Seymour Smith pouted irritatedly from where he was nestled comfortably into Elliot Knight's side, furtively pleasedly feeling Kyd Wykkyd's lanky arm securely holding him closer. Seemore had previously been initially watching Elliot's lissom chest rise and fall rhythmically, a comforting pleasantry often abandoned, as they sat in a content silence in Seymour's colourful bedroom on his very own comfy bed. They had agreed to watch a movie, though Kyd had urgently pleaded to relish his own favourite- Titanic -but Seemore knew it was merely so he could admiringly gawk at Jack, or Leonardo DiCaprio as his younger self. Grudgingly, he had agreed disgustedly.
And presently, he was actually starting to revel it. With a relaxed sigh, Seemore delicately rested his smaller hand over Elliot's continually beating heart, humming contentedly. Nonetheless, Kyd's amber eyes stayed glued to the flashing screen. Seymour tenderly grabbed Elliot's limp hand and fiddled absentmindedly with his taller boyfriend's pale fingers, pulling it over to his own face instead. He giggled sweetly as Kyd rubbed his fingers gently along his now blushing cheek though without properly looking of course, before lightly pressing a mere finger to Seymour's smiling lips playfully. Seemore nuzzled towards the physical contact eagerly and soon scowled moodily at the lack of it.
Obviously something had to be done.
Abruptly, Seymour squeezed Elliot's lissom torso in a much too tight hug and mercilessly yanked Kyd to his side instead, already grabbing the discarded remote and switching off the once playing television. Elliot groaned frustratedly when he sighed playfully as Seemore pounced keenly besides him, and squishing him lovingly in another suffocating embrace. Seymour buried his beaming face in the crook of Kyd's neck, pleasedly feeling Elliot caress tenderly along Seemore's smaller back. Seymour grinned impishly at the bedraggled collar of Kyd's floral shirt (that unfortunately did not matching Kyd's filthy jeans Elliot was proudly wearing) that Seemore had personally forced him in, making them match perfectly as he had exactly said, as Seymour himself was donned in a flowery shirt with baby blue cropped slacks. Seemore wrapped Elliot's long black hair around his hands delicately, occasionally pulling playfully. Kyd always chuckled softly, lightly kissing Seymour's cheek frequently, just to see Seemore cutely blush further and adorably smiler harder. With a content sigh, Elliot gently held him closer.
"Awh, so fussy and petty, aren't you, love? Always need attention. Always need me to look at you. And most annoyingly always force me to pay you attention like a little puppy, hmm?,"he whispered teasingly,"And I always obey, don't I?"
"Cos you're just one big softie, honey,"Seymour giggles sweetly, tenderly petting behind Kyd's ears and eliciting Elliot's cute purrs.
"Hmm. Says you. What maniac actually wears floral shirts and cropped slacks together?,"Kyd purred playfully, smiling admiringly as Seemore wriggled around until he was staring up lovingly at his taller partner.
"And what weirdo wears tank tops everyday? Literally just the same one and even in winter too!,"Seymour retaliated gamesomely.
"A resourceful, environmentally friendly weirdo actually,"Elliot said mischievously with a roguish smile.
"Don't forget a cute, handsome, gorgeous, resourceful, environmentally friendly weirdo,"Seemore sighed lovingly, delicately resting his smaller hand on the nape of Kyd's neck.
"You're pretty cute too for a midget,"Elliot laughed kindly, scooting closer forwards slowly.
"I hate you sometimes, honey,"Seymour teased pleasedly., gently knocking their foreheads together.
Kyd winked flusteringly, grinning playfully as Seemore blushed abashedly and purred teasingly,"You only hate me cos you always blush when I flirt or do anything to be honest, love."
"I don't- don't blush when you flirt!,"Seymour objected defiantly, pouting annoyedly.
"Oh really?,"Elliot challenged playfully, softly kissing Seemore's chin.
"Yes! Go on! I'll prove it!,"he huffed overconfidently.
"Fine. Well, honey, do you have a name? No? Cos I'll gladly give you mine,"Kyd hummed suavely, smiling heart-stoppingly charmingly afterwards as he gently bought Seymour's head closer to his own.
Bright red flooded into Seemore's already prettily blushing cheeks as he stammered weakly, continually flitting between a cheerful smile and embarrassed frown. Elliot laughed softly, amusedly grinning at the immense affect he could provoke as he swiftly pressed his own lips to Seymour's tenderly, humming contentedly. Seemore returned it pleasedly, both boys closing their eyes slowly. Kyd sighed relievedly through it and soon they gradually parted, each smiling widely. Seymour gently cupped Elliot's pale face in his smaller hands, relaxedly directing Kyd into another soft kiss, fervently relishing the pleasant physicality Elliot generously offered affectionately. Kyd soothingly rubbed the side of his smaller boyfriend's face with his mere thumb, just as Seemore delicately squeezed Elliot's skinny waist. Reluctantly, Kyd moved away, tenderly caressing Seymour blushing face distractingly so that Seemore was blushily beaming, musing dazedly of his taller boyfriend, so that Elliot could easily slip away surreptitiously and swiftly turn the precious television back on. Kyd smiled satisfiedly as Jack from the Titanic flashed back on relievingly, greatly reveling his final peace again. Kyd stared admiringly, relievedly sighing when-
"No! Don't be so mean, honey!,"Seymour whined urgently, throwing himself needily into Elliot's larger side, even knocking them both off the comfy bed and onto the hard floor.
Kyd grunted painedly, yet Seemore sighed pleasedly, snuggling comfortably into Elliot's willowy chest- his own fall had been entirely pillowed by Kyd. Seymour giggled delightedly and peppered Kyd's scowling face in small, light kisses, eliciting Elliot to splutter cantankerously, wriggling futilely as Seemore hugged him overly tightly, nuzzling away lovingly. Eventually Kyd successfully sat up with admittedly a lot of struggle. After all, it was kind of hard when Elliot was being bombarded mercilessy with continual kisses, much too tight hugs and overall affection all at once. In fact, he soon found himself blushing abashedly with a moody pout as Seymour sat comfortably on Elliot's lap, smiling dopily at Kyd in the most hinting, obvious way ever- basically, 'give me attention now'.
'Or else'.
Elliot sighed irritatedly, wrapping his lanky arms around Seemore securely and leaning in closely to gently kiss his scrawny boyfriend's blushing cheek sweetly. Seymour giggled sweetly, relaxing back into him easily and beaming contentedly as Kyd Wykkyd softly nuzzled his pale face into Seemore's neck. Elliot gently caressed Seymour's face and smaller shoulder as he discreetly peered at the flashing television screen. It was on the credits- awh c'mon! He groaned disappointedly and attempted to slowly, yet also tenderly push his smaller partner off. Usually, Seymour would grudgingly accept, though protesting weakly. However, Kyd certainly didn't expect Seemore to abruptly pounce backwards and pin Elliot down securely, grinning playfully. Kyd raised his eyebrows expectantly, especially as Seymour giggled gamesomely.
"I don't care who much you fancy him, you can't escape me!,"he giggled adorably, sighing lovingly.
"Okay then, love. Take me away, I'm your prisoner, cop,"Elliot said simply, lightly shifting Seemore to sit up properly as he easily offered Seymour his wrists.
Seemore smiled entertainedly with a delighted squeal and tightly wrapped his smaller hands around Kyd's wrists like manacles. He stood up clumsily and dragged Elliot Knight along like that eagerly through the dull door and homely corridors, practically skipping. Kyd Wykkyd watched with soft, amber eyes, blushing contentedly.
Maybe being Seymour Smith's prisoner wasn't such a bad thing.