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One of Gepard's hands grabbed both of Sampo's wrists, while the other went to firmly hold his shoulder, pining him chest first against the wall.
Gepard’s own chest pressed into Sampo’s back as the criminal started to wiggle beneath his grip.“Don't move, Koski,” He whispered, voice low and dangerously close to the Sampo’s ear.
After all the running and escapes. Finally Gepard had his hands on Sampo, and he allowed himself to let the small feeling of triumph settle in for a second.
But Sampo only smirked, his eyes glinting with mischief under the dim streetlight, like Gepard hadn’t him pressed against the cold wall of an alleyway. “You're always so serious, Captain,” Sampo said, an alluring note lacing every word.
Gepard suddenly became very aware of the position they were in and how close they were.
He wasn't in uniform but instead in a more casual outfit as he came here simply to check on the latest rumour about Sampo’s shady dealings and didn't want to bring too much attention on him. Arrest had never been part of the plan—not unless Sampo proved himself guilty. But when the blue-haired man bolted at the first sight of him, Gepard instinctively followed, and now here they were, pressed together in a shadowy alley.
From the outside, anyone passing by would probably assume they were a couple having an intimate moment in a alleyway.
Sampo shifted, a small move that felt deliberate and that had his butt rubbing against Gepard's crotch area which sent a jolt up directly the captain's spine. “Hmm… so tense,” Sampo whispered, his voice low and sultry. “Relax a little… I haven't done anything, captain.”
Every instinct screamed to him to keep it under control. Sampo’s teasing was a challenge that Gepard could resit but would always eventually lost to when he was alone back home
“Then… why did you run the moment you saw me, Koski,” He asked.
Sampo tilted his head, that usual, infuriating smirk on his lips, as if the question itself were part of a game. “Maybe I just wanted to see if you would chase after me,” he replied, voice teasing, each pronounced word felt like they were meant to test Gepard’s composure.
Gepard stiffened slightly, the thrill of having Sampo so close and in such a position making it hard to focus only on duty. “Is that so?” He murmured.
“Or maybe because I like watching you chase me as well as seeing how far you'll go to get your hands on me,” he said, leaning back slightly to let his back brush against the captain's chest, sending every of his nerves on fire.
Gepard’s breath hitched, and he had to fight to keep his voice steady. “You’re impossible, Koski,” he said, though there was a edge to the words that betrayed just how affected he was.
Sampo pressed a little closer, the warmth of his body against Gepard’s making it nearly impossible to think clearly. “Am I?”
Gepard tightened his grip just enough to assert some semblance of control, though the way his pulse was racing was undeniable. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Koski,” he murmured but the words came out more breathy than intended.
“Danger’s what makes it fun, Captain,” Sampo laughed softly, a teasing, breathy sound that made Gepard’s pulse spike. “And from the looks of it you seem to be enjoying this game as much as I am,” he whispered, grinding his ass against the bulge that had started to form in Gepard’s pants.
Gepard swallowed hard, his pulse quickening as he tried—and failed—to hide the way Sampo’s teasing had him completely off balance.
Gepard hesitated for a fraction of a second, then shifted his hand that was resting on Sampo's shoulder to rest on his exposed hip while the other remained on his wrists.
A soft and low hum slipped from Sampo as his eyes lingering on Gepard as if studying his reaction. “Getting a little more… confident, are we, Captain?” He whispered, the mischievous tilt in his voice impossible to miss.
“I'm simply making sure you don't get away,” he said, yet with the way his ears flushed and his voice got quieter made him question if that was the entire truth.
“Why would I even want to get away? Im exactly where I want to be,” Sampo explained, every syllable mingled with that sultry tone that had Gepard going crazy.
Sampo tilted his head back, that infuriating smirk dancing on his lips. “You don't need to hide that you're enjoying this… having me against the wall with your cock pressing against my ass.”
Gepard placed his head on Sampo’s shoulder, eyes fluttering shut for a moment before he let out a shaky breath and muttered, his voice quiet and strained. “You're not making this easy, Koski.”
Sampo’s smirk only widened at that, clearly enjoying the effect he had on the captain.“Is that so?” He teased, grinding his butt against Gepard’s groin again.
Gepard groaned, his breath hot against Sampo's neck. He had been holding back for so long. It wouldn't be that bad if he gave in—only this once.
The blond's hand on Sampo’s hip moved lower until it reached the waistband of his pants. Gepard kept his hand there for a few seconds, and when he didn't receive any complaints but instead a pleased hum from Sampo, he lowered the man's pants to his knees.
“My, my, Captain. Looks like someone's forgetting where we currently are,” Sampo purred. “And that it is not exactly the most discreet place for… whatever it is you’re planning.”
