RP Log: IC L and OOC Raito
[Who]: IC L and OOC Raito
[Where]: café, Raito's apartment
[When]: early morning
[Rating]: NC-17. Because who needs kid-friendly logs? :P
[On What]: MSN, third person
[Summary]: Directly following this log, L wakes up early and leaves, making Raito distraught. He finds him in a café, and after some fluff they go back and smut happens. There's more fluff afterwards, and L discovers that Raito is hiding something.
Raito in black text, L in green text
L stirred his coffee, looking down as the cream swirled in the dark liquid. Really, he wondered, what was he doing in a café down the street from Raito's apartment? He should have stayed, Raito would be concerned, but...
L sighed, adding another creamer and sugar at once. He shouldn't be getting so attatched to Raito, really... he could end up getting hurt. And even though Raito'd said he wanted something more, L couldn't help but fear he had just been telling him what he wanted to hear.
Raito was a fairly light sleeper, so it wasn't long after L had left that he began to stir from his sleep. He opened his heavily lidded eyes, wanting to see L, except... he wasn't there. The weight on his eyes seemed to evaporate as he processed this. He felt the space beside him and it was still warm, indicating that L hadn't left too long ago. Maybe he was still in the apartment? But when he pushed himself off the couch and looked around, L was nowhere to be found. A sense of dread rose in his body, and it settled in his stomach like a real weight. Where was he? Why did he leave? Uncaring of his disheveled appearance, he slipped his sandals off and left his apartment in frantic search for him. He decided to retrack their steps from the night before. Hopefully, L hadn't gone too far.
L shivered slightly in the cool morning air, adding more sugar to his coffee. It was getting to the point where it was more of a sludge than a beverage, but the action comforted L, and gave him a moment's peace. His eye circles darker than ever, L stirred through the sludge, wondering just when he'd let himself get so exposed.
On his route he spotted a café, the one that he goes to most often. He knew that L liked coffee, and it was still early in the morning, earlier than Raito usually got up, so there was a slight chance of him being in there. It couldn't hurt to look, right? He just had to make it quick. He rushed inside the café and took a quick glance around. There weren't too many people there yet... he stopped when he spotted familiar hair. Could it really be him? He approached, calling him out hesitantly. "Ryuuzaki?" If he was wrong it would be greatly embarrassing, but he couldn't bring himself to care.
L turned, hearing his name, his eyes dark and tired. Something flickered across them at the sight of Raito, a feeling jolting his midsection, while L gave him a tired smile. "Raito," he said, unable to bring himself to add the '-kun'. "What are you doing up so early? I thought you'd sleep for a bit more."
The relief of finding L grew evident on Raito's face, as he smiled slightly. "I'm usually not up this early, but... I think you woke me up," he answered simply. Raito took a seat next to him and slumped slightly; he was still tired, after all. "Why did you leave?" Raito asked softly, worry coloring his voice.
L looked over at Raito. He was obviously tired, and had felt obligated to find why he'd left... L hadn't meant to spur Raito into feeling guilt. "I... I don't sleep much," L told him, stirring the muddy drink. "And I... I didn't want to burden you when you woke up, I suppose. I thought you'd want to get your sleep."
Burden him? Raito couldn't imagine L being a burden. "It wouldn't have been a burden," he assured him with a soft smile, "I can survive getting less sleep if it means you'll stay." It was true. Raito loved his sleep, but he'd rather be with L instead.
L looked at Raito, something showing in his eyes. "........" He looked away. "You have classes, ne?" he murmured, biting his thumb. "And you need your sleep... I hadn't intended to impede you..." Did Raito really want him to stay...? L found himself doubting it. Staying meant sharing your space, and... well, L knew that he didn't like to share -his- space.
Raito shook his head. L wasn't getting the point here. "Just because I need it doesn't mean I want it." He leaned in closer, a smile curling on his lips. "And what I do want is for you to stay." His smile faltered slightly as he considered something. Maybe... "Unless you don't want to," he amended softly.
L's eyes widened, and he saw something in Raito's eyes. Before he could think, his hand had shot out to cling at Raito's sleeve, keeping him there. L flushed a bit at his impulsiveness, but forged on ahead anyway. "I... I'd love to stay," he admitted softly, looking up at him. "I just... I don't like to impose on people."
Raito smiled, relieved to know that he'd been wrong. "Don't worry about that," he assured, leaning in to give him a brief kiss. "Just let me get some coffee then we can go back." Yes, he really needed some coffee right now.
L smiled, closing his eyes and curling against Raito a bit. "You can have mine, if it's still consumable," he murmured, comforted by Raito's warmth. "I found that... I couldn't really drink anything, before..."
Raito frowned slightly. "Why?" he asked as he picked up L's drink and took a sip. Wow, that tasted a lot more like sugar than coffee, it didn't even feel like a real liquid, but Raito wasn't too surprised. It was actually quite good.
L colored slightly, looking away. "I... didn't really want to leave this morning..." he said, fiddling with his thumbnail. "I just... sat here for a bit, to get out of the cold, fiddling with the coffee and thinking about things..."
