( Finding the person on the other end of the toy had seemed like the easiest thing in the world fifteen minutes ago, back when Sampo was formulating his little scheme to collect another easy card. He'd planned it to perfection: he'd lay on the charm, offer a few easy smiles, encourage the other person to get him off and then return the favour β but either his toy is malfunctioning, or he's found himself at the mercy of someone who would much prefer to drag it out.
Of course, it has to be the latter. Any thoughts of malfunctioning are thrown out the window when he realises he's being played with in plain sight: they offer him scant moments to collect himself, they let him think he can take a breath to recover, and then they wait for him to move before dialling the pulses up again. Sampo trembles where he stands as he shoves a hand between his legs, squeezes at his crotch, and sinks his teeth into his lower lip to bite back a ragged groan.
... C'mon, Sampo. Like this? In public? While he's no stranger to an audience he prefers a well-orchestrated performance, thank you very much, and "guy who gets himself off in front of anyone who happens to walk by" isn't quite the persona he's been hoping to cultivate for himself. He swears under his breath as he squeezes again, hoping to take the edge off for a few moments if he can, andβ fuck, is that more dust?
Dropping to his knees, Sampo crawls forwards with his fluffy duster to begin cleaning the podium of the vase, the straps of his garter straining visibly as he squirms and shivers through the force of each vibration. At one point he drops his head on a fraying gasp as he presses his thighs together tight, a hot flush rising to his cheeks as he pants around a moan. )
C-C'mon, knock it off already!
( Who is he addressing? Who knows! Certainly not Sampo, that's for damn sure! Another pulse has him jerking forwards with a strangled little yelp: )
I get it, you win, justβ how about we forget the game for now? I'll make it worth your while if you do!
( And if they don't? He's already clocked the nearest exit; he'll just have to take matters into his own hands. )
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( Finding the person on the other end of the toy had seemed like the easiest thing in the world fifteen minutes ago, back when Sampo was formulating his little scheme to collect another easy card. He'd planned it to perfection: he'd lay on the charm, offer a few easy smiles, encourage the other person to get him off and then return the favour β but either his toy is malfunctioning, or he's found himself at the mercy of someone who would much prefer to drag it out.
Of course, it has to be the latter. Any thoughts of malfunctioning are thrown out the window when he realises he's being played with in plain sight: they offer him scant moments to collect himself, they let him think he can take a breath to recover, and then they wait for him to move before dialling the pulses up again. Sampo trembles where he stands as he shoves a hand between his legs, squeezes at his crotch, and sinks his teeth into his lower lip to bite back a ragged groan.
... C'mon, Sampo. Like this? In public? While he's no stranger to an audience he prefers a well-orchestrated performance, thank you very much, and "guy who gets himself off in front of anyone who happens to walk by" isn't quite the persona he's been hoping to cultivate for himself. He swears under his breath as he squeezes again, hoping to take the edge off for a few moments if he can, andβ fuck, is that more dust?
Dropping to his knees, Sampo crawls forwards with his fluffy duster to begin cleaning the podium of the vase, the straps of his garter straining visibly as he squirms and shivers through the force of each vibration. At one point he drops his head on a fraying gasp as he presses his thighs together tight, a hot flush rising to his cheeks as he pants around a moan. )
C-C'mon, knock it off already!
( Who is he addressing? Who knows! Certainly not Sampo, that's for damn sure! Another pulse has him jerking forwards with a strangled little yelp: )
I get it, you win, justβ how about we forget the game for now? I'll make it worth your while if you do!
( And if they don't? He's already clocked the nearest exit; he'll just have to take matters into his own hands. )