[fic] Boys Will Be Boys

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Disclaimer: I don't own a thing.

Rating: NC-17

Summary: He shouldn't lose control like this. PWP.

Warning(s): Coarse language, repetition of certain terms and self-edited (spot a mistake? Please tell me - I'd appreciate it a lot!)

A/N: Written for the kink meme. Original thread here. And yes, I de-anoned quickly for this, blame Eljay's constantly being down for that. I admit I'm a bit fkdjfkdj over writing this D: 

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It's Suzaku who initiated this.

Lelouch doesn't even know why or how anymore.

One minute they were talking about, fuck, he thinks through gritted teeth, he doesn't remember what they were talking about. Might have been politics, chess or – ah, something.

Yes, something – something that is totally unsubstantial right now, Lelouch muses while he's gripping Suzaku's shoulders – he needs it faster, harder. More of Suzaku.

But, yes, the other moment found Suzaku and him like this: Suzaku straddling Lelouch on that throne (thank God, they're alone right now), and Lelouch just helplessly holding onto Suzaku's shoulders -

Damnit, he's not supposed to lose control like this.

But damn, Suzaku is rubbing his ass against Lelouch's crotch, and his lips are on Lelouch's – hard and demanding, challenging him (I'll give you as good as I've got if you give me all you have too, Suzaku is saying through that kiss).

And Lelouch, because he can't say no and Suzaku's tongue is hot against his own, moans into the kiss and, damn – he wants to touch Suzaku (his skin, run his hand over those muscles and trace kisses against his collarbone), but finds his hand swatted away as he tries to slide it under Suzaku's shirt. What the -

"Mmh, no touching there," Suzaku says and smiles – a bit impishly, clearly enjoying how he's in control now. Or, maybe, it's less the control, but just the fact that he can tease Lelouch, and it's annoying; Lelouch really needs to tell him to stop, to quit smiling like that -

But Lelouch doesn't get the chance to reply because, soon, Suzaku's lips are back on his, his teeth biting down on Lelouch's under lip –

Lelouch gasps into the kiss and Suzaku chuckles before pushing his tongue in – insistent. Then it's just wet and hot again, Suzaku's body grinding against his again, his lower body constantly rubbing against Lelouch's thighs, close to his (Lelouch swallows and can feel himself flush, what the hell is going on with him today, what -)

Screw it, Lelouch thinks and tugs at that damn cape instead, so he can at least run his hands up and down Suzaku's arms. When the cape's undone and falling on the floor, Lelouch grins and lets his fingertips run over Suzaku's arms, knowing fully well that this will get a reaction out of him. And it does: Suzaku breaks the kiss and hisses. He's always been sensitive to touch – especially the ghost touch of Lelouch's fingers running up and down, down and up.

"Impatient, aren't we?" Suzaku asks, but his voice is shaky, his cheeks flushed, and his eyes burning with need; he's rubbing a bit more impatiently, too. Really, he's never been good at hiding his feelings, Lelouch thinks – a feeling of fondness and affection flitting through him.

One of Lelouch's hands stops ghosting over Suzaku's arm and, instead, grabs hold of his erection. At first, he's just trailing his fingertips over it and Suzaku hisses out, a 'fuck, Lelouch' leaving his mouth, but it turns into a full hearted moan when Lelouch squeezes. "Do that again, Lelouch, now."

"Pot calling the kettle black, Suzaku." Lelouch smirks as he sees Suzaku blush ever so slightly (cute, he thinks).

"Shut up, Lelouch." And Suzaku's kissing him again – he really likes kissing, Lelouch thinks as he kisses Suzaku back, feeling something flutter inside of his stomach.

Because it's warm – not just Suzaku's lips or tongue, but the sheer feeling of them kissing like this. Because it's not just about lust, but trust as well: their kisses are lazier now, not just about thrusting their tongues against each other over again and over again, but just tasting –

Suzaku is really into it now, shifting and – suddenly, Lelouch can feel Suzaku's … oh God, his ass against his erection. It seems that Suzaku can feel the sudden shift too because he's suddenly holding onto Lelouch – in fact, in his urgency to hold on, Suzaku's hands somehow managed to toss the hat Lelouch was wearing onto the floor …

Lelouch isn't all too pleased; it took him hours to sew it (and he liked doing it, no matter how much – ah fuck – Lelouch thinks as Suzaku rubs his buttocks against his groin even more, C.C teased him for it). "Suzaku. My hat –"

"Damn that hat – dunno know why you insist on wearing it," Suzaku whispers and his lips are pressed against Lelouch's again, and Lelouch thinks that, maybe, the hat is not that important, after all. Because he's biting – really biting, and Lelouch feels that make him harder, and, oh damn it, Suzaku is –

Riding his cock. Well, kind of, Lelouch thinks, but he very well could be if Lelouch just shifted on his throne a bit, and he kind of wants to -

(And the friction is unbearable, fucking unbearable).

