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“Do you want anything to drink?” Lelouch calls over his shoulder. For the first time in seven years, they’re having a… sleepover. Suzaku didn’t think he would ever have another sleepover again, considering his Honorary Britannian status and position in the military, and he certainly didn’t picture it to be with Lelouch. Not that he’s complaining.
“I’m alright,” Suzaku replies. He’s excited, but can’t shake the feeling he’s going to be a bother. He always is. It’s difficult not to ask Lelouch if he’s sure about this, again. But he knows he’s going to get the same answer, even if it’s a lie; Lelouch is stubborn like that. “Suzaku, I’m not worried about it. I want you here.”
He shifts restlessly on Lelouch’s bedroom floor. His room isn’t what Suzaku expected; not that he really knows what he expected, anyway. A plain desk, wardrobe in the corner, queen-sized bed. Adjacent bathroom with a tub.
On the surface, it looks simple, but as Suzaku studies the space further, he notices the little details that prove this to be Lelouch’s domain. The folding chess board on top of the dresser. The clothes in the closet, which are organized by type (different hanger colors for each category). The chest at the end of the bed that displays five different stuffed animals, all presents from Nunnally.
It hits Suzaku suddenly that this is where Lelouch grew up. He’s a loser for it, maybe, but for whatever reason, he feels extremely special to be here. Lelouch still trusts him this much, enough to allow Suzaku to see the brunt of his personality at face-value, to see his safe space without supervision.
He still trusts Suzaku this much after seven years apart.
Shaking his head lightly, he pushes away the urge to cry, and instead lets himself smile when Lelouch walks through the doorway. “Welcome back.”
“Thanks.” He flashes a lopsided grin in his direction. Suzaku wonders how he makes everything he does so… charming.
Before he can melt his one remaining braincell trying to figure Lelouch out, the boy in question saunters over to him and curiously peers down at Suzaku where he sits on the floor. “You know you’re allowed to use my furniture, right?”
Suzaku stutters a second. “Um, w-well, I just didn’t want to impose, and—“
“Because you’re imposing if I personally invite you here, is that it?” Lelouch raises a perfectly-arched brow at him. “Suzaku, I don’t know how people have treated you since we’ve been apart, but I’m not exactly your average Britannian, if you don’t recall.”
Suzaku clears his throat and averts his eyes, feeling very awkward. “I know you’re not. That’s exactly why I don’t want to make a fool of myself.”
Lelouch sighs and Suzaku winces. So much for that. He’s already embarrassed himself, and it’s not even nine in the evening. While he’s dwelling on his stupidity, he fails to notice the boy in front of him hasn’t moved. He’s suddenly shaken out of his thoughts when he feels Lelouch’s socked foot gently prod him in the stomach.
“Stop pouting. You’re here to spend time with me, and you’re going to do that, whether you think you should be allowed to or not. You’re my best friend.”
His chest fills with something that feels like bubbles building up in a bathtub. It’s strange, but not necessarily unwelcome. He kind of… likes it.
Willing his insecurity down for Lelouch’s sake, he lifts his eyes and offers a smile. A real one. “Okay.”
Suzaku scoots up the bed to rest against the wall, trying to crush the unjustified jealousy thrashing around in his chest. “So Shirley is in love with you?”
Lelouch stretches his arms as he shifts next to him, getting comfortable. He nods. “Since first year, apparently. I still haven’t figured out why she’s interested in me, at all.”
“So you aren’t into her.”
“Nope,” Lelouch shrugs. “Not like that at least.”
Suzaku doesn’t even know what to say. Is Lelouch serious? Shirley is pretty, smart, kind, and loyal. The exact kind of girl that his best friend deserves, which is why the triumphant happiness he feels at Lelouch’s admission is embarrassing — Shirley would never be the same to Lelouch as Suzaku is. What right does Suzaku have to be so possessive?
