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Without thinking, Seifer wrapped that arm around him in a comforting manner. "I could be up for some cuddling, actually...I'd just need to cool down my thoughts and think about things, first. And I'd like that--I'll have to do a full inventory of your wardrobe sometime..."
Seifer seemed content...but he was still tense, of course. |
Hayner blinked a little, nuzzling against him gently. He purred a little and smiled, hugging him loosely. "Yeah...I understand. I...still need to think some about it, too." He nodded, then blushed a little, looking at him. "Mm...alright, then...we can have a fashion show or something, later." Olette had always called it that; sometimes she even borrowed his clothes.
Hayner, too, seemed a little happy about this, nice and secure but...he, too, was tense. Almost as if this was the calm before the storm. |
While the words 'fashion show' brought an array of...colorful...images to Seifer's mind, he nodded, pulling his other arm around Hayner. "All right. Works for me."
Seifer was just tense because he wasn't used to opening up and showing his emotions...especially not to a rival...well...former rival. |
"Mm...what do you want to do, then? It's...six right now." He nodded a little, looking at a clock nearby on a table. "Food should be here in about forty minutes, and we have the movie downstairs, and clothes upstairs...it's up to you."
Hayner, as much as he would admit he liked Seifer, was still a little unsure of trusting him. The guy had beaten his face in on multiple occasions...and suddenly they were so close? It was odd for him. But...those strong arms around him...he wanted badly to sit in his lap again, whether it caused something more or not. So, in a moment, he did move into his lap, kissing him again. It wasn't a kiss that should start anything; he just wanted to kiss him again. |
"Finishing the movie sounds nice--we should save the clothes for later," Seifer decided finally, unaware of the trust issues floating around. He was a little too dense and focused on his own feelings to notice.
He did, however, notice the kiss, and he returned it with fervor. |
The kiss lasted for a few minutes, Hayner not wanting to leave those chapped, warm lips that felt so good against his, and his body loved those hands. He let himself get lost in the sensation for a bit, before finally pulling back with a blush so deep he could rival a red sunset.
"Okay..." He nodded a little, "Mom's getting home late...when do you think you're gonna...leave?" He said the last word as if he really didn't like it. |
Seifer seemed just as breathless and content, but he didn't blush. He rarely ever blushed. Anyone who made him blush was either a true professional or some sort of god.
He raised an eyebrow. "You want me to sleep over?" |
Then, that must have meant that Hayner was a God; unless blushing during sex didn't count. He remembered that sex face in the back of his mind, and dwelling on it made him get a little uncomfortable in his pants. Or, in this case, lack there-of.
"Yes!" The offer made him squeal out a reply before he had the chance to stop himself. He clamped his mouth shut afterward and that blush was even deeper; he looked down between them and closed his eyes. He nodded, then, feeling really stupid for that. |
Seifer still seemed to think that Hayner was quite the professional in that field. He supposed he'd have to mentally thank Roxas. Because he sure as hell wasn't going to tell the boy to his face.
In response to the squeal, Seifer stared at him, then grinned. "Fine. I'll stay over..." He didn't comment on how girly that had been. |
Hayner was proud of himself; that blush was his pride and joy. Roxas would definitely lay waste to Hayner's face if he found out Seifer knew, though, so it would be beneficial if he never found out.
"Thanks.." Hayner looked up at him, that grin back in place, and he kissed him once more. "Okay...do you need clothes?" He questioned, "I doubt you'll fit in mine..." |
Seifer was going to attempt to blush around him only during play-time. He was far too much of a 'man' to do it any other time. And he suspected Roxas would flip out, so he decided not to tell him anything.
Seifer's grin was also back in place, and he returned the kiss, somewhat affectionate. "No problem. Nah, I'll just take a shower while I'm here and sleep in these," he assured him, nodding. |
Hayner didn't mind; he'd blush like mad, plenty enough for both of them. Especially, now, since he felt like he could sort of be himself around Seifer. That was a strange thought, though.
"Alright..." Hayner nodded, trying to keep away from another kiss, this time planting it on Seifer's nose. "You're a good kisser." He offered, "We should go to the movie before we get distracted again." |
Seifer seemed comfortable, but not with being emotional. He could be friendly, but...that was about it.
"Thanks..." He grinned. "And I agree. Let's hurry up before we have a chance to get distracted." |
Hayner was plenty comfortable, even sitting in the lap of his arch rival. He liked it, even.
He stood slowly, backing down the stairs. "The food should be here, soon, too, so..." He paused, "You still gonna answer?" At the bottom of the stairs, he swished his hips a little, making the flare of the tiny dress fluff up and spin slightly around his thighs. |
Seifer still considered Hayner his rival, but in a more positive way, now.
"Yeah, I'll still answer," he promised, wondering if he was swinging his hips like that on purpose. It was mesmerizing. And distracting. And making him not want to watch the movie. |
Hayner definitely thought that it was better being whatever this was than being at each other's throats.
"Thanks." He offered, giving those doe-eyes that always made Roxas want to ravish him even more. Of course, Seifer was the first and only to ever be able to do that, and he liked it that way. |
Seifer was beginning to think it was better, as well...he wasn't completely sure yet, though.
"No problem..." The innocent eyes he was giving him made him both want to konk him on the head and kiss him again. |
Hayner liked it. He couldn't help it. Seifer had gotten to him.
After a bit, he sashayed away, towards the basement, dogs in toe. The swaying of the material was just as enticing as his hips; it was a wonder that he had learned all this from Roxas. |
Seifer followed him down to the basement, resisting the urge to defy his tired body and plunge headfirst into round two. He managed to keep his desires to himself as he followed him, focusing on wondering what would happen if Hayner's mother walked in on them like this.
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Knowing Hayner's mom, she'd likely just be excited that her son finally found someone to wear those clothes for. And that he would, hopefully, stay out of trouble if he had someone to keep him in line. She was a woman of her own principal, and that often meant trying to set her son up with other boys she knew through the other women and men at her work.
He sat on the main couch, Harker crawling up and laying out in an odd 'L' shape on the smallest couch piece to rest his head in the other's lap, looking up with eyes that said something akin to 'Fried Rice Nao Plz.' Bentley even managed to get up on the same couch from earlier, laying on a fluffy pillow. |
Seifer certainly hoped the response was as accepting as that. Otherwise, he might lose his temper and end up yelling at the woman. He didn't think he'd have to resort to that, though, so he was calm.
Seifer sat next to Hayner, stretching a bit to make himself comfortable. |
Hayner's mom was always like that; she was so chill about everything that it was fine.
Hayner got comfortable as well, closing his eyes a moment as he started the movie up again. He leant against Seifer, smiling slightly and watching despite his usual tenseness during this movie. (( I...just had an odd plot twist. O_o; )) |
((Oooh. Do tell.))
Seifer wrapped an arm around his shoulders, leaning on him as well, as he watched the movie. Guts and gore and violent music. Lovely. |
(( I'll PM it to you. <3 ))
Hayner, for once, wasn't freaking out with all the blood. He could deal with his own, but...the blood of others, even fake, was gross. He usually couldn't handle it. |
((Kay! :D))
Seifer kept an arm around him, watching the movie with glee. He loved horror movies. Suspense and mystery were also good. But horror was the best, by far, for him. |
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