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“Galaxy Hopping” was, undeniably, a stupid name for a hook-up app. Everyone unanimously agreed on this as much as they unanimously agreed that it was the best place to find one-night stands. It worked on an honour system wherein every couple or group that agreed to meet would swear to keep their meeting completely confidential.
What happened on the app stayed on the app.
Of course, moving off the app and into more intimate communication was at the user’s discretion and “Galaxy Hopping” could not be held responsible.
Sampo Koski used the app for the same reason everyone else did. The galaxy was huge and as such he never had to worry about the possibility of meeting someone he knew nor running into the same person twice. There was always new users AKA fresh faces for Sampo to meet. The app allowed users to be selective on the information they chose to share—some users chose to remain completely anonymous and used it exclusively for sexting. With options for everybody, it was no wonder the app took off. After a while, Sampo found it fun to simply meet people. It was like a game to him.
What sort of character will I meet tonight? He would think. It didn’t matter how little a person shared on their profile, Sampo tried to meet just about anyone. As for his own profile, it provided basic information—but what most likely got him dates was the fact his profile featured photos of himself: his chest, stomach, arms and hands, and one bright smile. Perhaps it made him a bad person, but he loved to mess around with others with the knowledge that he would never have to see them again.
He was cooking up a new plan that involved the Wildfire and the miners and just a healthy dose of fraud. But he was still waiting for the perfect opportunity. In the meantime, he killed time by checking out profiles on “Galaxy Hopping.”
Sampo rented out a private hostel room and spent most of his time there—unless he was driven out due to undesirable circumstances. It was cool out that night when he was aimlessly flicking through profiles. At some point, they all seemed to look the same, but finally he came across one that had promise.
The profile picture was a photo of the person’s backside, topless, twisting slightly with shadows defining the curves of their body. One could just barely see the tips of the person’s hair—either redheaded or blonde—the lighting made it hard to tell. They were muscular, that much was clear. The photo did just enough to stoke curiosity.
Sampo paused to take in the photo. Well, with a body like that, I’d show it off too.
He continued to read the profile’s information.
Username: Cheetah
Primary Sex: M
Secondary Sex: α
Looking for: A top. Preferably an alpha. High stamina.
Sampo did a double take. This user was… an alpha? Sampo laughed at the brusque introduction. “Cheetah” seemed to know exactly what he wanted. Sampo Koski himself was an alpha, and he had slept with other alphas plenty of times, as well as omegas and betas. (Sampo had standards, but he also knew beggars couldn’t be choosers.) There was something about the way Cheetah was so painfully honest. It was as though he was looking for something or someone. And maybe the reason his profile was on the app was a testament to how unsuccessful his search has been so far.
Sampo decided to send a message.
Alchemist: Hiii~ Cheetah.
Obviously, they didn’t respond immediately, so Sampo went to hop in the shower. When he finished, there were two messages from Cheetah.
Cheetah: Hi, Alchemist.
Cheetah: Are you interested in me?
Sampo felt himself break out into a smile. He really doesn’t waste time, huh? Sampo thought. Sampo’s username, “Alchemist,” was a bit arbitrary, but he liked the sound of it—plus he was too lazy to think of something more creative.
Alchemist: I am. And I think I’m exactly the kind of person you’re looking for.
Cheetah: In that case, do you want to meet sometime soon?
Alchemist: Oh? So soon? Why don’t you convince me?
There were a couple minutes of silence on Cheetah’s end. Perhaps he already lost interest. Sampo shrugged. It happens.
Cheetah: I’m not good at convincing people.
Cheetah: But I think you wouldn’t have messaged me if you weren’t curious or interested in me.
Cheetah: I think you want to know what sort of person I am. Am I right?
Cheetah: [Photo] [Photo] [Photo]
Cheetah sent a few photos from different angles of his body; Sampo noted that Cheetah elected to hide his face in each photo. But given the consistency of the photos, he was sure the photos were taken all at the same time. Sampo smiled reading Cheetah’s messages. What a character.
Alchemist: Alright. You got me. I do want to meet you.
Sampo had met plenty of people who rushed into meeting (not that he could blame them), but he thought that this guy, Cheetah, was probably the fastest person to set up a meeting. Sampo didn’t mind it, though—he actually preferred how quickly Cheetah got to the point. And he was right in assuming Sampo was curious. An alpha who liked to bottom and demanded 'high stamina' would peak anyone’s curiosity. While Sampo was in the middle of typing, he got another message from Cheetah.
