Death Note Anonymous Kink Meme

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* Comment anonymously with a kinkfic request. All requests must contain a character or pairing/threesome/moresome (any combination of guys/girls/shinigami/whatever are OK, crossovers are fine too), and at least one kink. If you need inspiration, check out this huge list of kinks by eliade.

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Dispute, part 5

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L did not hesitate to push his face further forwards, closing his lips around the head of Light’s erection, and the fist in the older man’s hair at once constricted until it was painful enough for L to pull back a little and grunt in protest. The sound hummed through his mouth and straight into Light’s skin, and the student found it very hard indeed not to grip still harder and yank L’s head closer to him, because the feeling was unbelievably good. The inside of L’s mouth was incredibly hot, considering how cool most of his skin was, and the way his tongue slid forwards against him and his lips tightened as he began to suck made Light wonder if he really was as inexperienced as he had appeared. He was bobbing his head a little, taking in more of Light’s length with each shift, and every time he moved the student felt another flash of ecstasy go through him. L’s tongue was constantly darting back and forth, seeking out and lapping against his most sensitive areas, and Light let his head fall back, a groan escaping him.

When the detective suddenly pulled his face backwards and stood up, Light wanted to kill him more badly than he had ever done before. “What-?” he managed, disliking the breathlessness of his voice and the way he was gaping up at L but entirely unable to do anything about it.

L placed a hand on his chest- not exactly where Light wanted it to be just then- and pushed him roughly. The younger man, surprised by the sudden force on his ribs, allowed himself to fall onto his back, and L at once crawled up onto the bed with him.

Light glared up at the man with all the confusion and rage of the sexually frustrated. “Care to explain that?” he said, voice dripping with sarcasm- along with other things.

“Certainly,” L said, tugging sharply at Light’s pants and underwear until they rested somewhere around his knees. “I simply realised,” and his hands seized Light’s hips and twisted abruptly, turning the student over onto his front, “that this activity is likely to become a good deal noisier. It wouldn’t do for your family to hear you.”

Indeed it would not do, but Light was still far from comfortable with his current position. He felt extremely vulnerable, not to mention submissive. “And this is supposed to help how?”

L pulled Light’s hips upwards until the younger man was supporting his weight on his bent knees, his head and shoulders resting on the mattress. “I had intended that you stifle your sounds in the sheets.”

A wave of anger went through Light’s head, so intense that he could hardly think. How dare he? This was completely humiliating- L was talking as if Light would give in to everything that was happening to him, and that he would like it, would need help in keeping his own family from hearing it. Light clenched his fists and began to push himself up off the mattress, fully intending to beat L into a sticky pulp- but all of a sudden he felt the full weight of the older man on his back, pinning him down.

“Please stay still,” L said, his voice harsh and hot in Light’s ear, and all of a sudden there was a hand stroking his thigh ever so softly, long fingers moving in circles over newly bared skin.

It felt annoyingly good.

“You’re a bastard,” Light growled, doing his best to ignore the cold hand shifting up his leg, brushing teasingly against sensitive skin only to press fingernails deeply into his flesh.

“I am sorry you feel that way,” L replied, but he didn’t sound sorry and his fingers did not hesitate.

As the hand at last completed its journey up Light’s thigh, moving in between his legs to cup him gently and making him gasp at the icy touch, he felt L’s body shift on top of him, and the arm that had been resting on the bed in the corner of his vision vanished from his sight. Light strained his ears, doing his best to work out what was happening from the rustling sounds that reached his ears and whichever of L’s movements he could feel, but it was just so difficult to concentrate when there was a hand there- right there- massaging him delicately, sliding up to trail caresses along his erection, pressing firmly at the tip.