"Pay me attention."
...
"Now!"
Elliot Knight huffed irritatedly, finally gazing down at his smaller boyfriend.
Seymour Smith was seated comfortably on Kyd Wykkyd lap, snuggling pleasantly into Elliot's larger chest with a desperate pout. Initially, they had been pleasedly kissing tenderly and hugging tightly, with only the awkward moment when Mammoth had interrupted them abruptly, freezing as he witnessed: that Seemore was gently pinning Kyd down on the comfy living room sofa, both boys amidst a soft kiss with Elliot resting his own hands on Seymour's smaller back, squishing him closer lovingly. Their lips had still been connected wholesomely, Elliot's pale hand had slid limply onto Seymour's hips instead as Seemore had burnt up profusely. They had all frozen, Seemore even forgetting to breathe entirely. Alarmedly, Kyd had seen his own lover begin to tremble nervously and had gently pulled away, obscured him behind himself protectively and scowled defensively, simultaneous to Seymour nestling anxiously into Elliot's side. Soon, Mammoth had fled sheepishly. Subsequently, they had continued though with Kyd securely holding Seemore's face to his own instead now.
And now presently, they had soon impeded with Seymour, in his baggy, mint t-shirt and loose denim shorts, resting in Elliot's lap, who was fashionably wearing a loose, black hoodie with the iconic Batman plastered across and grey, ripped jeans. Seemore was very… desperate… and needy… when he really desired something. And obviously this was one of those times.
"Please! It isn't fair and you're a good kisser!,"Seymour whined cajolingly, before leaning in and lightly kissing Kyd's blushing cheek after twisting comfortably to look face to face with his taller partner,"C'mon!"
"Why do I always have to make the first move?,"Elliot stammered weakly, frustratedly feeling himself soften with every tender caress Seemore did.
"But I love you, honey,"Seemore coaxed gently, softly gripping Kyd's face to his.
With a softened sigh, Elliot tried to intellectually speak but nothing coherent came out of his throat. Seymour smiled victoriously, already knowing he had easily become triumphant and slowly pulled them both into a tender kiss, blushing pleasedly. Kyd smiled himself, contentedly squishing Seemore's skinny waist just as Seymour gently massaged Elliot's broader shoulders, eliciting Kyd to relaxedly lean into Seemore's smaller frame. Seymour giggled sweetly, relishing the pleasant, physical attention as he felt Elliot subsequently rub Seemore's scrawnier back soothingly, gradually moving up to the nape of his neck and then to his useful helmet. Seymour gasped slightly as Kyd delicately pulled it off, rendering the smaller boy entirely, vulnerably blind. Even so, Elliot successfully seemed to ensure the comforting security Seemore was delightfully experiencing presently, merely by Kyd kissing him softly and lovingly touching him. Finally, they parted, Seymour tenderly cupping Elliot's face to his, their foreheads knocking together lightly. Elliot sighed relievedly, before playfully nuzzling his face affectionately into an adorably giggling Seemore's throat.
"He-hey, hon-hone-honey! St-sto-stop,"Seymour giggled hysterically.
Kyd laughed slightly before gamesomely purring simultaneously in Seemore's ear, causing cute laughter from the other next. Seymour delightedly petted behind Elliot's ears, fingers slipping gently in Kyd's luxurious, black, long hair and Kyd soon purred more vehemently, a sound so sweet and soothing Seemore would gladly listen to it every day without any fail whatsoever.
"You're way too precious, love,"Elliot sighed lovingly, nuzzling and purring even more,"Such a beautiful boy."
" Says you. And. Oh- Ellie? You know how I love cats? But I'm allergic to them? Can you maybe…?,"he drifted off pleadingly.
"Hmm? Love?,"Kyd purred curiously.
"Well. Can you be… a cat for me?,"Seymour stammered nervously, with a hopeful pout.
Elliot rolled his amber eyes exasperatedly before replying defeatedly,"Fine, honey. This is ridiculous but whatever."
Seemore squealed delightedly, beaming excitedly as he shuffled off Kyd's lap, sitting eagerly. Elliot huffed irritatedly before softening lovingly, smiling serenely. Seymour burnt up as Kyd charmingly sauntered over to him on his fours, his soft, admiring gaze followed Seemore smaller hands rising upwards. Immediately, he rested his pale face in Seymour's hands, purring fervently, eliciting a contented aww and sweet giggles from the other. Delicately, Seemore began tenderly stroking him like a cat, petting behind his ears, through his long, black locks and sometimes along his narrow face. Kyd actually began immensely savouring the constant petting, giggles and overall cat related attention-.
In fact, an hour later, Seymour Smith was stretched out comfortably along the comfy sofa, blushing profusely with a wide beam, yet, wonderfully, with Elliot Knight bundled up closely to Seemore's scrawny chest. Seymour dainty hands were threaded deeply in Kyd Wykkyd's lustrous locks, tenderly holding Elliot's face into his slender shoulder. Seemore was evidently still blind but he could feel Kyd's lissom torso rise and fall rhythmically, him mumble incoherently into Seemore and affectionately nuzzle in closer. Elliot's lanky limbs were admittedly rather difficult to stay so close- honestly it was ridiculous to how long Kyd's legs were- at least to Seemore anyway. Instead, he was just scrawny, short and overall small, so it was an immense, humiliating height difference between the two boys. Often, Kyd would purposely sit down when they kissed pleasantly or pick Seemore so Seymour could easily reach him, though they mainly kissed when sitting down anyway fortunately. Okay, maybe Seemore actually revelled Elliot effortlessly picking him up as they stood and amazingly kissed softly.
But presently, after an adorable interpretation of a cute feline with Seymour accidentally, yet also delightfully lulling Kyd asleep, they sat in a perfect silence.
At least until Gizmo bounded inside insolently and abruptly.
"Hey! Cludgeheads, what are you doing? Snogging? Come on Billy Numerous has joined the team and i'm pretty sure he aint gonna wanna see you two share spi-."
"What?,"Seemore shrilled panickedly.
Oh.
Oh.
"Pfft. Not my fault you had a massive crush on him. And that he rejected you,"Gizmo sneered mockingly, sticking his tongue out impertinently as he sauntered in front of them.
Seymour blanched considerably, desperately clutching Elliot to him like a lifeline as he choked out panickedly,"Oh-oh. He-he- I can't-"
"You can deal with it and you will. It's about time you lovebirds had some big fight or break up,"Gizmo sniggered selfishly, especially as Seemore started to tremble fearfully, paling concerningly.
"No-no! I hate you, Gizmo! Kyd will lose his head if he finds out and it will be all awkward and horrible! C'mon, no way! I am so doomed!,"Seemore squealed urgently, his breathing quickening alarmingly.
Gizmo snickered maliciously, roughly flicking Seymour'a forehead and dismissed malevolently,"Better hope your honey won't then won't you?"
The small villain sauntered away again wickedly, leaving Seemore gasping for breath. Seymour Smith turned back to gaze anxiously at his beautiful boyfriend, Elliot Knight, and anxiously imagined Kyd Wykkyd disgracefully furious at an almost innocent Billy Numerous. Seemore whimpered, scarcely breathing.
God.
What was wrong with him?!