Rolo's hands dipped from his face slowly in curious anticipation, as if he could better sense his brother's actions with just his clenched eyelids providing a curtain for Lelouch. Said Britannian curled the corners of his already evident smirk as he glanced down at his brother: a face that held curved, cautious eyebrows over leery yet trusting eyelids. The soft-looking lips quivering slightly from their owners anxiety, and the subtle whisper of a mewl from his mouth of 'Nii-san...' escaped. How cute. So cute that Lelouch decided to cut his teasing short as he lowered his head slightly, letting his bangs trace over Rolo's cheeks briefly, then pulling up to watch his siblings face twist in humiliation.
"That tickles... Nii-san! Please-"
"Heh..."
Well, maybe there was a bit more teasing to be had. But it was over now. Lelouch placed his sure hand on Rolo's cheek, to steady the shaking boy. He leaned down once more, making sure to keep his bangs clear of his brothers now flushed face. The raven went lower, and lower, closing his eyes at the last possible moment, until...
"Broth-!"
"Shhh, Rolo..."