He made no answer. Instead his right hand fell down and unbuttoned her uniform shorts.
"Lelouch!"
Again, this did nothing to deter his progress. The rasp of her zipper greeted their welcoming ears. The sudden rush of air to her warm (forbidden) flesh was greeted with her own heat.
Wasting no time, his hands latched onto her shorts and underwear and shoved them downwards. They came to rest loosely at her ankles. If Kallen's face hadn't already been flushed from the intense heat, she would have turned the exact shade of her hair in response.
"Step out of them," He commanded her softly, his amethyst eyes staring at her flushed form hungrily.
He had meant to leave as soon as the hatch sealed shut, but the sight of his lover bent over the dashboard of the Guren, sweat dripping down her lower back, her clothes clinging to her like a needy infant…had been thêm than he could take. He had Mất tích from the very beginning. Typically he held such control (over everything). But when it came to Kallen Kouzuki…he was nearly spineless with desire for her company; and her body.
She obeyed (a bit thêm eagerly than she had intended), and kicked her shorts away.
Another zipper rasping open greeted their ears. His.
His body pressed against hers again, his hands latching onto her curved hips, "Spread your legs."
Swallowing, she widened her stance. She heard him groan his approval. And then-
Shoving trang chủ hard and true, he coaxed a high sigh of contentment from her lungs as he filled her passage; his mouth finding her pulse point simultaneously.
She fell forward, her hands stabilizing on the surface in front of her. Her back arched, her head falling phía trước, chuyển tiếp as he pushed and pulled her body to meet his thrusts.
Hard. Full. Deep. Demanding.
Their sweat continued to drift down their bodies (Lelouch's mainly soaking his Zero uniform) as they committed their sin.
Groans, moans, and sighs mixed to form a devilishly delicious melody inside the otherwise silent (except for bodies moving against one another) Knightmare.
"Kallen," He whispered against her ear, his teeth sinking down lightly onto the flesh he found there.
Her eyes rounded in excitement as he pushed her down further, one hand remaining on her hip, the other pressing her back down. Submission belonged to her. Domination belonged to him (for now).
Kallen's face rested against the keyboard, her nails scratching against the metal surface with an unforgiving screech.
She cried out, a rush of heat and tightening coils insider her stomach warning her that not only was it hot, but that it was about to get a lot hotter.
Responding without words, Lelouch leaned over her further, completely sealing her between his body and the machine, his technique delving deeper inside of her, hitting her where she needed it the most. Where he needed it the most.
Sparks and white consumed her sight as her breathing and tim, trái tim stopped for a moment, her pupils shrinking as everything inside of her snapped. Kallen shoved back against him as she came with a cry of his name, sweat and tears of completion falling down her cheeks.
Lelouch smirked in satisfaction as he continued to work inside her, keenly listening to her mewls of release.
Her added substance quickened his pace, urging him to fill her with his essence. And he did just that. With a growl and a final surge forward, he spilled himself inside. Mixing himself with her. Uniting them in thêm than camaraderie. thêm than appreciation. Something all too rare and too good to be true in times such a these.
