Given Suzaku’s ridiculous ability to master just about any physical task handed to him L.L’s a little surprised that he licks the way he kisses, like a teenager full of more hormones than experience… but that’s what he is still, isn’t he? Still it’s not bad, very far from bad, and when Suzaku glances up he’s watching through hooded eyes, his lips parted.

What a powerful sight. What a strange sight. It’s compelling - and in a flash L.L’s mind is able to superimpose this on a thousand different instances he’s looked down at Suzaku. The Knight of Zero probably would have bitten him but oh, wouldn’t that have been a beautiful moment of symbolism, he on his throne and Suzaku with his burning eyes and a cock between his teeth?

“That’s good.” He murmurs. “Lick the head, Suzaku. Tell me if you enjoy the taste.”