would be using this whole situation to blackmail Gepard into doing what he wants. There’s a good likelihood that even if Sampo did reveal that he’s the one who compromised Gepard, there would be enough pressure from both the government and Gepard’s father to hush up the whole sordid affair that it wouldn’t be made public. Gepard ruined, Sampo’s reputation still largely intact.]
[But he doesn’t want to burn this for a little blackmail. He should, but…]
I shouldn’t stay, someone might come looking for you. And we wouldn’t want that.
[Ah, hell with it. He kisses Gepard again, because he’s there.]
[The kiss? It makes him smile. By all the Aeons, there shouldn't be anything sweet between them in whatever-this-is, but it feels sweet, and Gepard? Gepard's content to lean into what sweetness there is, and also to not read into it too much. He likes it, it won't get in the way of his duty (or Sampo's criminal activities, unfortunately), it's fine.]
I still haven't repaid you. [As in, haul Sampo into an interrogation room, have sex? Which also feels like something he shouldn't be mentioning after having a sweet kiss with his Complication, while looking for his Complication's clothes...there's Sampo's underwear. Gepard passes it over. And he should take care of himself as well, because one of his soldiers finding him nude wouldn't exactly be a good thing, either...
Socks. Sampo's socks- here. And now for his own underwear and also tossing that condom into the trashcan. Will that be a problem later? Considerations for later. Maybe he can just toss in enough that people won't notice one used condom among a sea of documents, or- he's a tactician, he can handle it.] But I haven't forgotten. I promise.
[For a moment, he isn't sure what Gepard means by repayment, until he remembers their first night. That's right, the Captain did promise to drag him down to one of those interrogation rooms and bend him over the table. After having more experience with Gepard and the Earthworks in his pants, he can still say that he has a sort of wistful longing for getting battered by it. Beat his ass up so good with that big thing that the rest of the guard will think it's police brutality.]
I don't mind. I know you'll keep your promise! You can surprise me with it, I love a good surprise.
[He'll think that Gepard's bringing him in for a regular interrogation and, surprise! It's a dicking. Best surprise he'll have gotten in a long time.]
[But, for now, it's time to get dressed again so that he can be on his way. Sampo steps back into his underwear and tugs on his socks, goes searching for his pants and shirt. It's a shame to watch Gepard's handsome physique disappear back underneath that stuffy uniform, but, well. At least he's the only one who gets to see it.]
[He pulls on his shirt and jacket, smooths out any wrinkles in the fabric. His hair isn't quite as styled as it usually is, the gel that he uses to put it into its artfully tousled style hasn't quite held up to today's vigorous activities, but it's close enough. Just like that, he's back to looking like nothing ever happened.]
[He crosses the room again to where Gepard is standing, and reaches out to straighten out how one of his lapels lays against his chest. Those uniforms might be stuffy, but he does really fill it out quite well.]
There. That's better. [It was half just for the excuse to touch him.] Kiss me again before I go?
[He takes off his glove- just one glove, but that's all he needs, and Gepard leans in, cups Sampo's cheek like he's something delicate, and kisses him like he misses him already, like the thought of them parting is unbearable enough as is, like he's going to dream of Sampo, long for him. It's absurd. There's a dangerous part of him that's whispering that he can try to keep Sampo, and damn the consequences.
Gepard ignores that. His lips part, his tongue darts out, and then there's a knocking at his door. He hears a polite Captain Landau?
Gepard pulls back like he's been scalded by hot water.] What is it?
[He sounds...a little mean. But that's fine. As the soldier stammers out something-or-another, Gepard gestures for Sampo to go to the window, just get out, go, shoo, etc.]
[This is the danger of sleeping with a man like Gepard-- that moment when he cups your face like you're precious and kisses you like this is the climactic moment of a romance novel. If this were a romance novel, the whole world would've stopped for this kiss, for Gepard touching him like Sampo is the answer to every question, like he's the destination of every journey.]
[It's ridiculous. Sampo is too old for this shit, he should be smart enough not to fall for it.]
[He absolutely isn't and he absolutely does.]
[Sampo's hand rests against the good Captain's chest as he kisses him in return, losing himself a little in the fantasy that Gepard's spinning with just a kiss. He should be impressed, really, that Gepard is capable of it. It's impressive that he can sell this lie with a straight face.]
[It's all broken when he jerks back, ending everything abruptly because of a knock on the door. There's some guardsman outside, someone that Gepard has to deal with, and Sampo can't stick around to see who it is. As little as he wanted to break their liplock, he really does have to get out-- Sampo grabs his gloves off of the desk and goes over to the open window, leaning out of it for a moment before he really leaves. Just long enough to blow one last kiss to Gepard, in lieu of saying something ridiculous to him as a good-bye, just before he drops through the opening and out of sight.]
[That's not the only thing that he'd left with the good Captain, though-- there's a rose threaded through the buttonhole of his lapel, a vibrant splash of red against his white uniform. Just a little memento.]
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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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Date: 2024-04-13 06:50 pm (UTC)[Sampo watches his face while Gepard fucks him, until that moment when he comes and crashes their lips together again. Gepard's kiss is hard and desperate and Sampo lets himself be devoured, taking what the Captain has to give. It swallows up most of their noises, but the ones that it doesn't... Gepard makes such lovely sounds, low sort of growly groans in his throat, and it's a shame to have to keep them down. Next time...]