Apparently sensing his turmoil, Lelouch rests his hand on Suzaku’s knee and smiles at him. “She’s a great friend, and I wouldn’t ever want to change that. Not as great as you, of course, but still someone I want to keep in my life. Even if I did like her, I don’t think I would do anything about it anyway. I’m not interested in having a… girlfriend. There are more important people to focus on, like my best friend.”
It’s a challenge to stop himself from outright blushing at Lelouch’s words. “For what it’s worth, Shirley is a great girl, and I doubt she would stop being friends with you just because you don’t feel the same. I mean, you probably know that, though. You’re always ten steps ahead.”
Chuckling, Lelouch squeezes his knee, and Suzaku smothers the heat in his belly. “True. Now that we’ve covered that, want to help me make dinner? I’m thinking of something like fettuccine.”
As Suzaku follows him to the kitchen, he wonders why he got that burning feeling in his stomach.
Suzaku notices it one day as he’s sitting across from Lelouch in the library in the afternoon, the sun leaking through the tall windows. His best friend glows golden in the light, shadows playing across his face. He notices.
Lelouch is sickeningly beautiful.
It’s not like he never knew that; he’s known, ever since they were kids. He can remember being jealous that girls their age would look at Lelouch instead of him, even if he was just eye candy. It’s the reason — or at least one of them — he’s so popular at Ashford, why he’s constantly being whispered about by nervous, blushing teens as he waltzes through the halls, completely unaware of the people falling in love around him.
But he’s never been… captivated by Lelouch before. So he finds himself scared and confused when he can’t look away, instead memorizing the way Lelouch’s long lashes fan out across his cheeks as he leans into his palm, memorizing how his eyes shimmer every time the sun hits them.
The heat in his belly returns with a vengeance. He feels ridiculous, sitting here like a dunce, fawning over his best friend. God, his best friend, right. What kind of awful excuse of a friend stares like this? Suzaku concludes, for the millionth time, that he is a terrible person.
Still, when Lelouch catches him staring, his lips quirk in a kittenish little smile before he returns to his book. And, even though he’s definitely humiliated that he’s been caught, he can’t focus on it with his mind turning in curly-q’s over how pretty Lelouch looks when he’s happy. Suzaku makes an unconscious vow to himself that he will ensure Lelouch is happy forever. Whatever it takes to see that smile, from the only boy (or girl, or person, or anything) in existence who’s willing to give Suzaku the time of day.
As he’s laying in bed a few weeks later, he gets a stupid idea. He knows that the feeling in his stomach he gets around Lelouch is lust, but he hasn’t figured out how to deal with it yet.
He’s been brushing it off as the result of being horny. He’s a teenage boy, and Lelouch is objectively beautiful, more so than most of the women he’s met. It’s not really that surprising that he would trigger something like this in Suzaku, right?
Except for the fact that it’s getting worse, and he’s starting to worry that soon he won’t be able to spend time with Lelouch without getting hard.
Suzaku shakes off his thoughts with a little bit of worry and reaches down to palm the tent rising in his sweatpants. He’ll let it slide this one time. Maybe if he indulges in it, the constant desire will dim down a little.
He thinks of Lelouch’s pretty pink lips, remembering the day they went out for ice cream after classes and he got to watch his best friend work his tongue against his vanilla cone, the way it melted and slid down his bottom lip. And then when Lelouch darted that tongue out to retrieve it. He had smiled at Suzaku afterwards, lips red from the cold of the treat and slick with a mix of spit and ice cream.
He imagines what it might be like to have Lelouch press his tongue against his dick instead, lapping at the tip, tiny kitten licks that would be too much to handle and simultaneously not enough for Suzaku. How his cum would drip out of Lelouch’s mouth when he would finish without warning him, holding his head down and making him choke on it, pretty violet eyes welled up with tears as he scrambles to breathe.
Then he thinks of Lelouch’s long, slender legs, and his heart-shaped ass, framed like fine art in a pair of black jeans, the day he showed up and Lelouch was cleaning the living room. About how tempting he looked when he settled onto his knees and organized the books beneath the TV stand with his back arched, as he reached forward, on all fours, right in front of Suzaku where he was sitting on the sofa. He had pretended to stare at his biology homework instead of staring at Lelouch.
