Lessons

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Title: Lessons
Author: snowdevil_crow
Pairing: CC x Lelouch
Rating: NC-17. Definitely.
Warnings: Sex, female-top, fingering.
Summary: Lelouch wakes up with a hard-on, and CC decides it's high time he learned something about girls.

This is probably the most explicit thing I've ever written. And it was for a kink meme. Yeah, I have no shame. :P As always, comments and concrit are welcomed. :D

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He couldn’t remember the dream — he rarely did anyway — but he could take a guess at its contents by the condition he found himself in when he woke to stare blankly at the unremarkable features of his ceiling in the dark. He was sweating and breathing heavily, and there was a pleasant, vaguely aching warmth between his legs.

For a moment he simply lay there, breathing deeply to slow his heartbeat. It was not an unknown situations — he could remember this happening a few times before, often in the night — and he knew how to take care of it. There was only one problem that kept him from dealing with it right now in a quick and orderly manner, as he did everything...

As if on cue, the warm body that lay next to him shifted a little, and he remembered all of a sudden just how little CC usually wore to bed. Tonight, for instance, he knew that she had opted to don one of his school shirts and little else. Ordinarily, her lack of modesty was of no concern to him, but in his present state... his mind called up vivid mental pictures of her lying next to him, wearing that shirt — half-buttoned at that — and gazing up at him with her mouth just barely open in surprise or desire, eyes half-lidded, a blush on her cheeks as she reached beneath the shirt to touch herself...

His cock throbbed and he shut his eyes, gritting his teeth to get the image out of his mind. He really needed to take care of this right away, but... well, it wasn’t like he could do it with her right next to him, and getting up to go to the bathroom might wake her and prompt her to ask embarrassing questions — she had an annoying habit of managing to do that at all the worst times.

Damn. She was far too close to him... holding his breath, he tried to manoeuver away very carefully, turning away from her and onto his side a little. The friction of the sheets against his crotch sent a tiny shock of pleasure through him, and his breath caught in a small grunt. He risked a quick glance over at her to make sure she hadn’t heard —

Two gold eyes stared back at him unblinkingly from where she’d laid her head against the pillow, fully awake.

A blush began to rise in his cheeks. “What?” he snapped hoarsely after a moment’s pause, then realized that she had no reason to suspect anything was amiss. She said nothing, and he turned away again to shift more fully onto his side, struggling to maintain his composure. He hoped she’d go back to sleep soon, and that if he lay there long enough without thinking of anything erotic it would eventually go away...

“That sounded like a pretty interesting dream you were having,” she said in her usual drawl, not even bothering to whisper.

Shit.

“Hm,” was all he could think of to say in reply.

A huff. “Gee, Lelouch, I’m not that stupid. I know all about the nighttime fantasies of teenage boys.”

Why did she have to twist it like that, phrase her words in just such a way that he felt young and inexperienced, a blundering fool in the face of her worldliness? He opened his mouth but could think of no response, so he turned away again, staring resolutely at the wall.

“... I don’t see how it’s any of your business,” he said at last, trying to retain some semblance of dignity. It was, after all, a natural enough occurrence — he had no reason to be embarrassed by her witnessing him. None at all. It was no different from him walking in on her changing... his mind’s eye was suddenly filled with images of her in varying stages of undress, and his cock throbbed again in response. He gritted his teeth, tried to force the images from his mind —

He jumped at the feel of two slender arms winding around his waist.

“Actually,” said CC’s voice in his ear — when had she moved that close to him again, already? — sounding somewhat amused, “It seems like you’re the one who doesn’t know much about this.”

He swallowed. “It doesn’t matter...” he trailed off as she began rubbing her hands against his upper body, feeling his nipple with one as the other ventured lower. It was... strangely pleasurable, though he could not have before guessed it to be. He opened his mouth again, either to ask what she was doing or tell her to stop. But her other hand dipped lower still, felt along his clothed erection almost curiously, and the words were lost in a sharp intake of breath.

As she felt along it, he managed to open his eyes — when had he closed them? — and spoke rather unevenly: “Ah... CC, could you — stop that — ” She clutched his cock suddenly in such a way that he actually jerked at her touch. That, of all things, prompted him to action.

Summoning his willpower and what little physical strength he had, he took hold of her wrists and firmly pushed the hands away, and then turned over in one fast motion to face her.

She pulled back from him easily enough, and smirked as he struggled to find words.

“Could I be right, then?” she wondered out loud before he could manage to speak. “You really are a virgin? That’s almost hard to believe, given your lady-killer tendencies...”

“CC,” he snapped, cheeks stained a deep red, “This is really none of your business, could you at least have the decency to — ”

“Decency?” she repeated, arching her eyebrows and raising herself to a sitting position. “Decency to do what, be quiet and watch politely as you jack yourself off? That’s hardly something to do in a lady’s presence.”

