Zell was ready to go, but Seifer was still there and smiling at him too, what the hell was that about he looked like the cat that just ate the canary. He was about to ask what was so damned amusing when the scarred blonde leaned forward to…lick his own cum off of the smaller blonde’s neck. It was an oh-my-fuck-I-can’t-believe-you-did-that moment, but in a way the animal-esque way in which Seifer chose to clean him up reminded Zell of a tiger or some other large and dangerous cat. Which only made him think of the bird thing again, bloody fucking shit, why a cat an bird analogy? Still Zell craned his neck wanting the warmth of that tongue on him…his body did at least. His response was a soft groan and a delicate shiver why did that much have to be so good?

In that same instant Zell was trapped, Seifer knew Zell had also gotten "horny" during that educating ordeal. Cerulean eyes widened when an arm slid around him effectively trapping his body, but the blonde tried holding onto the last of his obstinate vestiges, “hey, wait a damn minute…I don’t need…st…a…ah…oooh fuck…aannn…”

It was difficult to resist it when that hand found him, and someone else’s hand compared to his own, felt significantly different and erotic. His arms relaxed allowing him to grip Seifer’s thigh with one hand and slide his arms up and around behind Seifer’s neck cupping the back of the scarred blonde’s head. His lean hips rocked of their own accord into the touch an act that seemed so completely shameless, Zell closed his eyes and tipped his head back against Seifer’s shoulder so he didn’t have to acknowledge it, but his lips did with soft moans a broken sex cries.