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[ Bothering his Prince is one of his ritualistic habits, but never so early in the morning. That's typically because Gino isn't up so early in the morning, if he can help it. He's a late sleeper by nature, even if his upbringing and his duties have never really enabled him to do much of it. That's not to say he's not a morning person—he just prefers to sleep in like a fatass if he has a choice.

Not today, though. He's been at work thanks to a fire breakout in the Knightmare Frame hangar, where he played amateur fireman and got a wicked little scald on the heel of his hand after the fact for leaning up against the heated metal of the Tristan. Anybody could have warned him not to do that, but nobody did (because nobody thought he'd be dumb enough to need it). In all, though, no real damage was done, but all the Frames needed to be taken out for flight inspection, just to be sure.

By the time he gets back from that late night escapade it's five in the morning and he fully intends to give Lelouch his report, as is standard procedure—informally, of course, by going to his room to tell him all about it, in great detail, using all his excellent skills as a storyteller, rather than his poor ones as a debriefer. He doesn't bother to knock, he just tries the knob and lets himself in, sweeping his cape out of his way as he closes the door behind him.

It takes him about half a second to realize that Lelouch isn't up yet (how odd), but that doesn't stop him from clapping his hands (ouch, forgot about the burn) and whistling under his breath. ]

Lelouuuuuch, wake up! Don't you know it isn't proper to sleep later than your subordinates?!

[ That's a good joke. He's been up since 2 in the morning. ]

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[ He makes a small hissing sound, in spite of himself, but bites back the urge to wince. He's Tough, he can take it. ]

Oh—yeah. The fire burned between Tristan and Mordred, and it was traveling toward Percival. [ Frankly Percival should've burned. ] I think the... lift machine they use to perform maintenance to the upper portion was what malfunctioned.

[His eyes narrow faintly, but he says nothing. His dissatisfaction is clear enough.]

I see. I take it, however, that only minor repairs will be needed.

We took all the frames in the hangar out for test runs and proper inspection... all they really need is a little polish. Nothing to worry about.

Good. It wouldn't do to have them compromised. As for our maintenance crews...

[Well, he stops there at least, and simply continues on with his work. He doesn't need to state his thoughts explicitly; his high standards are already gaining him a bit of a reputation. Not one quite as hard-nosed as Cornelia, but not much more forgiving.]

[ A good-natured roll of his eyes, something he could never get away with while serving his previous tight-ass. He leaves his arm extended and slumps forward on the bed, crouched down beside it and letting his head drop into the expansive, luxurious sheets with a soft whump.

... sniff. ]

Smells like lilies. New soap?

I believe so, yes.

[Gino can have the chance to make himself a little more comfortable, at least, because Lelouch releases his hand shortly after that, leaning towards his nightstand drawer for a moist towelette to wipe his fingers off with. Of course, the scoot just drags his blankets down further, and the glimpse of hipbones makes it clear how much he's lacking in clothing right now.]

Nice.

[ Snuffling into the blankets. His hand drops against a nearby pillow and it's only after that that he opens his eyes again, looking to see what he's reaching for, and getting just a little more of an eyeful than he was really planning on. His eyebrows raise but that's about all the reaction there is. ]

I wish they would use that stuff on my sheets, it always just smells like starch and lemon, bleh.

I'm sure you could request it.

[He shouldn't be too surprised when he tosses the towelette in the trash and turns back to find his knight looking right back at him. The tiniest bit of heat creeps to his cheeks, but he neither says nor does anything about it. It's rare that Lelouch can entirely shake the feeling of being exposed around another person, but it's rarely an unpleasant sensation around the blond.

After all, what does he really have left to hide from him?]

[ There isn't much, and that's mostly why Gino doesn't overreact. Of course, it's been a long time since he's really seen Lelouch in a compromising sort of way, but even still, there's just a natural ease between them by now that he doesn't really think twice about.

He starts to get up, wincing in earnest as he stretches because being crouched forever sucks. ]

Maybe. Scoot over.

[ casually invades his bed ]

As if there isn't already plenty of space?

[At the very least, he pulls the sheets back actually rather invitingly, and he's showing some thigh now. Whatever, it's still nothing new.]

[ Ah, under the sheets, even better. He makes at least some half-hearted attempt at not peeking at that lovely flash of skin (which he knows has got to be warm and way soft), extricating himself from his uniform jacket and sliding onto the bed. Naturally, he takes up a good chunk of it, but there wasn't really a need for Lelouch to move over at all. Especially not since he doesn't mind being close to him at all.

Quite the contrary. ]

Ughhhh. Too comfy! I'm exhausted, good night.

