[He let his hand be guided, pressing into skin to hear Kaiba sound pleased, moving where directed, exploring what he seemed to like, what gave him pleasure.]
I don't know. [It's the truth. He doesn't know who he really is. Suzaku Kururugi was a dead man. He had died, apparently literally. But even if he hadn't been dragged to hell, Suzaku was no longer. His happiness for the world, that was the deal. A life behind a mask. Who he was. Who he was becoming. It was something he was still discovering.
Was this who he was? How he truly was. Someone this aggressive? Someone who perused desire?
He tilted his head, giving Kaiba access to his neck even as his hands continue to stroke across his thighs.] Then I will make sure not to bore you.
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I don't know. [It's the truth. He doesn't know who he really is. Suzaku Kururugi was a dead man. He had died, apparently literally. But even if he hadn't been dragged to hell, Suzaku was no longer. His happiness for the world, that was the deal. A life behind a mask. Who he was. Who he was becoming. It was something he was still discovering.
Was this who he was? How he truly was. Someone this aggressive? Someone who perused desire?
He tilted his head, giving Kaiba access to his neck even as his hands continue to stroke across his thighs.] Then I will make sure not to bore you.
[He leaned forwards to kiss him again.]