To be honest, Hayner didn't mind being laughed at when he was placed in the other's lap. He had been about to hit him...but being this close made up for it. He thought for a moment, watching the movie for a few seconds before switching himself around to look at Seifer, his own arms going around his neck. A loud snorting sound came from the top of the stairs.

"Something else sounds like fun." He offered, licking his lips. He glanced at the stairwell a moment, snorting slightly with what he was greeted with. A few loud snorting sounds came from it before something fat and huge landed on the couch, hopping up and sniffing at the junction of Seifer and Hayner; right at their crotches.

"Bentley, back off." Hayner offered, pushing the brown and white English bulldog away. He gave some kind of 'harrumph!' noise and moved over to lay on the other couch. "Sorry about that...he's very...investigative?"

So, Seifer had been correct--Hayner really wasn't all that interested in the movie.

He pressed their foreheads together, glancing over at the bulldog. He managed to reach over and scratch his ears before the poor thing was booted off the couch. Despite his tough outer shell, he had a soft spot for animals and would often feed strays that wandered around his neighborhood at night.

As he watched Bentley leave, Seifer re-focused his attention on Hayner, bringing a hand up to rest it on his back. "If it really sounds that nice to you, shouldn't you be being the investigative one?" he teased, almost encouragingly.

Well...he had been at first, but temptation had risen too perfectly.

To be honest, he was kind of unsure when he saw Seifer reaching to pet the dog. He knew that he could be tough and harsh to be around, so he had been expecting the worst...but Bentley left unharmed, and he smiled. He had never thought of Seifer to be one to like animals. Maybe it was easier because it was a dog; he could see Seifer looking pretty nice with two big Dobermans or something. He gently began to kiss at his lips, a little hesitant at first, before he more firmly sealed them together.

His hands began to roam over the other's taught body, reaching for the zipper on his inner vest and yanking it down, trying to push both of them out of the way so he could get a good look and feel of the other's sculpted muscles. Nobody would be home for a long time; they had plenty of time to explore and look everything over.

Seifer responded to the kiss willingly enough, accepting the slow pace at first, but then upping it once he did, quickly attempting to dominate it. He liked to dominate kisses, but he preferred to be a bit less dominating in other areas, often slowing down and staying still to taunt the other person.

He helped Hayner shrug the vest away, letting it slip down his arms. He flicked it off once it got to his wrists, hoping Bentley wouldn't trot up and chew on it or something, and reciprocated the attempt at exploring, reaching up to try and remove whatever article of Hayner's clothing his hands reached first.

Hayner wasn't always willing to let himself submit in kisses; he often practiced with Roxas, and neither of them could find a decent way to do this, because they wanted to dominate each other. But...with Seifer, Hayner felt himself opening his mouth and even trying to coax the other's tongue into his mouth. It was almost like a desperate need; he wanted it bad.

He allowed himself to remove his own vest, working it down until he dropped it back onto the floor. Next was his shirt, but he wasn't sure he wanted to remove his hands or lips from the other, even for the five seconds it would take to toss his black tank top off. Upon closer inspection, it almost looked like a girl's; but Hayner would never admit that. With its spaghetti straps, it was almost too obvious.

Seifer was the one to break the kiss, momentarily, to pull Hayner's shirt off and start working at his own. He wanted to get them off before the need to kiss was just...far too nice...for him to stop.

The tank top amused him, in all the right ways. Sure, it was really girly. Now he knew why he wore the vest over it.

Hayner whimpered a little at the loss of contact but allowed their shirts to be tossed to the floor. At least his tank top wasn't low cut, though, so it wasn't obvious without the vest. He slipped down closer to Seifer's body, their chests touching and his hips grinding slightly into the other's stomach.

He liked that smile on the other's face. It still held a smirk, but it was nice.

Seifer shifted, adjusting when he adjusted, and brought Hayner more down into his lap. It was a nice feeling, really. This was his first time getting closer to a male since his sophomore year, and he'd missed it.

His smirk only widened when he saw the amusement on the other boy's face, and he brought him back down for another heated kiss.

