Seymour Smith smiled pleasedly with a contented sigh. Elliot Knight was tenderly squeezing Seemore into his larger side, his dopily smiling face mumbling incoherently, yet also sleepily into the crook of Seymour's neck. Kyd Wykkyd was lying wearily just in his usual dark costume, except he lacked the sleek boots, long gloves and strange cow, unlike Seemore, who was dressed in a baby blue tank top underneath a very baggy, pastel yellow sweater, some loose mint green shorts with of course his golden necklace with a cute bee charm. Surprisingly too, he was without his useful helmet too- rendering Seymour completely blind. But honestly, being cocooned closely by his much taller partner pleasantly made no problem out of it at all.
After their most recent heist, Elliot had been awfully exhausted and had practically swooned immediately onto the hard floor. It really did dampen Seymour considerably that he couldn't just carry him, or at least gently drag him, when Kyd easily picked him up bridal style with such charming, caring confidence, it instantly soothed his sometimes troubled mind. He had tried desperately but in the end, Seemore's grunt of effort became a sigh of defeat as he soon staggered backwards with exerted pants. Mammoth brotherly sympathised and had reluctantly gently lifted up Elliot, aka the scary boyfriend, trailing through the corridors so meticulously as to not awaken the frightening half demon. It was… weird. Kyd had looked entirely different. Instead of his usual intimidating scowl he flashed to anyone but Seymour, he had now a winsome, tired smile. Instead of his usual tense, stiff posture, he had now an exposed, sprawled out position. Instead of looking strong, he looked… vulnerable. Wow. Mammoth had never thought to ever see this.
Swiftly, he had forebearingly entered Seymour's colourful bedroom (truthfully, he was too fearful to go into Kyd's own) and lay him delicately on the thick duvet, tensing frightenedly as Elliot stirred slightly- only to snuggle into the familiar scent. Mammoth had sighed heavily with unbridled relief and retreated immediately to the spacious living room. Soon afterwards, Seemore had rushed in, instantly cuddling up to Elliot.
Therefore, Seymour was presently being tightly hugged from behind by a fast asleep, adorable Kyd Wykkyd.
Seemore twisted onto his other side so he was soon relaxedly facing Elliot's pale face. Seymour softened considerably- he rarely had Elliot being so simply peaceful. Tenderly, he caressed Kyd's now unconsciously blushing cheek with a continually widening smile, especially as Kyd stirred gradually. Drowsily, Elliot opened his amber eyes slowly, humming contentedly, yet also lethargically as he pleasedly saw Seymour beside him, currently blind, in casual, charming clothes and the very necklace Kyd himself had gifted him with. Elliot gently cupped his smaller boyfriend's face in his pale hands and pulled their foreheads together comfortingly.
"How are you, honey? I feel so-so,"Kyd was unfortunately, though furtively cutely, interrupted by a weary yawn,"Ugh, tired. That mission was so exhausting- are you tired too?"
"Not really, Ellie. But then you did do loads of magic, practically saved the day and all our butts like my prince charming, hmm. You saved me like five times, when I'd probably be pretty hurt without you,"Seemore explained lovingly, giggling amusedly as he squished Elliot's narrow face playfully.
"That means you're my damsel in distress then, love! But you are really strong too, you just don't realise it yet. And I love you too. But just remember i am a really scary demon so obviously i'm going to be super powerful and all,"Kyd teased gamesomely.
"I love you loads when you are nice and loving… but I kinda hate you when you act all smug and scary- even though you are just silly,"Seymour giggled affectionately, a pretty blush building onto his cheeks.
"But you like knowing that your boyfriend is an unstoppable demon spawn, don't you? You can just call him whether you want me beating up some thug or best of all Private Hive. You have your prince to save you,"Elliot taunted entertainedly.
"Shush it,"Seemore tittered pleasedly, feeling Kyd hug even more warmer and tighter.
"Oh I bet I can shush us both up,"Elliot replied amusedly.
Seymour smiled knowingly and scarcely could think before Kyd was softly kissing Seemore on the lips. His usually thoughtful mind blanked so soon all he could muse of lovingly was Elliot Knight- and Elliot Knight only. Kyd rested one of his pale hands at the nape of Seymour's neck, the other on Seymour's hips, just as Seemore placed his own hands on Elliot's broader shoulders. He was swiftly eagerly massaging them caringly, especially giggling sweetly through the pleasant kiss as Kyd relaxedly slumped into his smaller frame. Seymour pulled away reluctantly for a short intake of ragged breath, only before Kyd happily tugged him into another tender kiss, closing his amber eyes relaxedly.
"Hey, See, you know where- oh,"came Jinx's voice from the doorway.
The two boys froze in their exact position, Seymour Smith burning up embarrassedly and humiliatedly pulling away from Kyd, though conspicuously yearning she had just interrupted at least ten minutes later.
"O-oh, h-hi, Ji-jinx,"Seemore stammered awkwardly, slowly looking up from his rather intimate position.
"Oh. Oh my. You two are really… going for it I guess,"Jinx choked out sheepishly.
"What do you not understand about privacy? I was enjoying that! Honestly, See is so shy, he only does this in private, so why do you have to spoil it, you incompetent imbecile!,"Elliot snapped outragedly, glowering ferociously.
"Honey, no, i-it is ok,"Seymour assured shakily,"What is it, Jinx?"
"It… it doesn't matter. I'll let you two get on with your… stuff,"she said awkwardly, fleeing urgently subsequently.
Elliot seethingly glared at the back of her head, with such fervent outrage, Seemore frowned uncomfortably as he gently turned his taller partner's pale face back to his own. Almost immediately, Elliot's hard scowl softened into a loving beam, which melted Seymour's already vastly warmed up heart even more so. Seemore almost instinctively pulled Kyd into a satisfying kiss again, soon just savouring the amazing affection in the glorious way Elliot tightly hugged him like he meant the whole world to him. Wow, this was the one thing he missed most about spending time alone with Kyd Wykkyd in his own spacious apartment- no shame, no caution and no awkwardness. Even with his entire sight gone, Seymour still felt completely safe, a luxurious fact that was the case each time they shared their precious moments. Honestly, they required more of this after the horrible, utter lack of it recently. Both boys seemed lost in their own affectionate fantasies when-
"Hey, ugh, Seemore, have you- oh,"came Mammoth's voice from the doorway.
Elliot Knight jolted up frustratedly and Seymour Smith flushed entirely red with immense humiliation.
What was it with no privacy in the Hive Five?