There's an edge of mortification in knowing he'd been the subject of such talks, but it's drowned out by the fact that they'd been had to begin with. That some part of Seifer hadn't been able to keep his attraction to himself or had worn it so openly that Fuijn had clocked it. If he'd been able to elicit these noises from Seifer during their sparring, then perhaps Squall would have been braver in his attempts to seek them out. Now, his fingers sift through too-long blonde hair to get a good grip on the ends, pulling them as his breath catches with the thought of Seifer wet and eager.
"She was right," he rasps while trying to steady the violent pulse of desire that thrums through him. "You were an idiot." They both were, but it's easier to tease and Squall isn't interested in talking as much as he just wants to make up for lost time, kissing Seifer with a force that might have been bruising.
"Gonna make it up to me?" he pants between biting kisses and the tease of his tongue over Seifer's lips, coercing him the best way he knows how: with a challenge.
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on 2025-04-15 03:33 am (UTC)"She was right," he rasps while trying to steady the violent pulse of desire that thrums through him. "You were an idiot." They both were, but it's easier to tease and Squall isn't interested in talking as much as he just wants to make up for lost time, kissing Seifer with a force that might have been bruising.
"Gonna make it up to me?" he pants between biting kisses and the tease of his tongue over Seifer's lips, coercing him the best way he knows how: with a challenge.