[Impossible to ignore this time, especially with the leg up between his (curious sensation, must analyze later), but Lelouch makes a mighty effort anyway, anxiety making itself known once more. Drugged to the gills and being bombarded with those images, but he's trying to resist, to stave off the desire to comply. Do they really need to take off their clothes? Because...
Lelouch slumps against Setsuna for a moment, panting quietly, inhaling his scent. Clothes off. Is it such a bad idea? He's been naked in front of other guys before, it wouldn't be anything new. The prolonged physical contact is, as is the distinctly sexual element, but is it any worse than what they've been doing, really?
He gives his head a shake, but whether it's a no or an attempt to dislodge those thoughts doesn't matter because his hands are already trailing back to unhook his heavy ornamental belt, letting it fall to one side before unbuttoning the garment beneath. It's only this once. It can't hurt. He's still in control of himself, isn't he?]
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Lelouch slumps against Setsuna for a moment, panting quietly, inhaling his scent. Clothes off. Is it such a bad idea? He's been naked in front of other guys before, it wouldn't be anything new. The prolonged physical contact is, as is the distinctly sexual element, but is it any worse than what they've been doing, really?
He gives his head a shake, but whether it's a no or an attempt to dislodge those thoughts doesn't matter because his hands are already trailing back to unhook his heavy ornamental belt, letting it fall to one side before unbuttoning the garment beneath. It's only this once. It can't hurt. He's still in control of himself, isn't he?]