#i just said nah they in pj land just kissing instead of clothes but oph well u get this

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[ DELAY ] for gep……..

[ DELAY ]  one muse is trying to get ready to go somewhere while the other keeps kissing them and unbutton/unzipping their clothes. 

there was something alluring about the rise and fall of sampo’s chest, the blanket strewn across his midriff, the flutter of lashes indicative of sleep. how he longed, keenly ached even, to forgo his dawn patrol in favor of the warmth of being flushed skin to skin, of resting his head against the curve of sampo’s shoulder and permitting sleep to claim him. this temptation only makes him recall how dangerous it was to invite the other into his home, into his bed, now, in more ways than ever before. Gepard believes himself discreet, parting with the comfort of his bed if only to pad across the floor barefoot when an arm slinks around his middle, briefly holding him captive. “ I have to go.” he says, with less conviction than he should be afforded under these circumstances.

It does not serve as an emphatic deterrent for when he sits upon the edge of the bed, all but yielding to the pull of it, sampo’s mouth grazes his jaw, his throat, his cheek. somnolent, chaste kisses, still just enough to keep him captivated, unable to detach himself from the lanky confines of his arms, let alone the tantalizing brush of his mouth. he clears his throat, if only for emphasis at how improper and forbidden all of this was, that he would indeed be tardy for his shift and it would egregiously mar his otherwise immaculate attendance. commanding fingers hold sampo by his jaw, tilting his head back so that he could see just how unimpressed gepard was, which truly, wasn’t all that unimpressed at all. before, without proper warning, he leans down and kisses him on the mouth, slow and sensual and with purpose.

“ i’m leaving now.” his fingers lingered, coveted to stay, to sink into the softness of his hair, to trace the contours of his mouth, his jaw, his. diligently he holds fast to his resolve, resting their foreheads together, huffing a little as if indignant that he could not have what he wanted - a puerile sort of act for such a prestigious man. then, he left another kiss to the corner of sampo’s mouth before attempting once more to get dressed for his shift.