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"Are you okay?" Gepard asks, voice so soft as if afraid of breaking the bubble of serenity that they’ve built around them.
Sampo’s smile widens. Something cheeky is plotting behind it. “Yeah, perfect, Gep. You feel so good.”
He wraps his arms around his Alpha, shifting where he’s sitting, making both gasp before settling again.
“You can keep working.” Sampo offers, his voice soft.
Gepard gives a once-over to their positions, before continuing back to work. Sampo feels at peace as Gepard writes and writes and writes, everything warm and tingling, his forehead resting on the latter’s shoulder.
Sampo places lazy kisses along Gepard’s neck, his fingertips dancing across his stomach and sides, the light tickle making the younger smile. Sampo could drift to sleep, in all honesty. A pleasant air of drowsiness settled over both of them as he rubs shapes into Gepard. Despite this, he made a conscious effort to keep his eyes open, reminding himself that his top priority was to help Gepard relax and provide him with what he needed. Aeons know he’s way more than content to stay like this.
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“I’m home!” Sampo calls, placing the stolen keys to Gerard’s apartment on the living room table. “Gepard?”
Gepard looks up from his work, his eyes tired and his hair slightly dishevelled. “Sampo?”
Sampo smiles softly, tilting his head. He sits down on the couch, next to Gepard, leaning over to look at the papers in his hand. “Writing up papers again? Thought you hated this kinda thing”
“Let’s just say I owe someone a favour,” Gepard sighs, leaning into Sampo and inhaling. “Missed you.”
Sampo could and would live with a tired Gepard forever. “Aww, you’re too cute!” He manoeuvres his body to face Gepard, his hands cupping his cheeks. “So dutiful, returning your favour with such determination, hmm~?”
“Mm.” Gepard nods mindlessly, resting his head into Sampo’s hands. Man, he’s really out of it. The blond suddenly furrows his eyebrows and scrunches his nose. “Why do you smell different?”
“I do?”
“Yes.” Gepard sniffs harder, leaning in more, meeting his eyes. “It’s not… your usual scent. It’s more brash. Like copper but— sweeter.”
Sampo tilts his head. He doesn’t know who smells like that. He doesn’t know how anyone smells, for that matter. He racks his brain for memories of the morning and afternoon. Woke up, bought food, totally legal sales pitches and money making, patching up that Wildfire boxer, oh. That’s probably it. “I helped Luka today. Patched him up. Kid seemed like he needed it, for once.”
“Who?”
“He’s in Wildfire. I think he’s an Underworld boxer, or something. I’ve seen him around once or twice.”
Gepard blinks. “Oh.”
… Sampo senses something, a smile creeping up on his face. “Oh? Is someone jealous?” He laughs aloud when Gepard pauses, tackles and shoves his face in his chest, grumbling. Sampo laughs gleefully. “It’s okay! He’s younger than both of us, he’s like a pup to me. I think if he scented me, it wasn’t intentional. It was probably because I was close to him.”
Gepard hums noncommittally. Sampo cards through blond locks. They stay like that for a while.
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The urge to tell Gepard to thrust up into him falls secondary behind simply enjoying the feeling of their bodies connected, of comfort and closeness, pleasure still very much present. Mate wants you. Wants to cherish you and love you. If Gepard was jealous, why not indulge once in a while?
Time ticks by, but Sampo pays it no mind, letting himself be lost to the haze of pleasure and heat and closeness. He hears his inner beta yipping happily and rolling on its back. He listens to Gepard’s steady breathing, and can feel his heartbeat when they’re pressed together. He revels in his fingers pressing into his mate’s back and every sigh that leaves the younger’s parted lips.
Just as Gepard flips another sheet of paper, Sampo brings his lips to his neck again, nipping at his skin before adding more pressure. Gepard hums, tilting his head to give Sampo more room. Sampo’s tongue is hot and wet on his neck, and he can feel his own desperation growing. Sampo kisses down to Gepard’s sharp collarbones, licks across his jaw, and playfully nips at the mating mark he placed on the area that his neck and shoulder meet, making Gepard growl and lean forward by the slightest.
Sampo starts moving his hips in small circles, whining softly as he imprints more marks onto his Alpha's skin. Sampo vision blurs from the pleasure that comes with Gepard’s sudden shift, his cock throbbing inside his warm body. He hears a pen drop and roll on the wooden table, onto the ground, and all of a sudden large hands grip Sampo’s waist, fingers digging into soft skin.
“Shh,” He coos, settling Sampo, “let me help, Beta.”
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Gepard sighs harshly. “I don’t…”
Sampo paused the video he was watching. Gepard was back to writing papers, letting Sampo’s feet rest on his lap and his back on the couch’s arm. He looks up from his phone. "Hmm?"
“I don’t— fuck,” Gepard growls, facing Sampo, his icy stare lighting up the room. “I don’t like his scent on you”
Sampo blinks. “What scent?”
