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Sampo Koski and Gepard Landau couldn't be any more different.
Both from each other and from any ordinary people.
As a couple, their so-called courtship didn't involve wining and dining. It was breaking and entering on Sampo's part, with some chasing and arresting from Gepard's. But by some strange cosmic miracle, they ended up dating—Sampo would argue it was due to his irresistible charm, and Gepard still questions his life decision to accept the man's proposition every single day.
Despite their whirlwind romance and a lot of judgmental stares from Serval (and Pela, if you can see through the glare of her glasses), they made it work. Gepard would come home to find Sampo lounging around in his new flat in the newly-rebuilt Underworld, even though he could not remember ever giving the blue-haired man a spare key. After spooking Gepard one too many times, the Captain finally gave in and gave Sampo free rein over his living space. Now the (ex?) thief had practically moved into Gepard's home. The blonde would rather take a skinny dip in the middle of the snow plains before he ever admits it, but he liked the company. It was nice to have someone to come home to after a long day clearing the remnants of the Fragmentum or training new cadets. Not to mention that Sampo is a surprisingly good cook. Gepard greatly enjoyed all the times they'd cook together, trying new recipes—even new intergalactic ones introduced by the Trailblazers. And it was really nice to have his boyfriend in the dinner rotation when he felt particularly tired that day.
Boyfriend, huh.
Never in a million Amber Eras would Gepard imagine The Sampo Koski to be a clingy lover. The man seems like an avoidant personified in Gepard's eyes—by Qlipoth, he's infamously dubbed Mr. Cold Feet of all things by the masses. But here they were, snuggling under the warmth of Gepard's weighted blanket. It was nearly suffocating with all their sweaty skin against each other and limbs all tangled together, while Sampo nuzzled his slightly crooked nose against the red-purple marks he freshly left on Gepard's neck and shoulders.
But it was either this or the biting cold of Belobogian nights. So Gepard concedes.
"Oi, Koski," Gepard ran his fingers through Sampo's luscious blue strands before closing his fingers and tugged. "Sampo, stop it. I told you not to leave so many marks."
"You wear your uniform so tight from neck to toes, babe. No one's gonna see them," Sampo mumbled from his position against Gepard's neck still.
"I still have to change in the common locker room, you daft," Gepard rolled his eyes without venom before tilting Sampo's head by the chin and biting his cheek, to the latter's weak protest.
"Good. Everyone needs to know you're taken," Sampo flashed his shit-eating grin that Gepard always wanted to punch off of his face (lovingly) (maybe). "'Sides, it'll be some time again until the next time we can have sex. Excuse me if I wanna give my boyfriend some tender loving!"
Gepard huffed and let Sampo continue with his ministration of nibbling him off into oblivion. He figured that it's only fair, considering he's putting a sex ban on Sampo starting tomorrow.
It wasn't an out-of-nowhere thing, this ban was. Ever since they started dating, Sampo had been roping Gepard into all sorts of bedroom shenanigans—even to the point of getting handsy in some semi-public places like narrow alleyways and dingy Underworld abandoned spots, something Gepard would've never even dreamt of in all the years he's raised in a strict household and even stricter military training.
This went quite well for the first couple of months, whilst they were still in that 'honeymoon phase' of their new relationship. However, after a while, Gepard started to get irritated because all the sex was affecting his work. Serving the country by day and getting his ass obliterated by night (sometimes even during the day!) was beginning to take its toll on his body.
Sampo protested at first, of course. He tried to seduce and sweet-talk Gepard into giving in and cancelling the ban, but the Captain is called the Indomitable Shield of Belobog for a reason. His resolution is as solid as his ice walls, and his will is as sturdy as Preservation itself. In the end, his final offer was a full weekend where Sampo could do anything he wanted with him before the ban officially started.
So Sampo yielded…
...but not without a plan.
—
The third week after the ban was effectively implemented found Sampo waking up earlier than Gepard—which was rare in itself, but the bluenette had immediately gone to have a quick wash in the bathroom, while he usually started his mornings by prodding and rubbing all over Gepard to try his darndest to sway his boyfriend and get laid. He didn't say a word about this lapse in routine while the Captain was busy preparing for the day, and the silence continued when they sat together for breakfast. No roaming hands, no back hugs, no sneaky kisses, nothing.
Even as Gepard was about to head out to work, the taller one just kissed him on the forehead and lips briefly, then they bid their goodbyes as per usual. No tongue, no attempt to make out...
Gepard was pleasantly surprised.
It was suspicious for Sampo to suddenly stop with his relentless pursuit of pleasure, sure. But Gepard would take whatever peace of mind he could at any given time, since no one could predict what would happen after work—Oh, but who was he kidding, even during work hours! So after such a good morning, the Landau heir started his day with high spirits. He went to the tram station from the Underworld with springs in his steps. The Captain greeted and smiled at everyone he met along the way—the passing miners, the Guards at their patrol posts, the street musician. He gave an extra tip to the clerk where he got his morning newspapers and coffee to-go. By Aeons, he even bought some fresh flowers to put on his desk. His day was starting so so so well.
