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It was out of the question to not expect this, yet still, Lelouch was left surprised.
The couch and his boyfriend, a repeated offense. Not unlike other parts of their home. So of course, now that he's finally realized it's going further again, Lelouch does as he always does: attempt not to feel guilty about buying new cushion covers later.
They had been making out for an hour now, Suzaku's hands squeezing at his thighs mindlessly, and of course Lelouch couldn't help the way he began humping Suzaku's thigh. Couldn't help the way he soaked through his pants and panties, and how when Suzaku helped him take them off he wiggled his hips teasingly.
So of course, it's not like he was a saint who never asked for this sort of thing. No room for guilt, he guessed.
With more kisses, Lelouch's breath came in ragged gasps. Suzaku's boxers came off soon after, and as Suzaku positioned himself above, their cunts mere inches apart, Lelouch's eyes widened. The heat radiating from his boyfriend's body was intoxicating, and he could feel his own slick dripping onto the sheets beneath him.
Lelouch's voice cracked as he let out an attempt to start a sentence, yet he was unable to even think coherent words as violet eyes darted between Suzaku's face and the glistening pussy hovering over his own.
He collected himself, swallowing the urge to whine and cover his face, ignoring his racing heart and mind. His hands instinctively reached up to lightly rest on Suzaku's hips, fingers trembling against warm skin. The position left him completely vulnerable, spread open and desperately wet beneath his boyfriend.
"...Suzaku," Lelouch swallowed hard, trying to maintain some semblance of composure even as his clit throbbed with need.
Suzaku ignored him, rolling his hips down once experimentally and letting their cunts brush together for just a moment before he pulled back. The brief contact ripped a whimper from Lelouch, pathetic really, his hands flying to his mouth and clasping over the lower half of his face. He looked away, eyes wide before clenching shut, thighs shaking to stay apart or close– Lelouch couldn't even tell anymore. Luckily they mostly just stayed stiffly in place.
"Warn me next time-" His stomach rolls internally, wanting to escape the situation from how flushed he's become. Humiliating. Though he knew it wasn't true. No, not really.
Suzaku shakes his head, cupping his hands over Lelouch's own and trying to pull them off his mouth. Lelouch reluctantly allows it, and Suzaku cups his cheeks. "Stop acting like you've never done this before."
Lelouch glared and gave him a scoff. "I haven't, really."
Suzaku deadpanned.
"Fine. Okay, then. Stop acting like you've never done this with me. Sound reasonable to you?" Lelouch squinted and rolled his eyes, hard. Suzaku did the exact same– mockingly so.
Lelouch fought back a smile and a giggle, luckily they were completely cut out as options. He sighed as Suzaku finally let his pussy press down against Lelouch's own, their cunts stuck together warm and wet.
Suzaku couldn't help staying still for a moment longer, he rocked his hips slowly as he kissed tenderly at Lelouch's lips. Lelouch, of course, returned those kisses.
"Is this okay?" Suzaku breathed out, voice a little hoarse. Their cunts met up and rubbed perfectly, the room was getting all too hot. Lelouch's back arched slightly off the couch, a strangled sigh forcing its way from his throat. The sensation was already slightly overwhelming, slick friction, the heat, the subtle growth of what was going to be gradually louder sounds filling the room.
"Mmhm.." Lelouch's hands flew to grip at his boyfriend's back, nails digging into flesh as those hips rocked against him in a way that was all too dizzying.
Lelouch's own hips began to roll up involuntarily, grinding his clit around Suzaku's cunt with very weak coordination in a dizzied need for more friction.
"You're—" Suzaku raised a brow at Lelouch's lack of substance in his speech, kissing his chin. "I'm what?" He replied softly, moving a little faster, kissing his face a little more. Lelouch gasped out, pupils dilating before fluttering shut. "It's... nice." Lelouch already sounded as if he were far away, blanking out peacefully.
His head fell back against the armrest fully now, black hair splaying out as pleasure gradually coursed through every nerve. One hand moved from Suzaku's back to cup his cheek instead.
They panted into each other's mouths, Lelouch's hole clenching uselessly around nothing as waves of pleasure poured over him in deep pulses.
Suzaku furrowed his brows, eyes lidding and fingers digging into Lelouch's hips as he continues to rock his hips down. He himself seemed to be growing too desperate to be so still, so patient.
Lelouch bit back another smile, cheeks warming up as he watched Suzaku deny himself. He kissed Suzaku's lips again, gasping against them.
Suzaku, now grinding down in little circles, panted into his lovers mouth. He squeezed harder, fingers digging into Lelouch's skin and bruising him in the process. Lelouch couldn't help himself. The slick sounds were deafened to their ears at this rate.
Lelouch mewled softly, sighing and doing his best to rile Suzaku up, hips rolling now to meet those grinding circles. He wrapped his arms around Suzaku's neck.
Suzaku, his own eyes struggling to stay focused on Lelouch's face below him, felt his own cunt start to ache horribly. He couldn't focus, could barely think of anything.
Lelouch's free hand gripped Suzaku's hair at the nape of his neck, before relaxing his fist into the natural flat of his hand. His fingers brushed forward, then dug at the roots of his hair. He tugged— firm but still tender. Trying to guide the rhythm even as his own movements became more pathetic and exhausted from no earlier success in going faster.
More quiet panting from Suzaku and quiet whining from Lelouch. Desperate (not so) quiet grinding of their joined mounds. It was beginning to be more welcome than frustrating. Suzaku's head was blanking out more and more as Lelouch's had been long before him, seconds were beginning to feel like minutes. Everything was drawn out, always drawn out.