L didn't want to admit that he'd wanted to stay curled up against Raito and fall back asleep. He didn't want to admit that he'd loved the feeling of being cared for, waking up in Raito's arms. He didn't want to admit to anyone, least of all himself, that maybe, just maybe, he was starting to open up.
Raito's eyes softened. "Then don't leave next time. Don't do things you don't want to," he answered simply. Raito wanted a next time, anyway; he hoped for one. He took another sip of the drink, which was quickly waking him up. "So let's go back, it's more comfortable there."
L smiled a bit. Next time... "Okay," he said, standing up, reluctantly slipping his sandals back on. He looked to Raito, his eyes flickering with an emotion for a moment as he did. "You done with the coffee-sludge?" he asked, teasing a bit.
Raito stood up with him and grinned. "Almost." He took a long sip from the drink, until it was empty. He let out a satisfied noise. "Now I am. It was a great sugar drink, I couldn't even taste the coffee!" he teased back as he threw the cup in the trash and walked out the café with him. He was feeling rejuvenated, though he knew he'd crash during his classes, but he couldn't bring himself to care.
L laughed, smiling. Raito was happy, and Raito was in a good mood. He followed him out of the café, smiling a bit. "It's early," he mused. "University classes usually don't start until 3 hours from now, at the earliest. We could go back to sleep, if you want, though I'm not quite sure that would work, with all the caffeine you just had, or play a game..."
Raito shook his head. "No, sleep isn't an option," he confirmed. A game could be nice, but... he remembered what he had said before they slept, and he knew that was what he needed to do. "We could play a game later, but I have something else in mind first." A not-so-innocent smile curled on his lips.
"Oh?" L blinked, glancing up at Raito. The look on Raito's face took a moment to register, but when it did, L flushed and looked away quickly, shivering slightly, his grip on Raito's hand tightening. "...oh," he said faintly.
Raito squeezed L's hand in response as he grinned. He loved seeing L flush, and he planned to see it much more. Raito wasn't used to thinking in such a way, but it came so naturally when L was concerned. When they entered his apartment, Raito took no time in kissing him, nice and soft to start with.
L made a slight noise of surprise, not expecting Raito to move so quickly, before relaxing, kissing him back softly. Well, it made sense, he supposed. It was always nice to kiss Raito, and he hadn't kissed him 'good morning' yet. The kiss was soft, unthreatening, and L found himself relaxing, melting into Raito's touch as he kissed him back.
Raito slipped his arms around L, pulling him flush against his body. It had been a bit cold, and being so close was so warm, and it felt so good. Gradually, Raito kissed him harder, with more passion. He was in no rush, he was enjoying this.
Winding his arms around his neck, L kissed him back, his face flushing slightly, gradually warming up. Being so close to Raito was nice, warm, and L found he seemed to fit against him perfectly, as if he was belonged there.
L flushed a little at that thought. Kissing Raito seemed to make his thoughts decidedly more odd than they usually were.
Raito's hands were itching to move, so they moved up and down his back at first, innocent touches. But Raito - well, okay, his recently awakened libido - was getting a little impatient, and wanted to make this hotter, so as Raito deepened the kiss, his tongue meeting L's, his hands moved up under his shirt.
"Nnnn..." His hands moving from lingering on his back to tightening slightly on his shoulders, L kissed him back, doing his best to keep up, his face flushed, his tongue tangling with his. Raito's hands... the cold or Raito's hands against his warm chest was incredible, and a moan escaped him as he shivered under his touch.
Raito practically purred at hearing L's moan. This was more like it. As their tongues continued to dance, Raito trailed his hands up slowly, enjoying the feeling of L shivering under his touch, until he found a nipple. He brushed his thumb over it experimentally, wanting to see the reaction.
L gasped, a feeling of heat growing inside. He kissed Raito back more, passionate, knowing he needed, craved something more. His body reacting under Raito, L tried to drown his soft sounds in the kiss, despite his need for air.
Oh, that was encouraging. He grinned into their kiss, his passion growing to meet L's, as he rubbed the hardening nipple continuously, in a circular motion. His other hand slid down slowly to grasp onto L's narrow hip.
"...ah!" Breaking the kiss, panting, dizzily, needing air, L looked at Raito, dazed, his eyes dark. What Raito was doing... it was... ah... "Raito..." he moaned slightly, trying to retain his mind. "We're right inside your doorway in your living room. Anyone could see..."
L's eyes, and that moan went straight to his groin, so it took him a moment to register L's words. "At this time of day?" he murmured, pouting slightly since that was the reason the kissing had stopped. Raito obliged him anyway, removing his hand from L's hip and reaching behind him to close the door. Once it clicked shut, he gently pushed L against it with a smirk. "Is that better?" he drawled, resuming the rubbing.
"Nnn...!" Unable to point out that he was still pressed against the wall in Raito's living room from Raito's effective distractions, L moaned, biting his lip hard, trying to keep from making any noise, save his pants. It was embarassing that this was affecting him so much... but it was so good, too...