Suzaku wonders what it might be like to have Lelouch naked in front of him like that, leaning on his elbows, presenting that heart-shaped ass to him like a prize. How his thighs would quiver as Suzaku pressed his tongue against his entrance, Lelouch ducking his face into his hands to hide his pleasure. The tightness and heat of him as Suzaku prepared him, one digit at a time, struggling to choose between scissoring his fingers inside of Lelouch to stretch him or thrusting them back and forth, back and forth, making him fall to pieces with just his hands.
Groaning, Suzaku shudders as he spills over his hand, moving until he’s too sensitive to keep going. As he drifts down from the high of his peak, he frowns.
It’s not normal to feel this way about his best friend.
He hopes this will be a one-time thing.
Convincing Lelouch to attend gym class is much easier than Suzaku anticipated, and he’s honestly delighted. Lelouch whines about it as he follows Suzaku across the courtyard, about how he hates being sweaty and he’s not strong enough to actually help and how he’s only going because Suzaku wants him to.
“I know. I’m grateful for that, Lelouch. I really am," he says. He doesn’t have to try to put the huge smile he’s got on his face; it’s a real response. “I’m grateful for you, too, you know.”
“Whatever, i-idiot,” Lelouch mumbles. Suzaku can see the color on his face even as he looks at the very-interesting pebbles that make up the path to the track. It’s empowering, in a silly way, that he can still make Lelouch blush, that he’s currently one of the only people capable of doing so. He’s very glad Lelouch is still so fun to tease.
Suzaku holds the door open for him as they approach the boy’s locker room. They’re actually early, which might mark the first time in history Lelouch has shown up to a class before he’s had to. And he’s doing it for Suzaku.
“Where is everyone?” Suzaku asks. They’re standing alone in the locker room, not a single sound except the distant sloshing of the Ashford’s pool.
“I have no idea. I don’t come here, remember?” Lelouch huffs. He’s not actually mad, of course, but he’s trained himself to keep up his “Ice Prince” appearance during school hours.
“Well, let’s just change anyway. I’m sure the bell will ring soon enough.”
So they do. Suzaku realizes, very quickly, that undressing next to Lelouch alone is a terrible idea, and that he’s even stupider than he thinks.
He forces himself to keep his eyes towards the wall instead of sneaking glances over at his best friend as he slides his button-down shirt down off his shoulders, revealing his perfect, milky skin and exposing his willowy body. Oh, god, he’s so gorgeous, and Suzaku holds back a noise when his eyes land on Lelouch’s chest.
Rosy pink nipples, the same flushed color as his lips, perked up from the sudden chill of being exposed to the cold air of the locker room. They stand out against the slim softness of his torso, the sun-shy skin snowy in color. Lelouch’s collar bones jut out like the sharp and delicate wings of a butterfly.
“Are you okay? You’re really pale.” Suzaku is abruptly yanked from his ogling by the sound of Lelouch’s smooth voice echoing in the locker room. They’re still alone.
“U-um, yeah, I-I’m fine. Just, kind of dizzy. Don’t w-worry about me.” Suzaku stumbles over his words. It’s true, he’s definitely dizzy, but it’s likely not for the reason Lelouch is probably thinking. It’s mostly because all of the blood in his body has relocated to his dick faster than his head can handle.
“If you’re sure…” Lelouch is frowning. He looks very worried, and Suzaku hates himself a lot for being the way he is.
“Heh, I-I’m alright, Lelouch. You—“ Suzaku is interrupted by the sound of Lelouch’s phone ringing, and the boy in question looks at him apologetically before shrugging on his abandoned shirt and walking away with the phone to his ear.
Once he hears the door fall closed, he lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding and rushes towards one of the private changing rooms, locking the door behind him. He immediately leans against it as he tries to will away his erection. He doesn’t want to think about what could possibly happen if anyone else were to walk into the locker room and see him alone staring at Lelouch’s blazer draped on the bench with an obvious boner.
