Death Note Anonymous Kink Meme

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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 huge list of kinks by eliade.

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Part 2/3

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The music was loud and rhythmic, a vibrating pulse, and the booze made the lights and the crowds a little fuzzy around the edges. Matt took a longer route than strictly necessary, cutting through the press of swaying bodies on the dance floor; fuck Mello and his gangsters and sitting around looking serious fucking business. He was going to dance. And when he felt a pair of hands slide around his waist, he reacted like any mildly-pissed off, mildly horny, and very drunk sixteen year old boy would and pressed back against grinding hips.
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"What's a kid like you doing in a place like this?" a voice murmured close behind him, thin and reedy, and Matt was about to answer when he felt teeth fastening onto his ear, sucking and nibbling, and it became far too difficult to talk. Hands roamed upwards, underneath his sweater, and downwards, over the fabric of his jeans, and the mouth moved to kiss at his neck and oh, god, somehow there were fingers curling around his cock (when did his fly get tugged down?) and then, even more puzzling, they were somehow in one of the curtained booths at the side of the club (he couldn't remember crossing the dance floor). His jeans were yanked down, and then his boxers, and slim strong hands bent him over the table, sticky with spilled drinks and dusted with cigarette ash and -

"No, wait," Matt gasped, "I've never --"

The guy - whoever he was - gave an impatient noise and gripped Matt's shoulder. He shut his eyes against the way the world lurched as he was repositioned (pulled up, turned around, pushed to his knees), and when he opened them there was an erect cock right there in front of his face and he very almost laughed. But fingers curled in his hair, and the voice said, "C'mon, kid - take it, it's not rocket science --"

He'd never done this before, either, but the voice was right. If he could figure the maths behind aeronautical engineering he could sure as hell work out how to suck dick.

It wouldn't have been bad - he might have been quite good at it - if bobbing his head hadn't made him so queasy. He tongued the underside, moving clumsily, feeling the flesh getting harder in his mouth; but he had to keep pulling back to cough and gasp. Just as he felt he was getting the hang of it there was another confusing blur of movement and he was on the table again. Only this time something slick and hard was pressing against him, into him, only to disappear, leaving him gasping and confused - that had just happened, right? - before two things happened.

A hand reached around his waist to jerk him off.

At the same time, something much larger and much slicker pressed inside him.

Conflicting waves of sensation washed through him, because it hurt but the hands were good at this, defter and quicker than when he pleasured himself; and sometimes it hurt more than it felt good and sometimes it felt so good it blotted out everything else but mostly it was just Matt moaning and writhing and grasping the edge of the table. He came with a full bodied shudder, his head snapping back, and the man behind him started moving faster and harder, whispering a long stream of expletives into Matt's ear before finally he came, too.

For a long moment they sagged together, catching their breath. Then the man stood up, rearranging his clothes. Matt moaned helplessly as he withdrew.

"Thanks for that, kid," the guy said, planting another kiss on the back of Matt's neck. "But I got things to do."

And he left the booth, leaving Matt to clean himself up. Matt was asleep within moments.

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