Cheetah: I just have one stipulation.
Alchemist: Oh? Making demands now, are we?
Alchemist: What is it?
…
A blindfold.
Sampo had to wear a blindfold the entire time. He wasn’t even sure how that was supposed to work. Cheetah said it was because he wanted to keep his identity completely anonymous. Sampo understood on some level, but he thought it was a bit ridiculous—to trust in a stranger to not remove the blindfold? This Cheetah guy had to be desperate. And wasn't the whole point of meeting up to be intimate? Sampo was going to be dicking this guy down anyway, why go to such great lengths? Unless Cheetah had a good enough reason to want to hide...?
Since Sampo was forced to wear a blindfold anyway, he thought he would mess with the guy a bit. They agreed on a small, quiet hotel. Cheetah said he’d book a room and would arrive early.
Which means I should try to arrive even earlier! Sampo thought. Before he left, he was careful to disguise his appearance with a little bit of cosmetic tech—just a regular guy with a plain face and boring brown hair. Because how was it fair that Cheetah was allowed to hide and Sampo couldn't? Now, sitting on the edge of the bed, blindfold dangling from his neck, he was exchanging texts with Cheetah.
Alchemist: Hey, I’m already here.
Cheetah: Why did you show up earlier? Were you hoping to figure out who I am?
Obviously, yes.
Alchemist: Of course not. I just had nothing better to do. And you booked the room, so I wanted to take advantage of the amenities.
Cheetah: I see.
Cheetah: I’ll be there in 15.
Sampo smiled to himself. He thought Cheetah might've lashed out at him or canceled the entire night, but it seemed Cheetah was more tolerant than expected. Absentmindedly, Sampo rummaged through his belongings. Earlier that day, he had visited Natasha to pick up supplies. Towels, condoms, and a lot of lube. She didn’t ask what for (probably because she could guess), but she sent him off with a smile and said, “Play nice.”
Sampo chuckled to himself. As weird as this Cheetah person was, Sampo couldn’t deny he was curious; he was particularly curious how Cheetah was in bed—would he be dominant? Or was he looking to be tossed around a bit? Sampo wouldn't mind it either way. He just hoped it would be interesting. Something to alleviate his boredom, something more special.
What was clear was that this guy seemed to like sex—jumping the gun after Sampo messaged him—but Sampo couldn’t be sure if Cheetah was actually experienced. After all, he was an alpha looking for a partner in other alphas. That had to be hard to come by. Most alphas cringed at the idea of being fucked. And within the conservative walls of Belobog? This poor dude was probably suffering from blue balls because no one wanted to stick their dick in him. Maybe that’s why Cheetah was on the app in the first place? He had to cast a wider net to catch as many fish as possible.
As the minutes ticked by, Sampo found himself with more and more questions. Did Cheetah sleep with omegas during his rut? Or did he like to exclusively date alphas? Was he ashamed of his sexual preferences? Is that why he felt the need to protect his identity? Was there going to be foreplay? A game of seduction? Or were they just going to begin as soon as he stepped through the door? Was Cheetah just looking for a one-time thing? Normally, people didn’t hook up twice, but given how few options Cheetah had, maybe he was looking for something long-term?
Sampo shook his head, dismissing his thoughts.
It was all pointless to think about because 1) Sampo would find out very shortly and 2) since when did Sampo think this much about his partners?
Sampo jumped when he heard a sharp knock at his door. He dumped all of his supplies on the bed and went to answer the door. He swore to himself as he remembered the blindfold. He pulled it up from his neck and awkwardly waved his hands around, blindly swiping at air until he grabbed the doorknob.
He swung the door open and just stood there in the entryway, the cold air from the hallway hitting him.
It was weirdly quiet and for a moment Sampo's heart sank, wondering if he had just opened the door to the cleaning staff who may or may not be having a mini heart attack right now.
Hesitatingly, he asked, “Are you the person who booked this room…?”
“Yes,” came the reply.
Sampo, with nothing to work with, homed in on the sound of the man’s voice. It was rather lighter and softer than Sampo was expecting. Slightly nasally.
“Oh. Okay. Come in?” Sampo spoke awkwardly. He figured they ought to have this conversation behind closed doors. Cheetah(?) glided past Sampo quietly whereupon Sampo was hit with strong alpha pheromones.