Suzaku’s efforts prove futile, as every single train of thought he takes ends up right back at Lelouch and his dazzling, gleaming eyes and puffy rose-petal lips, and, as recent fuel, perky pink nipples.
With a silent growl of shame, Suzaku roughly unzips his trousers and shoves them down alongside his underwear, wrapping a palm around himself.
He has to be quick. There’s no saying how much time is left before the bell rings, and he’s learned his lesson about leaving his belongings out to be accessible by the general school population.
Panting, he pulls his cock to the image of Lelouch standing there in front of him, eyes big and innocent, shirtless and vulnerable. He trusts Suzaku so much, enough to show his body to him without fear, enough to lay next to him on the same bed and sleep without being worried. If only he knew.
He wouldn’t ever do anything to Lelouch, of course. He doesn’t think he could even if he tried. The guilt would knock him unconscious before he could so much as lay a hand on his best friend. Still…
Daydreaming about how he might sound when he moans, whimpering and gasping, begging for more, mewling Suzaku’s name is enough. Fantasizing about his flawless body pressed up against Suzaku’s, trembly and excited, happy to let his best friend explore him however he likes is enough. Imagining Lelouch's elegant hands mapping every part of Suzaku's own body, long pianist's fingers tracing up his thighs and wrapping around his length to bring him to orgasm is enough.
It’s enough.
Suzaku muffles a grunt into his free hand as he comes, feeling it spit over his knuckles and drip onto the tile floor as evidence of his perversion. He takes a second to steady his breathing before cleaning himself — and the floor — up, disgusted by his lack of self-control and his lustful feelings. Lelouch already does so much for him, without expecting anything back. He gives up his time, listens to him, risks the safety of himself and Nunnally by stubbornly sticking by Suzaku’s side regardless of their history. And in return, Suzaku masturbates thinking about him.
When he finally slips out of the changing room and returns to his belongings, Suzaku no longer feels like attending gym class. He does anyway, even though Lelouch is nowhere to be found, even though his stuff is still next to Suzaku’s in the locker room, even though he isn’t returning his texts. After all, he really needs the participation grade.
“I’m so tired,” Lelouch sighs, falling gracefully next to Suzaku on their shared bed. King sized mattress, this time. He’ll have to thank Milly.
“Mmm,” Suzaku hums in reply. He keeps his eyes trained on the ceiling to stop himself from looking over at Lelouch in his stupid, cute pajamas. The fabric is too thin, and his stupid, cute black briefs show right through. He’s controlled himself all day, and he’s not about to lose his composure while he’s laying in bed next to Lelouch.
“Did you have fun today? I know you were originally supposed to be working. I’m glad your boss gave you time off to come on the trip with us.”
“I’ve had a great time. I’m excited for tomorrow,” Suzaku says, honestly. He’s enjoyed spending the day with Lelouch and their friends on the Student Council (but mostly Lelouch), and he mentally makes a memo to thank Cecile at least five times for convincing Lloyd to let him have a break.
“Me too. Tomorrow we’ll be heading to the waterpark. You brought your swimsuit, right?”
Suzaku nods. “Yup. You did, too, then?”
“Reluctantly.” He hears Lelouch scoff. “I try to avoid swimming around Milly as much as I can because she always takes pictures of me.”
“Eye candy like you deserves a photoshoot whenever possible. Everyone knows you're the prettiest Student Council member.”
For fuck’s sake. Did he really just say that?
Lelouch is quiet for a second and Suzaku curses himself for the next thousand years for making him uncomfortable. “… Suzaku. Have you seen yourself? You’re the best looking out of all of us.”
“What?” Suzaku asks, forgetting Operation Ceiling-Stare to look at Lelouch. “You don’t have to say that. I’m not unaware of my looks. Average at best.”
Frowning, Lelouch reaches over and pinches his cheek. “Ow!”
“Stop putting yourself down.”
Suzaku sheepishly rubs his face. “I thought you like it more when I’m honest.”
