Welcome to the Death Note Anonymous Kink Meme!
How it works:
* 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
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Finally completing the job, L looked up and met Mello’s eyes. Holding the gaze, he slowly drew in a breath - and then suddenly smirked wickedly and reached up to remove the candy from his mouth, leaving his lips sticky and stained pink. He licked them leisurely, maintaining eye contact all the while, before slowly and deliberately wrapping his tongue around the confectionary and dragging it back into his mouth.
It was too much.
Mello pounced.
Seizing L’s shoulders, he pushed the man over onto his back, yanked the candy away and replaced it with his tongue. The kiss was hard and hungry, teeth clashing as he sought to possess L’s mouth - and the detective came alive beneath him, the attack having sparked his own aggression; he fisted his hand into Mello’s hair and sucked Mello’s tongue deeper into his mouth. The blond let out a sound somewhere between a growl and a moan, his free hand dragging fingernails down L’s shirt front and making his body arch provocatively upwards.
The older man broke away from the kiss to draw a hasty breath as Mello’s fingers found the hem of his shirt and darted beneath it, seeking out the warmth of papery skin and the firmness of small neat nipples; obviously sensing his disadvantage, L sank his teeth into the younger man’s neck and sucked hard. It hurt, the bite far from playful, but Mello was shuddering and gasping all the same, his arousal beginning to strain uncomfortably where it was trapped inside his clothing. Hastily, he unbuckled his belt and yanked his pants open, easing the pressure, but without stopping to undress any further he slipped his hand down the bared slope of L’s stomach and between the other man’s legs, rubbing the hardness visible through the rough jeans until he felt the teeth in his shoulder clench still further as L groaned.
Dislodging the grip of L’s mouth, Mello pulled back and met the detective’s eye; L was breathing heavily, his eyes alight with the spark born of a challenge - the omnipresent struggle that continued to characterize sex between them - and his lips were wet and parted.
Mello slipped the candy cane back in between them. “You look cuter with something in your mouth,” he murmured huskily, before sliding down L’s body to kneel between his legs, one hand deftly unfastening his pants and tugging them down. L hissed at the sensation of material sliding over his overly sensitive arousal, and when Mello abruptly curled two fingers firmly around it his hips twitched involuntarily: he was more turned on than he would have been likely to admit just then, his erection already heated and fervent.
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