Raito simply couldn't get enough of that moan, and did NOT like that L wanted to silence himself. No, that would not do at all. Determined to get him to make more noise, he zeroed in on a spot high on L's neck and began sucking it hard, deciding to skip over being gentle at first.
L gasped, a ragged moan tearing itself from his throat as Raito latched his lips to his neck, panting, his face flushed with the heat. Arching unconsciously against Raito slightly, still pinned to the wall, L tried to catch his breath, failing miserably at each attempt.
Raito loved seeing, hearing L like this, since he was normally so composed... it was almost like a drug. He nipped at L's skin to make a mark; that territorial feeling was coming back, he wanted to be the only one who could do this to L.
A cross between a whimper and a moan escaped him, and L clung to Raito's shirt desperately, as if trying to keep himself grounded to the earth. He'd never known he had so many nerves in his neck, or that being kissed there could feel so very good... Groaning again, his nails digging into Raito's skin a bit, L gave himself over to the feeling, his brain ceasing to work.
Raito kept sucking on that spot, spurred on by those delicious sounds. Raito teased L's nipple a little longer before slipping his hand out of his shirt and, with both hands clinging to L's hips, he moved his hips against L's, wanting to see how far along he was.
"Ah...!!" His fingers digging into Raito near painfully, L moaned hard as Raito brushed against him, unable to help himself. panting his face flushed, he looked up at Raito, his eyes dark. It wasn't as if he could help it, what with the kissing and all... and Raito didn't mind it, right?
As if the contact hadn't been enough for Raito, seeing that reaction was an extreme turn-on, and he felt himself growing harder, his mind more hazy. He moved against him again, nibbling on the bruising spot to cover his own moan.
L moaned, fevered, unable to help his response, moving against Raito slightly in response. The mix of pain and pleasure from his neck was going straight to his groin, and L was having a hard enough time breathing without the added stimulation of Raito grinding against him.
...not that he minded, of course.
Raito detached himself from L's neck, and he noted with pleasure that there was a definite bruise there, one that would probably be hard to hide. He rolled his hips against him, and the pleasure was intense, enough to make him close his eyes tightly and release a haggard moan.
"Nnnn! Ahh... Raito...!" Panting, L arched against him, gasping for air. Clinging to him, L shuddered at every movement Raito made against him, doing his best not to fall to pieces and collapse to the ground right there.
Hearing his name like that was so amazingly hot, and he decided right then that these pants were a nuisance. While he was incredibly turned on, he wanted to put L first this time, so he moved his hand to the front of L's jeans, ready to unzip. "Is this okay?" he whispered in his ear in unusual shyness for the situation, as he pressed his palm against his bulge.
"Ah..." L flushed darkly, but managed to meet Raito's eyes and nod. "Nnn... go ahead..." This was terribly, terribly embarrassing, but L found he just couldn't stop. Gripping Raito's shoulders still, L made an effort to touch Raito as well, trailing his hands down his side to cup him in the front as well. "...is this okay for you too?"
L didn't have to tell him twice. Raito was about to unzip his pants when he felt L's hand on him, and he let out a choked gasp at the contact. "Y-yes," he uttered, his voice deep. He then unzipped his pants, his hands shaking slightly. He was so new to this; nervousness surged in him suddenly, making his actions slower.
L shivered at Raito's tone. His voice was low, husky, and it sent shivers running down his spine. Trailing his fingers up and down his front, L slipped a hand past Raito's waistband, stroking him a bit, hoping his hand was warm enough. The drugged thought of wanting to hear Raito talk to him more in that tone of voice drifted across his mind lazily, and L shivered at the thought.
Raito shuddered against him, moaning at the sensation. Oh, that was so good... but he forced himself out of the haze momentarily to slip his hand in L's pants to return the gesture, stroking him hesitantly.
"Nyaa...!" Clinging to Raito with one hand, glad he was able to support his weight, his other hand stroking Raito, L shuddered, trying to hold himself back. Ah, those sounds Raito was making, and his hand... Biting his lip, refocusing himself, L cupped Raito again, running his hand over this head, palming him with his hand, trying to recall what had worked from the previous night.
Raito moaned as he thrusted up against the hand. Ohgod, that felt amazing, but... Raito had an idea. "W-Wait," he breathed out, voice still deep, as he grasped L's hand and moved it to the side. He pushed both of their pants down slightly, then he moved his hips against his, this time their erections made direct contact and Raito released a shuddering moan from the pleasure.
Flushing at being exposed so intimately to Raito's sight, L's embarrassment was fast cut off by a keening moan, gasping as Raito rubbed himself along him. Raito was grinding into him, and... nn, his moans and his voice... Trying to elicit more words from him, L managed to pant out a question. "Ahh...! Nnn, do you like this, Raito?"
Raito grinned at the question; it was naughty and a bit wild. "Like it?" he asked, his voice seeming to be stuck at this lower octave, "No, I completely love it!" Raito grinded against him again for emphasis, reveling in the extreme, amazing pleasure it produced, letting out a low moan.