Unexpectedly, this behaviour prevailed until the end of the day. It was Sampo's turn for dinner that day, and he had dutifully done his job flawlessly without pulling any of the Koski Special. No naked apron in an attempt to seduce, no roses. Just a normal dinner of some pasta and juice. Gepard is so proud of his rascal of a boyfriend for behaving for once.
This good behaviour even as they climbed together to bed that night. Gepard put on his reading glasses and opened the novel he's been trying to finish while Sampo typed away on his phone, playing some games the Trailblazers roped him into, by the sound of it.
It was quite peaceful. Even though they're both half-naked on the bed, there's no arguing and push-and-pull involved. Gepard read his book while stroking Sampo's hair, who laid his head on his lap as he mumbled out loud from time to time, completely engrossed in his game. Gepard could really get used to this routine. He smiled softly and kissed Sampo on the nose just before they slept that night, which was returned in kind. No exaggeration, no winks.
Gepard would have to make sure to reward Sampo for his patience when the time comes. And for the first time in a while, Gepard is looking forward to it.
Against all odds and the admittedly-always-there doubt that Gepard harboured for his boyfriend, Sampo managed to follow through until the end of the ban. And for the duration of it, the blonde had made sure to reward him with little things like cooking his favourite foods, letting him pick his favourite movies during date nights, and even indulging in trying his silly little mobile game a bit.
Now, though, that the ban is lifted, Gepard is looking forward to being intimate with his boyfriend again. They still cuddled and kissed here and there, sure. But nothing beats being embraced so tightly in Sampo's arms while they were connected in a way that is more than physical. And a whole month without release... well, Gepard was a normal young man with needs at the end of the day. He started to feel the pent up, and he's sure that Sampo was, too. Especially with a libido as high as his, Sampo must've felt so stressed.
So Gepard braced himself for a long night, the day the sex ban was supposed to end. He half expected Sampo to immediately pounce on him as he stepped past the threshold, and half expected his boyfriend to... maybe beg? Or whine for them to get in bed already? All but... this.
This, whatever the fuck this is that Gepard came home to.
The first thing he noticed was that all the lights were off, and there was no sign of Sampo. Not until he got to the living room, where he found Sampo fast asleep on the couch—his maroon jacket strewn carelessly on the backrest as he snored away without care in the world, still clutching a receipt paper of transaction proof that Gepard recognised as a piece of evidence he asked Sampo's assistance in investigating some days ago.
Gepard was baffled. He thought his boyfriend would be more excited about these kinds of matters than he was, but oh well, maybe Sampo was just exhausted tonight. It happened with either of them sometimes—seeing as the rebuilding effort of Belobog post-Stellaron was currently in full swing, and both men held pretty pivotal roles in the Over and Underworlds alike. In the end, Gepard just did the sensible thing and moved to nudge his boyfriend slightly to make his presence known before assisting him to get to bed, before joining him shortly after.
The next day, Gepard finally brought it up while they were eating dinner, having missed Sampo in the morning because the bluenette was already gone out for whatever business he had that day when Gepard woke up.
The blonde cleared his throat before starting, and Sampo glanced up against the rim of his mug. "Uhm. You know, it– it has already ended…" Now that he was actually saying it out loud Gepard suddenly felt kind of silly. He coughed again, not meeting Sampo's eyes.
Sampo tilted his head as he put the mug down, the warm drink heating him from the inside but he wasn't sure he understood what his gorgeous boyfriend was hinting at. "What is? Sorry babe, I'm afraid I'm not following...?"
This wasn't the answer the Silvermane Captain was expecting. At all. Is this guy for real? Is this still the same Sampo he dated months ago??
"The... uh... no.. sex.. thing?"
Sampo's face lit up a bit as he nodded, understanding finally dawning on him. "Oh yeah! Totally forgot about that," he mused as he got back to the food in front of him, stabbing another meatball with his fork.
That's it??? Gepard was thoroughly perplexed now.
"Uhm. Are you not... gonna do anything about it?" The blonde asked again tentatively.
"No? Do you want to...?" Sampo asked back, seemingly as confused as Gepard.
What?
"Oh! Uh.. no. Not at the moment…" Gepard lied through his teeth, and Sampo shrugged before expertly changing the subject to the respective days they had and if they should do the dishes together today.
What the hell was happening here? Why was he becoming the horny one in the relationship now? It was supposed to be Sampo's role, for Qlipoth's sake! Well, if Sampo is not in the mood, then he'd wait, no problem. He'll probably be back to his flirty, seductive self in no time now that he's aware that the ban is lifted. Gepard is so sure of that. Of course, he can wait. Patience is a virtue and all that. He can wait.
