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Sampo Koski has no problem with showing off. Well, there are limits, but they’re usually not crossed. It’s hard to cross him when he’s one step ahead!
His clothing is his main example. Natasha once said it must’ve been a pain to take off, especially the shoulder piece, but Sampo only chuckled and asked her if she needed more supplies. He has small windows that the clothing lets reveal small areas of his hips and chest, and honestly? Sampo likes it. It’s attractive and it throws people off.
But, what also throws people off is his wind daggers. His main example is—
“Koski! Stop right there!”
His main example is now. Groaning and spinning on his feet, he starts running away from the Silvermane Guards yelling and demanding no resistance. Honestly, he didn’t even know what he did this time. He was only admiring the beautiful wanted posters that they drew of him. The chin’s a bit too round, and he thinks some of the colours aren't exactly inside the lines— but it’s fine. He can still see the charming qualities.
He dashes past the crowd, ignoring the pointed glares and responding back with a level stare. He takes a left, but the path is closed off with more Silvermane Guards. Did the Fragmentum spread? He could’ve sworn this path was fine a few days ago…
Well, this is bad, but it doesn't matter! Sampo scans his surroundings and finds a small alleyway that leads to… he doesn’t know, actually. Huh, I thought I knew this area inside out…
He turns his head after stopping in his tracks, seeing three Silvermane Guards following behind their head honcho, Gepard Landau. Shit, since when did Gepard tag along with his buddies? This would obviously slow the average runaway-er down, but not Sampo. He sees a chance and takes it.
The alleyway was blocked with a looming brick wall, because of course it was. The universe really hated him, didn’t it? Sampo gulps as he tries to think about a possible way to get out of this mess. If I turn back and run I’d be cornered, but if I stay here and don't move, I’d also be cornered.
Sampo closes his eyes to calm the nerves and turns around. The first thing his eyes latch onto is the angered look of Gepard, and he would laugh if he wasn’t in this predicament, but…
Gerpal Landau isn’t the scary one in his family, it’s Serval. In conclusion, Sampo has no fear in taunting him.
“Hey there, White Knight!” Sampo calls, crossing his arms. He puts on a practiced smirk, thinking over options and trying to remember which road leads to where if he takes that direction. “Fancy seeing you here!”
While Gepard and his guards catch up to him, Sampo reaches for one of his smoke bombs attached to his side belt as he releases his arms to go lax. “To what do I owe this—”
“You're under arrest. Resist and you’ll only face more dire consequences.” Gepard takes a step closer, the air around him getting colder. If Sampo didn’t know better, he’d find this anger attractive.
“What?” Sampo places a hand on his chest, feigning shock. He hopes they didn’t notice his free hand going behind his back and attaching his wind dagger to the smoke bomb. “Me? Under arrest? Whatever is the reason for this declaration?”
“You know why.” Gepard turns to one of the guards and nods his head over. The guard nods back and brings out handcuffs. They’re of a pretty material, but it wouldn’t sell for a drastically high price…
“Oh, dear Gepard,” Sampo places a hand on Gepard’s chest, clenching white fabric and tugging, making their foreheads touch. “I thought you knew me better, I’m wounded.”
Sampo notices the blush on Gepard’s cheeks and kindly doesn’t mention it. Hey, I flustered him! I should write down this tactic for next time. He grins and throws his wind dagger into one of the guard’s chests, exposing the smoke bomb and letting it explode. He lets go of Gepard, probably pushing, and jumps from the left wall to the right, eventually getting to the top.
What, did you think he would get caught that easily?
The last thing he hears as he runs off is the sound of people coughing their lungs out and collapsing onto the floor.
+++
Sampo is lying on the thin space that the top of the wall can offer, admiring the night stars the Overworld gets exposed to, when he hears someone call his name. He lets out a soft noise as he turns to his side and lets his body rest on his left elbow.
Gepard Landau is there.
“Wow, talk about dedication!” Sampo teases, fixing his position so he’s sitting upright. “You wanna see me that bad?”
Gepard crosses his arms. “I’m here to do my job. It’d be better for you to comply with me.”
“You work too much!” Sampo laments. “Don’t you have someone to go home to? To have fun with, if you get my gist!”
“…” Gepard shifts his position. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Sampo has a brilliant idea. That idea is: be himself. “...So, what you’re saying is you’ve never had sex?”