Sampo didn’t mind pheromones in the slightest, alpha or otherwise. But these pheromones? They hit like a car tram. A disorientating feeling of vertigo washed over Sampo, his balance suddenly worse than ever. He felt himself wobble as he went to close the door. Turning around, however, he tripped. He caught himself thankfully, but still felt a large hand on his shoulder.
“Careful,” was all Cheetah(?) said.
Sampo couldn't resist teasing. “Aw… You worried I’ll give myself a concussion?” Sampo stood up straighter trying to guess the man’s height.
“It’d be better if you didn’t hurt yourself right away.”
“Right…” Sampo hesitated again. Being blindfolded was messing with him. He would probably be much more forthright if only he could see.
“You are the one who messaged me, right? Alchemist?”
Sampo tried not to show offence. Instead, he nodded and smiled, “That’s right. And you would be… Cheetah?”
“Yes.”
Sampo thought he could guess Cheetah’s height. He was probably around Sampo's height, based on the direction of his voice, but the pictures on the app suggested Cheetah was built larger. “Where are you?” Sampo asked and blindly reached out until Cheetah caught his hand, warm fingers curling around Sampo's hand.
“Right here," Cheetah's voice was low. "Listen, if it’s alright with you, we don’t need to waste time talking. I'd rather... just get started.” Cheetah spoke in a hushed tone as though he were sharing a secret. Sampo felt his breath reach his fingertips.
Right into the deep end, huh?
“Of course, kitty,” Sampo flashed what he hoped was a very agreeable smile.
“Kitty?” Cheetah sounded dubious as he guided Sampo over toward the bed.
“You call yourself Cheetah, but cheetahs are just large cats. So, I’ll call you kitty. It’s cute, right?” Sampo gingerly sat down on the edge of the bed, his hands pushing away most of the supplies he had brought.
“It’s something, alright.” Then, Sampo heard the unmistakable sound of rustling clothes and the thump of boots being tossed to the ground. Sampo’s heart started to race as he followed suit and pulled off his own clothes. Cheetah really wasn’t kidding about not wasting time.
“Hey, do I really have to wear this the entire time?” Sampo asked, referring to the blindfold. He carefully tugged off his shirt, trying not to accidently pull the blindfold off as well.
“I’d prefer if you did,” Cheetah replied.
“Right, but how am I supposed to do anything if I can’t see?” Suddenly, there was a warm palm against his chest. Was he naked already? Sampo thought. He reached up to hold onto Cheetah's wrist.
“I’m sure you can figure it out,” came the reply. Did Sampo detect a bit of snark?
“Wow. I’m flattered in your confidence in me, but—"
“Anyway, don’t worry about the blindfold. Just take your pants off already.”
Ah, this guy… he’s a bit impatient, isn’t he? What happened to mood? Where's the excitement? Sampo thought, annoyed, as he shimmied out of his pants and kicked them off to the floor. Once undressed, he creeped back further onto the bed. Around him, he felt Cheetah's weight on the bed as Cheetah crawled on top of him. Then Cheetah’s fingers lightly touched his chin.
"Hey," Sampo breathed, "are we really starting right away? Don't you want to get to know me?"
“No,” Cheetah said before leaning down and capturing Sampo's lips. Of course. I should have known better. No sex appeal whatsoever. Sampo rolled his eyes. The kiss started off slow, as though Cheetah was still testing the waters. Cheetah didn't even try to touch him. Just a tentative hold on Sampo's chin.
"Feeling shy?" Sampo spoke into the kiss. Cheetah didn't answer. He was focused on the kiss, mouth moving slow and clumsy. His lips were soft against Sampo's. Maybe if I could see, Sampo thought to himself, I'd be more turned on? Is he aroused at all? Sampo began to seriously question if Cheetah had any experience at all.
Realising this, Sampo reached up and grabbed Cheetah's head with both hands, cradling his cheeks. He broke the kiss. Above him, he heard Cheetah panting lightly.
"What is this? Just a kiss and you already seem overwhelmed? Don't tell me this is your first kiss?"
More silence, and Sampo felt his stomach twist ever so slightly. Really? Was he with a virgin? Suddenly, he wasn't so sure about this guy.
"You can't be serious? You're telling me you've got no experience? And you willingly met up with a stranger? What was my kitty thinking?"
Cheetah spluttered, "I-I have experience! I mean, not with anyone, but... I didn't come here without an idea..."
"An idea!? Hah!" Sampo barked a laugh. "What, you think you know how it all works just because you read your sex education textbook? Come on, kitty. Sex needs heat. It needs impact. You're giving me dead fish lips."
