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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Mining for Cocoa, part 6

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“Such uncouth language,” L murmured, pulling his fingers out. Before his successor could fire back a sarcastic retort, L had grabbed his hips and pushed hastily forwards, entering the blond in one motion.

He had not planned to, but he was forced to pause for a moment, his fingers tightening around Mello’s hips, fighting down the gush of sensation that leaped up from the pit of his stomach and threatened to engulf him. It was all suddenly so much clearer to him, so much more immediate: Mello’s unsteady breathing; his hair tangled in pools of chocolate and syrup; his hands around the table top; his bruised, marred, lovely skin spread out like a map, reddish patches of flush forming in places; his body, hot, taut and completely irresistible.

Struggling grimly against the tide of pleasure that he so wanted to be swept away in, L rocked his hips, pulling out almost to the tip before thrusting back with slightly more force each time, as he felt the younger man’s body begin to accommodate around his intrusion. Every time L pushed into him, Mello was forced forwards, his upper thighs colliding with one side of the table as his fingers did vicious things to the other side. He had still not yet uttered a sound.

Remembering the effect that it seemed to have on the blond, L slipped a piece of his precious chocolate into his mouth. Mello remained silent but sucked on it, licking at L’s fingertips, his eyes screwed shut; encouraged, L began to lend more force to the movements of his hips, his hand holding so tightly onto Mello’s waist that the skin went white. L himself had given up on silence by that time, allowing his accelerating breathing to morph into soft moans. The sensation of Mello made the whole saga seem worthwhile, every knock to his body and ego that he had suffered earlier more than compensated for by the heat, the pressure, the raw feeling that surged beneath his skin.

He took Mello’s hair in one hand and twisted his head to one side with the intention of kissing him, but as he was leaning forwards Mello’s head arched upwards and his lips parted. The moan that fell from his mouth was tiny and low, barely audible, but to L’s ears it may as well have been a scream.

L would normally have made a comment about this, but he decided on a whim that perhaps it would be better not to this time. The line that curved from just below Mello’s chin all the way down to his shoulder presented too much of a temptation, however, and L could not resist sinking his teeth into it as he slid a hand around the blond’s hip and took hold of his erection, squeezing with two fingers, tightly enough to restrict the flow of blood. Mello bucked violently, letting loose a far louder cry that teetered wildly on the line between pain and pleasure, but as L’s hand loosened and then dragged slowly along his length, he shuddered a little and made a soft, “Ah…”

L released his teeth from Mello’s shoulder but remained hunched over, bracing his weight on the table as he allowed the natural motions of his body to take over. The few items of crockery that remained unbroken on the table were beginning to rattle, not only due to L’s movements but also due to Mello’s response to them. The blond, it seemed, was as heated and angry in this as ever: he was clenching his fists around the table top and biting his lip, bracing himself as he drove his body backwards at intervals, forcing L still deeper into him.

He seemed on the verge of saying something, probably screaming at the universe again, when L’s hand compressed painfully around his erection again, sending a vicious tremor through his legs. “Fuck…!” was all he could manage in his suddenly and completely breathless state.

Not slowing his brutal pace, L again allowed his hand to slacken and give Mello’s arousal one long stroke, and even as his successor groaned, he was glaring up at him through his sweaty and sugar-tangled hair. “Don’t… you fucking dare…”

“As you wish,” L said, releasing him and sliding his hand up Mello’s narrow back.

As expected, Mello did not look relieved. “No… you bastard… you know what I- ugh!”