Gepard sputters at the accusation. “W— What?!”
“You’ve never had sex.” Sampo gasps overdramatically after he declares this, legs dangling off of the top of the stone wall, facing down at blond hair. “The oh so great White Knight of Belobog, charmer of the Overworld streets, never having—”
“Don’t be so vulgar. I came here to arrest you, not to get shamed for my lack of—” A faint blush appears on Gepard's cheeks, he squints his eyes and glares. “Never mind. Get down from the wall, Koski.”
“You’ve never called me by my last name before!” Sampo laughs. “You usually leave that to your guard buddies. You’re getting shy, meaning my deduction of your non-existent sex life is—”
“Get down from the wall, Sampo. Now. Or else there’ll be consequences.”
Oh, he’s struck a nerve. Good job, Sampo! You did what you do best. “Alright.” Sampo swings his body to jump down, thankful for his gloves, because if he did this bare-handed he'd have guaranteed scratches the next morning. Once he reaches the floor, he doesn’t admit that he stumbles a bit, shaking it off with a smile.
“No wonder you got flustered when we were face-to-face,” Sampo muses, chin tilting up in mischief. “You’re not used to romantic gestures, or even implications .”
“So… you were being romantic with me?” Something about what Gepard says seems hopeful, but he doesn't want to jump to conclusions.
Sampo… didn’t expect that comeback. Especially from Gepard, who’s too obsessed with his work to even consider love, by the looks of it. Poor dude looks like he doesn't know a thing about flirting, but he's proving Sampo’s case wrong today.
He doesn’t know why he says what he says next. “Well, if you want it to be romantic, then sure.”
Gepard blushes, before realising what he’s doing and shakes it off. It’s kind of cute, and makes Sampo smile. Which isn’t a thought he’s had for a while. Now that he considers it, Gepard is pretty cute. And hot at the same time. I shouldn’t be having these thoughts about someone who’s going to arrest me.
Unless… I don’t get arrested.
“Cut the flirting, Sampo.” Gepard shakes his head. “Just show me your wrists and I’ll cuff you. Don’t make this hard.”
Sampo steps closer, and closer, and closer, until their noses are basically touching. “Oh, I’ll make it as hard as I want. Why don’t I show you some fun, and in return the only thing around my wrists would be your hand?” He lets his index finger glide up Gepard’s chest.
In all honesty, there were much easier ways to not get arrested. But Sampo didn’t like it easy, because he’s Sampo. But he did like Gepard. Which is a sentence he never thought he said.
“…” Gepard huffs. “You’re infuriating.”
He leaves handcuff-free and with Gepard’s number
+++
Gepard
Working, apologies for the slow response
——————
Sampo
Hi Gepard!
Sampo
Guess who :)
Gepard
Sampo, I can see your name in the contact info
Sampo
Oh
Sampo
But still, hi!
Gepard
Hello.
Gepard
[Sticker: Waving_PomPom]
Sampo
OMG did you get that from Caelus
Sampo
I have these ones from him
Sampo
[Sticker: Angry_PomPom]
Sampo
[Sticker: Suspicious_PomPom]
Gepard
Wow. Really shows how he talks to you
Sampo
Right?! Warms my heart
Sampo
Anyway, about my proposition
Sampo
You up for it? You did give me you number, after all
Gepard
Yeah, figured I’d give it a shot.
Sampo
That’s really weird for you
Sampo
Even your bio is something to do your work
Sampo
Figured you should live the life once in a while?
Gepard
Maybe you’re just special.
Sampo
Woah
Sampo
You’re making me blush! You’d do me over your work?
Gepard
Depends on how.
Sampo
I coughed very loudly
Sampo
Congratulations
Sampo
You made me stumble while waiting to eat
Sampo
WAIT back to my proposition
Gepard
Meet me behind my estate
Gepard
I’ll make sure you're not caught by the guards there
Gepard
We can have food there as well :)
Sampo
Wowzers
Sampo
All that AND you have a job!
Sampo
I think I scored jackpot
Gepard
[Sticker: Heart_PomPom]
+++
Sampo softly whistles as he struts to Gepard’s estate, dark brown cloak concealing his daily clothing and himself in general. It’s not that he minds getting caught, but it’d make it harder for Gepard. He also unconsciously fixes his hair, running a gloved hand through the dark blue strands, which is odd for him. He’s usually more… prepared.