Overhead, Cheetah struggled to speak—he was at a loss for words. If Sampo could see him, his face would probably be as red as an angry flamespawn.
Teasingly, Sampo trailed an index finger down Cheetah's spine, silently revelling in the way Cheetah shuddered underneath his touch. He sat up slightly to speak into Cheetah's ear, "Why don't you let me teach you a thing or two, huh? I promise I'll make it good for you."
Cheetah grunted. Something in the air shifted, alpha pheromones which were previously overwhelming, became less. It pulled back—yielding.
A smile curled onto Sampo's lips as he used his legs to roll Cheetah over and onto his back—flipping their positions. Cheetah gasped, his hands immediately grabbing onto Sampo's neck for support.
"Copy me," was all Sampo said before he leaned down and kissed Cheetah. To his great delight, Cheetah obeyed, mimicking Sampo's mouth movements. When Sampo's hands trailed up and down Cheetah's arms, Cheetah did the same. When Sampo opened his mouth, Cheetah followed. He was following Sampo's lead so well. It was cute. Like a robot trying to imitate a human.
With Cheetah's mouth open, Sampo slipped in his tongue. He tasted Everwinter mint gum. (Exclusively sold at the Everwinter City Museum gift shop!) It was sweet and cool. From the back of Cheetah's throat came small whines. Briefly, Sampo wondered if Cheetah was the vocal type. Was he a screamer?
Sampo's hands roamed the planes of Cheetah's body—eager to learn more about his build. In a word, Cheetah was large. (Another word Sampo would use would be sexy.) Large, firm muscles—he obviously trained hard for them. Broad shoulders, an ample chest, a waist like a tree trunk, and thighs that rivalled the size of Sampo's head. It would be hard to knock this guy over.
Oh, what he wouldn’t give to be able to see right now.
Sadly, however, he was obligated to wear the blindfold. But as he squeezed and groped at Cheetah's body, Sampo pictured in his mind the profile pics Cheetah had uploaded. Hot wasn't enough to describe this guy. Sampo didn't usually have a type—he liked to think he was very flexible and could see the beauty in everyone. But at that moment, as he lay there with Cheetah, he thought that he might have a preference.
He needed to kiss this beautiful body. Breaking the kiss, Sampo started his journey downward, mouth latching onto Cheetah's neck, leaving wet, red marks on tender skin. Cheetah's breathing became rougher. Sampo could feel the way Cheetah's chest rose and fell, his nipples growing hard. With his hand, Sampo cupped Cheetah's pecs, squishing them with his fingers. Groping and kneading bouncy muscle. With his fingertips, he poked, pinched, and rolled Cheetah's nipples.
Cheetah's gasps and stifled moans were music to Sampo's ears.
Moving lower, Sampo's lips were like a feather as he glided down Cheetah's body, barely planting kisses as he went. His hands, however, were faster than his mind, as they drifted down to Cheetah's hips. Sampo tickled and teased Cheetah's lower body, noting the way Cheetah shivered and jerked at even the slightest touch.
So sensitive, Sampo thought with a smile. Absentmindedly, he reached for the lube, squeezed a generous amount into his hand and rubbed his fingers together to spread it around.
And then, Sampo was sitting up, his next goal clear: with his lubed up hand, he gripped the base of Cheetah's dick.
Cheetah reacted immediately, instinctively bucking his hips up, but Sampo had his other hand pinning down Cheetah's thighs.
"Isn't this fun, kitty? Are you having fun?"
Cheetah panted, "I-I don't know..."
Sampo only chuckled and released his grip while Cheetah whined from the loss of contact. Even if Cheetah wasn't, he was having fun. He reached down lower, cupping Cheetah's balls into the palm of his hand. They were soft, and were the perfect size to fit in Sampo's hand. Why was everything about this man so cute and lovely?
With Cheetah panting underneath him, Sampo crooned, “Your pheromones are really strong, you know~” With the back of his nails, he dragged his hand up and down Cheetah's inner thighs, enjoying the way Cheetah shuddered and flinched.
"Ah...! I'm ticklish. Stop," Cheetah's hand reached out to grab Sampo's wrist.
“Ahaha… cute,” Sampo pulled his hand back only to return his attention to Cheetah's cock, stroking in it in earnest. Finally, Sampo could feel himself grow hard. Sure, seeing would be awfully nice, but he supposed he could still get off on teasing Cheetah—imaging his body writhing under his touch. Cheetah was shy and cute and easy to tease—what more could a man want?