“I meant, maybe give me some privacy — ”

She laughed quietly. “Privacy? Lelouch, you can really be so silly sometimes.”

“... silly?”

“You have a wonderful opportunity here. Use it.”

He stared at her in confusion. Opportunity? What is she talking about?

Seeing his bemusement, she raised her eyebrows even higher. “Lelouch... only you could be clueless enough to not know what to do when in an aroused state next to a half-naked woman in your own bed,” she said, leaning forward a little to give him a full view of her cleavage. Her shirt — or, rather, his shirt — really was only half-buttoned, he noted.

“Ah... that...” Comprehension was dawning on him, slowly but surely. “CC, that’s not really appropriate...” And yet, he couldn’t stop staring at her chest. His mind’s eye was already skipping forward to show him several different and quite interesting outcomes in the near future based on different courses of action, and even the knowledge that he needed all the sleep and rest he could get in order to function properly, and that Nunally and Sayoko were both sleeping relatively close by and could wake at any moment could not stop him from wondering...

She leaned down to whisper in his ear, hair falling like a soft, obscuring curtain against his cheek.

“Lelouch,” she breathed. “Whatever or whoever else you may be, you’re a teenage boy. Is it so wrong to give into yourself and act like one every once in awhile?” She took his hand as she said this, and rubbed it against her breast so that he could feel the softness of her flesh and the way her nipple hardened.

He swallowed again, and reminded himself that Nunally was a heavy sleeper. “... maybe not,” he ceded, and almost as if she had been waiting for this confirmation CC reached for him, shrugging away his arm as she did so.

Her hands drifted down his stomach again, tugged at the waistband to his pyjama pants. He obediently lifted his hips so that she could pull them down, and hissed as they tugged over his erection. She paused to cast an amused glance at his choice of underwear, ran two fingers across it.

“Wow, you are hard,” she said teasingly, rubbing at a small wet spot on his underwear. He held back a moan, and she tilted her head on one side, taking in his flushed and panting state.

“I wonder, Lelouch...” she said quietly, almost to herself, as she hooked her fingers into his underwear and began dragging it down slowly, “does wearing woman’s underwear get you off, or something?”

“What? — No!” he almost yelped, “That’s just — ”

“Kinky?” she finished for him as she pulled his erection free. He shut his eyes and jerked forward just a little as she rubbed against the tip, where pre-cum was already gathering and leaking out.

“Probably, though,” she continued, “This is just because you’ve never actually had anyone touch you this way, much less a pretty woman.”

He made a sort of “nngh” sound in the back of his throat that might have been agreement as she moved away from the tip and curled her hand around the whole of his erection, squeezing slightly.

“No, you’ve only ever been touched by yourself, right, Lelouch?” she said almost mockingly very close to his ear, and pulled her hand down his cock in a slow pump. He groaned lowly in response and he felt the huff of breathy laughter against his cheek.

“I wonder,” she continued, musing, as she pumped again, and again, quickening the pace and making his hips shudder and jerk with the movement. “Who exactly do you think about when you touch yourself? What sort of people do you get hard for...?”

“A-ah... no one in... particular,” he managed to get out, eyes still shut. How close was it to morning? How long was she going to keep doing this? He wasn’t sure that he could hold out much longer...

“No one?” Her hand stilled. “Oh, that’s not very nice. I’m sure that Shirley girl, for instance, often thinks of you — Kallen, too, probably. Maybe even that crazy student council president you’re always complaining about. It’s not fair that you never even imagine them feeling themselves up, thinking about you and how much they want you...”

And he could see them in his mind’s eye, reaching under their skirts and rubbing, and blushing, and looking at him coyly as they did so — and it made him flush to be feeling so aroused at the thought of it. He shouldn’t think about friends like that.

Why had she removed her hand? He panted, pushed up with his hips, wanting those hands to return. There was a rustle of clothing, movement, and he thought to open his eyes in order to see —

The slightest of touches on his inner thigh, soft and wet, and then all of a sudden his cock was encased in warm wetness.

He flopped back on his sheets, shutting his eyes and sighing deeply. It was an entirely different feeling from her hand, and when she moved, taking him in further and swallowing, her tongue brushing against the underside, he couldn’t hold back a low, deep moan.

“Ah... CC...”

She made a sound in the back of her throat — probably the beginnings of a laugh — and pulled back a little, moved forward, and swallowed again. His hands clenched and unclenched in the sheets beside him, and his breath was ragged and uneven, and she didn’t stop. Forward and back, forward and back, like she had with her hand but this time it was her mouth and lips, and when she moved her tongue, swirled it across and around the head — he came hard with a small cry, bucking forward with his hips.

She went still, though he hardly noticed it in the intensity of his orgasm, and when he came down from his high, breathing loudly and staring vaguely at the ceiling, she was already sitting up.