He can wait…
He can wait…
He. Can't. Wait.
Gepard Landau was positively going crazy. No professional diagnosis needed.
It's been two weeks since the ban was lifted. Not one! TWO! That's a whole fourteen days on top of the whole month of no sex with Sampo! Gepard was starting to get restless from all the pent-up frustration, but he refused to ask for Sampo's assistance. The latter hadn't initiated anything past cuddling for two whole weeks, not even any make-out sessions or heavy petting thinly veiled as snuggles. Not even when Gepard tried to subtly grind onto him while they cuddled in the morning—while they both were still trying to shake themselves away from the clutches of slumber, and Gepard felt Sampo's morning wood pressing onto his backside. Nothing, even when Gepard tried to sneakily lick his way into making out. It was like Sampo suddenly swore on abstinence or something ever since that day approximately a month ago, then promptly avoided all things that might lead to coitus out of wedlock. Wait.. did he have to marry Sampo first before he could go back to being intimate with that rascal?
By Amber Lord's great wall… all of this was driving Gepard nuts.
Or maybe it's just that. All the pent-up sexual frustration was starting to get to him. Yes, that must be it.
And so Gepard tried masturbating for the very first time since he got into this relationship with Sampo. He tried to pleasure himself as best as he could with what he remembered he used to do. He tried to stroke himself, fingered himself in several different positions, even dug out his old friend—a dusty old dildo that hadn't seen the light of day since... well. Since he's got the real thing at the ready to satisfy him anytime, anywhere. This new substitute even came with several benefits, such as warm hugs and wet kisses. Words of affirmation at times, and downright degrading phrases that just turned Gepard on more and more. Not to mention that said 'real dick' is attached to a very attractive body belonging to a man he oh so loved—though he's not so sure nowadays, he kind of wanted to strangle his boyfriend in his sleep. Though he couldn't, even if he tried, deny that Sampo had that gorgeous (annoyingly so) face, sharp jawline, delicious neck down to the collarbones... hard pecs... lean torso and narrow waist... those delectable dips of his hipbones.... Ah. Fuck!
Gepard couldn't do this alone. He tried and tried to jack off, even to the image of his own boyfriend.
But it's just not the same. Though he managed to climax several different times, it only left him more unsatisfied and frustrated.
His mood had gotten sourer the longer this… situation dragged on. He easily snapped at his fellow Guards over the smallest things. He even, honest-to-Aeons, hissed at Serval when the latter asked him what was wrong one day. He was becoming so prickly that none of the other Captains had offered him any overtime like usual, leaving Gepard with more free time, but that's precisely the problem. Every time he came home on time and found Sampo still out assisting the Wildfire, all the frustration came crashing back down.
Thus, Gepard sat on his bed, alone, after another session of miserable attempts at masturbating. The lubed-up dildo was lying sadly beside him. His hole was left gaping and twitching, unsatisfied and deprived of the thing it really wanted. His cock seemingly forgot how to get hard if it wasn't Sampo that touched him. He cursed again and kicked the blankets off. The main source of his stress is currently out of town for an expedition, as Doctor Natasha had helpfully informed him this afternoon. He was on a mission to retrieve something for the Doctor from one of her brother's old warehouses out in the snow plains. Trekking up and down the hills could take around three to four days, and up to a week if one got super unlucky with the weather and monster activities—Gepard knew this better than anyone, after all.
He was glad, though, that Sampo was slowly but surely pulling out from the 'shadier' part of the business and was starting to focus on helping the establishment of Belobog after the border between Under and Overworld was reopened and the Stellaron crisis alleviated. He's glad that his boyfriend was doing the good deeds; he really did. But why now? Why was he going on an expedition to help the sick children of the Underworld and leaving his sexually frustrated boyfriend alone at home???
Wait. This isn't right.
He is Gepard Landau, the Captain of the Silvermane Guards. The protector of Belobog. The heir to the noble Landau name. He took an oath to serve the people, for Qlipoth's sake! He shouldn't be so selfish like this.
So with shaky hands, Gepard picked the discarded dildo back up and positioned it against his opening, sucking up all the negative thoughts in his head.
Just for tonight, Gepard thought as he started to thrust the toy in.
"I will confront Sampo properly tomorrow when he gets back," Gepard thought as he pathetically tried to angle the toy while he started thrusting, trying to hit his own sweet spots while tears began to well up in the corner of his eyes.
—
Almost a week had passed, and it was the day Sampo was scheduled to be back. He hadn't been around when Gepard got ready for work, but he figured it was best to wait for the evening, anyway. So Gepard left the house with every intent of getting laid that night. He had to make sure it happened or else.
As he got back home that evening, he noticed Sampo's trekking shoes by the door. So he's back! Gepard quickly took off his boots and coat before making his way inside. But what greeted him was another failure, so it seems.
