Seifer wasn't sure how he managed to be the one lying on his back, arms pinned above his head, but given the wonderful things Squall was doing with his tongue, he wasn't wont to complain.
He didn't plan on giving up the fight, however. When the stakes were higher, he was going to be the one dominating their little dance. As much as this was about sex, it was also about competition, and in terms of rivalry their emotions had never reached a plateau.
When he felt Squall trail a finger up the cleft of his ass, things escalated again.