[ Mashing his head into a pillow. He actually is incredibly exhausted, what with having been up since two in the morning and fighting a fire all night, but still. Didn't come here to sleep. ]

[Be that as it may, Lelouch still attempts to tug that blanket over the two of them as best he can—his legs are really long and really far away, okay—scooting upward as he does. In spite of the intuitive way to stagger their height difference, he's inclined to press his face into those golden tufts instead, arm slung about his broad shoulders, the other's face tucked against his collarbone. Gino's hair smells of his shampoo, and even more faintly of what he assumes smoke from earlier. It's only moderately jarring, however, because the more he quietly breathes it in, the less he smells it and the more relaxed he gets.]

[ He's stiff, at first—not stiff like resistant or embarrassed, stiff like his muscles are sore, like work has been tough—but he inhales quietly and nuzzles right in, draping an arm around Lelouch's middle and hugging him close. From there it's mere moments before the tension starts to leave him, although that may very well be because he is so tired, and this is so comfortable, and Lelouch is so—Lelouch, it puts him close to the edge of sleep faster than it really should.

He starts to mumble something just to get a conversation going so he doesn't knock out right off the bat, but it comes out as a half-formed nnrr, and that's all she wrote. He passes the fuck out in what has to be record timing. ]

[With the warmth radiating through the other man's clothing, it's really quite difficult for him to stay awake even if he had wanted to. Which he doesn't, particularly, not fighting the way he drifts right back off with relative ease shortly after him. He doesn't budge from his position, either, not even by the time crisp, cool dawn light starts seeping past the gap in his blinds and, theoretically, it becomes a reasonable enough hour for him to wake up and stay awake.

Except he must not want to, because he just simply doesn't. It might have to be up to Gino, yet again.]

[ 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. ]

[The sensation registers distantly to his brain, filtering their way in to his dreams, whatever amorphous thing they may be. It's pleasant, is all he's very, very distantly aware of. And when that sucking goes a step too far any faint noises he's been making in his sleep get shown up by the sweet, sudden keen that works its way out of his mouth, and in turn, actually wakes him up with a bit of a start, eyes popping open with a gasp.]

... a-ah?

[ That sound is enough to distract him from his idle attentions, pulling his mouth away and looking up with round eyes as if he wasn't doing anything at all but laying there. The evidence speaks for itself, he can see it out of the corner of his eye, but he's a little more interested than the audio feedback at the moment. ]

Oh, you woke up.

Was... that you? Were you doing something to my neck just now?

[In spite of his wide gaze, his brain is only functioning as well as it would be normally after waking up, and clearly has some catching up to do. Clearly. Because he's just said the words as he realizes what he's asking, and of course, of course he was, he was feeling it just moments ago. It wasn't a dream after all.

Even so, his eyes only widen further when he reaches up instinctually and meets spit-slick skin that aches oh so gently under the pressure of a touch. He jerks his hand back in surprise, and just. Stares.

Help him, Gino. He can't process this on his own yet.]

[ Huh, so he noticed. His eyebrows shoot up with interest (not surprise), and then back down again, thinking for a split second I'm gonna keep a straight face and immediately breaking into a sly little grin the second he thinks it. There's your answer.

Leaning forward again, he presses his lips against the soft dip of Lelouch's neck, not far from the mark he left. ]

Hah... is that all it takes to get into your dreams?

[For all Gino's trouble, he's just going to get a hand planted on his forehead trying to shove him away. Maybe if he'd kept his mouth shut, at least proverbially. Maybe not literally. He could have gotten away with it. But now?]

Gino, please, of all the things-!

[ Pushing on Gino pretty much has a 98% success rate, if you're trying to get him to cling to you even more. Because that's what he does, going from casually draped to snapping to him, curling one of Lelouch's for extra leverage. Do you think this is a game. Because he does. Being pushed is always a game. ]

Whaaaaat, you're the one that said it! I wasn't doing anything, just being affectionate.

You were giving me hickies in my sleep! That's more than just being affectionate.

[He gives a cursory squirm, not really fighting it but determined to at least make himself comfortable. Lelouch already knows he can't fight it, so he might as well just try and make it simply bearable instead. As long as he's not nibbling or making stupid fluster-inducing comments like that, he has few complaints.]

Okay, I'll give you that one. I got carried away. But that was definitely not my plan, so you can't get upset about it.

[ He does nuzzle into his collarbone a little, but that and the deathgrip bear hug are all seems to be inclined to torture him with. For now.

Looking up. ]

Besides, it's just an itty bitty one. You can hardly even see it.

It's not as if visibility is much of a concern when I wear high collars the majority of the time. That isn't the problem.

[With that, he stops squirming, deciding he might as well sacrifice a little dignity for direct physical comfort. After all if he were more in the mood, he might have quite enjoyed the contact. Gino's hugs are generally overbearing, but they're also quite satisfying when the moment is right. Which, needless to say, it is currently not the right moment.]

Warn me next time, at the very least.

And interrupt your lovely dreams? That's pretty rude, don't you think? It's no wonder you're so cranky.

[ He is fully intent on nuzzling that right out of him, giving the peak of his shoulder an inobtrusive peck, the de-gloved hand around him loosening up on its death cling in favor of rubbing his back in a placating sort of way. ]

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