There was a huge, suspiciously Sampo-Koski-shaped bundle of moving blanket in their kitchen. And by the look of it, the bundle was currently boiling something.
"Sampo?" Gepard walked closer to the kitchen and sucked a breath in surprise as Sampo turned around to face him.
His face was as red as a fuming automaton, and his body was just as warm. Sampo was sweating bullets and had a terrible runny nose. His droopy eyes looked even sleepier, and his voice was scratchy when he tried to talk. "Hey, Gep. Didn't notice you coming in, sorry," he croaked. Gepard winced at the sorry state he found his boyfriend in, and all the horniness suddenly didn't matter anymore—he was entering full-on mother hen mode.
"I'm– what? Did you catch a cold? Have you gone to Doctor Natasha?" Gepard fussed over the taller and placed a hand over his forehead to feel the concerning warmth before running his fingers against his hair and jaw, soothing him a bit with his ice-infused power. The corner of his eyes softened a bit as Sampo leaned into his touch, seeking the comforting temperature.
"Yeah... she gave me sumn' for the fever and the flu. So I'm kinda drowsy right now. S'rry babe.." Sampo mumbled as he nuzzled his cheek against the Captain’s palm.
"It's fine. Just. Go get some rest, I'll get the tea and compress for you," Gepard frantically shoved Sampo out of the kitchen and to the spare room where they stay when either of them gets sick.
"Mhmm.. Thanks, Gep," Sampo mumbled and was out like a candle as soon as his head hit the pillow.
Welp, looks like this matter of the dicks had to wait again—now he had a big baby with the flu that needs to be taken care of.
Sampo recovered from his sickness at record speed, just like always. He was as good as new in just a couple of days. But now he was roped in by Serval to be the substitute bassist for her band's upcoming show. Oh, to be beaten by your own flesh and blood in the race that is acquisiting your own boyfriend.
Gepard really wanted to tear all his hair off his head this time.
He thought back on all the obstacles that made his advances go ignored, or why wouldn't Sampo initiate anything? Before this, not even their busy schedules could have hindered Sampo from persuading him to get intimate. The bluenette didn't seem to ever take time or place into consideration once he decided he wanted to take Gepard right there and then.
So, what changed?
Did Sampo cheat on him with some other guys or prostitutes because of the sex ban? That's unlikely. They knew each other's schedules, and Sampo's always at home on time... or maybe there were things he was unaware of? But again, people around them—those who actually know about their relationship at least—were most likely Team Gepard when it came to the couple. If Sampo really did cheat with someone, somebody from the Wildfire or even the Overworld will most likely alert him if they haven't already beaten Sampo up into pulp themselves on his behalf. As sneaky Sampo could be, this just didn't feel like something he'd do anyway—that, Gepard was sure.
Okay, if the issue was not on Sampo then...
Gepard stared at his reflection on the full-body mirror in their shared bedroom. The reflection stared back; still blonde-haired and blue-eyed. But with subtle dark circles under the eyes and his cheeks seemingly sunken a bit.
'Is it me, then..?' Gepard frowned; the reflection frowned right back at him.
'Am I ugly? Am I no longer desirable?' He looked down at his own body and lifted his shirt. Okay, the abs were still there.
Wait. Are those fat around his hips and waist?!
He had been more careless about his diet after dating Sampo, after all. Damn, he really needs to get it together.
But of course, it was at this awkward moment that the said boyfriend chose to make his entrance. He was busy preparing for the show with Mechanical Fever that night in the other room. Gepard was invited as well, of course. He was just waiting for Sampo to be done changing.
"Gep? What are you doing?" Sampo asked from the doorway of their room. He shrugged the leather jacket Serval told him to wear on. Sampo looked so so so good tonight, and so fucking delectable—it was making Gepard even more frustrated.
"You see, I'm just," Gepard sighed and fixed his shirt back down. He was wearing a fitted black turtleneck sweater and plaid pants. It's the only attire he owns that was deemed fit for Serval's shows. All the others were too 'stiff', they said.
"Am I getting fat, Sampo?" He asked nervously.
"What? Where did this come from?" Sampo asked as he stood behind Gepard by the mirror. They stared together at their reflections.
"Maybe I should really cut off on the Underworld's street foods and add more miles to my daily run..." the blonde mumbled, Sampo's question totally went past him.
"Hey hey. Gep. What's up? What's wrong? Talk to me," Sampo was frowning now. He grabbed Gepard's shoulders and turned him around to face him.
Gepard snapped at that.
"No, Sampo Koski, you tell me what's wrong!" He jabbed a finger at Sampo's chest. Furious sapphire eyes met confused emeralds.
"What??"
