Surely this is an acquiescence, in its own way. A surrender of some of the heat of the moment to look down at Seifer while he does this. Could he possibly know how beautiful he is in that moment? How powerful he looks like that? There are probably women the world over who would pay for the chance to see Squall like this.
And in the moment, Seifer knows he's made a mistake. He's put himself in a position to let Squall see just how much of a hold he has over Seifer. Something Squall doesn't even know yet.
His hands come up, amazingly not shaking or even in a fast enough motion to make anyone jumpy, and grasp Squall's hips. Instead of pulling Squall forward they push the man back a step. Push him back enough for Seifer to move himself. To get up and then go down to his knees in front of Squall. To put himself in a place to look up at the wonder of the other man before his hands start to pull those too tight pants down. His motions are slow, deliberate, their own from of quiet praise as they work to unwrap the one gift he has always wanted.
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And in the moment, Seifer knows he's made a mistake. He's put himself in a position to let Squall see just how much of a hold he has over Seifer. Something Squall doesn't even know yet.
His hands come up, amazingly not shaking or even in a fast enough motion to make anyone jumpy, and grasp Squall's hips. Instead of pulling Squall forward they push the man back a step. Push him back enough for Seifer to move himself. To get up and then go down to his knees in front of Squall. To put himself in a place to look up at the wonder of the other man before his hands start to pull those too tight pants down. His motions are slow, deliberate, their own from of quiet praise as they work to unwrap the one gift he has always wanted.