His hand continues to pet L.L's hair, sometimes twisting into a loose fist as Suzaku struggled not to move, to follow instructions and stay still as asked. He never grabs, never pulls on those locks even as pleasure rushes through him.

He watched as L.L pulled up, drinking in the sight. It is beyond his wildest thoughts, that they would be here like this. That L.L would ever want him like this, that he would be able to do this.

He is still for another moment, to make sure that L.L is adjusted and ready before he moves, slowly, very carefully, never stopping that gentle petting of his hair. The last thing he wants to do is hurt L.L or push him too quickly, even if the teenaged impatient part of his brain wants to move faster.