"You tell me why you won't ever touch me again! Tell me why you never initiated anything anymore! Tell me if you've gotten bored with me, and I'll gladly walk away!" Gepard was full on shaking now. He jabbed and jabbed on Sampo's chest as he shook. Tears started to spill while he let out all the frustration that had been welling up inside him all this time. "You tell me if you've found someone better, someone prettier, someone sexier to fuck around with!" Gepard took a shuddering breath. "I'm just— so, so frustrated. Am I not desirable anymore to you?? Tell me, Koski!!" Gepard heaved a sob and covered his face with both hands as he tried to calm down and regulate his breathing the old military-fashioned way, while Sampo just stood there, stunned to silence.
"Was that all this was about?" Sampo started. He moved to grab Gepard's arms, and when the blonde refused to budge, he started to use his words. "Gepard Landau, look at me."
Gepard flinched a bit at the use of his full government name. He sighed long and heavy before lowering his arms and staring back at his boyfriend with glassy eyes. "I-I'm sorry for snapping at you. I didn't mean to..."
"Hey now, that's not what I wanted to address here," Sampo whispered as he used his thumbs to wipe Gepard's tears. "Listen to me, Geppie. And listen well," Sampo pulled him into his arms as Gepard didn't show any sign of stopping his shaking anytime soon. The blonde then immediately buried his face in his boyfriend's chest. The salesman smelled so good, and his mind is a numb jumble of mess right now. He's just so tired yet unbelievably horny at the moment.
"Gepard, you know I've been pining over you for what? Years! Even before we got together. Do you really think I would let you go so easily after scoring you?? Let alone for someone else? I used my entire life's worth of luck to get you to even tolerate me!" Sampo grinned and cupped Gepard's face delicately, making him look up so he could stare into those teary sapphire eyes as he talked. "So get those silly thoughts out of your pretty little head now, yeah?" Sampo smiled as Gepard pouted.
"B-but you no longer wanted to sleep with me..."
"That, darling," Sampo smirked and tilted Gepard's head so he faced the mirror again.
"All you needed to do was ask," the blue-haired menace smirked.
Gepard gasped as the realization hit him. "Sampo—! You..."
Sampo moved his body so they could face the mirror properly. He snuck his arms around Gepard's torso and rested his chin on the blondee's shoulder.
"Anyone would have to be blind not to drool over this body, babe," he whispered as he slipped a hand under Gepard's sweater.
"T-then why...?"
"You've banned me from touching you. Do you know how frustrating it is for me, hm?" Sampo asked as his hand started to trail further up, bringing Gepard's shirt with the movement. Sampo smirked at their reflection, his emerald eyes seemed to glow in the dim light of their bedroom.
"Seeing you every single day, being this close but not allowed to touch. Do you know how hard it is?" The bluenette's crafty fingers found purchase, and they rubbed as nipple, rolling the pert bud softly between two fingers. "Had to jerk off every night to the thought of you, my sweet thing," he kissed Gepard's neck as he pinched hard.
It earned a pleasured gasp from the blonde. He bucked his hips to grind against Sampo as he threw his head back. "Please," he pleaded, teary eyes staring into Sampo's dark ones as the bluenette kept on teasing his chest, alternating from one nipple to another.
"Please, what? You can do better than that. We've waited for two whole months, afterall," Sampo smirked as he stared back at Gepard through the mirror in front of them.
Gepard blushed furiously as he looked at himself in the mirror—he always hated how blotchy his fair skin looked whenever he blushed, an opinion firmly disagreed upon by Sampo. The merchant is a devout believer that Gepard is the prettiest when he blushes.
Gepard whined and tried to shy away from Sampo's touch, in contrast with his earlier plea. "N-not here..." Gepard mumbled against Sampo's neck, suddenly embarrassed.
"Nah, we don't have the luxury to get changed again, baby. Wouldn't want to keep your sister waiting for too long now, do we?"
Gepard whimpered at that. He hates it when Sampo is right. So he braced himself and stared at his boyfriend through the mirror, face still messy with tears and hair all messy again. With Sampo's hand still in his shirt and the bulge apparent in his pants, he looks totally wrecked already even though Sampo hadn't really done anything.
"Please... fuck me..." Gepard sobbed, feeling his frustration mounting quickly. "I've been waiting. I've been trying to do it myself... but it wasn't enough," he whined, moaning when he felt Sampo's erection through the confines of their pants. "Need you, Sampo. Please."
"Fuck. Look at you, begging for me so prettily. If only you did this sooner, hm?" Sampo smirked as he quickly worked on Gepard's pants. He kissed along the blonde's jaw and bit on his ear seductively.
Sampo made quick work of opening Gepard's pants and pulled them along with his boxers down his thighs. He then slid his hand down Gepard's taint to touch his opening, only to find it already puffy and loose. "Did you...?"
"I told you it wasn't enough! I can't get off anymore if it isn't you, it's driving me crazy!"
