He lets himself be pulled through the door, his heart leaping again as L.L's hand touches his. He wants to kiss him again, doesn't want to leave this space where they are together and go back out into the club. But he remains silent as they pass the two waiting to enter.

Then the hand is gone after a squeeze. The orders make Suzaku nod, as L.L goes off to find his wine.

Find a table, don't take any more shots...

Parted from the subject of his desires his head clears a bit as he makes his way through the club looking for a free table. No more shots... Because L.L didn't want that to happen again.

Because Suzaku had let himself be drugged, put them both in that position, forced L.L to deal with his affections...

It's hard to think of it as anything but real. L.L's words, his touch, his mouth. But it can't be. He had just... Suzaku had needed dealing with.

No more shots.

He should leave. L.L had come here to forget about what had happened, to relax and Suzaku was just...

He should leave. He would leave. He doesn't like disobeying but it is for the best. Best to remove himself, to make sure that he didn't lose control and throw himself at L.L again.

Instead of to a table he made his way to the door.