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Lelouch runs one hand up the small of Suzaku's back while the other cups his ass. This sort of touch isn’t new to him, but it’s still difficult for him to grasp that they’ve made it this far. The intimacy of it rushes through him: the fact that Suzaku trusts him, as well as the fact that Suzaku loves him.Even with the lights turned off, Lelouch can make out the figure of his lover: his tousled hair, his face pressed into the sheets."Are you sure you want this?" he asks, at which Suzaku lets out a breathy sigh."Yes, Lelouch. Please."Putting his hands on Suzaku is something he has grown accustomed to, and he has spent what feels like years exploring every inch of his body with his fingertips. And yet that glimmer of worry comes to him again.Hitting Suzaku is something else entirely.When he hits Suzaku's ass, it is barely more than a light tap. His lover shivers beneath him, regardless, and he repeats the motion. Every time, he stops just short of outright smacking him as his lover had asked of him.Lelouch can’t bring himself to hurt Suzaku like this, after all.