[ Oh, good. No need to keep himself at bay any longer, then, though he'll still be pacing himself reasonably, not particularly eager to startle or scare the younger man. The inevitable question of have you done this before has yet to come up, but he doesn't really need an answer; Lelouch's reactions to what, for most, would be minor stimulation tells him enough.
The way his name drops from Lelouch's lips is nothing short of perfection and so he aims for it again, grinding a bit rougher, a bit harsher downward, a low moan of his own rolling free from his throat. A tight grip is fine, good, great, even, and he presses his spine into those nails, welcoming the harshness of them, too. He doesn't bruise easy, don't worry, grip as hard as you'd like because god knows he's on the fast track to hard himself. ]
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The way his name drops from Lelouch's lips is nothing short of perfection and so he aims for it again, grinding a bit rougher, a bit harsher downward, a low moan of his own rolling free from his throat. A tight grip is fine, good, great, even, and he presses his spine into those nails, welcoming the harshness of them, too. He doesn't bruise easy, don't worry, grip as hard as you'd like because god knows he's on the fast track to hard himself. ]