[ It's the environment, he supposes, the subliminal messages pinging in both their brains, having walked around and into public orgies the better half of the day, and now with hefty drugs in their systems. Free will only held up so long against those kinds of weapons. Rape or even anything remotely non-consensual preceding it is morally detestable to him, but his body is aching for that and feels as though it's about to burst without some form of contact. ]
I'm not going to hurt you, Lelouch. [ He's trying to make this very, very clear, as clear as he can, inebriated though he may be. ] I swear.
[ He is, however, going to rub the lower halves of their bodies together, groin against groin, to relieve some of the tension, breath shuddering against Lelouch's skin as he does so. At least it'll be a quick way to get off, he figures, if he can manage it through the layers of clothes remaining. Messy, but certainly the least harmful to Lelouch's psyche. ]
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I'm not going to hurt you, Lelouch. [ He's trying to make this very, very clear, as clear as he can, inebriated though he may be. ] I swear.
[ He is, however, going to rub the lower halves of their bodies together, groin against groin, to relieve some of the tension, breath shuddering against Lelouch's skin as he does so. At least it'll be a quick way to get off, he figures, if he can manage it through the layers of clothes remaining. Messy, but certainly the least harmful to Lelouch's psyche. ]