All that preparation goes out the window once he sees Gepard standing in behind the estate, arms crossed and a single flower in his right hand. His foot is tapping the ground rapidly, seemingly impatient, and he’s biting his lower lip.
Sampo smiles at the sight and struts up to him, elbowing him to catch his attention. Gepard startles, whipping his head in his direction. A faint blush spreads across both of the men’s cheeks, Sampo grinning and Gepard’s mouth slightly open.
“I don’t think I’ve seen you smile genuinely before,” he confesses.
Sampo raises a brow. “Oh? You sure? Maybe this smile could’ve been practiced as well.” He’s making excuses. He can’t admit it was a real smile. A real smile that was for Gepard.
“Even if it was practiced, it was… nice.” Gepard rubs the back of his neck. “It was mesmerising.”
“Man,” Sampo pinches Gepard’s cheek. “Since when did you get good with your words? It’s making me more flustered than need be!”
“I was always good with my words,” Gepard hums. “But you’ve only heard me say ‘stop there’ and ‘you’re under arrest’.”
“Meh, true.” Sampo chuckles. “Just take me to your place already.”
+++
As soon as Gepard and Sampo reach the blond’s house, they immediately start making out.
Sampo can’t even process the fancy-pants furniture and decorations before his vision is swallowed up by Gepard’s face.
Their mouths lock perfectly, Gepard pushing Sampo toward the closed door, the cold wood hitting his back. Sampo groans, grabbing Gepard’s shoulders as their tongues fight for dominance. He only squeezes tighter when he feels those big hands feeling up his sides.
Sampo gasps as Gepard breaks the kiss. He takes in the view as he regains his breath, biting his lip. Gepard looks more attractive than he usually does currently, lips wet and kiss-bitten along with pink cheeks. Their breathing has simultaneously slowed down, and Sampo gives another peck to those soft lips.
“Geez, you’re so attractive I should be the one arresting you.” He laughs, smiling when Gepard’s thumb rubs over the exposed part of his hip.
“I should be saying that to you,” Gepard murmurs.
“I thought you said you had no experience?” Sampo teases, leaning in and letting their foreheads touch. “You’re pretty good at kissing, to me.”
“I never said I had absolutely no experience,” Gepard squeezes his waist. “I’m just not that experienced in… fully penetrating.”
Silence.
Sampo cackles. “Holy shit, you should’ve told me. That only makes me more eager.”
“Let’s take this to the bed, then?”
+++
Sampo’s slowly starting to learn that they both have a thing of pinning each other to the door as soon as it’s closed.
It’s his turn this time, caging Gepard’s head between his hands. Sampo realises just how blue his eyes are, like ice. He’s heard way more than one person fawn over those eyes in the streets of Belobog. He always wondered what would happen if you stared at them for too long. Maybe you’ll freeze.
“You want a blowjob?” He asks, silently screaming at how husky his voice sounds.
Gepard smiles. “Sure. I’d love to see you on your knees.”
Fuck. Just that statement alone has Sampo straining against his pants.
He immediately drops down on his knees and starts unzipping Gepard’s pants. They already took off their more complicated garments when they entered the room, deeming it’ll be much easier for them once they get to bed.
“Why hello there,” Sampo says to the growing erection in front of his face. He revels in the way Gepard flinches when he kisses the side of his cock. Gepard is certainly bigger than average (and Sampo as well, which taints the small amount of pride he had), and he feels drool pooling inside his mouth at the thought of having this down his throat.
He sticks open his mouth and starts licking at the tip, tongue flicking up and down the slit. They both grow fully hard after a while of repeatedly moving his tongue, swirling up Gepard’s precum. He stops the teasing once his throat starts feeling empty. He takes in the whole tip and pushes his head forward, making sure to hollow his cheeks and moan to add to the feeling. He starts bobbing his head up and down when Gepard starts involuntarily shoving his hips forward. It’s a rhythmic cycle that goes on for a while, the only sound being their soft groans echoing through the room.
He looks up at Gepard through his eyelashes, and notices him staring back down as well. They’ve had occasional stare-offs during their chases, but never in this situation. He moans loudly when a hand grabs his hair roughly and pulls, mouth opening wide and almost choking. He grasps Gepard’s thighs and squeezes hard in a poor attempt at payback.
