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 8

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Light was sorely tempted to call the reclusive detective every name he could think of, but he had severe doubts that he would be able to begin without ending the rant at the top of his voice. Before his struggling mind could come up with a suitably withering response, L had leaned over and was resting his weight on Light’s back once more, his hand shifting and the pen twisting inside the student in the process. Light gritted his teeth, trying to ignore the sensation and the pressure that L’s body was putting on his spine and his chest, but the presence of the object inside him, so unlike anything he had ever experienced, was taking over his body.

When the pen was pulled out of him slowly, only to be immediately forced back once more, a shiver went through him and he felt a moan leak out around the sheets that he was holding in his mouth. The plastic was already beginning to warm up, and given the narrow shape of the object his body had already become used to its presence. His mind, however, would take a little more convincing. He wriggled furiously where he lay, trying his hardest to convey at least a portion of his outrage, but L’s only response was to repeat the movement, this time applying even more force and angling the pen slightly differently.

Suddenly a shock went through Light’s limbs, a blinding hot flash of something that made him clench his muscles and release a choked gasp, and at the same time the hand on his erection at last began to move once more, toying along his length with two fingers before seizing it in a fist and pumping hard. The resulting waves of pleasure, crashing through Light’s body in such quick succession that he was left with no time to recover from the last before the next knocked the air from his lungs all over again, were so intense that he could feel his knees losing their strength. He knotted the sheets between his fingers and ground them between his teeth, and yet it was still not enough to keep silent, and he could hear his own muffled moans emanating as if from a long way away. He wondered dazedly, in between the relentless sweeps of ecstasy that served to numb his mind so severely, how it was possible for a simple handjob to feel so good- but he decided not to concern himself with this and instead to concentrate on the sensation.

Just then, he felt L move backwards off him at the same time as the hand releasing him abruptly. He opened his mouth, ready to unleash the collection of curses upon L, as well as his entire extended family, that had been seething away in Light’s mind for a long time- but much to his own surprise there came another burst of pleasure, and then another. He lifted his head and attempted to peer back over his shoulder in confusion, about to ask what the hell was going on, but before he could get the words out he had already understood.

This was not a simple handjob, and the pen was far from immobile inside him. Instead L was moving it insistently back and forth, precisely in time with the rhythm his hand had created on Light’s erection, and each time it moved forwards it sent another thrill into his body. Its size and the way that L had aligned its movements with the motions of his hand had meant that Light had not even noticed its presence, and had assumed that everything he felt was due to the ministrations to his erection. Logic, too, had been on his side- why on Earth would having a pen, that pen of all things, inserted into him make him feel good?

Yet the evidence was now undeniable: it did.

He managed to catch L’s eye, and infuriatingly the detective, now kneeling on the mattress behind him, merely smiled at him and continued to use the pen as if it were designed for something quite apart from writing. To look at his face one would think that he was reasonably calm, only a little out of breath, but Light saw that he had unzipped his jeans and was using the hand so recently removed from between Light’s legs to stroke his own arousal, his eyes boring into Light the whole time.