[Ah, he keeps thinking about next time, next time, whenever he's with Gepard. Always a next time. He always wants more of Gepard; can't help it, he's greedy like that.]
[You will come back, won't you?]
[They're close enough that it takes barely any movement at all to press their foreheads together. Something warm blooms in his chest when he looks into Gepard's earnest blue eyes, and. Wow. Yeah, this is new. This is a new feeling, and he's absolutely not going to put a label to it because if he does, that'll make it even more terrifying. He's going to focus on those pretty eyes and the reverence of Gepard's hands on his skin and the question that he's been asked.]
I always do. [More than Gepard realizes. He always comes back-- to Belobog, to Gepard.] You're stuck with me, Captain.
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Date: 2024-06-10 03:03 am (UTC)The captain inhales, and exhales a shuddering breath that Lady Bronya might be familiar with, but no one else, and opens his eyes again.]
I want to keep you here. [A small admission.] But you shouldn't stay here for much longer.
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Date: 2024-07-03 11:21 pm (UTC)[And Sampo shouldn’t want to stay, either. He’s a busy man with all sorts of deals to make and business to conduct, and he can’t do that if he’s attached at the hip to a guard captain. If he was really smart, he would be using this whole situation to blackmail Gepard into doing what he wants. There’s a good likelihood that even if Sampo did reveal that he’s the one who compromised Gepard, there would be enough pressure from both the government and Gepard’s father to hush up the whole sordid affair that it wouldn’t be made public. Gepard ruined, Sampo’s reputation still largely intact.]
[But he doesn’t want to burn this for a little blackmail. He should, but…]
I shouldn’t stay, someone might come looking for you. And we wouldn’t want that.
[Ah, hell with it. He kisses Gepard again, because he’s there.]
Help me get dressed, won’t you?
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Date: 2024-07-06 02:59 am (UTC)I still haven't repaid you. [As in, haul Sampo into an interrogation room, have sex? Which also feels like something he shouldn't be mentioning after having a sweet kiss with his Complication, while looking for his Complication's clothes...there's Sampo's underwear. Gepard passes it over. And he should take care of himself as well, because one of his soldiers finding him nude wouldn't exactly be a good thing, either...
Socks. Sampo's socks- here. And now for his own underwear and also tossing that condom into the trashcan. Will that be a problem later? Considerations for later. Maybe he can just toss in enough that people won't notice one used condom among a sea of documents, or- he's a tactician, he can handle it.] But I haven't forgotten. I promise.
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Date: 2024-07-06 03:41 am (UTC)[For a moment, he isn't sure what Gepard means by repayment, until he remembers their first night. That's right, the Captain did promise to drag him down to one of those interrogation rooms and bend him over the table. After having more experience with Gepard and the Earthworks in his pants, he can still say that he has a sort of wistful longing for getting battered by it. Beat his ass up so good with that big thing that the rest of the guard will think it's police brutality.]
I don't mind. I know you'll keep your promise! You can surprise me with it, I love a good surprise.
[He'll think that Gepard's bringing him in for a regular interrogation and, surprise! It's a dicking. Best surprise he'll have gotten in a long time.]
[But, for now, it's time to get dressed again so that he can be on his way. Sampo steps back into his underwear and tugs on his socks, goes searching for his pants and shirt. It's a shame to watch Gepard's handsome physique disappear back underneath that stuffy uniform, but, well. At least he's the only one who gets to see it.]
[He pulls on his shirt and jacket, smooths out any wrinkles in the fabric. His hair isn't quite as styled as it usually is, the gel that he uses to put it into its artfully tousled style hasn't quite held up to today's vigorous activities, but it's close enough. Just like that, he's back to looking like nothing ever happened.]
[He crosses the room again to where Gepard is standing, and reaches out to straighten out how one of his lapels lays against his chest. Those uniforms might be stuffy, but he does really fill it out quite well.]
There. That's better. [It was half just for the excuse to touch him.] Kiss me again before I go?
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Date: 2024-07-07 03:53 am (UTC)Gepard ignores that. His lips part, his tongue darts out, and then there's a knocking at his door. He hears a polite Captain Landau?
Gepard pulls back like he's been scalded by hot water.] What is it?
[He sounds...a little mean. But that's fine. As the soldier stammers out something-or-another, Gepard gestures for Sampo to go to the window, just get out, go, shoo, etc.]
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Date: 2024-07-07 04:46 am (UTC)[It's ridiculous. Sampo is too old for this shit, he should be smart enough not to fall for it.]
[He absolutely isn't and he absolutely does.]
[Sampo's hand rests against the good Captain's chest as he kisses him in return, losing himself a little in the fantasy that Gepard's spinning with just a kiss. He should be impressed, really, that Gepard is capable of it. It's impressive that he can sell this lie with a straight face.]
[It's all broken when he jerks back, ending everything abruptly because of a knock on the door. There's some guardsman outside, someone that Gepard has to deal with, and Sampo can't stick around to see who it is. As little as he wanted to break their liplock, he really does have to get out-- Sampo grabs his gloves off of the desk and goes over to the open window, leaning out of it for a moment before he really leaves. Just long enough to blow one last kiss to Gepard, in lieu of saying something ridiculous to him as a good-bye, just before he drops through the opening and out of sight.]
[That's not the only thing that he'd left with the good Captain, though-- there's a rose threaded through the buttonhole of his lapel, a vibrant splash of red against his white uniform. Just a little memento.]