For the first time, perhaps in the entirety that they've known each other, Squall sees the cracks in Seifer's bravado. There's something painfully earnest in the eyes that look up at him. Like Seifer trusts him with every inch of himself. He never thought Seifer would be the type to soften into sincerity but now he can't imagine why it hadn't crossed his mind before because of course Seifer with all of his ideals, all of his romantic dreams, is going to approach this with sincerity.
The vulnerability it must require feeds the need inside of Squall. He wants to trap Seifer against the nearest wall or between the mattress and not let him up until every scarred inch of him has been kissed and cared for. It isn't just desire that smarts like a whiplash across his heart. It's something more.
"Whatever you want," he pants in offering as he keeps his hips from arching forward into the mouth that still manages to be a tease. The flick of that tongue making all of his sense briefly leave him.
"Open up," the order would sound vulgar if it wasn't panted out with an acute tenderness. "Let me give it to you. It's yours. It's always been yours, Seifer."
And if Seifer needs the encouragement, Squall is more than happy to hook his hand gently around his jaw to better angle himself to the mouth he wants to sink into and the body he wants to call home.
It doesn't need to be an order. Maybe another day Seifer might test Squall's patience, see if he could convince the other to be as forceful as Seifer might well enjoy. As it was, he doesn't need encouragement. He just opens his mouth and moves forward. No teasing lick this time, just taking the head of Squall's cock into his mouth.
That said, he was always going to be some sort of tease, so Squall was going to have to deal with the fact that Seifer wasn't going to try and take much of him at first. Not when he could close his eyes, inhale to breathe in the smell of the other man, and run the tip of his tongue around the crown.
After all, he knows this can drive someone crazy. He had a lot more experience in that than he'd ever admit.
It's almost infuriating that Seifer is good, even at this. The surety in the movement, the utter confidence with which Seifer opens his mouth for him, makes Squall want to keep him there on his knees until the smugness drains out of him. His breath catches with the feel of him, the heat and cushion of Seifer's tongue, and the curl of it under the head of him that makes Squall tighten his grip in Seifer's hair.
"Hyne," the word gusts out of him like an illicit prayer that's as much to ground him as it is to praise the motion. Except he doesn't want to praise Seifer when he looks like this, a holdover from the stubborn way they used to clash as reckless teenagers with neither of them giving the other even an inch of approval. It's what had made the applause after the SeeD exam so disarming. They've always had the capacity to encourage each other...Seifer had just had nothing to lose by finally showing it.
And even though there's nothing to lose by enjoying all of Seifer's obvious skill, Squall still can't help but rein in the way his breath has gone ragged or the stillness of his body despite the way his hips want to drive himself the rest of the way down Seifer's throat.
"I hate that I'm not the first," he confesses in way that comes out strained, as if the admission surprises even him. His treacherous mind wants to supply him with all of the other men it could have been, but Squall refuses to get past the first several faces because they don't matter. Just like everything he's done with Rinoa. All that matters is: "I'll be the last."
It's meant to be a promise but the way he presses himself a few inches deeper into Seifer's mouth feels like a parry instead. A counterpoint to the opening strike of Seifer's tongue. Even in this, Squall finds a way to make this a dance between them.
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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on 2025-04-17 12:49 am (UTC)The vulnerability it must require feeds the need inside of Squall. He wants to trap Seifer against the nearest wall or between the mattress and not let him up until every scarred inch of him has been kissed and cared for. It isn't just desire that smarts like a whiplash across his heart. It's something more.
"Whatever you want," he pants in offering as he keeps his hips from arching forward into the mouth that still manages to be a tease. The flick of that tongue making all of his sense briefly leave him.
"Open up," the order would sound vulgar if it wasn't panted out with an acute tenderness. "Let me give it to you. It's yours. It's always been yours, Seifer."
And if Seifer needs the encouragement, Squall is more than happy to hook his hand gently around his jaw to better angle himself to the mouth he wants to sink into and the body he wants to call home.
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on 2025-04-17 03:46 pm (UTC)That said, he was always going to be some sort of tease, so Squall was going to have to deal with the fact that Seifer wasn't going to try and take much of him at first. Not when he could close his eyes, inhale to breathe in the smell of the other man, and run the tip of his tongue around the crown.
After all, he knows this can drive someone crazy. He had a lot more experience in that than he'd ever admit.
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on 2025-04-24 03:34 am (UTC)"Hyne," the word gusts out of him like an illicit prayer that's as much to ground him as it is to praise the motion. Except he doesn't want to praise Seifer when he looks like this, a holdover from the stubborn way they used to clash as reckless teenagers with neither of them giving the other even an inch of approval. It's what had made the applause after the SeeD exam so disarming. They've always had the capacity to encourage each other...Seifer had just had nothing to lose by finally showing it.
And even though there's nothing to lose by enjoying all of Seifer's obvious skill, Squall still can't help but rein in the way his breath has gone ragged or the stillness of his body despite the way his hips want to drive himself the rest of the way down Seifer's throat.
"I hate that I'm not the first," he confesses in way that comes out strained, as if the admission surprises even him. His treacherous mind wants to supply him with all of the other men it could have been, but Squall refuses to get past the first several faces because they don't matter. Just like everything he's done with Rinoa. All that matters is: "I'll be the last."
It's meant to be a promise but the way he presses himself a few inches deeper into Seifer's mouth feels like a parry instead. A counterpoint to the opening strike of Seifer's tongue. Even in this, Squall finds a way to make this a dance between them.
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on 2025-04-24 08:46 pm (UTC)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.