Squall almost let out the most of unmanly squeaks when Seifer grabbed his towel, but he managed to stop himself, glaring at Seifer for a moment, before looking the man up and down completely, pausing to give extra attention to Seifer's cock.

He gave a smirk. "Seems you like my body." He teased, reaching out to run a single fingertip over that length. With that, he moved away, slipping his boxers back on, stealing Seifer's tshirt to replace his own wet one.