“I think I would rather deal with them instead of being randomly smelled all the time…” Lelouch mumbled to himself, his eyes firmly looked onto the wall rather than on the knight. He was being much to forward for the prince. He wasn’t at all used to such advances like this and had little idea how to react to them either, outside of the actions he had read about in some of those terrible romance books Nunnally had gotten him to read to her in the past, and those were hardly the best source of information.
Suzaku chuckled and pulled his head back, resting it against the pillows. Lelouch made himself much too easy too tease sometimes, he really did. It was very tempting to continue, but he’d be concerned if the raven-haired emperor ended up fainting on him. Instead, he shook his head and smiled. “I’m sorry for getting you so worked up, Sire.”
It was was difficult to tell if he was genuinely sorry or not, as it was fairly clear he enjoyed the reactions. Still, he decided it was best to just behave. It’d be a problem if he was banned from seeing or touching the other, after all. “I didn’t think you’d get this flustered. I do apologise.”
“Yes, I’m sure you are…” Lelouch spoke somewhat sceptically. It was obvious to him that Suzaku was enjoying his reactions perhaps a little too much for his own good. It concerned the prince sometimes just how much the knight enjoyed it, and how skilled he was at making him flustered…
“I am not flustered. I am simply… At a loss for words.” The raven spoke very mater-of-factly about it. Though it seemed as if he was trying to convince himself more than anyone else at this stage. It bothered him sometimes how much of an effect Suzaku had on him. There were very few people in the world that could generate such a reaction from Lelouch, and he couldn’t help but wonder how Suzaku had managed to worm his way into that select catagory.