Hey, there was nothing wrong with wanting to be good at the things you're going to be doing frequently. And yes, he did this frequently once upon a time. There had been clubs and strangers whose faces and names he had already forgotten, and more than a few illicit hookups at Garden itself. After all, the rules weren't as serious on fraternizing with the same gender.
But those words, damn they are music to his ears. It's words that meant Squall had wanted something with him. That they could have fumbled through this together. Seifer groans in desire at the very thought of it. And instead, there he is, dealing with Squall pressing further in, swearing no one else would ever have this from Seifer again.
Makes him feel alive in a way he never knew he could before. Enough that Seifer's free hand moved from Squall's hip. Moved instead to grind his heel against his own aching cock still in his pants.
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But those words, damn they are music to his ears. It's words that meant Squall had wanted something with him. That they could have fumbled through this together. Seifer groans in desire at the very thought of it. And instead, there he is, dealing with Squall pressing further in, swearing no one else would ever have this from Seifer again.
Makes him feel alive in a way he never knew he could before. Enough that Seifer's free hand moved from Squall's hip. Moved instead to grind his heel against his own aching cock still in his pants.