When Lelouch bit his shoulder, he forced himself to not think anything of it. When he was pushed into the bed and the feeling of teeth into flesh became more apparant, he forced himself not to moan loudly. His hands were already clutching onto the sheets, feeling his heart and clothes stripped from his body, leaving nothing but the shell. Lelouch had left from the marked spot, licking his fingers to wet the area he was about to enter.
"Brother, please--" Rolo started, gritting his teeth at the force of fingers, feeling his insides being twisted with each movement. Lelouch pinned him further into the bed and Rolo let out a strangled noise, forcing himself to loosen up, forcing himself not to be loud and summon Sayoko. "The camera's a-aren't here, so you don't have to do it this way..."
"I know," he murmured in return, withdrawing his fingers slowly. Rolo whimpered at the first, rough thrust that followed the pullout immediately. He knew he wouldn't be merciful even if he pleaded, so he kept his tongue in his mouth and the noises to a minimum. He let his head hang low, teeth clenched and hands gripping onto the sheets as he felt another set of push and pull. Lelouch dug his nails into Rolo's hips, breathing heavy from his lack of stamina. Rolo was thankful for it then, knowing it'd be over soon, and he'd be disposed of, just like Lelouch always did to him. He was nothing but a tool even during that moment, with his faux brother pushed in to the hilt and Rolo ready to scream from the feeling. An ear was bit, then a side of his neck, then the shoulder he hadn't paid heed to up until that point. He could feel the break of skin and blood drawn as Lelouch's teeth sunk in deeper and deeper, far more so than before. As he was doing so, Rolo felt Lelouch come inside, almost relieved that it was over finally.
He didn't pull out of the younger automatically, and not when he rode out his orgasm. He breathed heavily, body weakened significantly. His mind, too, had been weakened, and he almost brought himself to an apology that was too late, but abandoned the thought. He pulled out and away after his choice, grabbing tissues to wipe himself off. Lelouch didn't look at Rolo, dressing himself with zero shame on the surface after that one choice.
He stood up and left his dirty little rag to hang to dry, just like he did every other night.