transient_words | fic] That Flight Suit (Reply)

Disclaimer: I don't own a thing.

Warning(s): Explicit sex, inappropriate use of flight suits. This is really PWP.

Summary: A torn flight suit, and porn. Reeally. And this is Lelouch/Suzaku. No I am not even trying XD.

Notes: Got rid of this on FFN. I just feel this is too much situational porn and a rehash of things I've written before to really appeal to readers, but since this is edited, I didn't want to put it to waste entirely. As always, based on a prompt from the cgkinkmemeii. ~~And I still owe replies. I fail!~~

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"Goddamnit, Suzaku," Lelouch is saying, his voice laced with fury as surveys the damage on the flight suit, "do you know how long it took me to prepare this costume?"

Suzaku rolls his eyes. "Two days, four hours and fifty-six minutes. You told me that at least twice." He shakes his head as he takes off his cloak and throws it on the bed. Now, Lelouch can see the full extent of the damage – a large tear that spreads from one buttock to the next, large enough that the crack of his ass is visible.

Suzaku didn't notice the tear himself at first, registering it only when he was about to walk out of his and Lelouch's bedroom to attend a meeting.

Which is good, or this might have had the potential to turn out very embarrassing indeed. Imagine someone other than himself or Lelouch noticing that tear!

Suzaku sighs. "What now?" He hopes his tone doesn't betray any special feeling, but Suzaku is rather fond of this suit and would be most crushed if nothing could be done to mend it.

Lelouch huffs in irritation and he walks closer to Suzaku, his hand smoothing over the material. "This can't get fixed."

"You mean you can't just sew the hole up?" Suzaku asks, shivering a bit because Lelouch's hands are on his behind, moving up and down in a way that makes him feel rather excited. He wishes Lelouch's hand would just travel a little lower.

Shaking his head, Lelouch says. "No, the material isn't the sort that you can … ah, forget it. It's not like you would understand even if I tried to explain." Lelouch's tone is matter-of-fact and snippish.

"Um, you could still try to explain – I'm not dumb, you know" Not that he necessarily wants Lelouch to explain anything – no, he just wants to Lelouch to keep touching him, but that's not something the other needs to know.

"It's not about being dumb or anything," Lelouch replies, rolling his eyes, "but being capable of sewing things, which – I recall – isn't something you're good at." He hasn't removed his hands, but isn't doing anything else. Damnit.

"You assume too many things, Lelouch," Suzaku says, and this time he isn't just talking for the sake of keeping Lelouch at his side. "I don't know what makes you think that your judgement is always infallibly correct."

Lelouch chuckles, his hand moving a bit as he does so – up, up, and Suzaku shivers. "That again? I thought we both decided that I wasn't infallible."

"Hmm, we did, but it bears repetition … besides, it still doesn't explain why I'm not good at sewing." Suzaku is glad he's close to the bed because he's pretty sure his knees will give away soon. Lelouch is tracing lazy patterns on his back with his other hand, movements that make him tremble even more.

"Well, the last time you tried to sew something, you just ended up wasting half of your time trying to get Arthur to stop playing with the thread." Lelouch is laughing, a sound that rings through the room, and makes Suzaku smile too: Lelouch sounds so carefree when he does it, so young.

But that's not what is uppermost on his mind now.

Suzaku groans. "Lelouch, fuck –"And he presses against him, groaning again. "Please don't stop –"

It's then that Lelouch does stop, and Suzaku turns around, grinning when he notices how wide Lelouch's eyes are, and how absolutely bewildered the tone of his voice is. "The fuck Suzaku … are you actually turned on by this?" As if to test the veracity of that statement, he touches Suzaku again, but this time not his behind, but the front – Suzaku's groin. "You're actually hard."

"Ah… yes." Suzaku doesn't see the point of denying it. Not when he's been shamelessly leading Lelouch on all this time now. Besides, Lelouch's hand is squeezing his erection now, and another scuttle of excitement runs down Suzaku's spine.

