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Who: Squall, Seifer
When: 0720
Where: Their cell to begin with
What: The morning after the night before
Rating: TBA

Squall had slept quite well all things considered. Of course he'd been exhausted anyway, and then with added tiredness of his post orgasmic haze, he'd been struggling to keep his eyes open. It'd taken him long after lock down to settle enough to trust Seifer wouldn't kill him or rape him (or both) in his sleep - but once he finally drifted off he slept the whole night through.

He stood by Seifer's bed, dressed in just a tshirt and a pair of boxers. Before coming to prison he'd often slept naked and walked around his house naked the following morning, but he was a little shy about showing his body off infront of people - he didn't exactly have a big 'package' and it really bothered him. He kicked the sleeping Seifer lightly in the thigh.

"Morning, Sunshine. Water's on, wanna hit the showers?" He said, resting his hands on his own bunk, leaning his head into the bottom bunk.

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[scarred-knight.livejournal.com]

"Make up your fucking mind!" he shouted at Squall. He was pissed off, but he did take himself out. He was still hard, his hands still pinning Squall down. Seifer breathed down heavily on the brunette.

"Fine, we won't fuck," he snorted, "but you got me all riled up, Squall. We're finishing this!" He started rocking down, grinding their hips together. He was not in the mood for arguments.

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Squall felt like Seifer's dick had dragged all his internal organs out with him - he was pretty sure there was blood too. Somehow, the game didn't seem quite so fun anymore.

He turned his head away so he wouldn't have to look at Seifer. The pain had killed his erection, but it was soon waking up again once Seifer started to grind against him.

[scarred-knight.livejournal.com]

Great. The guy wouldn't even look at him anymore. "Fuck this," Seifer snarled, pushing off the bed. Okay, so maybe going at it without any preperation was a bad idea. But he wouldn't apologize for it. He just wouldn't. He turned his back on Squall as he finished himself off. Who cared if he finished first?

Seifer got himself dressed like he didn't care if he hurt his cell mate. It was Squall's fault for being so sexy, Seifer reasoned. "See you at breakfast," he said blandly. What a great start to a day.