Elliot Knight smiled admiringly at Seymour Smith, who was sketching almost perfectly on a fresh blueprint again, hunching in closely concentratedly. They had been like this for an hour or so and Seemore, in a pastel green shirt not entirely buttoned up (rendering some of his chest was visible), baby blue cropped slacks and golden bee necklace had comfortably nestled into Kyd Wykyyd's larger side, admittedly piqued to see Elliot back in his old, dirty attire of a tank top and loose shorts, with his long, black hair scraped in a low ponytail. Not that Kyd really cared to be honest. Same with the large fact they were seated in the mediocrely comfortable seats in the small kitchen after… Gizmo's… incident. The two had brought two chairs together intelligently, rendering them as close as usual and Elliot was struggling fervently with the vehement urge to bombard the intensely focusing Seymour with loving affection. Maybe just one small kiss on his chee-
Almost like he already knew, Seemore abruptly impeded the fruitless effort with a firm, yet gentle hand over Kyd's mouth, pushing him back tenderly. Delicately, he lowered the immaculately sharpened pencil besides his worn protractor, compass and other mathematical equipment Elliot admittedly didn't know the name of. Seymour twisted around awkwardly to properly face his jealously pouting boyfriend, sighing exasperatedly as Kyd lightly wrapped his larger hand around Seemore's wrist, waiting hopefully. Momentarily, Seymour whimpered uncertainly for a mere second before hardening determinedly, shaking his head stubbornly.
"Ellie. Not now. I'm concentrating,"he snapped authoritatively.
Elliot dampened- only to laugh amusedly and to mischievously start to gently kissing the palm of Seemore's hand repeatedly, victoriously seeing bright colour flood into Seymour's cheeks. Kyd tenderly pulled Seemore's unresisting wrist off and was soon deliberately flusteringly kissing Seymour's knuckles continuously instead, relishing Seemore's fierce blush and wide beam he was struggling to obscure. With some struggle, Seymour gently removed his own hand from Elliot's soft grip, facing him blushily, as he stared deeply at Kyd's naughtily grinning face, tilted amusedly to the side. Seemore's felt himself stammer weakly, slowly sliding a hand across Elliot's blushing cheek. Kyd wrapped a lanky arm around Seymour's skinny waist, smiling knowingly.
"Wait- stop-,"Seemore exclaimed alarmedly, abruptly awoken from his lovesick daze , suddenly jerking backwards and almost falling off his chair-
Only for Elliot to catch him easily by his thin waist, gradually pulling him back. Elliot pouted pleadingly before cajolingly nuzzling his pale face into the crook of Seymour's neck, laughing pleasedly as Seymour struggled for coherent words. Kyd tenderly cupped Seemore's face in his pale hands, smiling hopefully-
That soon turned to an irked scowl again. Seymour tenderly pulled away Elliot's hands by his wrists, shoving him gently further back in his own chair. Seemore shook his head exasperatedly at his taller partner, who was soon hugging Seymour from behind, gently squeezing his lean torso, simultaneous to Seemore irritatedly continuing his detailed sketching.
Kyd admiringly gazed at the immaculate preciseness of the minisculely sharp line that appeared swiftly after the steady blur of Seymour's trained hand. Every intricate brush of his hand created another perfect plan, often with complex, practically unintelligible equations littering the side of the almost filled blueprint. Most people had no idea just how intelligent Seemore really was, it was simply insane that his stunning intellect was seemingly limitless to just how easily he deciphered ever such complicated mathematics or amazingly complex gadgets. His only rival was Gizmo but it was pretty much impossible to beat such an insane, psychopathic inventor as him.
With a wistful sigh, Elliot's admiring gaze meandered reluctantly, yet slowly away from Seymour and to his convoluted blueprint instead, deciphering some sort of… lens? A very, very elaborate lens at that. Curiously, Kyd leaned over to look closer and Seemore soon found himself hunching smaller as Elliot's willowy chest was pressed into his small back from looking over. Seymour blushed profusely, biting his lip impedingly to prevent himself from blushing even harder. Meanwhile, Kyd's amber eyes widened in astonishment at just how advanced it all was.
"Wow. Love, this… this is so good. I can't…. I can't even understand it, its that good,"he gasped stunnedly.
Seemore blushed profusely and stammered meekly,"It's-it's not really."
Elliot pulled back anxiously and swiftly tugged Seymour to look at him properly gently. Seemore released a hitched breath anticipatedly and forebearingly placed his smaller hands on Kyd's lissom chest, seeing Elliot frown dolefully. Kyd tenderly picked up Seymour's impressive work and gently directed Seemore's blushing face with just one hand to the amazing blueprint, staring dolorously. Seymour critically spotted every miniscule flaw, tiny mistake and everything wrong with it and soon whimpered morosely, recoiled distastefully into Kyd. Elliot blinked incredulously- how could Seemore abhor such brilliant work of his own?
