He reaches his hand out to caress a cheek, baby-soft and wet and smooth. Rolo's eyes widen, slight surprise and confusion, but they turn hazy as he gradually leans into the touch. Lelouch feels something like longing settle in his stomach, soft like cotton and gathering by the second.
But really, his brother looks so deliciously vulnerable (-drops of water falling from damp curls onto the back of his hand, bare, prettily flushed skin covered only by warm, sweet smelling steam and sparkling droplets of water, lilac eyes slightly glazed with relaxation, leaning into his hand like a treasured pet-) and momentarily, a thought rises, unbidden, amusing, and almost uncomfortably arousing.
(if only he wasn't- )
Lelouch smiles indulgently, and places a large, fluffy white towel over his little brother's shoulders. Rolo wraps it a little tighter around himself, looking smaller and softer under all the wool, and Lelouch feels the warm wispy longing turn into a liquid pool at the bottom of his stomach. He just keeps smiling, and has to stop himself from reaching over to catch a drop of water teethering on the edge of his brother's bottom lip.