The other's knees seemed to peak behind him, holding him tight against his body. His eyelids fluttered a little and a happy look overcame him before he leant down into the kiss.

He'd only been able to do this with Roxas, and it never felt...right. They just practiced, because they each had their own secret they were practicing for. They didn't need to tell each other who it was; they just needed to know why they were doing this. He was so glad, though, now, that he had practiced. His mouth opened up once more, wanting more contact.

Seifer idly ran a hand through Hayner's hair, keeping one arm locked around his waist--keeping them very close together at all times.

Once again, he quickly dominated the kiss, tongue never stopping its movement. He'd had practice before. But in the form of girls. He hadn't been with another boy for quite some time...so he was a bit rusty on some things. That didn't stop him from encouraging Hayner, though.

Hayner's hips moved subconsciously, a little bit here and there, his rear rubbing against the arm every so often. He wanted more touch and that meant anywhere. Even as he moved, their chests pressed together and rubbed a little, causing tingles to erupt all over his body. His legs didn't even mind if they were bent on either side of Seifer's body, and they really liked the position, even. He hated that his bare leg, beneath the hem of his shorts, where they stopped covering him, hit jeans. Why couldn't Seifer wear shorts, too?

Once more, he submitted into the kiss, allowing him to take over and letting a soft noise or two escape him; they were all good noises. His body continued to react and move against him, his hands moving to roam over his body, then they both slipped up under the beanie the elder boy always wore, locking his hands in the soft, short hair and purring a little when it caused the black material to scoot off his head and land on the back of the couch.

Seifer kept up his dominating kiss, also allowing his curious hands to wander. Down his chest...up his back...up and down his shoulders...up his neck...everywhere he could get his hands on, he touched. After a while, he grew a bit impatient, and he reached down to tug at Hayner's pants, pointedly.

Seifer grumbled at the loss of his hat--he would force Hayner to fetch it later--under the kiss, but that didn't stop his movements. He brought his free hand up to tangle in the other boy's hair, tightly, as he kissed him.

The tugging had Hayner's hips rolling slightly, obviously very much reacting to this kiss. He groaned softly, more unsure than anything, as he let his hands snake down and work at his shorts. However, once he had them unzipped and unbuttoned...he seemed a little more hesitant to take them off. He more firmly planted his hips against Seifer's, the zipper trying to bite through the reason he wouldn't finish getting undressed.

Hayner grabbed the hat from behind him with his free hand and laid it on the couch beside them, that hands returning to the other's hair; it felt nice under his fingers.

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Seifer tilted his head a bit to kiss him more deeply, hands shooting down immediately to pull his shorts and boxers off when Hayner showed hesitance, tossing them aside with ease. Patience was a virtue he rarely had.

Now assured that his hat was safe and wouldn't fall down the back of the couch, Seifer readjusted himself, sprawling out more and fitting Hayner more snugly into his lap, running his hands through his hair gently.

The reason, though, that Hayner had been more hesitant was that he hadn't planned for this today and his underwear was anything but boxers; some small little..thing his mother had bought him. She thought having a gay son meant she could play dress-up with him.

A groan left him as they laid out more, dragging his hips over the other's jeans and gasping slightly. Both hands worked down to the button and zip, his eyes closed as he let his kisses trail down Seifer's face and to his neck and collarbone. He was very careful, habitually, not to leave any marks until he got to a spot that he knew would be covered by the other's shirt.

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Seifer kept one hand fisted in Hayner's hair, eyelids fluttering closed at all the sensations. He kept the other hand running up and down his back, encouraging him to move forward. That underwear was really something else, though--he hadn't taken too much notice of it before, but it was quite girly. Just how much girly clothing did Hayner own?

Seifer sprawled himself out a bit more to give Hayner easier access to his last major article of clothing, keeping his eyes closed and a grin on his face.

That hand in his hair spurred him along, as did the hand on his bare back, eliciting soft noises every so often, along with unconscious bucks of his hips. He had a very sensitive back. He couldn't help it; his mother tried to girlify him; she'd always wanted a girl, but she'd ended up with a gay boy instead. Same difference, right?

