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"Ever since you met him, Sampo had been a clingy man. He followed you around like a lost puppy, begging to join every little thing you did. This time was no different. Sampo had begged to join you on what was supposed to be a solo mission in Belobog. He always knew just how to make you give in, so you buckled and let him tag along."

"You and Sampo were forced to share the same hotel room due to how booked the Goethe Hotel was because of an event in town. The loud rain only made your nerves worse, you were too on edge from the thought of the mission to relax."

"After a few minutes, you heard heavy breathing coming from Sampo’s side of the bed. He didn’t know you were awake still, assuming you went to bed a while ago. His hushed groans filling the room. It was too dark for him to notice you staring at him."

“Fuck, Corvid…” "Sampo moaned, covering his mouth with his free hand while the other was wrapped around his length. His cock throbbed in his grasp."

“The things you do to me..-“

"Sampo's eyes flicker open, catching a glimpse of Quinlan's expression. He smirks knowingly, the corner of his lips curling into a mischievous grin. With a subtle wink, he continues his hushed groans, relishing in the knowledge that Quinlan is captivated by his every move."

"Sampo's grin widens as he watches Quinlan's reaction, feeling a thrill coursing through him at the sight of his desire. He slowly sits up in bed, his gaze lingering on Quinlan's form." "Don't leave just yet, Quinlan," "he purrs softly, his voice laced with temptation."

"Sampo's eyes narrow slightly at Quinlan's words, a faint sense of irritation flaring up within him. Nevertheless, he keeps his composure and responds with a casual, yet flirtatious tone." "I know you're angry, sweetheart," "he says, using the pet name deliberately." "But can you blame me for wanting to have a little fun? After all, we're stuck in this hotel room together, with nothing but time on our hands..." "he trails off, sending a suggestive glance in Quinlan's direction."

"Sampo's expression softens slightly at Quinlan's gesture, enjoying the sensation of his head resting on his thigh. He runs his fingers through Quinlan's hair gently." "Oh really? And what reason do you think I had?" "he asks curiously, his tone suggestive once again."

"Sampo chuckles, his fingers still playing idly with Quinlan's hair." "Well, if you insist on such violent measures, then perhaps I'll have to behave," "he responds teasingly, though there is a hint of arousal in his voice." "But let's not waste the opportunity presented to us, Quinlan. We could make this rainstorm a little more... exciting."

"Sampo smirks, his hand still stroking Quinlan's hair." "Oh, I don't doubt that your skills in that regard are formidable, Quinlan," "he says with a smirk." "But why settle for just one act when we could explore each other fully? There's so much more pleasure to be had, if only you're willing."

"Sampo leans in closer, his mint green eyes locking with Quinlan's." "Ah, but isn't that what makes it all the more thrilling?" "he murmurs, his voice low and enticing." "The chase, the anticipation... I love a challenge, Quinlan. And I have a feeling you do too."

"Sampo's expression softens, his gaze filled with a mixture of amusement and affection." "Ah, but you must admit, Quinlan, that our encounters are never dull," "he says, his voice tinged with nostalgia." "Besides, isn't it more fun when things aren't too easy? Keeps us on our toes, wouldn't you agree?"

"Sampo's eyes gleam with amusement and desire as Quinlan takes his hand, guiding it to his face." "He caresses Quinlan's cheek gently, savoring the softness of his skin." "Mmm, such a demanding little thing, aren't you?" "he murmurs, his voice husky with desire." "He leans in closer, his lips hovering just inches from Quinlan's ear." "But you know I can't resist you, Quinlan," "he whispers, his breath warm against Quinlan's skin." "With that, he continues to stroke Quinlan's cheek, his touch gentle yet firm, sending shivers of pleasure down Quinlan's spine."

"Sampo's lips curl into a tender smile at Quinlan's words, the affection he feels for him shining in his eyes." "Consider it done, my dear," "he murmurs softly, continuing to caress Quinlan's cheek with his free hand while letting his other hand be held by Quinlan." "Feeling Quinlan nuzzling into his hand, Sampo leans in closer, his breath warm against Quinlan's ear." "You're so adorable when you're like this, Quinlan," "he whispers, pressing a soft kiss to Quinlan's temple before trailing kisses down the side of his face." "As he does so, his fingers continue their gentle ministrations on Quinlan's cheek, sending waves of pleasure through him."

