[Lelouch is just coherent enough to shy away from the possibility, if only within his own mind (it's overwhelming enough with clothes on, he doesn't think he can handle doing it without), but that doesn't change the fact that he's moving against Setsuna as if the other man were inside him, hooking a leg around him to bring him into closer (deeper) contact. Unthinkable to actually do it, but to fantasize, to lose himself within the motions, simulate what the chip implanted in both their heads keeps playing for them, why not? It isn't real, it's only to get off, he'll be horrified later, but for now--
Lips descend upon his, and Lelouch's eyes fly open, taking in the sight of Setsuna suddenly so close, and what the hell is he playing at? His lips, though, still tasting faintly of that damned dragged tea, it's impossible to turn them aside, even if Lelouch's own are hesitant. He's never really kissed anyone (Shirley), and in circumstances as confusing as these, it's hardly advisable, but with Setsuna there already...
He kisses with a hunger whetted by curiosity and dulled by shame, inviting Setsuna to do as he pleases because, frankly, he's lost as hell after this part. It had been easier when they'd just been writhing against one another, somehow. At least they haven't stopped doing that.]
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Lips descend upon his, and Lelouch's eyes fly open, taking in the sight of Setsuna suddenly so close, and what the hell is he playing at? His lips, though, still tasting faintly of that damned dragged tea, it's impossible to turn them aside, even if Lelouch's own are hesitant. He's never really kissed anyone (Shirley), and in circumstances as confusing as these, it's hardly advisable, but with Setsuna there already...
He kisses with a hunger whetted by curiosity and dulled by shame, inviting Setsuna to do as he pleases because, frankly, he's lost as hell after this part. It had been easier when they'd just been writhing against one another, somehow. At least they haven't stopped doing that.]