Lelouch can feel the – he's not blushing, he's not bloody blushing – the crack of Suzaku's ass against his cock, and – God. Lelouch pulls away from the kiss, brushing a strand of Suzaku's hair from his sweat-matted forehead away as he says, "Suzaku, fuck, move harder."

Suzaku chuckles. "Harder? Where? Tell me, Lelouch – tell me." His breath is hot against Lelouch's cheek, making him shiver (along with the words). He shouldn't like this, shouldn't accept that his knight is giving him - the Emperor - orders, but it's Suzaku and Lelouch – wants to give him everything.

"My cock, Suzaku. Rub your ass against my cock." He runs a hand against Suzaku's hips, then lowers it until it's touching his buttocks. For a moment, Lelouch considers giving Suzaku a light slap there, but he recoils from it. Suzaku is not his bitch, so he just squeezes it a bit, knowing that Suzaku likes that. And he does because he lets out a slight 'ah'.

Suzaku is groaning, and really rubbing now, slowly at first, but his movements quickly become faster and he's hard too. He's gritting his teeth now, his eyes darkened with lust. "Ah, Lelouch – touch me." He's not saying please.

Lelouch does touch him – but not where Suzaku expected; he's rubbing one of his nipples, feels it hardening underneath the cloth and he smiles. His other hand is groping Suzaku's ass, again squeezing. So, so sensitive, Suzaku, Lelouch thinks and Suzaku's pouting – actually looking quite a bit frustrated and he's slowed down, which – in turn – frustrates Lelouch. "Suzaku, you bastard –"

"I should say that to you, Lelouch. Damn, touch me – my cock, please." He sounds so impatient and frustrated that Lelouch takes mercy on him, and thumbs Suzaku's erection through the clothes and then starts rubbing. At first, tentatively, but then his movements speed up, and Suzaku starts moving faster again – really riding his cock now, hardly enough, in fact, that the head of Lelouch's erection slighty slips into the crack. Just a bit.

It's the hottest thing they've ever done. And Lelouch can't help it, but he's thrusting his hips upwards, just wanting to feel the up and down motions of Suzaku's rubbing (fuck so good, he muses, so good). And he's holding or rather squeezing both of Suzaku's buttocks and Suzaku goes "ngh, Lelouch" and then he's –

Kissing him again (Suzaku's tongue is hot and insistent inside of his mouth), sloppily but Lelouch doesn't care. He's sloppy too because, fuck, fuck, fuck he's close. Really close. It – the need, the hunger, the ache or whatever you call it – is building up insistently and with every up and down motion of Suzaku against him. Lelouch, though he's a bit tired and can barely think straight, is still touching Suzaku, hand rubbing him, squeezing. And then he's already there - finally - and all Lelouch can think of is Suzaku – nothing but Suzaku.

"Lelouch, I –" Suzaku doesn't finish, but leans his sweaty forehead against Lelouch's as he comes with a "fuck". And then he just, sort of, sags and is clutching at Lelouch, his nose buried in Lelouch's neck – them both breathing heavily. It's so …

Messy. Both of their clothes are soiled with semen and sweat, clinging to and sticking on them, and if anyone walked in right now they'd be greeted with a spectacle indeed –- an emperor and his knight panting and groaning, obviously in the after throes of one very heavy make-out session (and on clothes sex). Them just looking like a pair of … Lelouch lets out an amused chuckle.

Suzaku tears away from Lelouch's neck and stares at him. He looks adorable like that, Lelouch muses, with his hair falling against his forehead and his green eyes wide. "What's so funny, Lelouch?'

"How we're still such teenagers -," Lelouch says and smiles – a bit sadly. He should say it's stupid, that they shouldn't be so horny because they're not in a situation where they can enjoy being boys, but then – Lelouch thinks this is one of the few things they can still just be boys about.

Shaking his head a bit, Suzaku smiles and leans it against Lelouch's chest. "Nothing wrong with that, Lelouch – really there's nothing wrong with that."

And, for once, Lelouch agrees.

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