"You suck at seducing too," Lelouch is sighing, but he hasn't moved his hands away. Instead, he leans forward and whispers into Suzaku's ear, "If you just wanted me to fuck you, you should have been straightforward about it."

Suzaku turns to look at Lelouch, and shakes his head. "And ruin all the fun? No." It's not like Lelouch can deny he didn't like … the leading up to this moment, not when his eyes are burning with so much desire. Nor when he's smirking like that. "Besides, it would be boring if I just submitted to you like everyone else does." Oh, he's getting saucy, he knows that, but it's not like Lelouch really cares.

"Hmm. I see," Lelouch answers as he leans forward to press a kiss against Suzaku's neck: it makes Suzaku tremble, and Lelouch's hand is still squeezing, now a little gentler, his fingertips circling. "You know, I could always just punish you." But he doesn't sound serious, just mocking, and Suzaku shakes his head. Really. He doesn't need the Emperor act right now.

"And I could always just walk away." It's not like it's too late. He could just become a vagabond, hide his face underneath a mask and live in the woods like those legendary warriors of yore. "Never forget that."

"Never forget that I could always deny you too – not just your dream, but you. That nothing stops me from denying you right now," Lelouch says, but his voice bears no trace of cruelty, sounds rather unconvinced even.

"You … wouldn't dare to deny me. Ngh." Lelouch's other hand is rubbing a nipple, the material only increasing the friction. Suzaku grits his teeth. "Because I'm all you have left."

And Lelouch is all Suzaku has left. He'll be damned if he won't take everything he needs, won't make sure that every minute he has alone with Lelouch is used productively. "So just do it already. Stop wasting time." Fuck me hard, he wants to say, fuck me so hard I can't think properly anymore.

Suzaku does fall back on the bed now, on his fours – probably giving Lelouch a very good view of the tear now … and his ass.

It's shameless and wanton, but Suzaku is aroused, so very aroused; his heart is beating wildly against his ribcage. "Come on," he says again, his tone impatient now, and he wonders what Lelouch's underlings would think now if they saw this: the Knight of Zero giving the Demon Emperor orders. "Don't waste time."

And Lelouch really is wasting time, fumbling with something that sounds suspiciously like the lid of a lube bottle being opened, but Suzaku still rolls his eyes. "Lelouch –"

"Shut up. I'm not doing this without preparing you, stupid." He does sound irritated, but beyond that aroused, and Suzaku chuckles.

"Actually, lube is not necessary. Since we do this quite often - hmm." Any complaint dies down his throat when Lelouch spreads his cheeks, and slips the first finger inside. It's now that Suzaku remembers whyhe likes doing this with lube, after all.

Lelouch's fingers are long and delicate, stretching him just right, and Suzaku can't help but utter a 'ngh' when he curls that finger inside. Gripping the bed sheets, Suzaku closes his eyes and shifts, wanting to feel that finger deeper… "More."

And Lelouch doescomply, adding the second finger and moving quicker inside now; Suzaku just hisses as the first slivers of pleasure run down his spine – Lelouch has gotten so good at it, quickly spotting that place that makes Suzaku's erection harden and turns his hiss into little moans.

But Suzaku isn't really in the mood for those little games.

"Fuck, just do it already -" Suzaku hears the chuckle, and turns his head around, looking at Lelouch's amused expression. He rolls his eyes and stops Lelouch from asking 'do what' (no time for those games either -). "Fuck me already."

Bluntness, Suzaku realised early on, is a big turn for Lelouch. Especially when hedoes it.

"As you want," Lelouch says as Suzaku turns around; he hears the rustle of clothes, then hands on his hips, and then a tip pressing against his hole, but not inside, not fucking insideyet -

Suzaku fists his fingers deeper inside against the sheets, grinding against Lelouch's cock. Fuck. He just can't take it anymore. "Lelouch-" He won't say 'please'; he's pretty sure Lelouch can hear the frustration behind his tone.