L tensed against him, his fingers digging into Raito's shoulders at his words and his low moan. This was so good, nearly too much... and L knew he wouldn't last much longer. "Ah, Raito, I- I'm-" His lips not forming the proper words as he panted, L thrust back against him, moaning, his voice rising in a warning that he was nearing the edge.
Raito moaned in response, both at this intense heat pooling in his groin and what he said; he had a feeling what was going to happen, so he panted out, "Ryuuzaki..." before thrusting against him a few times in a row, hard and fast.
Lost at Raito's thrusts, L threw his head back and moaned. "Nnnn!! Ahh, Raito...!" Gasping, he shuddered against him, his nails digging into him as he came, his mind gone as he climaxed hard.
Seeing and hearing L as he came was the hottest thing he had ever seen, and he felt himself suddenly much closer to the edge as well. He leaned in to kiss him softly when the climax seemed finished. "You're beautiful, Ryuuzaki," he murmured, his voice still deep, his eyes still dark with pleasure and lust.
Panting, L looked up at Raito through dark eyes, flushed, shivering at his words. Raito... Raito had been so thougtful, and here he'd gone and finished before Raito could as well. Leaning in and pressing a sweet kiss to his lips before moving down Raito's front, falling to his kneed, he looked up at Raito, blinking at him with large eyes, coy. "...let me try something, Raito? I want to help..."
L was... suddenly on the ground, on his knees, in front of his erection and looking up at him like that and saying something like that and he had to bite his lip to keep himself from moaning at just those things. He shivered instead, panting, "G-go ahead."
A curious gleam in his eye, L touched Raito directly, cupping him, feeling the weight of him on his hand for a moment, just examining. It was thick and velvety, and all-together too warm. Moving forward a bit, L licked at the head tentatively, before sliding him into his mouth, swirling his tongue around, curious to see how he could get Raito to respond.
Raito groaned when L had cupped him, his breath hitched. When he felt a wet warmth licking and then engulfing him, he moaned, long and deep as the new, intense pleasure filled him. He felt his legs growing weak, and he had to extend a hand to the wall to keep himself upright.
L shivered at Raito's sound, sliding his tongue around him. Being able to do this to Raito, being able to make him squirm... it was a heady feeling of power, something intoxicating, and L found himself taking more into his mouth, sucking, as one hand moved lower to play at his base and cup his balls.
This pleasure was... amazing, and so intense, he could have never imagined feeling this good. All capacities of thought had vanished; he was just a creature of lust now as he moaned wantonly. Oh, he was getting so close now...
Remembering something he'd read about relaxing his throat muscles, L slid him down his throat, humming slightly, wondering what sort of stimulation the vibrations would produce. Dragging his fingers through his hair, L ran a finger over his perinium, pressing, watching as Raito reacted, wanting to push him over the edge.
Oh fuck, feeling that wet heat envelop him coupled with those vibrations, oh, it was more pleasure than his body could handle. "I-I'm gonna..." he managed to warn, amidst a shuddering moan. Feeling the pressure in that spot was the last straw and he came, the pleasure exploding like a supernova. It was all he was aware of as he gasped, shuddered and moaned in ecstasy, his legs almost giving out. As the pleasure faded, he began to try to catch his breath. Last night had been amazing, but... that had been even better, and that was overwhelming.
His eyes widening before tightening closed, L choked slightly, coughing, swallowing around him, caught a bit off guard. Waiting until he was sure Raito was done, L pulled away, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, looking up at him, a sparkle in his eyes, looking altogether too satisfied with what he had done.
Once the haze cleared in his mind, he looked down at him and took in that satisfied look, which made L look really hot... he couldn't help but respond with a pleased grin in return, until he remembered how he had came without warning. He grew concerned. "I'm sorry, I should've..." he trailed off. His flush had just been dissipating when it came back, now out of embarrassment. Even after doing all that, he still couldn't talk about it. He decided to change course, adding with a soft voice, "But thank you, that was... amazing."
L smiled, standing up, brushing a sweaty lock of hair that'd fallen infront of his eyes behind his ear. "You don't need to apologize. You tried to warn me. And that only meant that I did it right, ne?" L smiled at him softly, his own face a bit pink as well. "And... I wanted to, besides. It was..." L trailed off, searching for words, before looking back up at Raito. "...I like making you feel things," he said.
Raito relaxed, glad that L was okay with that. At his last statement, he felt a warm rush of affection rise in him, and he smiled sweetly. "I think I can understand that; it was amazing to make you..." he trailed off, again, his cheeks deepening in color. Sheesh, during sex he had no shyness at all, but now that it was over it was rushing in at full-force. He was still innocent in a way.
L flushed a bit too. Doing things was much easier than discussing them... "I know," he said simply, looking up at him still, blushing. Impulsively, L leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, before pulling away, his eyes sparkling. "We still have an hour or so before you have class, I think," he said, musing. "What do you want to do until then? I could attempt to make breakfast, if you want... toast and eggs aren't all that hard..."