“Oh, do you like that?” Gepard purrs, squeezing the hand on his hair tighter. Sampo nods slowly. “Good to know.”
Sampo continues sucking Gepard off for a bit longer, teasingly slow and sometimes letting his teeth graze against the girth, before choking at the rough grip in his hair pushing his head forward so he's nosing Gepard’s abdomen. It’s all inside his throat, and he loves the feeling of Gepard forcefully moving Sampo’s head, basically fucking his mouth.
It’s after only a few hard thrusts that Gepard’s hips stutter, and he’s coming down Sampo’s throat. Sampo eyes roll back and Gepard moves his fingers together and apart in a soothing motion.
Sampo lets out the cock with a wet pop before sitting on his ass, palming himself through his pants, trying to get enough friction. Within this time Gepard has already taken all his remaining clothes off, and the muscly body is revealed. Sampo whistles, saying something about getting lucky with Gepard before standing up and tackling him with more kisses.
+++
Sampo is, safe to say, overwhelmed at the feeling of three of Gepard’s thick fingers hovering at his entrance but not going in . After he took his clothes off, he was gently laid down onto the bed before devoured by an intoxicating kiss, one of Gepard’s hands caressing his cheek as the other was rubbing circular motions around his hole. His eyes widened at the feeling of one fingertip slowly pushing in, but out again.
Sampo pulls his mouth away from the kiss and growls, grabbing Gepard’s wrist. “You fucking tease.”
Gepard smiles. “I thought you liked anticipating?”
Sampo nips Gepard’s bottom lip before murmuring, “If you don’t open me up right this second, I’ll do it myself.”
Gepard clicks his tongue. “Alright.”
That promptly leads him to have three fingers pierced into him immediately.
He chokes, moaning loudly at the sudden intrusion. His head thrown back exposes his neck, letting Gepard nip and kiss it. The fingers inside him do wonders, tugging and spreading in and out. They occasionally hit a sweet spot, but Sampo won’t give in and let himself be fingered silly. Gepard’s halfway there, and Sampo has a dreading feeling he’s catching on where the more sensitive parts of his body are.
Gepard has the nerve to only amusedly lock eyes with him before pushing in even harder, causing Sampo to curse and only expose his neck even more. Shit, the marks will show tomorrow…
“Stop, stop—” Sampo moans at the fingers gingerly moving inside of him, but has to grip Gepard’s wrist, the one connected to those no good fucking long and thick evil digits inside of him.
“Is something wrong?” Gepard immediately asks, detaching from the neck where he was biting hard and sucking. Bruises already start to various stages of red and purple all over Sampo’s neck, and Gepard doesn’t seem one bit embarrassed by it.
“Lay the fuck down and lube up your dick, pretty boy,” he commands. “I will physically explode if you’re not inside me in the next two minutes.”
Gepard seems very attracted to that, growing redder (and harder) by the second, the little shit.
They fix their positions so that Gepard is now the one with the back facing the bed and Sampo hovering on top, knees shaking with excitement as he slowly sinks down onto Gepard’s length.
“You fine with this?” He’s halfway down before checking up and Gepard. The stretch is amazing, and Sampo could get used to this, but he’s not some selfish prick (lie, he’s just weak for attractive people). Gepard seems relatively fine, but he doesn’t want to make sure Gepard’s not complying just because it’s what Sampo wants.
Gepard doesn’t give a verbal answer, and instead wraps his hands around Sampo’s waist and pulls down, basically impaling Sampo on his cock. Sampo moans loudly, and if he were a weaker man he’d have collapsed onto Gepard’s chest right then and there. He swallows hard, feeling the length throb against his walls.
“I got impatient.” Gepard states, moving one hand from Sampo’s waist to a centimetre or two above his navel. He rubs a thumb gently across the area. “Sorry.”
“Y— You—” Gepard’s hands grips his waist and manhandle him to make sure he’s secured onto his dick. “You’re not sorry at all, sick bastard.” Sampo moans at the feeling of Gepard pressing his thumb down onto the area of his flat stomach where a small bulge is pointing out. “You’re into this. You like feeling yourself in me, don’t you?” He clenches to prompt Gepard to answer.
Gepard groans at Sampo’s antics, squeezing the right side of his waist tighter. “Perhaps I do.”