“I don’t—” Gepard blinks harshly. "Luka's scent on you is irritating me.” He reaches out his own hand to rest on Sampo’s hip. “Can I… scent you?”
Sampo smiles softly. Gepard is so cute sometimes. “Gepard, you’re so stupid. You don’t have to ask me if you can start scenting, you just do.”
Gepard shifts his eyes to the ground. “Still, I wanted to ask you.”
Sampo perks up. “Well, just know I’ll always say yes if it’s you~”
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Mate calls you. Want, want, want. Sampo feels Gepard guide him up and down his cock, letting him impale himself slowly, over and over. Sampo’s eyes roll back in bliss, contracting around Gepard, making the pool of desire churning in his gut grow and fire lick up his spine. “Ah—! That’s it, Gep, right there, oh…”
Gepard thrusts up into Sampo acutely, and Sampo yelps out of shock, the sound breaking off into a moan when Gepard pulls out to do it again. He feels sparking pleasure through his veins, spreading to his fingertips where they dig into his skin, leaving little crescents and scratches to find in the morning. Gepard groans as he fucks up quicker into Sampo, “Sampo, Sampo…”
They share the feeling of becoming unraveled, Gepard’s controlled thrusts into Sampo’s puffy hole building the cascading tide inside him. He brings Sampo’s head up, finding his lips with his own. It’s little more than a press of their lips, both of them panting too much for anything more, but Gepard still hums happily, the two of them connected in every way.
When Sampo shifts and Gepard fucks up into him again, his cock directly hitting his prostate, Sampo breaks the kiss to cry out, his chest heaving. “Y— yeah, that’s it, what a good boy… what a good Alpha—”
Gepard moves faster, hitting that spot inside Sampo with every thrust, sweat dripping down his neck as his hips buck, quickly losing their rhythm. Sampo feels his whole body shiver from the sheer feeling of Gepard, tears tracking down his face, his lips parted and eyes rolled back even harder in his head as he bounces on his cock.
“Are you gonna come for me, Beta?” Gepard purrs, wrapping his fingers around Sampo’s neglected cock.
“F— fuck!” Sampo trembles, hips snapping forward into Gepard’s hand before he falls back fully on his cock again.
Gepard pumps Sampo’s cock, thumbing over the head, focusing on pleasuring him while he chases his own pleasure inside him.
Sampo comes with a stuttered cry, Gepard’s name tangled in the sound as he trembles. He falls limp against Gepard, white ropes smearing Gepard’s wrist, his hole clenching around Gepard’s cock. Gepard thrusts into him in smooth glides, the wet sounds of their bodies moving together filling the room.
Gepard grips Sampo’s waist again as he bucks his hips into Sampo and stills. Sampo’s vision was getting blurry, his gut erupting with euphoria. Nothing is left but the feeling of Gepard finally comeing, their labored breaths mingling.
Quietness fills the room as they both try to control their breathing. Gepard pulls out and they collapse together in the afterglow. They lay in a tangle of limbs, the energy of the moment still lingering in the air. Finally, Sampo turns to Gepard and whispers, "That was amazing." Sampo wonders if he’ll ever recover from his orgasm.
When Sampo finally isn’t panting anymore, he tilts Gepard’s face to look down at him. He coos softly at the younger’s bitten lips, the way his blond hair is matted to his forehead with sweat, the glazed over look in his hooded eyes. Fuck, his eyes. Sampo pushes a piece of damp strands away from his face. He closes his eyes and takes a shuddering breath.
“Sampo, I...” Gepard starts.
Sampo nods, not letting him finish. “Dear Geppie~ you have to indulge once in a while, no?” Then he falls forward, Gepard throwing his arms around him to catch him.
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"Hey, Sampo!"
Sampo turns around, ears perking. "Hmm?"
Luka struts up to Sampo, too bright for the Underworld's damp atmoshpere. "I just wanted to say thank you for yesterday. Your bandage-wrapping skills are off the hook!"
Sampo doesn't know how to respond properly, so he smiles and nods. "I'm flattered you sought me out to say thanks."
A smile and light blush appear on Luka's face before he stares at Sampo's midsection. He whistles low. "Man, what kinda fight did you get into?"
"Huh?" Sampo looks down to where Luka's eyes are locked on. Hand-shaped bruises form on his skin, varying in color from blue to purple. Sampo's eyes widen a fraction as he realises where they came from.
Sampo chuckles, movements suddenly awkward. "Well, it was tough, for sure. Dude had large hands, totally learned my lesson."
Luka nods along solemnly. "I feel you. Sometimes my opponents seem impossible to beat."
Sampo keeps quiet, assessing his bruises. Shit.
“Come to think of it, your neck as well…” Luka notices Sampo's actions, hands on his hips. "Want me to help you out with those? I think I've got some bruise ointment somewhere back at my place."
Sampo clicks his tongue. "Thanks, but I must decline. These bruises shall heal over time, as long as I know I gained them nobly."
Yeah. Nobly his ass.