Marly's Restaurant

Sighing, Hayner returned to his seat, still thinking about Sora’s seductive attire. He felt his cock twitch in excitement and his pants tighten more than before.
He looked around the room for an adequate hiding place, his eyes falling on several dress racks in the corner.
With his mind focused on one thing, Hayner wound his way through the dressing room to the back.
Carefully, he sat down behind the racks, hoping he was hidden from view, and swiftly undid his pants.
His hardening cock was already poking through the front of his boxers, a drop of precome dripping down the head. A gasp escaped him as he rubbed his thumb across the tip, catching the precome on his hand. Bringing his thumb to his lips, Hayner extended his tongue and sensually licked the liquid off of his digit.
He groaned as his hand wrapped around his shaft, tightening his grip. As he pumped at himself, his thoughts wandered to Seifer and the kiss they shared earlier.
With a few rough strokes, his manhood was fully erect and leaking slightly.
His breathing became more ragged as he picked up speed, his hand blurring.
Pausing, he clumsily pulled his pants to his ankles and bent forward, his shoulders crushing against the floor.
His right hand returned to his manhood while his left began to play and tease at his entrance.
As Hayner’s arousal increased, his movements became hurried and uncoordinated, his left hand poking harshly at his orifice. He let it slip inside, his tight muscles gripping his finger with an intense heat.
He groaned loudly as he explored himself with his digit, occasionally grazing his prostate.
With his ass in the air, Hayner pumped his erection and fingered his hole at a fast pace, bringing him close to the edge.
Within a few minutes of pleasuring himself, the blonde felt a sensation of orgasm creeping up on him.
Unable to control his noises, Hayner let out a loud moan, followed by a growl of Seifer’s name.
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Walking past the door to the dressing room, Seifer paused as he heard distinct noises from inside.
He pressed his ear to the door and smirked evilly as the unmistakable sounds became clear.
Slowly, he turned the knob, opening the door and stepping inside, his heels muffled by the carpet.
Finding it odd that Hayner was missing from his chair, the blonde observed the room, hearing the sounds coming from the opposite corner.
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An outside noise caught Hayner’s ear but, in his near-orgasmic state, brushed it off and continued to masturbate.
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Still smirking, the waiter quietly approached the moaning dress racks.
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Hayner’s hands blurred as he accomplished his climax, nearly screaming out Seifer’s name.
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Hearing the other man’s orgasm, the taller blonde became excited and pushed the racks away from Hayner.
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Rocking his hips into his climax, Hayner came hard onto the carpet.
“S-S-Sei-fer?” he breathed, looking up and seeing the waiter in drag standing above him, slight erection evident in his skirt.
The waiter roughly picked up the shorter blonde by the arm.
Hayner blushed intensely as he struggled to pull up his pants over his softening cock.
“I thought I told you not to enjoy yourself too much,” Seifer stated, trying to look menacing, which was difficult because Hayner was too preoccupied with the prodding erection in the waiter’s skirt.
Noticing the still glistening puddle of Hayner’s seed, Seifer said in his typical sadistic tone,
“Clean it up.”
The shorter blonde looked around the room before replying,
“With what?”
“Your shirt,” the older male answered snidely.
“No way!” Hayner objected, pouting.
Grumbling, Seifer forcibly removed the blonde’s vest and grabbed the bottom of his shirt.
“Stop it,” the shorter male whined, pushing away Seifer’s hands.
Being stronger than Hayner, the waiter easily overpowered him, quickly pinning him to the wall.
Seifer removed the other man’s black shirt and handed it to him, a smug expression on his face. He said in an authoritative tone,
“Clean it up.”
Seeing that he had no choice, the younger male knelt down next to his mess, hovering his shirt over it hesitantly.
“Use the front,” the waiter demanded, amused that he had this kind of power over the other man.
Hayner snarled but did as he was told and gingerly pressed his tank top to the sticky fluid.
“Make sure you got it all,” Seifer ordered.
Cleaning his mess to the older man’s standards, Hayner gritted his teeth in frustration.
Once he had finished, the younger blonde held up his shirt. Upon examining how dirty it now was, Hayner grimaced.
“Put it back on,” the taller male stated plainly, his eyes never leaving Hayner’s.
The shorter blonde glared daggers at Seifer but proceeded to put his dirty shirt back on over his naked torso.
The waiter watched with amusement as Hayner looked down at his soiled clothing, scowling.
“Good. Now we can leave,” the taller male said icily.
Hayner gave him a questioning look.
“The other guy got here early so now I can leave,” Seifer explained, sounding thoroughly annoyed that he had to tell all of this to the other man.
As the shorter blonde redressed himself, Seifer sighed, making sure to sound as irritated as possible.
“Hurry up chicken wuss.”
“Don’t call me chicken wuss,” Hayner protested as he buttoned his pants and straightened them.
Walking over to a pile of normal-looking clothing, Seifer began to undo his girdle.
“Don’t stare while I’m dressing,” the waiter said as he tossed the girdle to the floor and unzipping the back of his skirt.
Grumbling, Hayner turned around, crossing his arms to show his annoyance.
As Seifer continued to strip, the other male stole glances at him, blushing when he saw the waiter’s naked lower half.
“Hey!” the older man exclaimed unexpectedly, “I told you not to stare!”
Hayner’s face flushed crimson and he spun toward the wall.
Just as Seifer had finished dressing into his street clothes, the door opened ferociously. A tall blonde entered the dressing room, the sheer frustration clear on his face.
“What’s wrong, Cloud?” Hayner asked politely as the oldest male in the room stormed over to the dress racks.
“Leon’s out there,” the ex-SOLDIER growled angrily.
Seifer let out a loud bark of laughter, surprising everyone in the room.
Hayner, looking confused, glanced between the two other men.
“Cloud here has a bit of a crush on Leon,” the off-duty waiter explained, a sadistic grin showing.
Cloud scowled and began to strip, which Seifer took as a sign to leave.
“Let’s go, Hayner,” he voiced, heading for the door.
“Good luck, Cloud,” Hayner wished as he was led out of the room by the former thug. Cloud growled again as he pulled on a powder blue thong.
As they left the restaurant, they passed Leon’s table; Seifer smirked.
“Hey, Roxas,” he said as they approached the host.
“Hey, Seifer, Hayner,” the short blonde greeted, smiling.
“Make sure Cloud gets Leon’s table,” Seifer hinted.
“Already did,” Roxas replied, his grin wider.
“Good,” the older male responded, walking out of the restaurant with Hayner at his heel.
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Yayy! ^-^ Seifer's so sadistic! hehehe....Anyway, more coming soon. Back to ze kitchen!!