Suzaku has become aware of the same, in a far more absent manner. It's hard to force his thoughts beyond the immediate want, past the fact he wants L.L's hands on him, wants to touch him in response. But it's not late enough for the club to be the usual mass of bodies, harder to be just an anonymous pair in a sea of equally affected people.

But before he could even fully realise that thought, before he could start to think of options, L.L had a plan.

He was brilliant, as ever. He let himself be dragged up by L.L and followed him obediently to the private bedrooms. It's not somewhere he's very familiar with but then again there's not much to be familiar with, the rooms are simple enough and soon they were alone.

He stood, hand in hand, happy for a moment to just be alone with him, away from prying eyes. But the desire he had for him was strong and though he didn't let go of his hand the other one moved back up to L.L's head, to his hair.

As he struggled with the realisation that in many ways he knew nothing about him, in many ways he is the man he had known but ten years was a long time and it wasn't as if they had ever spoken about anything like this.

L.L had said to take the lead and he's done that before, but only ever when he had had a pretty good idea of what his partner liked and wanted. Here he is floundering.

So he leans in to kiss him again, because that's a start. And he knows they both like that.