It’s a gentler pace than L.L expected, given the state Suzaku’s in, but it’s a pace he very much enjoys. He’s naturally inclined towards a lazy pace, a relaxed exploration across a quiet afternoon, something that doesn’t tax either participant too greatly, but if he’d imagined Suzaku in this position at all he would have imagined him to be incredibly vigorous.

It gives him a chance to focus on the experience - the taste, the heat, the weight on his tongue, the exquisite balance of helplessness and power that comes from knowing Suzaku could rip more pleasure from the experience at L.L’s expense but he’s choosing self-control. It’s a demonstration, L.L knows, that Suzaku cares.

And so he gives everything he’s got, suckling hard as he stares up at Suzaku, throwing everything into looking ecstatic at their current position. He wants to praise him but that’s difficult with his mouth full, so he does his best to express the sentiment by caressing his hips