Raito pouted a little when he broke the kiss so quickly, but it was replaced with a small smile when he suggested breakfast. He shook his head. "No, this is my place, I should be the one making breakfast," he said, following the norms of hospitality, "But you can help if you want."
L smiled, his eyes lighting up. "Do you know how to make French toast?" he asked. "I had that once, and it was really sweet and good, but I never learned how..." His arms were around Raito a bit, L realized, as if they had subconsciously wound around him, and his head was resting on his shoulder, despite the fact that Raito probably didn't need the extra weight. L flushed a bit, but didn't move.
Raito drew him a bit closer, enjoying the contact, not finding it troublesome at all. "I do, actually. That and many other sweet things. My mom loves to cook, and she taught me all her recipes," he informed, smiling at the memory. "It wasn't too long ago, because she was scared that I'd starve out here by myself without knowing," he added with a laugh.
L smiled, still flushing a bit, curling against him a bit more. "D'you want to go and start that, then?" he asked, nuzzling against him, pressing a warm kiss to his neck. "You should probably eat something before your class. There's a 78% chance that it will help you function better if you do."
Raito's eyes fluttered a bit, feeling very content. This is what real happiness was, he was sure. "Alright. With that high of a statistic how can I say no?" he mused with a lightly amused grin. He let go of L and took his hand to lead him to his small but cozy kitchen, where he began to take out a pan, a bowl and the ingredients.
L smiled, squeezing Raito's hand as he followed him. He glanced around the kitchen and ajoining dining room observing. A few school books were scattered across the dining room table, along with a few notebooks...
L paused, his eyes snagging on one. That notebook wasn't a spiral, unlike the others, the labels of 'Psychology' and 'Child Education' decorating their fronts. And it seemed somehow be... familiar.
Raito was quick to begin preparing the meal; he's made it for himself numerable times, so it's gotten easier everytime. He was also used to doing it alone, so he wasn't sure how to include L in the cooking. He turned to look at L, and saw how close he was to his Love Note... gah, he had been so stupid to leave it out like that. Ignoring the feeling of rising dread, he said, "Ah, so you found my school stuff! There's nothing really interesting there, though," he said lightly, with an underlying meaning of "so come back here".
L's eyes flicked back to Raito, raising an eyebrow. His tone of voice... it was as if he had something to hide. "It must be interesting enough for you to keep you going to class every day," he said mildly, but moving back into the kitchen nonetheless. "Anything I can help with with the cooking?"
Raito sagged a little in relief. Trying to explain everything about the Love Note would've been exhausting right then. "Well yes, but I didn't think textbooks and notes would be all that exciting," he covered in a wry tone. He returned his focus back to the meal. "You can help me get this bread all sugary if you'd like," he said, gesturing to the bowl filled with cinnamon sugar liquid.
L blinked. "...how?" he asked, curious. "If you put bread in that, it'll get soggy." His eyes noting the subtle changes in Raito's body language, his mind stored away tidbits of information as they came. Interesting... it appeared Raito -was- hiding something from him. Odd...
"You dip it into this, and then you put it on the pan and let it cook for awhile," Raito explained. The pan was already buttered up and heated; it was just waiting for the bread. "If done right, it should be soft but not soggy."
L blinked. "Ano... perhaps you should do that part. I don't want to mess it up," he said, backing away a bit. "I'm... not the best at cooking. Here, I'll clean up the table a bit so we can eat." Returning to the dining room, L began stacking books and notebooks into organized little piles, creating an open space on the table for them to use.
That feeling of dread rose quickly in Raito again. He knew that if he tried to stop L, that'd look suspicious, but if he came across the Love Note... Thinking quickly, he walked into the dining room and said, "Now that you mention it, the table is quite messy. I should put all these away now," he said smoothly, beginning to pick up some books.
L raised an eyebrow. "I've got it," he said, blinking at him. "Let me help with something, even if I'm useless in the kitchen. It's hard to fail at cleaning up a bit." His fingers skimming across the cover of a distinct notebook as he moved it out of the way, L's eyes were locked onto Raito's. What was he hiding from him.....?
Raito smiled assuredly. Damn, this had been a bad idea... time to save face. "Of course. I'll just take these and let you clean to your heart's content," he said with a chuckle. He quickly walked to his bedroom and put the books - along with the Love Note - in a dark corner, then came back to the kitchen to finish up the French toast.
L watched as Raito left. Raito was acting... odd. Hiding things. Leaving the room unecessarily. Being weird. A cold feeling crept into L's heart, but he ignored the feel. Moving to the stovetop, L concentrated on what he'd learned of cooking, making sure the toast didn't burn while Raito was gone.
When he returned he smiled at L, slipping back into his normal self now that the Love Note was safe. He quickly finished up the French toast and served it on two plates. "There you go," he announced as he took out the syrup and liberally poured it over his own plate, then set it down for L. Raito waited for him before taking a seat at the table to begin eating.
L looked at Raito, evaluating, before taking a seat. He perched in his usual way, his knees hugged to his chest. "Thank you," he said, picking up his piece and examining it before biting into it, enjoying the sweet taste. As far as normal food went, L didn't much care for it, but French Toast was an exception, as far as 'normal foods' went.
