[Minor though the contact is, it's more enough to send Lelouch into sensory overload, a ragged gasp tearing his mouth open as he surges under the other man, simultaneously trying to arch against him and rub their bodies even harder together. Yes, yes, like that, haa, don't...]
Setsuna.
[His voice is low, heated, scorching, and although he does settle back against the bed, his grip around the other's back is tight, unyielding. You're not going anywhere.]
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Setsuna.
[His voice is low, heated, scorching, and although he does settle back against the bed, his grip around the other's back is tight, unyielding. You're not going anywhere.]
Do it. I need-- just do it.