“Yeah, when you’re right. You’re wrong about this. No matter what anyone says, you are extremely attractive. That’s probably exactly why you get harassed so much. All the inbred Britannian troglodytes around here are offended you’ve got more appeal in one finger than they do in their whole lumpy bodies.” He pauses and taps his chin in mock thought. “Perhaps if I were to ever return to court, I would take you with me as my secret weapon during political meetings. Your handsomeness would stun them long enough for me to get them to sign whatever I wanted.”
They giggle together, Lelouch softly knocking his foot against Suzaku’s. The bubbly feeling in his chest is so, so strong. Hearing Lelouch compliment him without hesitation has him utterly whipped. “I’d be honored to be of service, Your Highness.”
Lelouch’s eyes sparkle mischievously, biting his lip, and it sends a wave of desire through Suzaku. “I kind of like it when you call me that.”
“O-oh?” Suzaku replies. He shifts in an attempt to quell his building lust, but can’t bring himself to look away from Lelouch.
“Mhm.”
Swallowing nervously, Suzaku reaches out and brushes a lock of raven hair away from Lelouch’s face. “Why’s that?”
“That’s a secret,” Lelouch states, grinning. “But I’m sure if you thought about it hard enough, you could figure it out.”
Emboldened by his earlier display of affection, and its subsequent acceptance, Suzaku tentatively reaches out to rest a hand on Lelouch’s waist. He’s a little terrified his best friend will recoil, that he’ll turn away, but Lelouch just hums and closes his eyes for a moment.
When he opens them, they’re darker than usual, somehow. Smoldering. Suzaku suppresses a shudder, but he can’t do the same to the instinctual squeeze of his hand on Lelouch’s waist. He prays that Lelouch just doesn’t notice, that he’ll dismiss it.
He doesn’t.
“Suzaku,” he starts, voice light and airy. “I’m not stupid, you know.”
“What? Of course you aren’t. I never said that,” Suzaku responds, fear (excitement?) running up his spine.
“No,” Lelouch murmurs, tilting his head, “but you’re underestimating my intuition.” Before Suzaku can find something to reply with, he feels Lelouch’s foot trail up his shin, and his breath catches in his throat.
“I-I’m not sure w-what you, um, mean,” he stutters, begging himself not to blush.
“Do you think I haven’t noticed how you stare at me?” Lelouch’s eyes are tender, as is his tone. “I may not be entirely perceptive of most people’s feelings—“
Suzaku shakes when he feels Lelouch’s knee brush his inner thigh.
“—But I know you well enough. And I know that the face you make when you think I’m not looking isn’t one that boasts platonic feelings.”
Mortified and devastated, Suzaku closes his eyes to escape Lelouch’s assertive stare. “Sorry,” he whispers.
Hearing Lelouch sigh only drives it home. Until—
“Mmph!” Suzaku keeps his mouth closed, but his eyes fly open when he feels Lelouch’s hand directly press against the bulge in his pajama bottoms. The prince is smiling playfully at him, eyes glittering. The faintest hint of red is dusting his cheeks.
“I’m not sure what you’re apologizing for,” he says casually, as if they’re not talking about Suzaku’s sexual desire for him, as if he’s not palming his cock through his pants. “I never said you’re wrong for it. I feel the same, you know.”
Exhaling heatedly, Suzaku helplessly ruts into Lelouch's hand, gripping his waist tight enough to bruise. “L-Lelouch!”
Without another word, Lelouch leans forward and kisses him.
Tasting the faint sweetness of his lips, feeling their velvety smoothness, is enough for Suzaku to have jerk-off material for the rest of his life. He kisses back feverishly, still in disbelief that this is happening, waiting to wake up alone and sticky in his bed. He experimentally bites Lelouch’s lower lip and takes the chance to deepen the kiss when Lelouch gasps.
Suzaku runs his tongue along Lelouch’s teeth and the roof of his mouth, adventuring as far as he can reach, before Lelouch’s own tongue pushes back against his and the hand on his clothed erection closes around him through the fabric, slowly, up and down with each movement of their kiss.