But in the back of his head, Sampo couldn’t shake a feeling he had. Something he couldn’t quite place. This guy’s pheromones were somehow… familiar? He likely lived in Belobog so there was a chance Sampo had passed him by on the street before. But that didn't explain everything. Just a passing whiff of pheromones wouldn't feel this familiar, would it?
Sampo tried to dismiss his own thoughts. Instead, he continued to stroke Cheetah lazily as he asked, “So, are you looking for a partner? Or just a warm body?”
Cheetah didn’t reply right away and Sampo felt a twinge of guilt. What was he being so nosy for? Maybe he could pretend he never asked and just hope Cheetah did the same. He began blindly grabbing for the condoms scattered on the bed—a mostly futile effort since he couldn’t see. Beneath him, he felt the bed shift as Cheetah sat up.
“Here,” Cheetah said while pushing a few condoms toward Sampo, “and… I guess the latter.”
Sampo, unsure of how to respond, pretended he didn’t hear as he pulled his hand away, brushing against Cheetah's balls again as he reached lower.
“Oh,” Cheetah lightly touched Sampo’s arm, “I already did that before coming here.”
Sampo paused, "Oh? Was that you meant when you said you had 'an idea?'" Sampo teased. Sure enough, he could feel with his fingers, a slick sensation of lube on Cheetah's hole.
"I'm not as clueless as you think..." Cheetah mumbled.
Sampo shook his head, chuckling to himself. "Then," with his free hand, Sampo searched for Cheetah's leg, "shall we we check if you did good job?"
Gripping onto Cheetah's ankle, Sampo pushed back, rolling him onto his back and lifting his leg into the air. Cheetah shouted and struggled briefly before awkwardly letting his legs rest onto Sampo's shoulder.
"Hey!" Cheetah yelled, "warn me before you do something like that!"
Sampo shushed him. "I'm checking to see if our little kitty prepared properly. You're not a fan of pain, are you? Just relax for me."
Cheetah huffed in indignation, clearly having no clever comeback. Sampo smiled as he sat back on his heels and grabbed onto the globe of Cheetah's ass. He pushed one cheek to the side before using his index finger to rub small, tiny circles around the rim of Cheetah's asshole.
Many obscene questions floated in Sampo's mind. What colour was it? Was it dimpled? What face was Cheetah making? Would he be opposed to me licking it? No. Better save that for another day. Sampo was like a kid with his toy as he tugged on Cheetah's rim, dipping his finger in to the first joint before pulling it back out.
And then, without warning, he pushed two fingers all the way in to the knuckle.
Sampo would’ve killed to see Cheetah’s expression just then, but all he was given was a yelp of surprise and the feeling of Cheetah's insides, clenching down on his two fingers.
Sampo whistled.
“Wow. It’s tight. You said you prepared, didn’t you?”
“I did!” Cheetah barked, "but I also don't just shove two fingers in at once! Like I said, a warning would have been nice."
Sampo laughed, "Sorry, kitty. I was just messing with you. You didn't get hurt did you?"
"No... And quit it with the nickname. You're more annoying than I imagined..." Cheetah grumbled.
Again, Sampo laughed, "And you're more adorable than I imagined. Such a big and sexy body trembling like a kitten? I quite like it," Sampo cooed and kissed Cheetah's thigh still resting on his shoulders. With two fingers inside, Sampo pushed against Cheetah's walls, ears perked up to catch every sharp inhale, every tiny whine. With his freehand, Sampo pumped Cheetah's cock, ensuring Cheetah didn't go soft. The room was filling with strong pheromones, the arousal and submission a unique blend.
“Does this feel good? It must if you did it beforehand, right? Do you finger yourself if you haven’t gotten laid recently?” Sampo asked. He was usually good about reading his partner’s reactions and stopped himself before he started running his mouth (not that he always did). But with Cheetah, he couldn’t see and was an unrestrained chatterbox. “Omegas tell me that it feels great, so I guess you think so too, right? Hahah… now I can’t stop imagining you masturbating, kitty.”
Cheetah groaned and Sampo could feel his hole squeeze and twitch around his fingers. “Yes… it feels good, so don’t stop.”
"Ah, I like the honesty. It's a breath of fresh air, actually," Sampo mused. Too often he felt like he was supposed to guess what his partners wanted. It was much nicer to just be told what to do. "Tell me what else you want. Tell me and I'll do it."