Before either of them registered new movement, Suzaku was nipping at Lelouch's mouth, thoughts dissolving into white noise as pleasure coursed through him in prickling waves. A broken sigh tore from his throat as Suzaku bit at his lip, the slight pain mixing with overwhelming relief.
Lelouch chased after his mouth, pouting and tilting his head. Suzaku smiled as he kissed him once more, slipping their tongues against one another.
A more notable pick up in pace finally came. Lelouch's eyes rolled back as Suzaku ground them together in that newly agonizingly perfect rhythm. Lelouch's head was further clouded; and wild with warmth, his face burned all too hot.
Lelouch's hands scrambled uselessly against Suzaku's back, clawing, thighs spread impossibly wide now as he surrendered completely to this. To Suzaku, always to Suzaku.
Lelouch whimpered, full on pathetically now, hips attempting to roll up weakly, to meet each grinding movement once again.
He was shaking, brows furrowed tightly leaving his vision blurry and unfocused, though he couldn't see properly anyway with his eyes squinting like this; lashes wet with unshed tears.
"Yes— Suzaku—" The words came out strangled, desperate. His carefully constructed composure had completely shattered, reduced to nothing but need and want and him. Always him.
Together seeking more friction, more pressure, more of everything each other was giving the other. Continuing down messier, slicker, coating both their thighs as they ground together.
It all blurred together into nothing, nothing but the feeling of Suzaku's body against his, the heat building in his lower stomach threatening to consume him entirely.
"Don't stop," Lelouch gasped out between moans, fingers digging into Suzaku's shoulders now, his hand still tightly pulling at Suzaku's hair. Lelouch was still attempting to anchor himself to something solid as the world tilted dangerously. "Don't you dare stop—" he hissed out through grit teeth.
The growling command from Lelouch causes Suzaku to gasp this time, his eyes closing shut as his hips roughly rub his cunt back and forth against Lelouch's. Their clits brush together more insistently, sensitive and swollen. Lelouch whimpers, then growls again— nodding quickly with approval. So close, so so close.
Lelouch's entire body went taut, every muscle drawn tight as a bowstring. The pressure building inside him was unbearable—too much and not enough all at once. His breath came in sharp, desperate gasps that bordered on sobs. Suzaku moaned in response to those sounds, kissing at his jaw adoringly. Adoring Lelouch.
"Gonna– come soon," The words failed to come out properly, dissolved into incoherent whimpers as his hips bucked up involuntarily, chasing that edge with single-minded desperation. His hands slid from Suzaku's head to his shoulders then to grip the couch beneath them, knuckles bleached white with tension.
The coil in his gut wound tighter and tighter, threatening to snap. Lelouch could feel himself teetering right on that precipice, with one more drag of their bodies together he'd completely unravel. Suzaku was never far behind him.
His eyes fluttered open, as unfocused and glassy as before, locking onto Suzaku's face above him. There was something raw and vulnerable in his own gaze. And as always, Suzaku would mirror that same look with the same genuine affection.
"Suzaku— please," He didn't even know what he was begging for. Just something to push him over.
But Suzaku continues to pepper at his jawline, then up to his cheek, and a chaste kiss to his lips. He moves his body slower again. Lelouch's lips tremble apart, brows furrowing as he feels relief approach them both. Suzaku sucked in a sharp inhale through his nose, pressing their foreheads together. Their eyes locking, lidded, dazed and so, so tired.
Suzaku circled his hips once again, slow and momentarily, before rolling his slickness up and down once again. His hands gave a final squeeze to Lelouch's hips, one snaking to hold his waist with his arm, and the other hand wrapping slowly around Lelouch's neck. Lelouch's eyes widen. So, he squeezed, thumb digging into his pulse point. "Shh.. I got you," He murmured through his teeth.
Lelouch's breath hitched sharply at the pressure around his throat, the gentle squeeze sending a jolt of electricity straight through him. His pulse hammered wildly beneath Suzaku's thumb, exposing to Suzaku just how close he was to completely falling apart.
It was all deliberate. As if Suzaku was drawing out every last drop of sensation, of friction– hard or otherwise, making sure Lelouch felt each and every sensation as they teetered on that edge together.
His own hands moved, finding purchase on Suzaku's waist, hands gripping at his sides as another wave of heat rolled through him. The hand around his neck made everything feel more intense, more real, more theirs. Lelouch tilted his head back.
"Ah—" A soft, broken sound escaped him, barely audible. His hips continued their desperate little movements, trying to match Suzaku's rhythm even as his body threatened to give out entirely. The coil in his belly was wound so tight it hurt, pleasure bordering on exquisite agony.
Violet eyes stay locked with olive green, watching Suzaku's face as they both approached the precipice together.
Suzaku came with a hoarse moan, rolling his hips down faster as he bit the inside of his cheek to stay quiet, hand squeezing tighter around Lelouch's neck. Lelouch let out little gasps, unable to be loud due to the restriction of airflow, his eyes rolling all the way back as their thighs trembled against one another.
It was sticky for too long of a while after.
Calming, still joined together— albeit differently. Suzaku lay his head upon Lelouch's chest, holding his waist and sighing.
After a while, Lelouch furrows his eyebrows in slight irritation and ignores the fact they once again fucked like rabbits at a random spot of their apartment. He mentally smacks himself, but decides to continue nestling his cheek further into Suzaku's hair and playing with curly strands idly.
They both silently decide to think about cleaning up in another ten.