Stepping off the plane, Lelouch nervously brushed his hand through his hair. A hand caught his, pulled it down to a pair of waiting lips, and he stumbled from the stairs into a pair of waiting arms. Suzaku laughed at him and set him to rights on the ground. He was dressed as a policeman, uniform all crisp shoulders and clean, white gloves.
"Father said you were coming today, and I had to ask if I could greet you." His tone was hushed, eyes warm. Lelouch flushed shyly. Suzaku's arms lingered around him a moment longer than perhaps proper, and Lelouch's knight coughed discreetly. Lelouch shot Gino a dirty look and stepped back to see Suzaku. He'd filled out nicely: broad shoulders and a thin waist, and long, long legs. His head was cocked as he watched Lelouch survey him. "Do I meet your approval?" he asked slyly, and Lelouch flushed again.
The ride back to the Kururugi Shrine was awkward. Gino had inserted himself between them firmly, an eyebrow raised at Lelouch's grunt of irritation. Suzaku had obliviously chattered with the Knight about the difference between being a Knight and his police work until Lelouch had had a chance to work himself into a truly black mood. As soon as the car stopped, he threw open the door and stalked out, pretending to inspect the cherry blossoms that lined the stairs but instead blinking back furious tears. He hadn't seen the man in five years, and when he finally got a chance to talk to him, Gino was ruining it! Lelouch curled thin arms around himself and tried not to look like he was pouting.
"Your Highness?" Lelouch turned and glared hard at Suzaku, who looked confused. "Ah, let me take you to your room." Tilting his head officiously, Lelouch nodded, leaving his luggage on the ground by the car. Suzaku pursed his lips but didn't say anything, simply reaching down to pick it up. The short walk to the main house was painfully quiet. A pang his him as Suzaku opened the door, revealing a very familiar room--the one he'd stayed in five years ago. Suzaku carefully placed the luggage by the door, then looked at Lelouch, eyes unreadable.
"Thank you. That will be all," Lelouch said crisply. Suzaku looked stung, but guided Gino out to show him to his own room. In the hall, Lelouch heard the two men laughing. His heart hurt.
It made sense that Suzaku would want to spend time with Gino; under different circumstances, Lelouch could admit that there were reasons he'd picked the blond to be his Knight; Gino was certainly as capable as a Knight should be, but he was so much more than the others. He was funny and kind and cheerful and open when so many Knights were guarded and staid. He had to be much closer to Suzaku in age, too--he'd heard that the Japanese man had celebrated his twenty-fourth birthday recently, and Gino had to be at least that. They'd looked good together, similar height and long, willowy bodies leaned close as they talked. Both were more similar to each other than to scrawny, grumpy Lelouch.
He sat on the edge of the bed and sighed. He'd been looking forward to this trip for months, had pleaded with his father for weeks before he'd let him come, and now he was wondering if he'd made a terrible mistake. But all he'd been able to think about was the warmth of that body against his back, those strong arms around him, coaxing.... He shivered unhappily.
"Your Highness?" Lelouch looked up to see Suzaku standing in the doorway. He blinked up at the Japanese man standing awkwardly in front of him. His heart was in his mouth as he realized that Gino was not with him. "Ah. Dinner's ready," Suzaku told him. The coppery taste of disappointment washed over him.
Unable to stomach the thought of food, Lelouch begged off halfway through the meal, claiming jet lag. Looking for somewhere to be alone, his feet wandered and he soon found himself in the training room. It looked just the same as he remembered it. It wasn't fair.
"Your Highness?"
Lelouch turned to face Suzaku wearily. "What, have you forgotten my name already? It hasn't been all that long."
"Of course I haven't," Suzaku said carefully. "It would be improper--"
Lelouch rolled his eyes. "Since when have you cared so much about propriety, Suzaku?" Suzaku looked away guiltily. Lelouch snorted at his discomfort.
"I--" Suzaku fell silent. He raised his hand as if to touch Lelouch's arm, leaving it hanging between them as he considered his option. Lelouch jumped as he felt the hand make contact. "Lelouch." Suzaku's expression was secret and warm. Lelouch leaned into the touch. "Lelouch, you're too young for...."
Lelouch laughed out loud. "Too young? Now, five years after--" Suzaku's white, pinched face made him stop. "I'm not too young!"
"That's what you said last time," Suzaku said, chuckling.
"W-well it's true this time! I turn eighteen in three months," he said plaintively. Suzaku shook his head in amusement. Growling under his breath, Lelouch decided to take matters into his own hands: looping one arm around the older man's head, he pulled Suzaku down to press his lips against his shocked ones. Arms wrapped to press him tightly against Suzaku's chest, and he thrilled to feel just how much the man had missed him after all.
"Lelouch--?" Suzaku managed to break away. Lelouch pulled him in again and they spent a leisurely moment exploring each others' mouths before Suzaku again attempted to wrestle control. "Lelouch, please, we can't."