"Sampo chuckles softly, his fingers threading through Quinlan's hair with a gentle touch." "Your secret's safe with me, Quinlan," "he whispers, his voice filled with warmth and sincerity." "Leaning in closer, he presses a soft kiss to Quinlan's forehead, his lips lingering there for a moment." "I wouldn't dream of betraying your trust," "he murmurs, his gaze locked with Quinlan's as he continues to stroke his hair, his touch soothing and comforting."

"Sampo's eyes sparkle with amusement at Quinlan's playful threat." "Oh, I'm well aware of the dangers of crossing you, my dear," "he teases, his tone light and playful." "He leans in closer, his lips brushing against Quinlan's ear." "But rest assured, I have no intentions of giving you any reason to use that bat," "he whispers, his breath sending shivers down Quinlan's spine." "With that, he continues to stroke Quinlan's hair, his touch gentle and soothing, as he revels in the closeness they share."

"Sampo's lips curl into a mischievous smile at Quinlan's words, his eyes flickering with amusement." "Oh, Quinlan, always so charmingly violent," "he murmurs, his hand still caressing Quinlan's hair." "But I'd rather not bleed today, if that's all the same to you." "He leans in closer, his lips brushing against Quinlan's ear again." "As for your attachment to me, I have to say... I'm quite fond of it," "he whispers, his breath hot against Quinlan's skin as he continues to tease him playfully."

"Sampo's eyes widen slightly as he sees Quinlan take out the dagger and start to unsheathe it. He watches with a mix of fascination and trepidation as Quinlan runs the blade carefully along his thigh, tearing through the fabric of his pants." "Mmm, quite impressive, Quinlan," "he murmurs softly, his voice filled with admiration and a hint of arousal." "He leans in closer, his eyes locked with Quinlan's as he continues to stroke his hair." "But you're right, today may not be the day for all that... excitement," "he whispers, his breath hot against Quinlan's cheek." "Perhaps we can find other ways to amuse ourselves."

"Sampo lets out a soft gasp of surprise and pleasure as Quinlan climbs onto his lap and starts to remove his shirt, revealing his bare chest. He watches with rapt attention as Quinlan takes the dagger once again, running it carefully along his own chest until he draws a thin line of blood." "Mmm... how daring of you, Quinlan," "he murmurs, his eyes fixed on the small wound." "He leans in closer, his breath hot against Quinlan's skin as he brushes his fingers over the cut." "And you want to mark me, hm?" "he teases, a sly grin spreading across his lips." "Well, I suppose I'll just have to find ways to make it up to you..."

"Sampo's breath catches in his throat as Quinlan purrs and takes his hand, licking the blood from his fingers with a sensuous flick of his tongue." "He shivers at the sensation, his eyes darkening with desire." "A mark from you, hmm?" "he muses, his voice low and husky." "Well, I suppose that's one way to ensure my loyalty," "he adds, his lips curling into a smirk." "But I can't promise to behave, Quinlan. You know me too well for that."

"Sampo hisses softly as Quinlan presses his body against him, hugging him around the waist and drawing the blade across his thigh." "He feels a thrill of excitement as he watches Quinlan smile at him, his eyes smoldering with desire." "Mmm... yes," "he breathes, his voice low and sensual." "I suppose I deserve that." "He leans in closer to Quinlan, brushing his lips against the younger man's neck." "And you enjoy being the one to punish me, don't you?" "he adds teasingly, nipping lightly at Quinlan's skin with his teeth."

"Sampo feels a rush of arousal at the sound of Quinlan's sigh and the feeling of his hands on his chest." "He takes a step closer, pressing his body firmly against Quinlan's as he brushes his lips along the younger man's jawline." "I'm glad you enjoy it," "he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper." "And I have to admit, I enjoy it too." "He trails his fingers down Quinlan's back, savoring the feel of his muscles beneath his touch." "Tell me, Quinlan. What else do you enjoy?"

"Sampo's breath hitches at Quinlan's whispered words, a shiver of desire running down his spine." "He presses his lips against Quinlan's neck, trailing soft kisses along his skin." "Then perhaps I should give you what you desire," "he murmurs, his voice low and seductive." "With a quick motion, he leans in and nips lightly at Quinlan's neck, drawing a small bead of blood to the surface." "Is this what you want, Quinlan?" "he asks, his tone teasing." "Or do you want more?"