Their kiss. Lelouch is kissing him, willingly, and is the one who made the first move. Suzaku distantly questions if he’s died and somehow wound up in heaven. Lelouch pulls away just enough to breathe, panting into Suzaku’s jaw.
Suzaku slips the hand on his waist down to his hip and cautiously brushes his thumb under the waistband of Lelouch’s pajama pants. The boy squirms, a tiny noise rises in the back of his throat, and hearing it makes Suzaku’s cock throb.
“Suzaku,” he murmurs. “I… I want to touch you.”
“God, yes, please,” Suzaku breathes. “Do you kn-know how long I’ve been dreaming o-of this, Lelouch? W-wanting you?”
His best friend, so sweet and so good to him, giggles against his jaw. “No. But I don’t really care. We’re together now, aren’t we? This is your chance.” He pulls away and meets Suzaku’s eyes, pupils blown. He’s so beautiful it hurts. “So take it, Suzaku. T-take me.”
The implication is realistically enough to make him come right then and there, fully clothed. He would never forgive himself for that, though, so instead he unlatches his hand from Lelouch’s hip and adjusts them, kneeling between Lelouch’s parted legs where he rests on his back.
“Did you wear these on purpose?” Suzaku asks, pulling on the waistband of the pajama bottoms. “Because your underwear shows through them?”
Lelouch gasps when the waistband snaps back against his hip. “Well, that wasn’t really my intention, but I can’t say I regret it with how things are turning out.”
Suzaku smiles at him, a rush of affection protruding past his unshakable arousal, and reaches up to hold Lelouch’s face. “I’m so lucky. Not very many people get to say they’ve kissed Lelouch Lamperouge. And I don’t think many of them get to say he’s offered to let them take him, either.”
“Hmph.” Lelouch smirks coyly and nuzzles into his hold, blushing. “I’m sure the same is said about Kururugi Suzaku. I think I’m the lucky one.”
Heart fluttering, Suzaku leans forward and presses a kiss right below Lelouch’s ear. “Can I take your clothes off?”
Lelouch wraps his legs around Suzaku’s waist, hiding a smile by turning his face into Suzaku’s hand. “You don’t need to ask for permission.”
Still, Suzaku moves slowly and leisurely, unbuttoning the front of Lelouch’s pajama shirt. His stomach blazes at the sight of his chest up close. He drops down to take one of the pink nubs there in his mouth, gently sucking and laving his tongue around it. His hand slides from Lelouch’s face to flick the nipple neglected by his lips.
Whimpering softly, Lelouch arches into his touch. Suzaku continues lower, kissing and sucking and nipping at all the plush skin he can reach, dipping his tongue into Lelouch’s navel and grinning when the boy’s hips buck up. He feels Lelouch against his chest, fully hard, twitching just a little.
When he finally slides Lelouch’s pajama pants off, he takes a moment to just admire the prince below him in all his coquettish modesty. His milky thighs, just enough there to squish, narrow hips and flat tummy. He wonders if Lelouch’s cock is flushed the same pretty pink as his nipples.
He lifts Lelouch’s legs over his shoulders and smooths his hands along the barely-there flesh of his thighs, working up to his hips, where he leaves a red mark with his teeth that has Lelouch’s fingers digging into the sheets beneath them, up to his tummy where he peppers adoring kisses all over the core of him, then moves back down to repeat the process. Suzaku needs to.
Suzaku worships him from the ankle up, memorizing the feeling of his calves over his shoulders and his hips in his hands. Lelouch writhes with the intensity of his arousal. After he finishes petting his thighs and listening to him moan, he studies Lelouch again. The appraisal of his body seems to have its benefits. He presses a cheeky kiss right to the hint of a wet spot forming where the head of his cock must be straining against his underwear. Lelouch cries out and his hands tangle in Suzaku’s curls, not tugging, but gripping strong enough that his desperation is clear.
Unable to hide his smile, Suzaku presses another kiss there, chuckling when Lelouch’s hips twist in his grasp. “Suzaku!”