"Fuck. Okay," Sampo retreated his hands briefly from Gepard's body to pull his own pants down. Gepard heard more than saw the telltale sound of the lube bottle opening as Sampo slicked his dick with it.
Yes. Yes. Finally...!
Only for Sampo to slide his cock in between his thighs instead.
Wait. What?
"Sampo.. what—?"
"You thought that was enough to get back at you for making me wait more than a month? Think again, sweetheart. Be grateful that I've even given you this, you slut."
The blonde was made utterly confused, and he'd find it in himself to argue more if he wasn't unbelievably turned on right now. The degrading word just pushed Gepard closer to the edge—cursing his boyfriend to know what buttons to push to get him riled up instantly. He didn't want Sampo to stop, so he'd take whatever his boyfriend was willing to give right now. He tightened his thighs together and started grinding back. It felt good, but it was nowhere near enough. He moaned out loud every time Sampo's tip and shaft grazed over his loosened hole. It felt so close, yet so, so far. Like he could taste it on the tip of his tongue, but it kept slipping away—not unlike those candied sugar the Underworld children loved to eat. The Captain's own cock is already hard and leaking at the moment, completely abandoned by both of them.
"Sampo... it's not enough... please.." Gepard begged as he grabbed Sampo's hand over his pecs. He squeezed them together in a silent plea.
"Be a good boy for me tonight, and I'll consider it. How about that?" Sampo whispered hotly against his ear as he kept moving his hips back and forth, trying to chase his own release. The Captain could only nod; any train of thought he was hoping to form immediately snuffed just like one of Sampo's smoke bombs. He mewled lewdly as the taller's thumb padded over his perk nipples—he'd really go mad if he had to wait for another day to get railed.
"Good," Sampo seemed satisfied with Gepard's response. He moved his hips faster as Gepard flexed his thighs, giving Sampo more friction when he felt the cock in between his legs twitching. Sampo pulled back as he felt the telltale knot in the pit of his belly getting more intense. He reached down to stroke his own cock to release and aimed his cum onto Gepard's underwear.
He pulled Gepard closer and sneakily slipped his tip into Gepard's opening, spurting the last of his spend into him, earning a lewd moan from the latter.
After he was done, Sampo pulled out and fixed his and Gepard's pants. Completely disregarding Gepard's dissatisfied protests and still-leaking dick.
"Keep it for the whole show, and you might get rewarded. Be good for me, baby?" Sampo whispered against Gepard's lips as he pulled him in for a wet kiss.
Gepard, with pants full of his boyfriend's cum and some even dripping from his own unsatisfied hole, could only nod dumbly. It felt so gross and sticky, but he would do anything at this point to win Sampo's favour. Even if it means going to his own sister's show with... that. Oh, Aeons…
Going along with Sampo's whims was always easier said than done. As soon as they stepped out from their shared space, Gepard was hyper aware of the... sticky situation in between his legs.
"S- Sampo.. I don't think this is a good idea after all," Gepard whispered to his boyfriend as they sat together in the cable car that would bring them up to the surface. He squirmed uncomfortably in his seat and felt the warm stickiness between his legs. He was hyper aware of the painfully hard cock in between his legs despite covering it with a jacket tied up around his waist.
"Aww. Giving up so soon?" Sampo smirked, "I thought you were gonna be good for me, hm?"
"Fuck you, Sampo Koski," Gepard hissed, his cheeks reddening at his boyfriend's remarks.
"No, I thought you were the one wanting to get fucked, are you not?"
Gepard grumbled under his breath and pouted until they reached the building where Serval's show would be held.
"Okay, I'll be going backstage now. You should get a place with the best view. I'll see you in the crowd, Princess," Sampo winked, then pecked the blonde's cheek before sauntering off to the backstage area to join the band.
Gepard took a long breath and prayed to Qlipoth for some strength to get through tonight. By the Amber Lord, Sampo looked extra hot when he's playing, and the motherfucker knew it. The Captain would have to keep it in his pants for... what? A couple more hours? Yeah, pfft. No big deal. He has done two months of this. Four hours is nothing to him.
Gepard went inside the building and squeezed himself through a sea of people to get near the stage. It was packed, just like usual. And Gepard is still painfully aware of the sticky situation between his legs. Sampo really wasn't making it easy for him, but when had he? He guessed it was what he signed up for when he fell for the ex-con all those months ago.
Gepard waited with the crowd and when the MC announced Mechanical Fever and the band stepped on the stage, his head spins he saw stars.
It was proving to be a lot harder than he thought.
After going backstage, it seems like Sampo had gotten touched up with some make up and hair-do. He's looking... Well, none of the thoughts currently in Gepard's head is appropriate for a Silvermane Guard, let alone its Captain. But as Sampo Koski's lover? He'd do anything to get that fine specimen of a man to pin him to a wall and ravish him thoroughly, work the next day be damned.
