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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“Oi,” Mello complains, though his hips have titled up pleasantly against Near as Near slides down him. Near can feel Mello growing firmer against the softness of his own upper belly. He wants to put the egg aside and just slide lower, lower, and take Mello's dick tentatively in his hands - he can see it, in his mind, can imagine what it might be like to tip his head forwards a little, place his mouth against it, maybe suck - the thought makes him tingle, and he wonders if Mello can tell that he's aroused. He wants to know what Mello tastes like, except that he's not sure that he's quite game enough for that yet. It bothers him that he can't make up his mind, and so he frowns and frowns, and orders his body to do as he tells it, and peers up through the sheets. He mutters, “You can't just take it like that, Mello.”

“You said it was a present.”

Mello is looking at him with eyes that make it perfectly clear that Mello is just as conscious of Near's dick as Near is of Mello's.

Near wonders whether his lips will always go dry when Mello looks at him like that, or if it's a phase that will pass. It makes his thoughts go a little fuzzy at the edges. He thinks he likes it. He thinks he might like it a lot. “It... yes,” Near says. He feels suddenly very stupid, hiding down here amongst the blankets, egg cradled in one hand. The urge to wriggle his body so that he can feel Mello go even harder against him is squeezing almost all his logic out of his mind. He licks at his lips, fingers flexing slightly around the egg, as though to remind him of what he was supposed to be focusing on. “I wanted to feed it to you,” he explains.

There's a warm silence. Then Mello reaches down, takes hold of Near beneath the shoulders, and pulls him up and flips him over all at once, so that Near is on his back against the cotton, eyes blinking slowly. Mello hovers over him, blankets caught around his shoulders, so close but not actually touching Near at all. His hair gleams yellow in the increasingly bright light This wasn't what Near had planned at all, but his breath is hitched in his throat anyway, and he realises suddenly that a lot of things haven't gone quite how he had planned; Mello throws everything out of kilter. As Mello's lips twitch into a smile - as Mello traces a hand along the side of Near's face, trailing it, smoothing it down onto Near's neck, then Near's shoulder, then out along the length of Near's arm, which is cast across the white sheets like the man on the cross dangling from Mello's neck - as Mello sways his hips forwards to brush tantalisingly against Near's - as Mello looks at him with those eyes like that-

Near begins to realise that things haven't gone how he'd planned purely because he had, strangely, never aimed high enough.

Near rocks his own hips upwards and parts his lips for a kiss, and Mello smoothes his body against him like the downwards sway of a pendulum's arc. He brings his mouth down towards Near's, just like Near wants, then hovers there, not touching, and whispers, “I just woke up. I won't taste any good.”

“You will, you'll taste like Mello,” says Near, and he feels that perhaps that was a dumb thing to have said, but he also feels that it's the truth, and it's right, and he means it. All he wants is the warmth and the motion that the blond had introduced him to the night before (Mello's hands touching him, Mello's fingers buried deep, Mello buried deep, and Near pushed to the edge of tears and relief). All he wants is Mello's lips on his, like Mello had taught him in the shadows of a hallway before they'd left together and ended up here. It's happened so fast, but Near just wants more.