Cheetah made a confused sound. "I don't know... kiss me?"
A curl of heat wound inside Sampo's stomach. Damn it. Could he be any cuter?
"Of course. Anything for my kitty," Sampo acquiesced and pushed Cheetah's legs off his shoulders if only to lean down for a kiss. Cheetah hummed into the kiss as he wrapped his arms around Sampo's neck. Below, whenever Sampo spread his fingers wide, it was like he forced a moan out of Cheetah, his minty breath on Sampo's skin.
"Spread your legs farther," Sampo commanded. Wordlessly, Cheetah obeyed. Wanting to speed things up, Sampo moved his hand faster, fucking Cheetah with two fingers—and then three—and then four. "Do you like this? Huh? You seem to be enjoying it. Your cock is hard and dripping, kitty. You like being fucked by my fingers?" At his side, Cheetah's legs trembled.
"Y-yes. I like it. I like it a lot," Cheetah's breathing grew ragged, "I-I've never... put in four before. It feels so... weird. But I like it."
Sampo's face burned. He wanted to fuck Cheetah. (He had wanted to for a while now, actually.) But he also didn't want to just ram it in. Four fingers was difficult and took time to work up to, but it was necessary for a beginner like Cheetah (though he'd be lying if he said he wasn't rushing just a tad.) He still hadn't found Cheetah's prostate, but it seemed Cheetah got off on penetration anyway.
What a good kitty... Sampo thought with a smug smile.
“Do you wanna put it in?” Cheetah asked suddenly, his warm breath against Sampo's ear.
Sampo paused.
“Naturally. But do you feel ready?” Sampo laughed like he was teasing, but on the inside, he felt himself grow frustrated. It was those damn pheromones stinking up the room. Maybe to an omega, it was intoxicating and arousing. But to an alpha like Sampo, it was suffocating. Stifling. Like they were fighting instead of fucking.
"Yes. Please. Hurry."
Sampo took a deep breath. He fought against his own desire to pound Cheetah into the sheets. He was with a virgin. He would be a gentleman. He had promised to make this good.
“As you wish, kitty,” Sampo murmured as he pulled his fingers out, drying them on a towel and finally rolled on a condom. All the while, he could feel Cheetah's eyes as they bore into him. (Maybe being blind enhanced his other senses.) "Be patient, okay? Staring at me won't make me move any faster."
"I was just..." Cheetah trailed off.
Sampo sat himself between Cheetah's legs, giving himself two good strokes before lining himself up with Cheetah's hole. "Staring at my dick. Yeah, I know. I could practically see your drool."
"I wasn't drooling!" Cheetah retorted.
"Yeah, yeah, sure you weren't," Sampo laughed again as he leaned down slowly, planting a kiss on... Cheetah's cheek. He was aiming for Cheetah's forehead, but, eh. Close enough.
And then Sampo was pushing inside. Heat enveloped his dick. Wet from excessive lube, and more unexpectedly, tight, despite Sampo's careful preparation. They groaned simultaneously. At his sides, Cheetah's knees knocked into him, like they were trying to close. Sampo continued to push in until he bottomed out. His hands shook from excitement. He could feel the way Cheetah's insides clamped down on him, squeezing him tight like a hug.
For a moment, neither man moved. Sampo felt his heartbeat in his ears. It felt so damn good. It took every fibre in his being not to start recklessly fucking Cheetah. He took long, deep breaths, staying his hips. But Aeons he wanted to see Cheetah. Wanted to see how his face twisted into pleasure, bright red and shyly avoiding eye contact.
With a shuddering breath, Sampo asked, "How are you feeling?"
"I'm good. I feel... really full." Cheetah said, voice soft.
Sampo swallowed hard.
Then Cheetah asked, a bit tentative, "Are you also...?"
Sampo leaned forward, planted his hands down onto the bed and, unable to conceal the snarl, he said, "Yes. Of course, kitty. I really... really want to fuck you right now. But I can't make promises to be gentle. Is that okay?"
Below, Sampo felt Cheetah shiver.
"Yes," Cheetah's fingers barely touched Sampo's arm, "I want it. I want—agh...!"
All of the sudden, Sampo snapped his hips. The hand on Sampo's arm curled, nails scratching it like a scratching post. Cheetah, much to Sampo's delight, was vocal. Obscenely so. If Sampo didn't know it was Cheetah's first time, he would have thought he was fucking a porn star. Every unabashed, wanton moan. Every rumbling growl. Every high-pitched, breathy cry.
