Watching
I saw the way Squall moved those hips of his. How he'd walk, toss his hair, lick his lips, and gaze up through those long girly eyelashes. How the leather pants he wore were tight enough to scream the fact that he wore absolutely nothing underneath. Man-oh-man-oh-man, he could work that delicious body of his in ways that would make the most man-hating lesbian reconsider her chosen lifestyle.
And I had thought that I was good.
His act was mouthwatering and trouser-tightening normally, but when he increased his efforts for the benefit of Almasy... Hyne, there are no words. Every thought but the craving to pound his body into the nearest surface would dissolve, your mouth would go dry, and you'd have to grab onto something to prevent creating a scene.
But despite the effects I can barely begin to describe, somehow I'd take note of Almasy's reactions. And grin, because those were the only times the blond's smugly confident demeanor would slip. It's truly an amusing sight to see the former Soceress' Knight's pupils dilate in desire as he gapes stupidly like a fish. His reaction's even funnier after Squall breezes by him without a glance and disappears around a corner. After the spell is broken, Seifer'll get all red and white in turns with lust and anger, get a pissed-off bitchy look on his face, then storm off towards his room. Seifer hates the fact that Squall can cause him to have uncontrollable urges while ignoring him completely. He hates being powerless.
The fact that all Seifer wants is to break Leonhart's icy passivity is glaringly blatant. That's why he taunts Squall, challenges him, gets up in his face every chance he gets. He's obsessed with the brunet, though I'm positive he denies the truth to himself.
But Squall knows. The kid's smart as hell, especially when it comes to Seifer and the way his mind works. He knows exactly what effect every movement, glance, and challenge will have on Seifer's psyche. All Leonhart's admirers would go into catatonic shock it they discovered how deep that perverse sadistic streak of Squall's goes.
Me? Well, I'm into kink. I could take whatever Belt-Boy could dish out and would willingly endure it for the chance to make that sweet body twitch and pant and beg for release.
Note: Had to put this up after reading a little Irvine/Squall. Was the opening part of a long unfinished Sei/Sq and I/Sq story that's been sitting around for about 5 years, but that'll never be completed. Hmm... this is actually very similar to "I Know."