"What do you think?" Raito asked, a bit nervously, after L had taken a few bites. Cooking for himself was one thing, but cooking for others, especially L, was another...
L looked up, smiling. "It's very good," he murmured, taking another bit. "It's sweet. Thank you," he said again, licking his fingers of the cinnamon sugar mix. "You'll have to teach me how to make it sometime, perhaps. The last time I tried, I nearly burned the place down..."
Raito smiled, pleased at the compliment. "I'm glad you like it." He laughed at the last bit, saying, "I'd love to teach you... as long as you promise you won't burn this place down," he teased.
L laughed, flushing slightly. "I'll try," he said, impish. "Can't make promises I'm not sure I can keep, though." He smiled at Raito. His teasing was comfortable, playful, affectionate... just when had L begun to enjoy Raito's company so much? "What should I teach you in exchange?" he asked, his eyes sparkling. "After all, fair's fair..."
Raito paused, appearing to be in deep thought after L's promise. "I guess I can take that risk," he said, again with a teasing, affectionate tone. He was in real thought when L posed that question. "What do you think I should know?" he asked, curious.
L shrugged. "What do you want to learn?"
Raito pouted slightly at the non-answer, but he tilted his head as he thought about it. "I think I'll be fine with continued tutoring in English for now," he said with a smile.
L smiled a bit. "As you wish," he responded in English, his eyes dancing. "Perhaps after English I'll teach you French. Or Sweedish. Or something else."
"French would be nice," he agreed, speaking in English, though more slowly than L, "It is the language of love, right?" He smiled.
L flushed a bit but smiled, his eyes lighting up. Did that... no... but... "It is," he confirmed, before adding, "...would that be appropriate for you to learn now, then?" in a softer tone.
Raito's smile grew wider, and sweeter. "I'd like to learn now," he replied, his voice growing soft to match L's.
L's face colored, and his heart was doing weird things in his chest. His head felt dizzy, but in a good way, and his breath caught in his throat. "Ah... what... what sort of things do you want to lean how to say in French, then?" he asked, his eyes lost in Raito's. Raito's eyes were soft and dark, like space, only warmer, and L wondered how he'd never noticed before.
Raito's smile grew more flirtatious. He enjoyed flirting like this, it was fun and L's reactions were always so cute. "I'd like to learn many things," he began breezily, before he leaned in a bit over the table, "But at least enough to tell you how much I like you."
L smiled back, his cheeks still colored. "You'd have to tell me how much you like me first, then," he responded, "so I can translate it for you. Unless you just want me to teach you the entire language and you can figure it out on your own."
"I'd like to figure it out on my own... so that one day I can surprise you," he replied, smiling. Getting L to teach him a lot of French meant that L would be around more.
L smiled. "That'll work, too," he said, finishing his toast. "Not right now, though. Now, you have to get ready for class..." Taking his plate to the kitchen, L wondered to himself just what Raito -would- say to him if he learned enough French. Sometimes he thought he knew what Raito was feeling, but sometimes... L wasn't even sure if Raito knew himself.
Raito finished his own toast and followed L into the kitchen. "You keep worrying about my class... but don't you have work?" he asked, curious. He had thought that L started working before his class, but maybe he had been wrong.
L shrugged. "Work's been messed lately, what with all the chaos going on..." he said, uncaring. "Aizawa's family's been having issues, Yagami-san's struggling to help Sayu get into a good high school, Mogi's just being Mogi... I mostly work on my own nowadays, and if I come in late, no one will so much as bat an eye, if they're even there at all."
L paused, considering. ".....Nia and Mello might notice, though," he said, his eyes widening a bit as he realized the implications. "They're staying there, as Mello got hurt, and... they'd..." They would notice if he was late. They noticed everything, as his successors. And that meant...
L flushed darkly. They'd definitely notice if he showed up late wearing a turtleneck into work.
"They'd what?" he asked at first, and then his eyes fell on the mark that he'd made and he blushed. "O-oh, yeah, that would be a problem." He would apologize, except... as he eyed it again, he knew that it wouldn't be that sincere. It looked really hot on L.
"......" L smiled a bit, looking up sideways at Raito. "A bit possessive, are we?" he commented, teasing. "It was like you wanted to mark me as your own for the world to know..."
Raito's blush burned brighter and he looked away, embarrassed. Of course L would have been able to see through him on this. "And if I did?" he finally mumbled.
L smiled, flushing a bit himself. ".....notice I'm not complaining," he murmured back, his eyes dark.
Now that response had greatly pleased Raito's more animalistic side, and he glanced back at him, his eyes darkening. "Good," he purred, suddenly having the urge to ravish L again, school be damned.
L flushed a bit at Raito's reaction, his eyes still dark, shivering slightly as Raito purred. "...I should be able to mark you back, though," he said, words slipping from his mouth without his brain filtering the thoughts. "It's only fair, you know. And you might like it, too..."
