[ Fortunately, Gino is up to the task. Something about sleeping in a room that isn't his, or the fact that it's with a body next to him (rare, these days) or maybe just because he's still in almost his entire full uniform, who knows, but something jars him awake with a little mumble of surprise. He hasn't moved much either, face still tucked into Lelouch's collarbone, arm wrapped snugly around him. The only thing that's moved are his legs, as sprawled as they could get in what space he had to move them, as is often his custom. There's a lot of leg, ok. They gotta roam free.
His head turns a little to peer over his shoulder, taking in the room and then plants right back against Lelouch's neck, unprepared and unwilling to get up just yet. He expects Lelouch to be awake and to say something, but he doesn't, and after listening to his breathing for a moment it becomes clear why. Gosh, Sleeping Beauty, why so lazy??? He'd roll his eyes if it were anyone else, prissy royal pets doing as they please and not giving a fuck, but as it is, his prissy royal pet gets a free pass. And what's more, he's pretty happy with this arrangement, so it's just as well.
Without really meaning to, he takes in the scent of Lelouch's skin, noting that the lily smell from the detergent is on him, too. Or maybe that's just what he smells like naturally, it's hard to say. If he holds his breath and stays still he can almost feel Lelouch's pulse thudding against the tip of his nose and smiles a little, moving to press his lips there, instead. And then a little lower, and then a little more to the left, and then against his throat, and then just a tiny bit lower than that, mouthing gently and winding up sucking ever so lightly at his skin. Just here and there, wherever strikes his fancy. Not even much more than butterfly kisses.
At least not until he loses track of his self-control and forgets to move elsewhere, stuck to one spot and working at it long enough that a small red mark begins to form. ]
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His head turns a little to peer over his shoulder, taking in the room and then plants right back against Lelouch's neck, unprepared and unwilling to get up just yet. He expects Lelouch to be awake and to say something, but he doesn't, and after listening to his breathing for a moment it becomes clear why. Gosh, Sleeping Beauty, why so lazy??? He'd roll his eyes if it were anyone else, prissy royal pets doing as they please and not giving a fuck, but as it is, his prissy royal pet gets a free pass. And what's more, he's pretty happy with this arrangement, so it's just as well.
Without really meaning to, he takes in the scent of Lelouch's skin, noting that the lily smell from the detergent is on him, too. Or maybe that's just what he smells like naturally, it's hard to say. If he holds his breath and stays still he can almost feel Lelouch's pulse thudding against the tip of his nose and smiles a little, moving to press his lips there, instead. And then a little lower, and then a little more to the left, and then against his throat, and then just a tiny bit lower than that, mouthing gently and winding up sucking ever so lightly at his skin. Just here and there, wherever strikes his fancy. Not even much more than butterfly kisses.
At least not until he loses track of his self-control and forgets to move elsewhere, stuck to one spot and working at it long enough that a small red mark begins to form. ]