And yet, despite the sinking feeling of bitterness in his chest, Rolo couldn't tear himself away from Lelouch. Even though he knew he was being toyed with, he just couldn't break this contact that felt both horrible and more fulfilling than anything Rolo had ever experienced.
He sighed softly as Lelouch's mouth moved against his own every so slowly, lips pressing, sucking, carressing. Lelouch then leaned back to change the angle of his mouth, and ran his tongue over Rolo's bottom lip teasingly. The small sounds that escaped Rolo's swollen lips made Lelouch grin slightly in satisfaction.
When Lelouch's tongue slid into Rolo's mouth finally, Rolo tried to suck in a startled breath through his mouth, almost chocking. Lelouch pulled back and stroked his hair almost affectionately, as if comforting a child; "You have to breathe through your nose, Rolo." he whispered, and gave it another try.
Rolo tried to breathe through his nose as deeply as he could, yet still found himself breathless and nervous. Yet he tried his best not to lose the wonderful feeling of Lelouch's tongue stroking, nudging his own, all warmth and slickness and very, very intimate.