"Of course, you're completely right," Raito drawled in a slightly deeper voice as he leaned against the kitchen counter. He tilted his head and his eyes gleamed in a silent invitation.
L didn't need to be told twice.
Moving next to Raito, L leaned down, pressing a light kiss to his neck before sucking on it; a hot, open-mouthed kiss on the spot as he let his tongue trail around. His teeth bit into his skin lightly, enough to sting, before his tongue soothed away the pain, sucking still, making his mark.
"Nnn," Raito purred as L sucked, his eyes growing lidded. His breath hitched at the sudden sting, but he let out a soft, low groan as L continued to suck. There was something so... incredibly hot about being marked like this, knowing that the intent was posessive.
L's eyes darkened a bit more, his own breath catching in his throat. For a moment, he was tempted to move down a bit and mark an L onto his neck, but resisted the impulse, instead laving at it more, sucking, making sure this mark would turn out a dark purple, one that wouldn't fade for a while.
L's enthusiasm was such a turn-on, and he knew that he'd have trouble thinking in class now, but he didn't care because this felt really good. He found himself purring again, as he closed his eyes to bask in the feeling.
L found himself reacting to Raito's noises unconsciously, unable to help himself. It was hot to hear him affected like this, and it was torture for L to pull himself away, giving the mark one last, lingering lick.
That... had ended too soon, Raito decided. Unsatisfied with just that, he leaned forward and kissed him, wildly and passionately. He wanted to make L feel as dazed as he was feeling.
"Nnnn...!" Caught off guard by Raito's kiss, L reacted instinctively, his hips flushing up against Raito, kissing him back with equal fervor. Breathless, L's tongue tangled with Raito's, and L found his resolve to let Raito go to class on time slipping very, very fast.
Raito had certainly abandoned the idea of punctuality, preferring to continue the kiss, his tongue sliding and swirling around L's, as he moved his arms to encircle L's thin waist, to hold him close.
Moaning slightly, L clung to Raito desperately, trying to kept some semblance of his mind. His lungs nearly bursting for need of oxygen, L broke the kiss, panting, his face flushed, his eyes dazed. "Ahh, Raito... ah.. you have class, we have to stop..."
Class? Now? How inconvenient. Though judging by the look in L's eyes, he had at least accomplished his goal. "Fine," he said, almost sounding like a petulant child, "Though I'd rather stay here." He leaned forward and playfully nipped at his lower lip to punctuate his point.
L shivered, nearly groaning aloud. Why did he have to be the mature, responsible one? "We can always come back here another time," L said breathlessly, his eyes dark. "Sometime when you don't have class..."
Raito nodded. "Yes, that way there won't be any interruptions," he murmured. Raito was finding out just how much he hated interruptions; it was a fury that hadn't existed before, really. And though he agreed, he took the moment to enjoy their embrace some more, instead of breaking away.
L nuzzled against him a bit, pressing a last lingering kiss to his neck, not quite having the will to break free and go. Sure, he'd get more than a few odd glances from the investigation team, and sure, he'd get stared at by the others, but... being here, with Raito, secure in his arms?
It was worth it all.
~le fin~
[Where]: café, Raito's apartment
[When]: early morning
[Rating]: NC-17. Because who needs kid-friendly logs? :P
[On What]: MSN, third person
[Summary]: Directly following this log, L wakes up early and leaves, making Raito distraught. He finds him in a café, and after some fluff they go back and smut happens. There's more fluff afterwards, and L discovers that Raito is hiding something.
Raito in black text, L in green text
L stirred his coffee, looking down as the cream swirled in the dark liquid. Really, he wondered, what was he doing in a café down the street from Raito's apartment? He should have stayed, Raito would be concerned, but...
L sighed, adding another creamer and sugar at once. He shouldn't be getting so attatched to Raito, really... he could end up getting hurt. And even though Raito'd said he wanted something more, L couldn't help but fear he had just been telling him what he wanted to hear.
Raito was a fairly light sleeper, so it wasn't long after L had left that he began to stir from his sleep. He opened his heavily lidded eyes, wanting to see L, except... he wasn't there. The weight on his eyes seemed to evaporate as he processed this. He felt the space beside him and it was still warm, indicating that L hadn't left too long ago. Maybe he was still in the apartment? But when he pushed himself off the couch and looked around, L was nowhere to be found. A sense of dread rose in his body, and it settled in his stomach like a real weight. Where was he? Why did he leave? Uncaring of his disheveled appearance, he slipped his sandals off and left his apartment in frantic search for him. He decided to retrack their steps from the night before. Hopefully, L hadn't gone too far.
L shivered slightly in the cool morning air, adding more sugar to his coffee. It was getting to the point where it was more of a sludge than a beverage, but the action comforted L, and gave him a moment's peace. His eye circles darker than ever, L stirred through the sludge, wondering just when he'd let himself get so exposed.
