None of his retaliatory affection is born from previous experience. There is only carnal instinct and the need to give as good as he gets that drives Squall to bite at Seifer's lips and pull at his hair. Everything about this feels years in the making; an unrealized epilogue to every one of their duels.
Even the unexpected smack against his thigh harkens to a time when the flat of their blades might be used for a taunt. Squall gasps open mouthed against Seifer's kiss-bitten lips and relishes the heady thrill of their on-going battle for dominance.
"This," a pointed nip to Seifer's jawline, "isn't," a scrape of teeth against his throat, "the bed," and then a firm latching of his mouth to Seifer's neck muffles his groan as Squall sucks a deliberate mark into his skin. He's made up entirely of urgent desire and hunger, the entirety of it something he presses against Seifer as he arches up from the counter to better make contact with the body trapping his own.
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on 2025-02-13 07:52 am (UTC)Even the unexpected smack against his thigh harkens to a time when the flat of their blades might be used for a taunt. Squall gasps open mouthed against Seifer's kiss-bitten lips and relishes the heady thrill of their on-going battle for dominance.
"This," a pointed nip to Seifer's jawline, "isn't," a scrape of teeth against his throat, "the bed," and then a firm latching of his mouth to Seifer's neck muffles his groan as Squall sucks a deliberate mark into his skin. He's made up entirely of urgent desire and hunger, the entirety of it something he presses against Seifer as he arches up from the counter to better make contact with the body trapping his own.