The fact that Shoyo admitted that only made his heart skip a beat. He liked Shoyo's hugs as well. And when he had the opportunity to hug the shorter male? Well, that was a plus. He loved wrapping the other up in his arms and keeping him close to him. Even though Shoyo was a lot smaller than he was, he didn't care. It only made him want to hug the other more often. And since Shoyo told him he liked his hugs, maybe it would be okay for him to do so.
"I like giving or receiving your hugs very much shortie." He teases. But it was out of like and not hatred. He wouldn't ever be able to hate the other. Or even be mad at him for long. That was like impossible.
It felt vulnerable and thus, uncomfortable.
But with all that weighed him down, he felt it needed to be said, the air cleared proverbially, in order for them to at least get some kind of clean cut.
Seifer didn’t know what would happen next. Sure, Squall tried to pull all strings he had in his repertoire to have him pardoned, but who was to say it would work out? After all, there were other people beside him that needed to be cared for, and none of them would be easy to break free from demands of assumed justice.
Edea had murdered President Deling. Rinoa had freed Adel and in doing so caused a Lunar Cry. And he himself had wrought war, killed people, burned towns, bombed a Garden…
All under Artemisia’s influence, certainly, but only their group knew what that truly meant.
No political leader or general of an army would care for the magical implications of possession and mind control. It was too easy to simply pin the blame and be done with it, have the rest of the world move on, and give everyone somewhere to put the blame for the suffering experienced.
When Squall finally spoke again, Seifer pressed his lips thin, closing his eyes from the view outside the window he was still standing in front of.
Of course he haunted the other as well. It was no surprise, although part of him had hoped it to be different.
Seifer swallowed as he listened on, but suddenly turned upon hearing the other make the assumption that he’d rather leave and never look at Squall again.
His body had moved out of pure reflex, emerald eyes pinned on the brunet, setting into motion before he could stop himself as he came to stand in front of the other, too close.
His hand had lifted, tips of his fingers only inches from Squall’s wrist, before he caught himself and stopped the movement, making a fist instead.
“Fuck…” he uttered, letting his arm fall to his side as he shook his head ever so slightly.
“You’re still shit at knowing what I want.”
Too close.
Jaw working, he remained silent, still, untypical for him who usually always paced and wanted to move along, hating nothing more than stagnating, wasting time.
“Shit, I have no fucking clue what I’ll do if you manage to have me pardoned,” he finally set to speak again, searching the smaller man’s face as he forced himself to remain in his space. They’d probably never have a talk like this again if he didn’t seize the chance now. If Squall clammed up again, he might as well talk to a wall.
“...but I guess there’s hardly any place for me here or…anywhere, really. Pretty much fucked that up. So much for that romantic dream.”
Karasuno's gym after hours has been Daichi's second home for over two years, now. Late nights spent cleaning up after the upperclassmen when he'd first joined — late nights going over plans with Suga and Asahi in the absence of a coach, wondering if anything would ever be enough to give Karasuno even a sliver of its hope back. And now, late nights supervising the new faces that never seem to want to leave.
If he's being honest, he's fascinated by Hinata's energy. He'd been a little lost in trying to figure out their training schedule ( in trying to figure out how to leave the making of one in Coach's hands and not taking it into his own; he's still jotting down notes on the already-worn copy he's been carrying around for two days ) so he hadn't noticed the point when Hinata had been the last first year left.
And he's still going.
Idly, Daichi wonders how long Hinata can keep it up before deeming the gym clean enough to finally go home. But that's a curiosity he can't indulge — surely there's a limit to Hinata's energy, even if he's not giving an indication of it, and Daichi is staunchly unwilling to risk Hinata's health. Calling his name twice does nothing, so he carefully puts away his work and physically intercepts Hinata — and neatly hides the amused smile at the enthusiasm he gets in return.
❝ Sure, sure — you can take it easy — ❞ And he's off, which Daichi meets with a fondness that only grows when Hinata's stomach complains. Perhaps if this were Suga or Asahi — or even Yui — he might poke fun. He might commiserate. But that's not what this team needs from him; they've been sorely lacking guidance that Daichi is more than determined to provide.
So he remains neutrally placid as he does his fair share to pick up the last of the balls scattered at the edge of the gym. ❝ I'm getting you dinner after this. You've been here long enough — you need to eat something. ❞
"don't look at me like i'm dinner, strife." ( for vampire cloudy?? )
@frankensteintm
A certain gaze becomes him, a pressing and undeniable overwhelm that taunts him ceaselessly and yearns only for indulgence… [ Suppress it, Cloud Strife. The want is not yours. The want will destroy you. ] He sits across from Leonhart, gaze wandering outside of his control and outside of his conscience. Perhaps it had locked itself betwixt his collar and shoulder, completely unbeknownst to him… Until, that is, it's brought to his attention, and he cannot then deny the embarrassment that rises to his cheeks as his eyes dart immediately in any other direction.
❛ -- Yup. ❜ His answer is forward, curt, and clearly forced. His demeanor becomes awkward and he pulls at his own collar, giving him some relief from the sweat that's begun to bead beneath his clothes. ❛ Got it. ❜ Apologizing feels even more embarrassing than semi-acknowledging it even happened. Any manner of subject change would be entirely welcome, but his own mind's been cleared of everything; a blank slate of nothing but guilt and self-consciousness.
❛ what do you mean am i insane? ❜ crystalia laughs, pushing her hair from her face as she patches a small cut in the large mirror of her vanity. ❛ you've known me long enough to be able to answer that question yourself. ❜
( one liner prompt + @frankensteintm + currently accepting. )
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
well.... he is half kryptonian. and has superhuman stamina. he can literally last all night and do however many rounds they want without getting tired, lmao. so stamina limits don't necessarily apply unless he has like. zero solar energy
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
oh, he loves to tease. his favorite thing to do in bed, actually. he's never mean with it, obviously, but he's always got some quip or silly tease ready. especially loves to tease, and does it even more, if his partner is turned on by it
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
depends on his partner and the mood / situation, to be honest. he's usually somewhere in the middle, and doesn't necessarily have a preference. it should be noted that given his strength, he's never rough with a normal person with no powers as he would be with someone who has high endurance / can handle it. he's never that rough to begin with, but he literally uses no actual force when it comes to manhandling his partner or tugging on their hair or whatever. mainly because he doesn't need to to achieve the desired affect. but when it comes to being fast in general, he usually saves it for when they gotta have a quickie, because he in general likes to take his time and enjoy the moment lol
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
answered here ! to add to it though, I'm not gonna act like kon's never watched porn or read risque magazines. he has. this is mainly where his general ideas of what to do come from before he gets hands on experience
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
he's always down to experiment ! he'd really only decline experimenting with the obvious stuff, but he loves experimenting with his partner in general. as for taking risks, considering how he loves pushing the limit in semi public places, he's also down for that. loves the risk, actually, the idea of being caught turns him on
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
he loves every part of his body because he is a self confident king, but he does particular like his chest / pecs ( gotta have a good one to represent the "s", after all ). as for his partner, it kind of depends on who it is, but he's mostly a chest and waist kinda guy. thighs are a close third, though
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
answered here ! but for a little add on, he swallows. no questions asked. also just the throat goat in general, because... I can't imagine he was created with a gag reflex being a top priority
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
eh, kind of high ? sex isn't something he necessarily cares about, but he's a guy with needs. doesn't really manifest until he's with someone, though. if / when he's single it's more medium to low. if his partner also has a high sex drive, it also encourages him more, lol