"Sampo's pulse quickens at Quinlan's bold words, his desire igniting into a fiery blaze." "He grins wickedly, his mint green eyes gleaming with lust." "Oh, Quinlan," "he breathes, his voice husky with need." "I can definitely give you what you want." "With a swift movement, he wraps his arms around Quinlan, lifting him effortlessly and carrying him towards the bed." "You just lie back and let me take care of everything," "he murmurs, his lips brushing against Quinlan's ear." "As he lays Quinlan down on the bed, he quickly sheds his clothes, revealing his lean, toned body." "With a predatory glint in his eyes, he positions himself behind Quinlan, his hands roaming over the younger man's skin." "

"Sampo smirks at Quinlan's words, feeling a surge of excitement in his veins." "You got it," "he says, his voice low and husky." "Without any hesitation, he positions himself behind Quinlan and thrusts forward, penetrating him deeply." "He groans in pleasure as he begins to move, his hips pistoning in a steady rhythm." "Each time he slams into Quinlan, he feels his own pleasure building higher and higher." "God, you feel amazing," "he grunts, his eyes closing in ecstasy." "I could fuck you all night like this."

"Sampo grins at Quinlan's demand, his pace quickening as he drives into him with increasing force." "The sound of their skin slapping together fills the room, mingling with Quinlan's moans and Sampo's breathy gasps of pleasure." "That's it, Quinlan," "he growls, his grip on Quinlan's hips tightening." "You like it rough, don't you? You're such a dirty little slut." "His words are punctuated by each thrust, driving deeper and harder into Quinlan's body." "Just keep taking it like the good little bitch you are," "he taunts, relishing in the power he holds over Quinlan."

"Sampo's grin widens at Quinlan's words, the thrill of dominance coursing through him." "That's it, my little slut," "he breathes, his movements becoming faster and more erratic in response to Quinlan's tightening around him." "He leans over Quinlan's back, his breath hot against his skin." "You feel so good, Quinlan," "he murmurs, his voice dripping with lust." "He grips Quinlan's hips tightly, his nails digging into his skin as he pounds into him with unrestrained passion." "The room is filled with the sounds of their combined moans and the rhythmic slap of their bodies coming together." "I'm going to make you scream my name," "he growls, his pace reaching a fever pitch." "You're mine, Quinlan, all

mine." "He punctuates his words with a particularly forceful thrust, feeling Quinlan shudder beneath him." "Come for me, Quinlan," "he urges, his voice rough with desire." "I want to feel you come all over my cock." "He quickens his pace even more, driving into Quinlan with everything he has." "You're so fucking hot," "he groans, feeling himself getting close." "I'm going to- ah!" "With a final, deep thrust, Sampo explodes inside of Quinlan, the intensity of his orgasm causing his body to convulse with pleasure."

"Sampo's eyes widen as Quinlan takes control, the sudden shift in dominance sending a thrill through him." "He allows himself to be pushed onto the bed, his heart pounding with excitement as he feels Quinlan's lips on his." "He returns the kiss with equal fervor, letting his hands roam over Quinlan's body." "His fingers dig into Quinlan's back as he feels him grinding against him, his own cock already beginning to stir back to life." "You're insatiable," "he breathes between kisses." "He arches up to meet Quinlan's lips, wanting more."

"Sampo gasps in surprise as Quinlan takes charge, a thrill coursing through him at the sudden shift in dynamics." "He eagerly complies, wrapping his legs around Quinlan's shoulders as he feels him enter him with a forceful thrust." "His back arches off the bed, meeting Quinlan's powerful movements with equal fervor." "He moans into Quinlan's mouth, his body responding eagerly to the sensation of being taken so forcefully." "His nails rake down Quinlan's back, leaving red marks in their wake as he surrenders himself completely to the pleasure."

"Sampo's breath catches in his throat as Quinlan's teeth sink into his neck, the sharp sensation sending a shiver of pleasure down his spine." "He tilts his head back, offering himself up to Quinlan's ministrations, feeling the mix of pain and pleasure driving him wild." "His own moans mingle with the sounds of their bodies moving together, the rhythm becoming faster and more urgent with each passing moment." "He clings to Quinlan, lost in the intoxicating haze of lust and desire."