"No, no," Lelouch murmured against his mouth, still clinging to Suzaku's broad shoulders. "Please, no." Suzaku shuddered as his determination wavered. Caving, he dipped to taste the pink lips offered. The next thing he knew, he was on the ground, a flushed young prince straddling his lap victoriously.
"I've been practicing," Lelouch bragged breathlessly.
Suzaku's hands came up of their own will to cup thin hips, rolling his thumbs along the front. Lelouch rocked against him eagerly, tiny whimpers escaping his lips. Dark hair fell over his eyes as he leaned forward, bracing himself on Suzaku's shoulders.
"It's different," Suzaku marveled.
Lelouch laughed. "I'm older. Bigger." He emphasized his words with a thrust. Suzaku grinned, thrusting back.
"So you say," he teased, reaching down to palm his cock. Lelouch groaned, covering his hand to press it closer. "Yeah," Suzaku breathed reverently. "Bigger." He worked his thumb under the waistband of Lelouch's trousers, listening to his panting breaths. "Is this okay?"
Lelouch nodded desperately. Popping the button open, Suzaku gently coaxed him through the fly. His cock was hard and leaking against Suzaku's palm, curving gently away from his body in a graceful arc. The tip was an angry red, throbbing against his wrist in time with Lelouch's rapidly fluttering heart. Suzaku gave an experimental squeeze, relearning the territory. Lelouch whined.
"You're so hard," Suzaku told him, dragging a fingertip through the moisture gathering at the tip. "And wet."
"W-wet...?" Lelouch stared down at him.
"Wet." Suzaku stretched a line of precome from the tip with his finger. "So wet," he purred. He stroked over the flesh with an obscene, slick sound.
"Wait," Lelouch gasped, wrapping a hand around Suzaku's wrist. "Wait, please."
Suzaku paused, reaching up to stroke through Lelouch's hair. He waited patiently. "Too much right now?"
"No, that's not it." Lelouch shook his head, blushing. "I...it's just...we've done this part before."
Suzaku held his breath. Shimmying down his body, Lelouch pressed his open palm flat against Suzaku's cock. "I want...I want. Please." Biting his lip, Suzaku nodded and tipped him over onto his back.
Suzaku devoured him, lips dragging along his throat to his collarbone. Deft fingers plucked the front of his shirt open as he trailed the tip of his tongue along the skin exposed. By the time he had reached the navel, Lelouch was bucking subtly.
"Have you ever...?" Suzaku considered waiting for an answer, then licked along the side of Lelouch's cock in one continuous stroke. Lelouch yelped, fingers coming to clench in Suzaku's hair as he sucked. His head rocked back and he bit his lip, moaning. He stared down the length of his body, watching the slick length disappear between Suzaku's lips. Suddenly, Suzaku sat back, a trail of saliva connecting him intimately to Lelouch for a few inches before snapping. His eyes were the color of dark, hidden parts of the forest as he gazed down at Lelouch. "I want to fuck you."
Lelouch squirmed uncomfortably. "I-I don't...I've never...."
"You're a virgin?" Suzaku blinked. Lelouch nodded awkwardly, and Suzaku grinned, nuzzling in against his cheek. "I'm so glad." Lelouch's taut posture melted against him and he leaned up to capture Suzaku's mouth in a kiss. They kissed deeply. When they separated, Lelouch was panting, dazed. "Can I?" Suzaku asked, nudging against Lelouch's thigh with his knee. Lelouch nodded. Suzaku grinned like a little boy and quickly worked to peel their clothes off.
Fingers trailed down the inside of Lelouch's thigh. The young prince shifted on his back, thighs falling open to give Suzaku more room. He shivered as dry fingers brushed over his hole. Suzaku brought his hand up to lick his fingertips, bringing them back down to press one in. Lelouch whimpered as it sank in to the knuckle. Suzaku stared at it as it disappeared. He carefully manipulated him, stretching and prodding until the sting was only a faint memory beneath the glow of pleasure buzzing beneath his skin, then leaned in, positioning his own hard cock between slender, pale thighs. At the blunt touch, Lelouch bit his lip and closed his eyes in concentration. Suzaku pressed in. Lelouch winced.
"Look at me. Look at me, please, Lelouch," Suzaku begged, holding back with all of his strength. Teary eyes slitted open, and Suzaku let out a stuttered breath as he sank in and froze. "So beautiful. You have no idea how badly I've wanted to do this since I first saw you getting off the plane. You have no idea how gorgeous you are, how badly I wanted you."
Lelouch sighed as Suzaku fucked him, arms and legs curling around his torso to hold on. "Suzaku," he hummed ecstatically. Suzaku drove in, groaning low in his throat. He wrapped his hand around Lelouch and stroked him. Lelouch wailed, coming suddenly and hard. Suzaku managed a few more strokes before following in a blinding blaze of white.
Huffing contentedly, Suzaku collapsed onto his hands and knees, bent over the sweaty, flushed boy. Lelouch smiled fondly up at him and scratched his head like a dog. Chuckling, Suzaku covered him with his own exhausted body, leaning in to nibble at the underside of his jaw.
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Gino grinned to himself as he closed the door. 'His parents are going to kill me.'