Sampo drank it up.
It was like Cheetah was a different person. From his lips spilled loud moans and an endless string of 'yes’s.' Cheetah's legs wrapped around Sampo's waist as if he were trying to pull him in closer—sucking him in deeper. Cheetah was squeezing down on him so tightly, he thought his dick would be sliced. Although he wore a condom, it felt hot inside. Soft, fleshy walls clamped down so hard every time Sampo pulled out, and spasmed and twitched every time he slammed back in.
With every thrust, Sampo angled his hips a bit differently, trying to find that one spot where his dick would catch...
“Oh! Hgnh...!” Cheetah keened, his legs tensing around Sampo's waist. "Th-there!" Cheetah cried out, "There—it—!"
Sampo grinned. Even though he was sweating, he tried to tease, "Oh? You like it here?"
"Yes..." Cheetah hissed, arms flying up to hug Sampo. Sampo panted, gritting his teeth like he was trying to grind away his own arousal. Was it possible to be too turned on? Now that he had found Cheetah's prostate, he was relentless in his movements. Over and over, he thrusted into Cheetah, listening to how with every shove of his weight, Cheetah gave a short grunt.
Sampo started to talk. "You’re so sexy, kitty~. You know that? I can hardly believe you’re an alpha. Are my pheromones bothering you?” Sampo's voice was low in Cheetah’s ear.
Cheetah gave a huffy laugh, swallowing down his voice, before he breathed, "I... I don't mind it... I like it." Cheetah's fingers moved from Sampo's back up toward Sampo's head, fingers tangling in his hair. Cheetah held Sampo's head gently, pulling him down for a short kiss.
It was sweet. Tender. Like a lover's kiss.
Sampo could practically see the smile on Cheetah’s face.
His heart skipped a beat—such a silly thing when he couldn't even see the person he was kissing. When he didn't know who this person was. When, by all accounts, he'd never truly get to meet them.
Sampo's hips slowed. Then he leaned down again and kissed Cheetah.
Hard.
"Open your mouth," Sampo demanded. Cheetah listened, thankfully, and obediently let Sampo into his mouth, moans dying in his throat as Sampo sucked on his tongue. "I'm going to move you," Sampo spoke into Cheetah's mouth.
"Huh?" Was all he heard as he flipped Cheetah onto his side and pulled one leg up in the air, positioning himself directly behind. Cheetah jumped at the sudden movement, and then jumped again as Sampo pushed in as deep as he could, unable to hide the smile on his face as Cheetah let out a long, loud moan. Not the best position for a beginner, but Cheetah didn't seem to mind.
“Ah! Wait—” Cheetah's hands tried to claw back at Sampo, scratching the side of his leg, “slow down a bit—”
"You don't know how badly I want to see you right now," Sampo murmured as he kissed the back of Cheetah's neck, nibbling on the salty, sweaty skin. With one hand holding Cheetah's leg up, Sampo drove his cock in as deep as it could go, dizzying pleasure burning up in him.
“Correct me if I'm wrong, but something tells me you like to be roughed up a bit,” Sampo pressed a wet kiss to Cheetah's ear, grinning widely as he listened to the whimpers that escaped Cheetah's throat. Alpha pheromones permeated the room. Again, Sampo was struck with a strange feeling that he recognised those pheromones—it smelled like nature. Flowers. Fresh mint. It reminded Sampo of the wintery Snow Plains. But none of that helped him to figure out who Cheetah was.
"Can't believe it's your first time, kitty. Sorry if I'm being too rough on you. Your voice is so nice to listen to. I like knowing that you're feeling good," Sampo licked at Cheetah's neck as he spoke. "But I wish I could see you. I wish I knew whose pretty lips this voice belonged to." He chuckled into the crook of Cheetah's shoulder. "But don't worry. I won't try to find out. But I bet you're beautiful. You feel amazing. Such a tight, round ass."
Cheetah couldn’t manage a response, too busy getting pounded and choking on his own voice. The obscene sounds of the bed creaking, skin slapping against skin, the loud squelch of lube, and the ridiculous crap spewing from Sampo's mouth created a symphony of utter filth. Sampo sat up to speak directly into Cheetah's ear.
"Do you hear that, kitty? Do you hear how every time I fuck into you, it sounds so wet."
An obscene moan spilled from Cheetah's lips. Delicious.
