In their feet L.L can feel the difference his horn-heels have made. He and Suzaku have always been the same height and now here he is towering a good four inches above his friend. He tilts his head down, feeling more for a moment like he’s kissing his wife and not another man, and in that spirit cups Suzaku under the jaw in a tender hold.

Despite himself he’s feeling something here, a tension, a sense of anticipation, a thrill stirring. He puts it down to the possibility the bed implies (and those sheets had better be fresh) combined with the lingering musk of the demons living within these walls. His heart is pattering as he parts his lips and invites Suzaku to press his tongue inside his mouth to be sucked on in a way that’s hovering on the line of who’s doing the leading and who’s being lead. He’s glad he’s not doing this all for the first time with Suzaku - as much as he trusts his friend would have given him space to understand his own body, the sad fact is that it’s fun to not be physically outmatched for once. He might not have any stamina but he’s got experience on his side; he’s worked through most of his flustered embarrassment when it comes to intimacy in the last decade.

But would that he had a thirty year old’s body at times like this. His sweatpants are far too loose to hide the fact that he’s quickly losing his composure in their current situation. He’s very pink, knowing he’s in danger of being caught out for being so obvious in his interest.