[ but he doesn't have a lover. or at least, someone who would count as one.
vidar is curious about his scar, but he's not going to ask about it -- there are reasons why men carry such things, and vidar himself is a patchwork of scars beyond the angry ones covering his face. there are certain things that won't let go of you and vidar just happens to carry a few of them, too, and he recognizes that lelouch is like that, as well. poor thing.
he's gentle not to agitate anything. he lets lelouch touch him and squeeze his ass, because he's behaving, now, and vidar takes his hand down to map out his slim body, his lovely waist. he fumbles with his own trousers as he grinds against him eagerly, and takes both of their cocks and strokes them together. nice and slow, to start, though his cock is significantly bigger than lelouch's. ]
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vidar is curious about his scar, but he's not going to ask about it -- there are reasons why men carry such things, and vidar himself is a patchwork of scars beyond the angry ones covering his face. there are certain things that won't let go of you and vidar just happens to carry a few of them, too, and he recognizes that lelouch is like that, as well. poor thing.
he's gentle not to agitate anything. he lets lelouch touch him and squeeze his ass, because he's behaving, now, and vidar takes his hand down to map out his slim body, his lovely waist. he fumbles with his own trousers as he grinds against him eagerly, and takes both of their cocks and strokes them together. nice and slow, to start, though his cock is significantly bigger than lelouch's. ]