And he's generous or just horny as Suzaku is because Lelouch pushes in then, sliding in slowly but smoothly.

"Hah, yes," is all Suzaku says when Lelouch is finally, finally buried to the hilt; it should be embarrassing and humiliating, but Suzaku feels neither as he opens his eyes, rubs against Lelouch and asks for 'more'. There's nothing shameful about this, not when it's Lelouch . "Move."

"So, giving orders now-?" But Lelouch's voice is raspy, and his hands are shaking; they start shaking even more when he pulls out. The suit is tight against Suzaku's skin, and he can feel those hands nearly as well as if he were naked, but that's not what he wants to feel, no. He wants -

Yes, Lelouch's cock pushes in, not quite hitting that right angle yet, but it still feels good. So hot. "Hnn." Suzaku moves against him more, not wanting to be idle while Lelouch pulls out again, only to drive back inside.

It has to feel good for Lelouch too, Suzaku thinks. He imagines what view Lelouch must be getting, what it must be like to see his cock going in and out of that hole-shaped tear, while the rest of Suzaku is still covered by that tight-fitting suit.

"Ah-ah … have you hmm, dreamt of this before?" Suzaku asks between pants, and he looks at Lelouch then briefly, sees those beautiful, beautiful eyes blazing back at him, and smiles. "Have you dreamt of fucking of me in my flight suit?"

Suzaku doesn't have to ask for 'harder' this time because Lelouch grips his hips more forcedly, and pushes him down the bed, so that he's pressed against it. And then Lelouch is slamming inside of him, making the bed creak and Suzaku moan a bit louder. Whenever Lelouch's cock slides against him, there isn't that usual slapping of skin, but the rustling of material.

"Hah, yes-" Suzaku closes his eyes again, and doesn't even have to move against Lelouch anymore because he's really being fucked now, and he loves it like this: it might be hot and sweaty. Even uncomfortable because the flight suit is sticking against him like a second skin, but Suzaku forgets all about it when Lelouch pushes in even harder, and manages to push against that spot - and it's so good Suzaku moans so loud that he's sure he can be heard several rooms away.

"Should I touch you?" Lelouch asks, and one of his hands leaves its grip on Suzaku's hip to slide downwards.

"Hmm. No - ahh, I'm fine," Suzaku says, laughing softly when Lelouch's hand rubs against his groin. He rolls his eyes. "I'm really fine. Just keep moving." He doesn't hide the frustration in his voice, but then he just wants Lelouch to get that he's fucking close, and that he doesn't need a hand to come.

Thankfully, Lelouch does get the hint, removes his hand and grips both of hips again as he pushes in harder than before, pulls out again, and then it's just a rhythm of 'in' and 'out' …

And Suzaku loves every minute of it. Loves how Lelouch's cock stretches him, how he's making Lelouch lose rein over his usually so tightly controlled emotions, loves the sounds he's earning from Lelouch ('oh, Suzaku' and 'so tight, so tight -), and he just loves that he's really Lelouch's now. No longer his enemy, but his knight, friend and lover.

It's the thought of belonging and owning that makes him come, Lelouch's name on his lips; Lelouch follows soon afterwards, his last few thrusts shallow and quick before his cock pulses, and Suzaku feels him come inside, filling him.

"Don't pull out yet." He doesn't mind feeling Lelouch's softened cock inside of him. In fact, it feels nice even. Intimate.

"Filthy," Lelouch says, but not with his usual vehemence as he slumps against him, his head buried against Suzaku's shoulder. "I just came inside of you."

"I came inside of my suit." Suzaku laughs.

Lelouch makes a horrified sound at the back of his throat, pulls out then, and Suzaku does wince a little as semen trickles down his thighs. It also hurts when he turns around.

And Lelouch is talking again. "That suit is all but ruinednow."

"Means you'll have to get this replaced anyway," Suzaku says, smiling and pulls Lelouch in for a kiss before he can say in protest.

He doesn't want to waste time because that's the one thing you can't repair or replace. And time is something they don't have.

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