Those pants were getting even more annoying and soon Hayner lifted himself up to toss them off, hoping Seifer had already gotten rid of his shoes.

Seifer noticed how he reacted to his back and hair being played with...and he only intensified the touches, grinning. He'd found a nice, weak, sensitive spot.

Seifer, thankfully, had left his shoes at the door. He lifted his legs up a bit to help Hayner successfully remove his pants, anticipation running high.

The harder and more intense the touches grew, the louder the noises of the younger male became. His body would shake and writhe against the touches, his kisses becoming more prolonged and more like occasional nips and sucks.

His own shoes remained at the door, as well, and as he slid down the other's pants his heart fluttered; he knew this wasn't about emotions, but it certainly could be in his head. He took a glance at the TV screen; it was so weird to be doing this when people were being eaten on TV.

Seifer stopped all touches for a moment to stare at a particularly gory scene on the TV screen, raising an eyebrow. He also felt it was weird doing this with all the horrified screams and sounds of ripping flesh in the background. He also was amused by the fact that the dog was still in the room, curled up happily on the other sofa and not caring about what was going on.

"You sure you don't want to move this somewhere else?" he offered, pointedly. "Unless you've got some sort of zombie fetish or something, and hearing it the background turns you on or something."

Bentley never let Hayner out of his sight when he was home. He'd stay with him no matter what, even if he wasn't getting attention. Otherwise, he'd bark and scratch at the door, waiting to come inside and protect his boy.

"...I'm not that into them, nah." He shook his head. Then the thought poured into his head of Seifer being a zombie. That would be the one to convince him that necrophilia was a good thing. "Let's go to my room." He offered, slowly letting himself loose from the other's arms and offering a hand to him. "Wanna grab our clothes?" He even paused the movie for them.

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Seifer idly wondered if Bentley would follow them, should they get up to go somewhere else.

"Pfft. I think you are," he teased, stretching. He took the offered hand with stride, standing up and leaning down to gather up his clothes. "Pretty sure if we move quickly enough, no one outside will see a couple of naked teenagers sprinting through your house," he informed him, grinning. "Let's just gather 'em up and take them with us."

Hayner knew he would, but he'd go to the closet and lay in there where he was supposed to when Hayner had company.

"Mhm.." He offered in reply, "Only for you." He said that softer, reaching down to grab up his own clothes. "I doubt anyone would be staring outside waiting for it, but you're probably right." He smiled, heading away from the couch and towards the stairs. Bentley lumbered down from the couch and followed at a slower pace, seeming like he was too fat for this. He was a healthy weight, but he was lazier than most.

"You know, if I really was motivated enough, I could find a decent zombie costume and wear it for you," Seifer quipped, finally locating all of his clothes and following Hayner to the stairs.

He leaned down and scratched Bentley's ears playfully once they got to the stairs.

"I'm sure Olette could always paint you up to look like one. She's good with make-up, and she made me an' Roxas look like zombies last year for Halloween." They had even had a moment to scare the little kids where they had been 'feasting' on fake bloody body parts.

Bentley didn't seem to mind, following along behind the boys. Once up on the base floor, Hayner led the way upstairs, past a door that had police tape and a 'Enter at Your Own Risk' sign on it, then a plain door, another door, and, finally, at the end of the hallway was a room with a big 'STOP' sign on it, with the word 'Quarentined' underneath it. He jiggled the handle a bit before it unlocked and he worked his way in. "It's a mess, I warn you, now." He offered; and it was. A sea of Coke cans seemed to be held on any surface that possibly could. Clothes lay everywhere; a mixture of boys' and girls', including a slinky little pale blue nighty slung over his desk chair. He ignored it and moved to the bed, actually kind of big, considering he was so close to Roxas that the two of them had demanded a bed big enough for the two of them. Clearing it off the best he could, he made sure he looked rather alluring as he did it, trying to keep Seifer's mind off of the clothes that his mom made him wear.