[Even with his inability to withstand the natural allure of a pureblood, Kaname is mildly surprised when he feels Lelouch relax in his arms, his head tilting back invitingly as his lips accept his.
His hand slides lower, one finger gliding down the side of his jawline in a feathery touch, trailing the smooth skin of his neck. The lips against his part slightly to catch his lower lip between them, his tongue just barely grazing it as he does.
His skin tastes salty, and he smells of soap and musk, a sharp and pungent scent, something that can usually be expected from human males. The blood flowing so close to his mouth rushes through his ears in an alluring sort of way, making him sigh against his lips.]