He saw Sampo's eyes scan the crowd as the first song's intro started playing, no doubt looking for him. When their eyes locked, he could've sworn Sampo was smirking and winking at him. This scroundel..
Gepard was jolted out of his sulky musings when a girl who stood beside him squealed, thinking the fanservice was directed to her and the Captain had to hold back a strong urge to roll his eyes. Yeah, as if. Missy, you're not the one with his... cum... in... between your legs...
The cold reminder during the short burst of pettiness erupted Gepard's face into a pretty red blush. Gosh, Sampo had marked him thoroughly hadn't he?
The thought of it makes Gepard bring his legs close together and he could feel the dampness of his underwear. Some of the jizz has dried against his thighs but with the amount that Sampo left and his constantly leaking cock, it was like a never ending torture.
The rest of the show went by like a blur of colorful lights and montage of rock n’ roll for Gepard. And in the centre of it all was a pair of luscious emerald eyes, seemingly never leaving his sight and pulling him closer and closer enchantingly. Gepard's patience could only last so long.
So he stomped backstage after the show. Some of the bouncers recognized him immediately and let him through without problem. The Captain bee-lined towards his boyfriend, grabbed him by the collar, and threw a quick greeting for his sister and coworker without sparing any glances.
"My, what's with the rush? Not staying for a chat?" Serval raised a brow as her red-faced baby brother started to drag a very smug Sampo out.
"Another time, Serval!"
And off they go. She exchanged a knowing look with Pela and let the topic die unanimously.
Gepard dragged Sampo all the way to one of the secluded back alleys by the venue and cursed when he saw that there's already a couple occupying it. For Qlipoth's sake! Can everyone in this universe stop cockblocking him for ONCE?!
Ignoring the baffled couple, Gepard growled and grabbed Sampo's hand, dragging him away once more.
"Aren't we going back to our place?" Sampo asked as he was led through the streets of nighttime Belobog overworld. They moved in together to a newly built Underworld flat not long after getting together, but Gepard didn't think he'd survive the ride back without wanting to straddle Sampo right there and then in the cable car. If that came to pass, he'd have to turn in and arrest himself for public indecency. Can't have that.
"We're going to my old place," Gepard answered curtly, and Sampo grinned. It has been a while since they've been there, after all. As the heir of the Landau Family, Gepard is privy to several assets both in the Over and Underworlds. Not that any of them mattered to the Captain… until now, apparently. He silently thanked the Amber Lord for his past self’s foresight to not sell the place immediately after moving out, if only just because it could get him fucked stupid by his insufferable boyfriend a minute sooner right now.
As soon as the door closed behind them, Sampo pushed Gepard to the nearest wall and started kissing him hungrily. The Captain made a pleased noise and wrapped his arms and legs around Sampo's body, responding to the kiss just as enthusiastically.
"You should've seen yourself," Sampo gasped in between kisses, hissing as Gepard bit his lower lip possessively. "You looked so hot under all those lights. Did you notice all the folks staring at your body? The fact that I know you've got my cum all over you while you stood there in the middle of the very people you've sworn to protect is turning me on so fucking bad," Sampo whispered as he left bold marks along the column of Gepard's neck, trailing his way downwards while pulling his turtleneck down.
"Mnh.. You're one to talk, Mr. Bassist," Gepard bit back as he yanked Sampo's head back by the hair. The latter smirked widely at the rough treatment. So that's how he chose to play tonight.
"Yeah? Enjoyed the show, Captain Landau?" Sampo bucked his hips up against Gepard, making the blonde grunt.
"I'd enjoy it more if you stopped talking and give me the dicking you've promised. Haven't I been good enough boy to you, Mr. Koski?" Gepard whispered against Sampo's ear seductively and licked the outer shell before nibbling. He knew Sampo is especially sensitive there and he did it just to be a little shit and rile Sampo up.
"Captain Landau, you better have your leave permit ready because you're not going anywhere," Sampo growled as he carried Gepard to his bedroom. As grabby hands roamed on each other’s body, their clothes quickly formed a trail from the threshold to the bedroom, leaving them naked as they reached the bed and fell together, Sampo on top of Gepard in a tight embrace.
"Did you keep any condoms and lube here?" Sampo questioned as he pulled back a bit to take the remaining of their clothing and searched for the supplies.
"Don't need 'em. Hurry," Gepard whined as he spread his legs. His thick thighs are glistening with the remaining of Sampo's spunk, and his hole is dripping and twitching. He reached down to slick some of his own pre all over the shaft of his hard cock, then ran a finger along his taint to his hole. Sampo salivated at the sight.
"Fuck. So eager for me, yeah?" Sampo grinned and started to stroke his own leaking cock to get it to full hardness. He spat onto his palm and used it to lube his shaft up. "You asked for this."
"Just hurry!"
