( The vibrator dies down, and for a moment Sampo thinks he might have managed to get away with it β but then the door opens, and he finds himself caught like a deer in the headlights with his cock in his hand and his eyes on a stranger. )
Whaβ!
( He lets go of himself quickly and pats down the fluffy tulle of the costume's skirt, attempting to salvage what little he might have left of his dignity. A pointless endeavour, really, considering this man will have seen him crawling around on the floor clutching his crotch, but holding on to his dick while he stands there staring just doesn't feel like the play right now. )
You could have knocked, pal!
( But then the guy holds up the small remote and Sampo feels his thighs twitch almost reflexively, as though anticipating another shock of sensation simply from laying eyes on the thing.
Turns out he isn't far off. )
... I dunno, I'd kind of hoped thatβ
( But his voice cuts out on a strangled little sound as the guy pushes a button on the remote, and Sampo wobbles on the spot before stumbling backwards to lean against the shelves. It's a deep, pulsing sensation that sets white sunbursts behind his eyes; Sampo's moan is a wrecked, throaty thing that chases his little stumble, and he throws his gloved hand out to grip at a shelf while the other presses down on his cock again. )
You're a real bastard β you know that, right?
( Panting a little, Sampo tries to shoot him a cocky grin as he lifts a foot to place it on one of the lower shelves to his right. )
I don't suppose you might let that deal might stand anyway?
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( The vibrator dies down, and for a moment Sampo thinks he might have managed to get away with it β but then the door opens, and he finds himself caught like a deer in the headlights with his cock in his hand and his eyes on a stranger. )
Whaβ!
( He lets go of himself quickly and pats down the fluffy tulle of the costume's skirt, attempting to salvage what little he might have left of his dignity. A pointless endeavour, really, considering this man will have seen him crawling around on the floor clutching his crotch, but holding on to his dick while he stands there staring just doesn't feel like the play right now. )
You could have knocked, pal!
( But then the guy holds up the small remote and Sampo feels his thighs twitch almost reflexively, as though anticipating another shock of sensation simply from laying eyes on the thing.
Turns out he isn't far off. )
... I dunno, I'd kind of hoped thatβ
( But his voice cuts out on a strangled little sound as the guy pushes a button on the remote, and Sampo wobbles on the spot before stumbling backwards to lean against the shelves. It's a deep, pulsing sensation that sets white sunbursts behind his eyes; Sampo's moan is a wrecked, throaty thing that chases his little stumble, and he throws his gloved hand out to grip at a shelf while the other presses down on his cock again. )
You're a real bastard β you know that, right?
( Panting a little, Sampo tries to shoot him a cocky grin as he lifts a foot to place it on one of the lower shelves to his right. )
I don't suppose you might let that deal might stand anyway?