[ Lelouch does a fairly admirable job as far as distractions go, and Setsuna trips right over his thrusting tongue as a result, a muffled, strangled moan escaping him when he takes the offensive. Yet even so, the more, more, more whispering in the back of his mind is impossible to ignore. He manages to nudge a thigh up between Lelouch's legs, not to halt him entirely but to at least slow them down some so he can think, articulate, gasp out what he wants, even if it's raggedly. ]
Lelouch.
[ He tries the name out for himself, finds that he likes it, and so employs it again, muttering into his ear. ]
Lelouch, please. I want to see you.
[ Setsuna tugs more insistently at his intricate attire now, hopefully making his desires clearer. They can still get away without penetration (he hopes), but if they can preserve their sanctity of their clothes in the process, that would be even better. ]
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Lelouch.
[ He tries the name out for himself, finds that he likes it, and so employs it again, muttering into his ear. ]
Lelouch, please. I want to see you.
[ Setsuna tugs more insistently at his intricate attire now, hopefully making his desires clearer. They can still get away without penetration (he hopes), but if they can preserve their sanctity of their clothes in the process, that would be even better. ]