“Yeah?” He breathes, nosing up his length, feeling him throb through the fabric.
“Stop t-teasing me,” Lelouch whispers, eyes glassy with need and lips glossy with spit. Beautiful.
“Yes, Your Highness,” Suzaku relents. He smiles when the title makes Lelouch shiver beneath him. Suzaku presses a final kiss to him before mouthing there, dragging his tongue along the dampness on his underwear, holding Lelouch steady as he does. He concedes when he hears Lelouch sob out a moan, and he looks up to meet Lelouch’s eyes before he takes his underwear between his teeth and slowly drags them off like that. He’s drowning in the way Lelouch’s chest rises and falls rapidly with every breath, betraying his prized self-control as breakable, long pianist’s fingers finding solace in his brunet locks.
Halfway down his thighs, he guides one leg out of them, then leaves them there loose on the other, pausing to admire Lelouch’s hardness. It is, in fact, the same pink as his lips, his nipples. Suzaku doesn’t waste any time and lifts himself up to yank off his own clothes, pulling Lelouch’s legs over his shoulders again and knocking their hips together. Suzaku feels like he’s burning from the long-awaited friction, kissing Lelouch’s open mouth. He wraps their cocks in his hand and jerks. They grind against each other as their tongues meet, sounds escaping past their parted lips, stealing the breath from each other.
“L-Lelouch,” Suzaku mumbles with effort. “I… I’m clo-close.”
The way his best friend, his source of laughter, his better half, his prince, his everything looks up at him shatters his heart in the best way. Like Lelouch is seeing the stars for the first time, like Suzaku is his everything, too.
“G-good,” Lelouch whispers, stuttering and struggling to keep his voice steady. “C-come with m-me, Suzaku… to-together. I want to s-see you come b-because of m-me.”
His words, and the mental image of Lelouch splattered with their shared pleasure beneath him, are delectable. Suzaku moans aloud and thrusts as he moves his hand around them, feeling the silky slide of Lelouch’s length against his own, the sticky slip of his precum on his fingers.
He leans down and presses his forehead to Lelouch’s. “I love you,” he mumbles unconsciously. With a silent shout, he peaks, working himself as he orgasms.
It paints Lelouch in pearly streaks from his hips to his cheekbone, a little standing out against the blackness of his hair, the sensation of it hitting his skin apparently enough for him to tip over as well. Suzaku watches in utter fascination as he comes and his tummy tenses. Mouth dropped open in a mewl, he squirms below him as Suzaku teases him through it, overwhelmed and overstimulated by the time he finally releases them from his grip.
They share a moment of comfortable silence as they settle. Suzaku kisses him chastely, just the press of lips against his, and he tastes a bit of cum when he pulls away and his tongue darts out to wet his lips. He doesn’t know if it’s his or Lelouch’s.
“Thanks for doing the work,” Lelouch giggles, voice broken.
Suzaku grins at him, heart bursting, and brushes their noses together. “Thanks for letting me.”
“Gladly. We should do it again sometime.” The sparkle in Lelouch’s eyes is unrecognizable, but it’s enthralling to Suzaku.
“Agreed. Do you want me to clean you up?”
Lelouch nods and Suzaku hops off the bed, wetting a washcloth with warm water and returning to see his best friend — his everything — stretching his spine with his arms above his head. They meet eyes and grin at each other, Suzaku wiping him off with a light touch, making sure nothing is left before haphazardly scrubbing at his own torso and tossing the washcloth somewhere towards the bathroom.
Suzaku can’t avoid laughing as Lelouch pulls his briefs back up, shooting him a heatless glare when he notices the marks on his thighs. It’s silently agreed that they will cuddle, as they did when they were little, and so Suzaku wraps himself around Lelouch.
“Hey, Suzaku?” At the sound of Suzaku humming, signaling he’s listening, Lelouch clasps their hands together and smiles shyly. “You told me right before you came that you love me.”
Suzaku flushes red and presses his face into Lelouch’s neck to hide it. “I do.”
“I love you too.”
Suzaku believes him.