This guy, whoever he was, was surprising Sampo in dozens of ways. Surprisingly cute. Surprisingly innocent. Surprisingly sexual. Sampo burned with arousal and curiosity.
He never imagined he would ever prefer sleeping with an alpha over an omega, but here he was, getting turned on by some alpha he didn’t know, let alone see; he was drowning in pheromones and yet it only served to drive Sampo further with want and desire.
Suddenly, Cheetah cried out, hand flying back to push on Sampo's leg. "W-wait! I'm about to cum...!"
Sampo groaned not hearing Cheetah. He was close himself. His hips lost their rhythm as he approached the edge.
Then he felt Cheetah squeeze down on him. Cheetah came with a long cry of expletives, his back arching away from Sampo's body and legs tensing. Sampo was fascinated by the sound of Cheetah’s voice and the unending swears, and he felt his own climax coming fast. Tensing up, Sampo came soon after, fingernails digging into Cheetah's leg.
His head swam, his orgasm hitting him hard. For a moment, he only saw white.
Several long seconds passed as both men lay there, back pressed to chest, heaving and drenched in sweat.
And then Sampo pulled out. He rolled onto his back and very nearly pulled the blindfold off, but stopped himself. He was desperate to catch his breath, his body still thrummed with pleasure. Next to him, Cheetah, panted loudly, his breath sounded thin and strained.
Aeons. Seriously. This stupid blindfold. Sampo thought, miffed. If it weren't for this, I could have seen something good. Now, I'll likely never get to see this guy again.
Sampo rolled back onto his side, propping himself on his elbow. He reached out toward Cheetah, hand landing on his sternum.
“What?” Cheetah asked, his voice hoarse. Sampo heard the sound of rustling of sheets and assumed Cheetah had turned to look at him.
“I wish I could've seen your face,” Sampo spoke and was surprised to hear his own voice, “I usually like seeing it when my partners come. I bet you looked pretty."
Next to him, Cheetah sighed heavily. “I asked for one condition," he felt it when Cheetah sat up, "Yet it seems you wish to fight me on it every step of the way,” Sampo felt Cheetah’s hand gently press against his shoulder, as though he was going to push him away.
“And yet, you’ve done nothing to actually stop me from just pulling this blindfold off." Sampo countered, "I’ve had a million chances to do so, but you seem to have an awful lot of trust in me. What would you have done if I did? Huh? I followed your rule to a T, so don't you think I've proven myself trust worthy?" He didn't mean to get so irritated (especially right after sex), but—seriously? A blindfold?
Talk about absurd.
Cheetah was silent for a long time after that, only serving to frustrate Sampo more. He didn't expect Cheetah to actually let him see him. And frankly, it wasn't as if Sampo had to know who Cheetah was. He had fun, he met someone interesting, yes. That's why he never tried to take the blindfold off. If he was a shittier man, he would have. But he told himself it was all in good fun.
He didn't want to spoil the fun.
Moreover, Sampo could tell Cheetah was slightly desperate to find someone willing to comply to his demands. So, Cheetah got what he wanted, and Sampo got to mess around with absolutely no strings attached. It was a win-win.
And yet...
Sampo flopped back down on his back. He shrugged. “Whatever. It’s fine. I’m an understanding guy. I guess all that matters is that it was good for both us, right?"
Cheetah didn't answer. Guess that means we're done here. Should I excuse myself now?
Before Sampo could move to get up, he felt Cheetah shift on the bed, moving in closer and hovering overhead.
"What is it?" Sampo drawled.
Suddenly, Sampo felt something tugging on his blindfold—Cheetah was pulling it off. Sampo felt his heart begin to race.
He’s going to let me see him after all? A shot of exhilaration through his veins as Sampo readied himself to lay his eyes on this mysterious alpha who smelled of mint and fresh snow.
Gentle fingers pulled on the blindfold, slipping down Sampo's face.
His racing heart suddenly dropped into his stomach.
Looking down at him was Gepard Landau.
Sampo felt his blood run cold as he stared wide-eyed up at Gepard.
“Captain…” Sampo whispered.
Sampo's disguise melted away quickly, too shocked to maintain the illusion. His head was reeling, his body was heating up again but in outrage. Above him, Gepard blinked slowly, eyebrows furrowing in confusion as Sampo’s appearance changed. As his brown hair shifted hues into a dark blue.
And then Gepard’s eyes widen to the size of saucers.
“Koski…?” It would seem Gepard was at a total loss for words as well.