Squall could barely focus. That tempting body sitting across the room from him was more than he could handle at the moment, and the owner of said body knew that full well. He needed to study, not stare at that t-shirt clad body lying on his bed. Burying his head in his hands, Squall sighed. He wasn't getting anything done tonight and he knew it.
The other looked over, smiling cheekily. "Hey, what's wrong?"
"Nothing," he replied.
Before the other could utter a reply, Squall had him pinned down on the bed. He smirked at Bartz's wide eyed expression. "Not what you were expecting was it?"
"N-no, not really—I mean…" Bartz trailed off to a murmur. Holding both arms with one hand, Squall took off one of his belts and restrained the other's hands. Admiring his work a moment, he looked over the slim body underneath him. A wicked smile crossed Squall's face, and Bartz flinched instinctively.
"You know what this is?" Squall asked bluntly.
"For teasing you—"
"Exactly. Sluts like you need to be punished. Don't they?"
"N-no…" Bartz objected, his face growing hot.
"I think they do," Squall whispered into the Bartz's ear, sending shivers down his spine. He attacked the other's ear, licking the rim and teasing the lobe with his teeth. Bart mewled in pleasure, his body trembling in response. Squall continued his assault on the other's ear with his tongue, bringing his unused hand to caress the neglected ear. Bartz's mewls became moans, his breathing becoming heavier with every stroke.
"I-I'm going to cum—" Bartz managed out with breathy voice.
Squall stopped, sitting back up.
"What are you doing—"
"What you did to me last night, you dirty whore. Now put some pants on so I can study," Squall stated, untying his belt around Bartz's wrists.
Never had being glared at all night been so satisfying.