#ge.pard vc: i really have to go / sampo vc: so you have chosen......... to be teased to death

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@loiyaltie said: "I need to go..." Despite his words, Gepard's hands remain planted upon Sampo's waist, the space between them entirely insignificant as he leans in to chase another press of lips, eyelids fluttering closed as he does. It's not the first time he's said such a thing nor will it be the last but he does not have the willpower to slip from their shadows just yet. A moment more.

      if he had to describe this new routine of theirs, there'll be just a word to do it justice: delightful.

      it delights Sampo to know that the captain has this mischievous side to him. it's been quite a while since he started to put effort in unveiling what was under the surface of this strict, stiff man out of pure curiosity.

      Gepard Landau acted, moved and talked like a dutybound machine- and, to Sampo, that seemed so silly! how could someone live for something so strict, so terribly boring? one man can't simply have duty as a life-long occupation and never once stutter in his path- yearn for something else that isn't the ungrateful, fruitless trap their job traps them into.

      it was fun, to discover Gepard. Sampo earned for the thrill of seeing web-like cracks spreading under his form- testing the ice to see if it'll swallow him, if the water under it is as dark and gelid as he imagined.

      he has his answer when the third option to end their chase manifests in them detaching from civility and finding shelter in the dark backalleys to have a few moments for themselves. it's then that their lips meet over and over again, the thrill of being discovered crackling on their skin like electricity.

      “ oh? so soon? ” Sampo asks, but the incandescent flush over his face doesn't die down, his arms firmly refuse to leave their hold from around Gepard's neck. he knows that the captain has to return to his usual post... but, physically, he's a little more than reluctant to just let go.

      ( it's very silly to feel that little flutter in his chest whenever Gepard dips to kiss him again, unable to leave as if under a spell. the smug smile he has turns dopey and a little lopsided. )

      Gepard really should go. every second they spend here is a second they could be found out, with extreme consequences- see, the hard part is that it's terribly hard to simply stop. Gepard communicates a thing with his voice, but his body betrays him, still holding Sampo against him with an hint of desperation.

      he must really be conflicted, is he... hmm.

      lips curl into a mischievous, charming grin: the impish impulse is too strong to resist. not to tease would be a sin. seeing the poor man this flustered and struggling to go back to his duties is an irresistible opportunity to be just a little on the evil side.

      a curious finger twirls the hair at the base of Gepard's neck, followed by an hum reverberating between their joined chests. by standing on his tiptoes just a little ( and this is such a great discovery for... reasons, ) Sampo reaches up and places another butterfly kiss on Gepard's mouth, parting before it can become something more. it's a tease and a gracing touch, how Sampo brings the other even closer, if possible- how he's ghosting little kisses along his cheek, each one bringing him a little short of the objective.

      if he didn't knew that poor captain enjoyed these teases, he'd feel almost cruel. instead, he's just being a little tempting devil.

      “ gep, ” he breathes, lips pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his lips. “ not that i want to stop either, but... ”

      there's a little mischievous curl of his lips when he draws back, almost too innocently batting his lashes at the blond. “ didn't you said you really had to go...? ”

      ( he's sure Gepard will get back at him for making things a little harder for him. he can take it! in fact, he looks forward to it. almost sadistically so. )