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[He wonders if she's just as clueless as him when it comes to this. Sure, he understands the mechanics, he's far from being an idiot, but to understand the principal and then putting it into practice like this - those were two entirely different things.

He nods, pulling himself away slightly so that he wasn't looming over Ryou and to give her room to maneuver.]

[She probably is as clueless as he is. The best she could do, she was doing what felt comfortable to her. She moves to sit up, facing him and putting her arms around his neck, leaning in to kiss him again. One arm slips down his chest as well, all the way down to his length again. He did say that he... liked having that touched, right?]

[His immediate reaction to wrap his arms around her waist as they kiss, pulling her closer. He shudders as she touches him again, one of his own hands dropping from her waist to trace the curve of her hip and follow a path down towards her inner thigh, before back up, seeking out the heat there.]

[She shudders, feeling his hand come so close to her heat, and then coming back towards it. She doesn't know what to expect anymore. She does move one leg further apart, moving it to rest around him on the bed, pulling the two of them together so intimately close. She pulled back from the kiss for a brief moment to let herself breathe, her hot breath faintly touching his neck and shoulder.]

[He has no idea what to expect, what do to - he's mostly going on instinct and what feels good at this point. And because Ryou has been doing most of the work in the feel good department at the moment, he only hesitates a second before his fingers travel their natural path and slip into Ryou's natural heat, fingers gently probing to see what she does.]

[She tenses for a brief moment, not expecting to feel him touching her down there. She knew how her parts worked, yes, and she had a vague understanding of how his worked, mostly, and how the two would supposedly work together. She didn't expect him to put his fingers there.]

[She gasps in surprise, digging her fingers into him as she pulled closer, trying to get those fingers in more. She likes that apparently.]

[He pauses for a moment when she tenses, watching her for any indication she wants him to stop. He lets out a low moan as she moves closer, his own fingers gently rubbing at her to see what other reactions he can get out of her.]

[She pants, laying her forehead on his shoulder while she holds onto him. After a moment, she can't help a moan coming out of her. She doesn't know what he's doing down there, but it was driving her insane.]

...More.

[Lelouch takes that as a cue that he's doing something right. He lifts a hand to tilt her face back and presses a forceful kiss against her lips as he moves his fingers in and out in a rhythmic motion.]

[She breathes in sharply, falling into rhythm with him. She was moaning, almost whimpering with need. She never wanted him to stop. Not ever.]

[For the moment, everything is about her, about making sure she is happy, that she is being pleasured. Knowing that so much had been taken from her, Lelouch wants to make sure this never is. It's what he's forgotten about himself in the moment, even though he himself is aching with need, because this is about Ryou.

His fingers continued moving, teasing as he adjusted them to play with angles, speeding up only to go achingly slow again.]

[She moves with his every moment, trying to keep up when he goes fast, and whimpering with need when he slows down. If only they could stay like this forever. No dark evil spirits to worry about, no fussy rules, no nit-picking royals and courtiers... just the two of them....]

L-Lelouch...

[As far as he's concerned at the moment, the rules can go throw themselves off a very high balcony. The same with the evil spirit, the nit-picking royals and courtiers. Because at this moment, it is just the two of them. No one will be looking for them until morning anyway, thanks to the party and the inebriated status of most of them. In fact, the only ones who would be looking for them in the morning would probably be Suzaku, Nunnally... and Milly, if she wasn't hungover herself.

He pauses when he hears his name.]

Ryou...

I... I think...

[He was so close to one particular spot. If he moved in just a little bit more...]

[She layed her head on his shoulder, panting heavily.]

Just... just a little more...

Mmmmm?

[He moved his fingers, pushing in and then back out, repetitive motion after repetitive motion. His other hand was on her waist, holding on to her.]

Like this..?

[She gasps, holding onto his shoulders. Yep, he found it.]

L-like that... yes. [Oh yes, keep on doing that. Keep that up, definitely.]

[Oh, he most certainly will.

He leans in, pressing a smirking kiss against her lips as he adjusts his angle to the one she indicated and thrusts his fingers in and out, picking up the pace now that he has a direction in which to go.]

[Having that particular spot hit over and over again, she can't help it, he's driving her insane. At one point during a particularly hard thrust, she could feel herself contracting around his fingers, feeling like everything was seizing up before releasing again all at once.]

[She whimpers weakly after the experience. Yep, that felt really, really good.]

[He's slow to remove his fingers, not wanting to hurt her. He moves to pull her close as she whimpers, resting her head against his shoulder as he runs fingers through her hair.

He's still hard, oh so achingly hard, but this wasn't about him - it was about her and her needs over his own - something for herself and only herself, without the spirit or the demands of the world beyond the closed bedroom door.

If nothing else happened and he had to make do with his hand and a shower, so be it. Lelouch might be a cold-hearted bastard, but there were some things that not even he would ever do.]

[She shudders when she feels his finger moving out of her, even shaking a bit from the experience. She was in a bit of a shocked state, seeing as she had never done anything like that before, not even on her own; she never had the chance and the Spirit was too bent on revenge to let her get to know her own body as she was growing up.]

[She takes her time as she tries to calm down, letting Lelouch hold her and touch her hair. Still, she can't help but feel that something is missing. That, maybe if he pleasured her, she should return the favor... He's done so much for her already, something like this would be small in comparison.]

[Keeping her head on his shoulder, she moved the back side of her hand down his inner thigh, to see if he wanted this as well. She ran fairly close to his length, barely brushing it with the tips of her fingernails.]

[Lelouch had no intention to mention his current predicament. But the moment Ryou started running her hand down his inner thigh, he shuddered. The moment she teased with her finger, he let out a harsh breath that he didn't even realize he was holding, his hand tightening against her hair, but not tight enough to pull.]

R-ryou...

[She doesn't say a word, but she does stop her hand from moving. Maybe... he didn't want this after all?]

[Feeling a tiny bit dejected, she pulls her hand away completely, cradling it closer to her own body. She also turns her head away on his shoulder. If he just only wants to hold her, that's okay too. Nothing wrong with that, after all.]

[No, no, no, Ryou, you weren't supposed to stop. He whines in the back of his throat as she pulls away because dammit that felt good.

But he can't bring himself to ask her to continue because if she wanted to stop, then he wasn't going to push her into it - nothing something she apparently didn't want to do.]

[Since she's so close to his throat, she can hear that soft whine and it makes her confused. She's not used to reading this kind of body language. She remembered that... guys usually like that kind of touch, so long as it wasn't hurting them. She lifted her head, to look him in the eyes, to try and see what he wanted, meanwhile tentatively reaching out her hand again.]

Do you... want...?

[His nod is jerky, hips jumping just slightly as she reaches for him again. His eyes are clouded by the combination of pleasure and lust, the want in his system.

He raises his eyes to look at her, silently asking for her to continue, but willing to understand if she doesn't.]

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