Sampo doesn’t bother to reply and starts moving up and down, bouncing inconsistently until he finds a rhythm suitable for both of them. It’s concerningly attractive, the sound of skin meeting skin repetitively in the heated atmosphere of Gepard’s room. Sampo sees Gepard lay his head back onto the bed’s headrest, back to gripping his hips and kneading the skin.
“Fuck, thats feels good,” Sampo laughs, close to his climax. His thighs shake with tiredness but the feeling of sinking up and down with Gepard inside feels so good. “You sure you aren’t also lying about no experience in penetration? ‘Cause you’re a pro at letting me take it all in.”
Gepard doesn’t answer and instead starts giving a handjob to Sampo’s cock. That causes Sampo to lurch forward with widened eyes, getting caught in a kiss with Gepard. He groans at the ministrations that are getting faster and faster each time he takes a breath, and his voice gets higher as white ropes release between their stomachs.
Gepard’s taken the responsibility to manhandle Sampo as the latter droops down onto his shoulders, their positions swapping so that Gepard is, once again, on top.
“Are you alright?” He asks, hair disheveled and lips wet from biting and kissing various spots of Sampo’s body.
“Yeah, yeah,” Sampo sighs. “Fuck, that felt good.”
“It did.”
Sampo looks down, and realises that Gepard’s still attached to him. “Hey, have you come yet?”
“No,” Gepard laughs softly, one hand gently wrapping around Sampo’s neck. “But if you’ll let me…”
“Don’t even finish that sentence.” Sampo hisses. “Use me all you want, babe. I’m all yours.”
+++
Sampo wakes up with a groan facing the window with the sun shining through. He feels warm arms wrapped around his waist and someone breathing into the juncture between his neck and shoulders. Gepard.
He tries to wriggle around, careful to not wake the blond up, to stretch his arms out and check his phone. Around 9:45 AM, not too bad.
His attempt to not wake up Gepard fails, as the man groans and further nuzzles into Sampo’s neck. “Can you be quiet? I was having a nice dream…”
“Rise and shine, babe,” Sampo smiles, feeling sickeningly sweet. He turns around fully to face Gepard, and the guy looks like a puppy. Aeons, it’s so endearing. “Was the dream about me?”
Gepard doesn’t answer the question, preferring to softly kiss Sampo’s lips while locking eyes with him. It’s so wholesome it kills the latter.
“Geez, morning breath, White Knight.” Sampo makes an over exaggerated gagging noise, laughing when Gepard shoves his hand down his face, playfully pushing Sampo back down to the pillow. He huffs when Gepard turns to lay himself flat on top of Sampo, catching those icy blue eyes staring at the marks on his neck.
“You really like these marks, don’t ya?” Sampo asks, tilting his head to reveal more of his neck. “Not one bit ashamed.”
“Why would I be ashamed of showing my boyfriend off?”
Boyfriend.
Sampo scrabbles back and props himself on his elbows. Gepard looks like he’s about to die off of embarrassment.
“‘Boyfriend’?” Sampo echoes.
Gepard is quick to defend himself, face pink in all its glory. “Uh, no, it was a slip of the tongue, I—”
“Sex before a dinner date? Such a player.” Sampo pouts.
“H— Huh?”
“If you want to be my boyfriend, take me out to dinner.” Sampo nods at his own command. “Yeah, dinner sounds nice. How about tonight?”
Gepard only stares back astonished.
“So…” Sampo puts on an obnoxiously sad expression, eyes gleaming and lips pouty. “You don’t want to be my boyfriend?”
“No! Of course I do, I—” Gepard exhales roughly. “I’ve just never had a boyfriend before. Not sure how it goes.”
Sampo stares at him, and then wheezes. He tosses and turns on the mattress, tears threatening to shed at the sheer absurdity. Gepard only stares at him confused.
“It’s just like having a girlfriend. Nothing different.” Sampo slowly sits up right, body aching, especially his ass and inner thighs (which are still sticky and full of Gepard’s come, but he doesn’t want to lewd up in the morning). “You can kiss, laugh, cuddle, fuck—”
“ No, it’s not that,” Gepard grabs Sampo’s thigh before he can go anywhere, revealing biceps that he really wants to squeeze. “I’ve just never been with you before. Or someone like you.”
Sampo blinks owlishly, then his face shifts into a cat-like smile. “Well, you never know until you find out.”