"So impatient, Captain," Sampo tsk-ed in mock annoyance as he aligned the tip of his cock against Gepard's opening. "Bear with it," they hissed in tandem as Sampo started pushing in slowly.
'Finally! Finally! Finally!' Gepard's mind chanted despite the stinging sensation in between his legs.
"What, you've been looking forward to this that much?" Sampo chuckled in disbelief as he paused to let Gepard adjust, grinning while he stared at the blissed out expression on his boyfriend’s usually impassive face.
Whoops did Gepard say that out loud? Whatever. The feeling of being filled full with Sampo is all he had in mind right now. It's been... what? Two and half months since he got intimate with his boyfriend? Desperate was an understatement. The hot sensation of conjoining with the man he adored after so long, and the hard press of Sampo’s throbbing shaft against all his sensitive spots was just heavenly.
Gepard gave an experimental roll of his hips after a while and clenched his hole to urge Sampo on. "Yeah, I missed you a lot."
Oh.
Oh that’s—
Gepard Landau will be his undoing and Sampo Koski is a weak, weak man indeed.
One sweet talk from the blonde beauty below him and all the bravado from earlier that evening went poof. Gone along with his sanity.
"Fuck. You might really need that leave permit afterall," Sampo grunted as he started thrusting away with a rhythm he knew by heart by now.
Gepard moaned loud and long as Sampo hit his prostate spot on, the stretch and each drags stung a bit due to their lack of preparation, but Gepard relished in the burn. They've done kinkier shit than this thanks to his freak of a boyfriend.
"Fuck. Sampo, that's it."
"I love it when you curse," Sampo grinned before leaning down for a passionate kiss. He felt more than see when Gepard latched his fingers on his blue strands again and pulled, earning a low grunt from the merc. "The ever prim and proper Captain Landau, reduced to nothing but moans and expletives when fucked silly."
The harsh tug he felt on his scalp was the only answer he got, and Sampo understood a challenge when faced with one. So he started nuzzling along Gepard's neck and bites. Hard.
"Ahh!" Gepard yelped just as Sampo hit his sweet spot once more.
"Mine," Sampo mumbled against the juncture of the blonde's neck and shoulder as he peppered little bites and kisses, his hips never ceasing in their rhythm.
"Sampo, c-close," Gepard moved to spread his legs wider and wrapped them around Sampo's waist to pull him closer.
"Fuck. Me too," Sampo thrusted roughly once, twice, thrice, then tried to pull back only to get locked in place by Gepard's strong legs.
"Inside! Inside!" Gepard reached down and started stroking his own cock as he pleaded to Sampo, drool pooled on the corners of his lips as he slowly lost grip on sanity, feeling his orgasm coming closer with each stroke and thrust of Sampo's hips. Each drag of that hot rod inside brought him closer and closer to the edge. The bluenette reached down to take over Gepard's hands. He swiped his thumb over the blonde's slit and twisted his wrist a bit and Gepard is a goner, Sampo following closely behind as Gepard's hole clenched tightly around him while he climaxed hard. Sampo’s body shook a bit, sheathing himself snugly as he spurted thick ropes of cum inside the blonde who's still trembling and spasming under him.
"Shit. You always hated it if I came too much inside," Sampo hissed as his oversensitive cock still gets milked by Gepard's velvety walls.
"Mmn. 's okay. Wanted this. Needed this," Gepard slurred as he regained some clarity. "So warm. I missed you," he cupped Sampo's cheeks and squished them before leaving butterfly kisses all over his face.
"You okay, Gep?" Sampo chuckled as Gepard kissed the tip of his nose. “I missed you too, baby. You have no idea,” he nuzzled his cheek against the blonde’s.
"Mhm. Stay like this for awhile, I've waited too long for this," Gepard cracked one sapphire eye open to glare at Sampo. "Don't ever deprive me for this long ever again."
Sampo laughed at that and adjusted his position on top of the Captain so they could cuddle comfortably without Sampo having to pull out nor going too far. "You started it first! A whole month of no sex! Imagine being ME?"
"Mnn.. maybe I should make it around two weeks next time?"
"There isn't any next time, you hear me! Not being able to hold you like this is a torture," the bluenette pouted.
Gepard grinned at his boyfriend's tantrum. He planted another kiss on the latter's temple. "As a sorry you can do anything to me tonight," Gepard smirked, his eyes sparked with playful intent.
Sampo really has rubbed off him a lot.
"I have the leave permit ready," the blonde ended it with a whisper against Sampo's lips.
Sampo's eyes widened as he stared at his boyfriend, his cock twitched with interest. "You're not leaving this bed with functional legs when I'm done with you, ya hear me, Cap'n?" he smirked as Gepard flipped their position so he could straddle his infuriatingly handsome boyfriend.
"A win in my book,” Gepard answered as he surged forward for a kiss, ready for round two.