Hopefully Seifer doesn't notice and then the whole mood changes. He wants to take this slow and sweet with them both, to get to know them in a way that he doesn't really remember ever having. Sure he remembers bits and pieces of them in the orphanage but they were children then, he never got to know the men that they grew up into and love them for all their quirks. This is his chance and a dumb erection isn't going to be the cause of ruining that.
With a huff he forces himself to stand up, still holding the pillow out of habit and looks towards his bedrooms. "I'll get you both some clothes to borrow okay? I want you both comfortable."
Before either can really say no to that he leaves the pillow and hurries over to his bedroom where his dresser is. If he didn't move now then Seifer or Zell might have tried to pull him back to the couch or something which would have been nice but cuddling on a bed sounds better to him. That and moving is helping his erection go down, damn Seifer's sexy voice.
Mentioning their sleeping arrangements and, more importantly, what they can sleep in turns Seifer's attention away from the other two, still utterly missing the fact that he's so capable of compromising the both of them. He leans back, gaze drifting down as he thinks about it. The immediate response he'd meant to give was that.... it was fine. His pants aren't exactly uncomfortable.
But the stains on his hands and feet... and more than that there are blurred memories in his mind, fleeting glimpses of awareness when he'd awake- He can't be sure if it was actually from sleep or merely from the distant muted cage She'd put him into in his own head. But he'd felt.... unclean for so much of it. Wearing the same clothes, for days, maybe even weeks on end, waking in the same state not knowing just how much time had really passed.
"Hey Squall?" He calls after the brunet, voice a little distant now, especially compared to the intensity that had gotten them into this situation in the first place. "That'd be... a good idea. Thanks." Telling them why the idea of sleeping in his clothes sits poorly with him isn't something he plans on doing but... he can at least show his gratitude for Squall taking care of them.
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With a huff he forces himself to stand up, still holding the pillow out of habit and looks towards his bedrooms. "I'll get you both some clothes to borrow okay? I want you both comfortable."
Before either can really say no to that he leaves the pillow and hurries over to his bedroom where his dresser is. If he didn't move now then Seifer or Zell might have tried to pull him back to the couch or something which would have been nice but cuddling on a bed sounds better to him. That and moving is helping his erection go down, damn Seifer's sexy voice.
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But the stains on his hands and feet... and more than that there are blurred memories in his mind, fleeting glimpses of awareness when he'd awake- He can't be sure if it was actually from sleep or merely from the distant muted cage She'd put him into in his own head. But he'd felt.... unclean for so much of it. Wearing the same clothes, for days, maybe even weeks on end, waking in the same state not knowing just how much time had really passed.
"Hey Squall?" He calls after the brunet, voice a little distant now, especially compared to the intensity that had gotten them into this situation in the first place. "That'd be... a good idea. Thanks." Telling them why the idea of sleeping in his clothes sits poorly with him isn't something he plans on doing but... he can at least show his gratitude for Squall taking care of them.