Suzaku was in the kitchen making a pot of tea for the both of them to share. Married life had been good. Everything was great, but something was off. Neither of them had brought it up, but there was definitely something lacking. Perhaps out of shame, or nerves, or maybe it was just that they couldn't find the time, but Lelouch and Suzaku Lamperouge - Suzaku insisted that he took Lelouch's last name - hadn't been…intimate lately.

Lelouch walks into the kitchen with his easy smile as per usual. Suzaku had just returned home and he was already making himself useful without Lelouch knowing.

"I see you've brewed yourself a pot of tea. Is that all for you then?"

A short huff escapes Suzaku, and Lelouch can tell he's smiling even with his back turned as he reaches for the matching set of cups on the top shelf.

"No, I only brew tea when I want to drink with you."

Lelouch almost blushes, before he composes himself. They had been together for almost all of their lives, but a simple comment could always make him nervous. Suzaku was the only one in his life with this effect.

"Cat got your tongue?" Suzaku replies to himself, since Lelouch had been sitting there quietly with no response for a few moments. He can hear the cocky smile he has on right now. He sidles up behind him, almost silently. His arms snake around his cinched waist, something he had always secretly enjoyed about Suzaku's physicality, along with all the other benefits. Suzaku leans back into him, his hand holding Lelouch's and his fingers playing with the ring on his left hand.

"It's been a while since we've had a moment like this." Lelouch mutters quietly, just a little bitter. Maybe a lot.

"You're never home anymore. Do you really need to be at work that much?" He rubs his face into his back like a needy kitten, an annoyed scoff quietly leaving his throat.

"You know I don't have a choice."

"You do, but you never choose me."

Suzaku stops fiddling with Lelouch's ring. He takes his arms off his waist and turns around slowly, cupping his husband's face.

"Lelouch."

He doesn't respond.

"Lelouch, look at me."

"If I look at you, I'll stop being mad."

"Fine. Don't look." Suzaku pushes him gently back into the kitchen island. Lelouch stumbles slightly, falling onto the counter. Suzaku spreads his thighs with a gentle nudge, his hand gripping him and his thumb brushing along his inner thigh.

"I'll help myself."

Lelouch's eyes darted up, but Suzaku was no longer there. Rather, he sees his auburn hair nestled between his legs as his husband starts to take his trousers off.

"You..!" Lelouch grips his hair, pulling his head up. Suzaku looks at him with a straight face, and that irks him even more. Why is he acting so strange?

"What? You don't want it?" Suzaku looks back down, pulling Lelouch's trousers off with a rather rude tug. His lips brush along the fat of his thigh squished on the counter before his canine dragged along his skin as he sunk his teeth in. Leaving a bright red mark.

"Possessive much?" Lelouch scowls, pushing Suzaku off, "What do you think this biting will show?"

Suzaku is squatting in front of him and he doesn't respond. His hand goes around Lelouch's left ankle as he slides it up his trouser fabric, grabbing at his skin. His other hand pulls his right ankle down so that his toes barely touch the ground. He kisses the ankle of his left leg.

"You…always do this… We spend a week not talking and then you go and do this because you know I'm weak to you. You act like a puppy that's been kicked aside in hopes that I'll forgive you."

"It's been two days, Lelouch."

"And a week without-" He stops himself in the middle of his sentence. Breathing in and out shakily,

"Forget it."

"Lelouch, you know better than anyone that I would spend every day worshipping you if I could."

"Don't flatter me."

"It's not flattery, Your Majesty." He chuckles lightly. Lelouch kicks him, Suzaku is barely fazed. The difference in their strengths noticeable at first glance.

Lelouch stumbles off the counter, about to walk to the bedroom before Suzaku pins him between his arms. His hands make their way to Lelouch's hips and one of them wanders to the small of his back. Pushing on it lightly, Lelouch gives in almost instantly and folds over the countertop thanks to his flimsy state.

"Suzaku-!"

"Let me. Please, Lelouch?" He almost whispers the last word, a small almost whining like sound escaping.

"You don't have to ask-"

"Lelouch…please…just tell me I can."

Lelouch is flushed from head to toe, almost steaming. He grips the countertop a little tighter.

"...You can."

"Thank you…Thank you." He mumbles against him almost desperately, pulling his underwear off. His thumb spreads him apart so he can get just a little more access and his other hand is grabbing at his thin thigh as his tongue prods his entrance. Lelouch always was a little insecure and embarrassed about his unathletic figure, but every time Suzaku gripped and handled him with such reverence and desire… He forgot about it just a little bit more every time.

The sounds filled the kitchen, wet and persistent. Lelouch's legs trembled a little, but he was given a sudden moment of relief. He suppressed the needy whine that threatened to leave him. Why? Why did he stop? He could still hear faint wet noises and sucking. His bubbling protests were immediately jolted out of him as he felt a digit slide into him. Suzaku leaned over him, his lips right behind his ear and nipping at it gently.

"S'good?" He mumbled quietly as his other hand began to palm over His Majesty's length.

"So…So good. Suzaku…" Lelouch muttered, "But I need more of you. Enough of this." He grabbed Suzaku's wrist. But his husband shakes his head, nestling into the crook of his neck.

"No…No. You're too tight. It's been too long."

"And who's fault is that-"
"Mine. It's all mine."

"Don't talk like that… I know you couldn't help it."
"That's not what you said earlier."

