He leans in closer, so that his breath is warm against Lelouch's lips, the hand on his cheek moving so that his long fingers can loosely entangle themselves in the hair on the side of his face. His head tilting, he inclines his face toward him, aligning their lips, but just that. Instead of breaching the slight gap between their mouths, he takes that last step forward, their bodies brushing against one another.]
Games?
[Eyes flicker with a mesmeric glow as they shift from his mouth to meet his gaze. Dangerous or not, he is enjoying the expression he reads there, and the healthy blush that has risen to his face. It really has nothing to do with the fact that he has bewildered someone so strong and effectual, and more so to do with the fact that his interest in him has only seemed to grow. Rather than learn about this person through others, he's determined to hear it from his own mouth now.]
If I ever play games with you, you'll know it.
[His hand slips around his waist and he draws him closer, his lips now brushing against his.]