Death Note Anonymous Kink Meme
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. ( Read more... )
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. ( Read more... )
"You little bitch!" Backhanding the redhead he quickly followed it up with a kick to the stomach, sending him stumbling backwards onto the bed, gagging as he tried to regain his breath. It took only a split second for Mello to grab the hem of the gamer's shirt and rip it upwards, not bothering to be gentle as he pulled it over his comrade's head. Swiftly unzipping his leather vest he slid it down his shoulders, jerking open a drawer on the nightstand next to the bed.
"I'll show you who's the boss around here, you ungrateful wretch." Extracting a pair of handcuffs he launched himself forward, grabbing Matt's wrist before he could dart off the bed. Clamping a cold metal bracelet around the captured wrist, he tightened it to a painful extent, the other side being cuffed to the bedpost.
"We'll see how much of a mouth you have when I get through with you." Pulling a small container of chocolate syrup out of his back pocket, he crawled onto the bed. Mello's movements were quick, yet graceful. Almost as if he were a feline and Matt was the unfortunate mouse. Pinning down the gamer's flailing arm he pried the top of the container up with his teeth, turning it upside down when he heard a delightful 'pop'. The thick, cold stream of chocolate smeared across the youth’s chest, Mello's tongue darting out and sliding across his upper tier as he watched it in fascination. Once the bottle was empty he threw it from the bed, a devilish grin plastered across his features.
"At least you have...better taste, now." Lowering his head he slid his tongue up the captured redhead's chest, his eyes fixed on the other's face.
Matt's eyes widened in a startled fashion, blush racing across his cheeks as he hissed, "What the hell are you doing, Mello?! That's fucking sick!"
Biting down sharply on one of the gamer's raised nubs, he started to coo, his tongue continuing to lap along the lean muscles.
"Actually, it tastes wonderful. Perhaps you should try some." Swiftly parting the boy’s legs with one of his own, he settled their lower halves together. "It's sweet, yet it has a small hint of disobedience thrown into the mix, and it's ruining the flavor. I’ll have to get rid of that." Shifting his hips against Matt's, Mello let loose a bone chilling chuckle.
Matt had sunk his teeth into his lower lip, his heart racing as a few stray strands of his hair slid in front of his goggled eyes. Jesus Christ! It didn't feel half bad.
In fact, it felt amazing.
Damn Mello...
The only sounds in the room were Mello's wet tongue strokes, Matt's uneven breathing, and the sound of rough cloth rubbing against rough cloth. The blond had managed to get his friend's upper chest mostly cleared of chocolate and his head was slowly sliding lower. He currently had his head below and between the boy's ribs, licking eagerly at any morsel of chocolate he could find. To his annoyance, he let loose a low moan, a shiver running up his spine. Matt wasn't the only one being subjected to torture....Mello was also tormenting himself.
It was worth it.
When the rest of the chocolate had been cleared away he balanced himself on his hands, staring down at the boy before him in a happy fashion.
Matt sighed in relief, his torment finally over. Or so he thought.
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