Right, Gepard had almost forgot. But he was already way too deep in this to care about where they were, the street to which the alley lead to was indeed kind of busy but it wasn't like people actually entered this alley that often, they simply only passed in front.
They just needed to be discreet to not attract attention from passerby that's all.
“You better be quiet, then,” he advised, but the way it was said made it sound more like a command than anything.
That answer appeared to have caught the salesman off guard. His eyes widened and the confident grin that had been on his face for the past minutes vanished, instead replaced by a hesitant, nervous smile.
Sampo chuckled nervously, looking at the entrance of the alley where people where passing by, obvious to what was happening here, then back at Gepard.
“You're not seriously planning to—”Sampo's began but his sentence was cut off short by a soft noise escaping his lips the moment Gepard’s finger slid between his folds.
He instinctively tried to lift his hands to cover his mouth, but the firm grip Gepard had on his wrists made it impossible to. He let out a small, frustrated noise, as his attempts kept falling.
“C-come on… at least free my hands,” Sampo stammered, his tone embarrassed, which was something new to Gepard has he never saw the man be in that state.
Gepard really wanted to see more of this side of Sampo, but he also didn't want to attract anyone here (as well as let anyone be able to see Sampo in that state).
So, almost reluctantly, he let go of Sampo's wrists and placed his hand on his waist instead.
The moment Sampo realised his hands were free, they shot up to cover his lips. Gepard's eyes darkened slightly, as he watched Sampo slightly fumble to cover his mouth.
He slid his fingers up and down, between Sampo’s fold, sometimes letting them graze lightly against the clit as he covered them with as much slick as possible before sliding two of them inside of Sampo's cunt.
The faint moan that Sampo let out at the intrusion was unfortunately muffled by his hands. Gepard fought against the urge to just rip said hands away from the man's mouth.
If this was happening in any other location and circumstances, Gepard would've taken his time with Sampo. Stretching him open slowly, while listening to the sweet noises he made; given him an orgasm or two with his fingers then another with his mouth; before he would've fucked him and made him come on his cock as much as he could.
Just the thought of doing all of those things to Sampo made his cock throb in his pants.
But unfortunately this wasn't one of said location or circumstances.
Gepard focused back on the task at hand. He moved his fingers in and out of Sampo's pussy, the lewd sounds it made just low enough for only the two of them to hear.
He curled his digits slightly inside the salesman. And the way Sampo’s knees immediately bulked as well as the muffled yet loud noise that slipped from him, told Gepard that his fingers had rubbed against just the right spot.
Gepard could hear how Sampo’s fast breathing turned into gasps. Each curl and thrust of his fingers that he made against that spot earned him a muffled moan from Sampo.
He added a third digit inside, before spreading all of the three fingers apart—futher stretching Sampo’s pussy.
Sampo whole body tensed and he threw his head back. His hands fell uselessly at his sides and he moaned loudly as he came onto the captain's hand.
Gepard immediately bought his free hand up to cover Sampo's mouth yet he didn't stop as his digits were coated with the other's release and simply continued to thrust his fingers steadily into Sampo.
Sampo’s cunt continued to greedily clench around his moving fingers, and that only made it harder for Gepard to think of anything but burying his cock inside that warm pussy.
The blond slowly pulled his fingers out of his hole, to which Sampo responded with a small, frustrated sound that was somewhere between a whine and a protest.
Gepard turned Sampo around, guiding the man until he had his his back pressed against the surface of the wall.
And Gepard felt a feeling of pride at the sight in front of him.
Sampo was completely undone.
The ever confident salesman now stood before him with his usual composure gone—his thighs trembled, barely keeping him steady on his feet; his eyes barely focused and his mouth parted as he struggled to catch his breathing.
“Seeing you like this…” Gepard said, leaning down to gently nip on Sampo’s neck. “I thought I’d only get a chance to witness it in my dreams.”
He couldn't wait any longer. He finally had the man who he wanted—and how he wanted right before him after what felt like an eternity. Every glance, every soft noise, made Gepard’s control slip, the more he saw Sampo like this, the harder it became to think straight.
Gepard reached for his belt, and hastily unbuckled it before, pushing his pants and underwear down just enough to free his length.
He placed his hands against the back of Sampo's knees, and with ease, he lifted the man's legs off the floor, pressing him firmly against the wall behind.
The sudden movement seemed to have jolted Sampo out of his daze. The salesman blinked at the scene, his eyes widening for a short moment as he glanced at Gepard's cock right against his hole before looking back up at him.