"Petty as always." Suzaku slumps his head into his shoulder with a groan, Lelouch laughs lightly in response. Suzaku's chest tightens a little as he feels him shake slightly when he hears that pretty, pretty sound. His lips tighten into a thin line before breaking out into a smile as well.

"I really missed you. Even though we were sleeping in the same bed, I wanted to hear your voice so badly. It's not enough for me just to see you. I need to have all of you." He mumbled slightly possessively. A second finger slipping in, stretching him apart in preparation. Whatever reply Lelouch had snarkily thought up had left him as he fell apart in his life partner's arms. His knight diligently prepared him on the kitchen counter, without sounding crude, like a feast to be devoured. He stretches him apart with one strong hand, kneading at the fat, whilst the other stroked himself.

Suzaku tapped his hard length against his hole. He stops himself abruptly.

"We need lube and protection."

Lelouch hisses, pushing himself against him.

"No."

"What do you mean 'no'?" Suzaku says, almost laughing. Incredulous.

"I'm going to get it-"

Lelouch grabs his shaft, pushing the tip in.

"Lelouch-?! Wha-!" He groans, grabbing his hips tightly as he slowly sinks into his warmth.

"It's…fine." Lelouch says with his classic cocky grin. The one he just can't resist. He holds him still, his fingertips pressed into the small of his back again. Lelouch shivers a little and he moans as he can feel it drag slowly out of his shallow parts. Before slowly bottoming him out as Suzaku presses himself closer to him, as if trying to meld them together.

"You're being so gentle today, hm?" He goaded him, taunting him. Suzaku scoffs with a smile.

"Psh. Only because you like it."

"Hm…"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I can take it. Whatever you want. I want to do things you like too." He cranes his neck, a little uncomfortably, to look back at him with his sweet gaze. Suzaku's eye twitches and he begins to move just a little faster. Lelouch smiles to himself, satisfied that his scheming has worked out like always. But he starts to wonder if he took it too far when his hip bones start hitting against the counter as his husband starts bucking into him hard and deep. Like an untamed animal. Suzaku was sucking and biting at his neck, his back, and just any skin he could plant his lips on. The sight of red blooming on his partner's porcelain skin satisfying a primal instinct of his, that he couldn't justify to anyone. Not that he wanted to. These were for him alone.

Lelouch was crying and whimpering into the marble top, feeling his legs start to give in and that he might just fall to his knees if it weren't for Suzaku's shaft holding him up. He climaxes onto the white cabinets, sticky and trembling as he limps against the counter. But Suzaku was too far gone, so he pulled him up and picked him up. Lelouch's legs snaked around him instinctively and his arms fell around his neck naturally. They kissed for the first time today, and it's surprisingly chaste and gentle. They giggle against each other in sync at the strange contrast.

He begins to carry them to their bedroom, but Lelouch whines and nips at him. Licking and sucking on his neck, begging him not to stop. His length buried deep inside at this angle, prodding at his prostate thanks to gravity's help. Suzaku can hardly resist him at all, let alone when he asks for it. He pushes him against the wall of the hallway to their room, going to kiss him again. They both smile, deepening it as Suzaku nips his bottom lip gently between his teeth. One arm holding him up stable, the other going to fiddle with Lelouch's ring again between his thumb and his index finger. As if he cannot believe it's there.

"Lelouch, are you close?"

"Mm. Quite." He chuckles breathily, nuzzling into his neck.

Suzaku rests his head on his shoulder, his hand going from the ring to his husband's length. Stroking him with the wetness of his precum.

"I wanna feel you cum…Please." He whined. Lelouch tightened, a high pitched moan getting pushed out of him as he felt Suzaku thrust faster and faster. Penetrating him from below as he kissed along his jawline. Lelouch subtly shifts his head so that Suzaku's messy kisses along his face finally meet his lips again. He nibbled his lip and Suzaku trembled, spasming slightly and his muscles tensing.

"I'm close, Lelouch… Really close." He said, his lip quivering as he pulled back just enough to whisper this against his lips. Lelouch licks along the part he nibbled with a devious smile. Suzaku scowls, though it quickly becomes a smile. Their hips meet in a messy entanglement over and over, finding friction against each other until they can feel their peaks reaching. Suzaku's strokes inside of him and on his member both got faster and tighter. Despite the tightness clenching around him, his hips continued to roll against him until Lelouch fell slack against him with a satisfied mewl. Suzaku groaned, burying himself in Lelouch, inhaling his scent and touch as much as possible. Biting his neck once more as he came inside, coating him in a sticky, white release.

Suzaku panted, carrying Lelouch over to the bedroom and depositing him on the bed. Lelouch laughed satisfied at his dishevelled state.

"Could you rebrew the tea?"

"Yeah. Give me a second." He laughed, brushing his hair back exhausted and pressing a kiss to Lelouch's head.

"Need anything else?"

Lelouch pursed his lips, thinking for a second before rolling onto his lap. Nestling his head in his stomach and wrapping his arms around him.

"No. Just stay like this for a bit."

"Alright. I can do that." He said, smiling and carding through his silken locks with his fingers. They sat there talking about nothing important. Suzaku wanted to get up and take care of Lelouch, clean him up and get him that tea he was so intent on brewing in the first place, but Lelouch kept his head on his lap. Locking him there with that casual, smug smile. He knew he'd never win against him.