[It's the second time in a single day (in his life) that anyone has ever, ever grabbed him there, and while Lelouch is far more capable of taking it in stride at first, that changes the instant Setsuna delves under fabric and meets bare skin, grips tight and begins to stroke. No, he hadn't had permission, yes, Lelouch is going to be angry, but who the fuck cares when the contact is nothing short of heavenly after having only indirect friction, and how the hell is he supposed to resist that? Harder, faster, please, control is nothing more than a distant dream now, his mind can't handle this kind of pressure.
The bite isn't necessary. The words aren't, either, but having them purred directly into his ear, deep and rich, smooth as fucking silk (and no, no one's ever spoken to him that way, either), can only intensify the sensations that have already left him hopelessly overwhelmed. He comes, hard, exactly as Setsuna had coaxed (forced) him to, a wordless cry on his lips. Too much, too much, too much, but his body is thrusting determinedly into the hand until he's utterly spent, Setsuna once more gripped tight.]
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The bite isn't necessary. The words aren't, either, but having them purred directly into his ear, deep and rich, smooth as fucking silk (and no, no one's ever spoken to him that way, either), can only intensify the sensations that have already left him hopelessly overwhelmed. He comes, hard, exactly as Setsuna had coaxed (forced) him to, a wordless cry on his lips. Too much, too much, too much, but his body is thrusting determinedly into the hand until he's utterly spent, Setsuna once more gripped tight.]