“Seems like someone's eager…” Sampo murmured, a sly smile tugging at his lips. The blond could feel the other's heart thumping in his chest—whether from anticipation of being filled or nerves from the position and where they were, Gepard couldn't exactly tell.
“Next time, I'll make love to you properly. In a room with a proper bed,” Gepard whispered against his neck, nibbling and kissing at the skin there before he lifted his gaze.
He glided his cock back and forth between Sampo's wet folds. Each pass making the captain's shaft lightly graze against his clit, just enough to make the salesman's breath hitch.
“But for now, I truly need to have you, Sampo.”
Gepard wasn't sure if it was a trick of the light or not, but he swears he could see Sampo’s cheeks turning slightly red.
“Go ahead,” Sampo simply responded, as he avoided looking directly into Gepard’s eyes.
Those two words were all Gepard needed to lower Sampo unto his cock. His folds, flushed and puffy from arousal, stretched around the length entering him to accommodate the intrusion.
Sampo’s hands immediately shot up to cover the raw noise that escaped him when Gepard’s length was finally fully buried, filling him completely.
Gepard held still for a moment, allowing Sampo to adjust, his breath hot against the blue-haired's neck.
Sampo's cunt wrapped around his length in a way that was driving the captain insane. The warmth of his pussy enveloped him, clenching around Gepard’s shaft almost as if it didn't want Gepard to move and simply remain buried deep inside.
"Y- you feel incredible," Gepard groaned, his voice strained as he held himself back from moving. "So tight and warm."
When Sampo’s breathing calmed down and his body relaxed in his hold, Gepard lifted him off his cock, until only the tip was left inside, before dropping him back down onto it.
A broken sound escaped Sampo—something between a choke and a whimper—muffled against his hands, but still so clearly raw and obscene.
Gepard’s hands tightened, his fingers digging into Sampo's flesh, and he repeated the motion again and again. And each time Sampo was lowered onto his shaft, Gepard was rewarded with a sweet sound from his lips.
The filthy sounds of the captain's cock driving deep inside as well as Sampo’s muffled moans echoed through the air of the alleyway. And at this point Gepard was wondering if people were hearing them and simply choose to ignore it.
However his mind didn't stay on that much as he started to feel the pleasure building inside his abdomen with each thrust inside that warm cunt.
“Gepard,” Sampo gasped, his voice a desperate plea. “You're going too deep… I don't... I don't think I can hold on much longer in this position.”
Gepard's response was a low growl and a quickening of his pace, his body tensing more and more as he chased his own release as well. “Then let go,” he whispered.
A few more thrusts, and Gepard sent Sampo over the edge. His whole body convulsed and his eyes rolled back with the force of his orgasm while he practically screamed in his hand, his pussy clamping down on the throbbing cock inside.
His hands fell at his sides as Gepard continued to bring him down onto his length to reach his own orgasm.
Sampo moaned loudly each time the captain stuffed him with his cock and Gepard really wanted to keep hearing those sounds that came out of the man, but perhaps that would be for another time—in a more private setting.
Gepard’s lips pressed against Sampo's to muffle the moans and whimpers that kept slipping past them. He kissed Sampo with the intention to swallow every soft noise that he drew out of Sampo.
Sampo responded by a press of his own, though it was way more sloppy and weaker than Gepard’s.
The image of Sampo undone solely from bliss, and the way his inner walls clenched around his cock was enough to push Gepard over the edge. With a groan he buried himself one final time before he filled Sampo's insides.
His cock shot spurts of cum up into that willing body, hot walls clenching around him to swallow every last drop.
Gepard pulled away from the kiss and as they both started to regain their breath, Gepard heard Sampo's let out a soft, contented sigh.
As the blond eventually came back from his high and his mind cleared, he quickly released a mistake he made.
“Ah— I'm sorry I shouldn't have come inside—” Gepard tried to apologise but he was silenced when Sampo placed a finger over his lips.
“Shh… Captain,” he hushed, placing his other hand over his abdomen. "I feel... so full," Sampo murmured, that sultry tone back as he said those word.
Gepard could feel the back of his neck as well as his face heating up at that. The blond hid his burning face into the crook of the salesmen neck out of embarrassment when he felt his cock harden inside Sampo again just from those few words.
Sampo chuckled softly, threading his fingers through Gepard’s hair. “You said you would, make love to me properly next time,” he teased. “Well dear Captain, if we have to go for a second round I would prefer it to be in those ‘proper conditions’.”
“Whatever you want, Koski.” Gepard responded, softly.
Sampo’s smile curved as he raised an eyebrow, teasing yet soft. “No more ‘Sampo’?”
Gepard simply sighed before lifting his head back again and looking at him. “Whatever you want, Sampo.”