“Well,” she said a little coldly. “That wasn’t very polite of you, was it?”

He stared at her blearily, wondering how on earth she could be talking about politeness when she’d just given him the best — alright, only — blowjob he’d ever experienced.

“Lelouch,” she said, tapping him lightly on the chest with one finger, “A gentleman always warns a lady when he’s about to come. It’s simply good manners.”

A lady sucking a gentleman off? he thought, propping himself up on his elbows, but all he said was, “... oh.”

She did not look impressed. “Yes. Oh.”

She leaned forward again, almost pushing her chest into his face as she spoke in his ear, “And you know what? I think it’s time I taught you those manners.”

He swallowed. Her breasts were very distracting. “Ah, CC... we’ve done enough for tonight, don’t you think...?” he said weakly.

“‘We’? Don’t you mean me? I’ve done all the work. Don’t you think I deserve some pleasure?”

Oh, hell.

In the dim light filtering in through his curtains from the street outside, he could just barely make out the silhouette of her body as she moved. He could see the whiteness of her arms and hands and thighs as she trailed one hand up to the junction of her legs and slipped it under her clothing, such as it was, the other reaching to begin slowly unbuttoning the shirt.

Her head fell back a little, and she let out a sigh as she shrugged the shirt off so that it was just hanging at her shoulders and began to rub. Doesn’t she feel any shame at all? he thought, wonderingly, staring first at her bare chest and then at her fingers, moving beneath the fabric of her panties. Then he thought, of course not, she’s CC after all.

The sight of her pleasuring herself not a foot away from his face was making him hard again, and he shifted awkwardly, wondering if he should be pulling his pyjama pants back up or throwing them off completely. Would she care if he started masturbating as well? Probably not, but then, he felt sure that he himself would... nevertheless, he reached down to touch himself experimentally, swallowing nervously.

She opened her eyes at the sound of his movement and gazed lazily at him as she moved her fingers inside herself, rocking back and forth slowly.

“I’m glad to see that I’m getting such a reaction from you,” she said drily, eyes drifting down to his growing erection — he snatched his hand away, blushing furiously — and damn her, how could she sound so nonchalant in such a position? — “But this really wasn’t just for your benefit.”

He looked away, embarrassed. “Well... then, what are you trying to do — hey!”

She had grabbed his hand and moved it to her chest, rubbing it against her breast as she had done before — only now, there was nothing between her bare flesh and his. His thumb rubbed against the nub of her nipple, and he felt himself getting harder.

All of a sudden she moved again, pulling his head up with both hands (one slick against his cheek, and it only took him a moment to understand why) so that his face was about level with hers, and before he could ask what she wanted now, she kissed him.

He had an instant of absolute shock, and then her tongue was in his mouth and he could taste a strangely familiar musky scent — me, he realized, I’m tasting my... and he tried not to think about it, because it was making him feel both incredibly embarrassed and incredibly aroused. He kissed back, hesitantly, not entirely sure of what he was supposed to do, and she pulled away just as suddenly.

“There are better things you could be doing with your mouth,” she said curtly, pushing him down to her chest. When he didn’t move, she grabbed him by the hair and moved him to the side so that his face was against her breast. As he finally understood what she wanted from him and opened his mouth to lick hesitantly, her hands moved down his body, one slipping back between her own legs again.

As he licked and sucked on her breast, hoping he wasn’t doing something terribly wrong, she stroked him into full hardness. He moaned around her nipple, and he felt a shudder go through her — of laughter? Or something else? —

“Lelouch,” she said from above him, breath hitching only a little. “You have some practise ahead of you before you’re any good at treating a lady properly.”

He pulled back, gaze lowered in humiliation. Was he doing it wrong?

“You’re not bad once you understand what’s asked of you,” she reassured him, sounding deeply amused. “But a man should take the lead, you know?”

Take the lead? But I — I can’t just — she’s the one that started this! He couldn’t bring himself to look at her. Unfortunately, this meant that her crotch — clothed still, thank goodness, and the hand beneath the panties seemed to have gone still — was directly in his line of vision.

She appeared to have noticed. She wiggled her fingers a little, pushed forward with her hips, and then removed them, shining and wet.

“Unless, of course,” she said, sounding like she’d just thought of what she considered to be a very fun idea, “You’d prefer to just take it.”

She pushed him back down on the bed and leaned over so that she was straddling him. He stared up at her, still blushing and she smiled — a real smile, not a smirk. That was unexpected.

“Geez, Lelouch. You can be so cute when you’re surprised...” She removed her hands from where she’d used them to pin his arms down, tugged at the waistband of her panties.

“Here,” she said as she pulled them down to reveal dark green curls. “Touch me.”

His eyes widened. “What — ”

She leaned forward again, hair brushing against his cheeks. “You heard me. Touch me.”

