[ That squeeze to the throat, soft as it had been, would have been enough when sober to leave him flaccid and fighting his way out of the hold. It’s there for him, in the fragments known as Julius, the visceral memory of Suzaku’s iron grip around his throat and feeling so wretched he was going to let him do it.
But the drug is pumping so hard through his body that his flinch is no more than a brief grimace and jerk of his shoulders.
Quiet, he has to be quiet, he’ll Geass whoever dares interrupt them, he’ll Geass Steve to keep touching him if he dares let an interruption throw him off…
When he pumps L.L arches off the sofa, stuffing his fingers into his mouth to muffle himself to no more than a strangled whimper. He fucks sinuously up into Steve’s fist as the other man pumps as he brows clench and twitch and his lashes flutter. There’s tears in his eyes, clinging to those dark lashes, he wants Steve so much. ]
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But the drug is pumping so hard through his body that his flinch is no more than a brief grimace and jerk of his shoulders.
Quiet, he has to be quiet, he’ll Geass whoever dares interrupt them, he’ll Geass Steve to keep touching him if he dares let an interruption throw him off…
When he pumps L.L arches off the sofa, stuffing his fingers into his mouth to muffle himself to no more than a strangled whimper. He fucks sinuously up into Steve’s fist as the other man pumps as he brows clench and twitch and his lashes flutter. There’s tears in his eyes, clinging to those dark lashes, he wants Steve so much. ]