"Honey, what's so bad about it? It's crazily good,"Kyd asked worriedly.
Immediately, he blurted out self deprecatingly,"No, honey, just look- the semi conductor isn't compatible enough with the battery, after all that working out and algebra, and worst of all-"
However, Elliot swiftly interrupted him by gently placing his larger hand over Seymour's mouth . Kyd rapidly tossed Seemore's outstanding work back on the small table and instantly pulled Seymour into a tight embrace, Seemore immediately snuggling into him, hugging back comfortingly. Seymour sighed dolefully and reluctantly peeled away, staring frustratedly at his discarded work. Elliot tenderly wrapped his lanky arms around Seemore's skinny waist, delicately bringing his smaller frame into Kyd's very own gangly, willowy, yet still muscular figure. Seymour blushed slightly though soon was entirely engrossed, grimacing distastefully at his supposedly disgusting, prominent mistakes. Within seconds, he was completely focused- at least until Elliot abruptly plucked the perfectly sharpened pencil from his able hand.
"Ellie?,"Seemore asked annoyedly, yet also curiously and softly.
"I'm bored, love. I'm doing something about it,"he hummed pleasantly, soon tenderly massaging Seymour's narrower shoulders.
"Hmm… so nice…,"Seemore murmurmed contentedly, subsequently flopping back into Kyd.
Elliot delicately scooped Seymour up bridal style and purred playfully,"Yeah. Just too bad I couldn't feel that too. Too bad I can't get my kiss."
"Ugh, stop tryna guilt trip me, love,"Seemore moaned meekly, scarcely able to concentrate on anything but the two, larger hands expertly handling him.
"Why not? It's not like you're gonna do anything about that. You know, with me being all inhumanly strong and powerful,"Eliot bragged shamelessly, smirking overconfidently.
"Hmm. Go on, I wanna hear all you want to say, honey,"Seymour pressed cajolingly, with a gamesome sigh.
Sometimes it was cute for Kyd to try and impress Seemore.
"Of course. Why wouldn't you? I'm tall, very nice and tall, and people like tall people right? You like them, don't you, honey?,"he awaited anxiously for Seymour to reassuringly nod before continuing eagerly,"And I'm getting good at my magic, soon I'll be able to do loads, you'll be amazed. Which is good. Also, not gonna lie but my biceps are getting along pretty well-"
Seemore snorted amusedly, interrupting with elated giggles,"Ellie, I get you're pretty muscular but don't go that far. They aren't that big. Compared to Billy's, yours are way… oh."
"Billy? You mean that southern dude? Well. I might not be as muscly as him, actually a lot less muscular than him- but still! And also I can teleport amazingly, as you know,"he laughed playfully, blushing pleasedly as Seymour tenderly rested his smaller hands on Elliot's willowy chest.
"Hmm. I love you,"Seemore sighed adoringly, snuggling closer comfortably.
"I love you more though,"Kyd replied happily, perfectly content with Seymour fiddling gently with his long, black hair.
"Impossible,"Seemore breathed lovingly, abruptly pulling Elliot in for a soothing kiss.
Kyd blinked surprisedly momentarily before kissing back yearningly, tenderly, though firmly gripping Seymour's face to his. Seemore blushed profusely, now splayed along Elliot's lap and tenderly squeezing Kyd's skinny waist, which was actually more muscular than before. Elliot had definitely been working out more. For him obviously. Seymour impeded the comforting kiss slowly, giggling slightly as he raised Kyd's dirty tank top up, just so he could place his curious hand on the enhancing muscle there. Elliot bit his lip nervously, rubbing the nape of his neck anxiously. Finally, Seemore released a hitched breath, looking up idolizingly.
"Hon-honey, you didn't have to...,"he sighed appreciatively,"You don't have to work out like that just to please me."
"Yeah, but the point is you like it. And I'm happy,"Kyd replied blushily.
"Well, I'm happy you always help me out and be with me. I'm happy that we're still together. I'm happy that whenever I do crap work you make it feel like Einstein's done it,"Seymour admitted lovingly, nuzzling into Elliot comfortably.
"I'm just happy how beautiful and handsome you are,"Kyd Wykkyd sighed playfully.
"Hmm. Up for debate, you're so cute,"Seemore teased contentedly.
Elliot Knight opened his mouth to speak but Seymour Smith interrupted him abruptly,"Oh, just shut up and kiss me."
And with that-
They did.