Hesitantly, face flaming with embarrassment, he raised one hand and rested it awkwardly on her hip. She wiggled a little, impatiently.

“Hurry up,” she ordered, “Or we’re just not going to continue at all.” She ran a hand teasingly along his erection as she did this, and he shuddered.

Alright — fine, fine, he thought almost moodily, and managed to move his fingers so that they rested on the damp curls between her legs.

Her hand stroked up the back of his thigh, settled behind his cock. She was waiting for him to move, so he did, pushing into that unfamiliar territory and exploring it with mingled terror and fascination.

She let out a sigh and closed her eyes, and he was just congratulating himself for this victory when one of her still-slick fingers pushed into him.

He yelped and jerked at the unexpected intrusion, and she shushed him. “You’ll wake your sister and the maid,” she told him. “... but then, I wouldn’t be surprised if that got you off or something...”

“Gah... CC,” he choked out in a loud whisper, squirming beneath her as she pushed her finger in more, helped by the slip-slide of her own fluids. “Uhn... fuck...”

“Be quiet,” she said mildly. “Anyway, I thought you’d enjoy this? Acting so helpless and pathetic like that... you were practically begging for it.”

“N-no... I wasn’t...” he said weakly as her other hand began stroking his erection again and the finger in him wiggled a little, his hips shuddering and jerking with the combined sensations. He had to admit, apart from the initial surprise it didn’t really feel all that unpleasant. Maybe even... a little arousing. He wondered how far up it could go.

“Look,” she said, adding another finger and beginning to move the both of them up and down, going higher each time. “If you’re not going to do anything for me...”

He realized that he’d stopped moving his fingers once hers had entered him. He tried to shift on the bed, opened his mouth to maybe apologize — a slide of her fingers and she hit a spot deep within him that sent a shiver of pleasure through his body, and all he said was, “A-aaahhn...”

She pulled his hand away from her crotch and set it almost daintily on the sheets beside them. She moved again, seemed to be positioning herself — he’d shut his eyes again at that strange shock of pleasure and was just beginning to open them once more — and she lowered herself onto his cock, carefully and slowly.

He waited as she settled herself around him, almost whimpering with pleasure at the feel of her warmth and tightness encasing him fully. Her fingers moved in him again, touched against that spot — he bucked forward, was mildly surprised when she moved with him, and went still again, trembling.

He couldn’t see her, he could barely even think through the haze of pleasure, but he knew she was rolling her eyes.

“Silly,” she said, sounding remarkably composed for someone with a cock up her vagina and two fingers up someone else’s ass. “You’re really inexperienced at this, you know that?”

If he’d been in a normal state of mind he would have said “Well, of course I am! Until now, all the experience I’ve had was kissing Shirley once in the rain!” As he was now, though, all he managed was a vague movement of his head and a low hum of agreement.

Her inner muscles clenched around him, her hips ground forward, and he gasped at the presssure.

“Like this,” she said, sounding only a little breathless, and ground forward again, muscles clenching and unclenching, and this time she moved her fingers in him too, and he couldn’t stop himself from saying, “Oh, fuck,” out loud in a strained voice.

A hand around the back of his neck and hair against his cheeks, and she was kissing him to keep him quiet as she moved, beginning to set up a kind of rhythm. Again, and again, and he was glad that she was holding him still and keeping him quiet because he was managing to do nothing more than writhe on the blankets and rock with her, and make little inarticulate sounds of pleasure against her mouth.

With his eyes shut tight and his heartbeat racing in his ears, his perception of the world was narrowed to three senses. Smell, taste and touch.

Smell. The scent of her sweat, her body, so close to him... Taste — his was still on her tongue, musky and still oddly familiar, mixed with her own.

Feel. Her hand on the back of his head, her lips on his, her hips rocking forward, her muscles clenching and unclenching around his cock, her fingers brushing against that spot deep inside him —

He pulled back from her when he came, mouth open in a wordless, soundless gasp of pleasure. If she was laughing at him again he didn’t care. He could hardly breathe with the force of it, much less think or worry.

And then it was over, and she was removing her fingers and pulling away from him — she must have come as well, he realized dimly — and he was lying on his bed, staring at his boring ceiling and gasping like he’d just run a marathon.

“You really need to get in shape,” said CC after awhile, sounding perfectly composed. He manage to turn his head to look at her. She was staring at the ceiling, like he had been a moment ago, and there was only the faintest of flushes in her cheeks to prove she’d exerted any energy at all.

He couldn’t really think of anything to say to that. “... It’s almost dawn,” he noted at last, between gasps of air.

He heard her shift to look at him. “Yes. A very good observation.”

A beat.

“If you want,” she said, “We could try this again — several times, in fact. To build up your stamina — ”

“No!” It was nearly a sob.

A huff of almost-laughter. “Alright then. Suit yourself.”

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