Death Note Anonymous Kink Meme

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Dispute, part 7

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Light ran the tip of his tongue in circles around the end of the tool, trying not to think about what he was doing- but then a thought struck him. If he was really about to go along with this- and it certainly seemed that way- then why was he acting so hesitant? If he had resigned himself, he ought to do things properly. That was the way he was, always had been. He was not one for half-measures. This decision having been cemented in his mind, he craned his neck and took the length of the pen into his mouth, running his tongue over it until it was coated all over with saliva, watching L’s face from the corner of his eye. He even bobbed his head backwards and forwards as if the pen were something else entirely- thanks to how thin it was, he was able to take in almost all of its length without difficulty.

L’s gaze on him was smouldering. He seemed entirely too aroused by the sight, his eyes half-open and intense, breathing audibly while he watched Light’s lips approach his fingertips as they slid upwards along the body of the pen. Their eyes met, and the look Light gave him was deliberately seductive, his mouth opening further and letting out a few soft moans to further the impression that it was not stationery he was sucking on.

All at once, L pulled his hand back and quickly, while the student’s lips were still parted, pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth- all he could reach, as the side of Light’s face was still pressed into the mattress. He shifted his other hand, which had up until then occupied itself with teasing the responsive skin around Light’s entrance, forwards to take hold of his erection once more. The reaction he received was even greater than before: Light bucked, and his gasp half-escaped him before he remembered to press his face into the bed below him. The fingers ought not to have felt so good, considering how bony they were and who they belonged to, but the pressure they exerted and the way they moved on him, consciously seeking out his most sensitive areas, were too much to ignore.

But then Light felt the cool wetness of the pen tracing his entrance, and he felt himself shudder. The plastic was hard and intrusive and no matter how lubricated it was there was no denying that it shouldn’t be there. It pushed further forwards, slipping an inch or so into him, and he had to bite down on the sheets in order to prevent himself from crying out. It did not hurt, but the sensation was utterly unfamiliar and bizarre, the plastic cold and unyielding inside him. He could feel his muscles tensing, trying to decide how to respond, and it looked as though L had noticed this too because his hand squeezed a little firmer around Light’s erection, obviously intending to encourage him to relax.

“Ryuza- Wha-” Light managed before L’s finger went to the tip of his erection and pressed downwards, producing yet another groan that died halfway between his throat and the mattress against his mouth. His head was swimming, partly from the blood that was building up rather uncomfortably in his upper body and partly from the unbelievably good things L was doing with his hands- his left one, anyway.

The pen pressed in further, advancing effortlessly inside Light’s body, and despite the clenching of his muscles he was unable to check its progress. It felt strange, the wetness of his saliva somehow accentuating the alien nature of the sensation, although distantly he realised that he ought to be glad for that. L’s hand compressed around him and slid down to his base, sending a wash of pleasure through him, and during this momentary loosening of the tension in Light’s body the pen at last pushed in until he could feel the fingers holding it against his skin.

“You see,” L said from somewhere behind him, “this works fine.”