On his route he spotted a café, the one that he goes to most often. He knew that L liked coffee, and it was still early in the morning, earlier than Raito usually got up, so there was a slight chance of him being in there. It couldn't hurt to look, right? He just had to make it quick. He rushed inside the café and took a quick glance around. There weren't too many people there yet... he stopped when he spotted familiar hair. Could it really be him? He approached, calling him out hesitantly. "Ryuuzaki?" If he was wrong it would be greatly embarrassing, but he couldn't bring himself to care.
L turned, hearing his name, his eyes dark and tired. Something flickered across them at the sight of Raito, a feeling jolting his midsection, while L gave him a tired smile. "Raito," he said, unable to bring himself to add the '-kun'. "What are you doing up so early? I thought you'd sleep for a bit more."
The relief of finding L grew evident on Raito's face, as he smiled slightly. "I'm usually not up this early, but... I think you woke me up," he answered simply. Raito took a seat next to him and slumped slightly; he was still tired, after all. "Why did you leave?" Raito asked softly, worry coloring his voice.
L looked over at Raito. He was obviously tired, and had felt obligated to find why he'd left... L hadn't meant to spur Raito into feeling guilt. "I... I don't sleep much," L told him, stirring the muddy drink. "And I... I didn't want to burden you when you woke up, I suppose. I thought you'd want to get your sleep."
Burden him? Raito couldn't imagine L being a burden. "It wouldn't have been a burden," he assured him with a soft smile, "I can survive getting less sleep if it means you'll stay." It was true. Raito loved his sleep, but he'd rather be with L instead.
L looked at Raito, something showing in his eyes. "........" He looked away. "You have classes, ne?" he murmured, biting his thumb. "And you need your sleep... I hadn't intended to impede you..." Did Raito really want him to stay...? L found himself doubting it. Staying meant sharing your space, and... well, L knew that he didn't like to share -his- space.
Raito shook his head. L wasn't getting the point here. "Just because I need it doesn't mean I want it." He leaned in closer, a smile curling on his lips. "And what I do want is for you to stay." His smile faltered slightly as he considered something. Maybe... "Unless you don't want to," he amended softly.
L's eyes widened, and he saw something in Raito's eyes. Before he could think, his hand had shot out to cling at Raito's sleeve, keeping him there. L flushed a bit at his impulsiveness, but forged on ahead anyway. "I... I'd love to stay," he admitted softly, looking up at him. "I just... I don't like to impose on people."
Raito smiled, relieved to know that he'd been wrong. "Don't worry about that," he assured, leaning in to give him a brief kiss. "Just let me get some coffee then we can go back." Yes, he really needed some coffee right now.
L smiled, closing his eyes and curling against Raito a bit. "You can have mine, if it's still consumable," he murmured, comforted by Raito's warmth. "I found that... I couldn't really drink anything, before..."
Raito frowned slightly. "Why?" he asked as he picked up L's drink and took a sip. Wow, that tasted a lot more like sugar than coffee, it didn't even feel like a real liquid, but Raito wasn't too surprised. It was actually quite good.
L colored slightly, looking away. "I... didn't really want to leave this morning..." he said, fiddling with his thumbnail. "I just... sat here for a bit, to get out of the cold, fiddling with the coffee and thinking about things..."
L didn't want to admit that he'd wanted to stay curled up against Raito and fall back asleep. He didn't want to admit that he'd loved the feeling of being cared for, waking up in Raito's arms. He didn't want to admit to anyone, least of all himself, that maybe, just maybe, he was starting to open up.
Raito's eyes softened. "Then don't leave next time. Don't do things you don't want to," he answered simply. Raito wanted a next time, anyway; he hoped for one. He took another sip of the drink, which was quickly waking him up. "So let's go back, it's more comfortable there."
L smiled a bit. Next time... "Okay," he said, standing up, reluctantly slipping his sandals back on. He looked to Raito, his eyes flickering with an emotion for a moment as he did. "You done with the coffee-sludge?" he asked, teasing a bit.
Raito stood up with him and grinned. "Almost." He took a long sip from the drink, until it was empty. He let out a satisfied noise. "Now I am. It was a great sugar drink, I couldn't even taste the coffee!" he teased back as he threw the cup in the trash and walked out the café with him. He was feeling rejuvenated, though he knew he'd crash during his classes, but he couldn't bring himself to care.
L laughed, smiling. Raito was happy, and Raito was in a good mood. He followed him out of the café, smiling a bit. "It's early," he mused. "University classes usually don't start until 3 hours from now, at the earliest. We could go back to sleep, if you want, though I'm not quite sure that would work, with all the caffeine you just had, or play a game..."
Raito shook his head. "No, sleep isn't an option," he confirmed. A game could be nice, but... he remembered what he had said before they slept, and he knew that was what he needed to do. "We could play a game later, but I have something else in mind first." A not-so-innocent smile curled on his lips.
"Oh?" L blinked, glancing up at Raito. The look on Raito's face took a moment to register, but when it did, L flushed and looked away quickly, shivering slightly, his grip on Raito's hand tightening. "...oh," he said faintly.
Raito squeezed L's hand in response as he grinned. He loved seeing L flush, and he planned to see it much more. Raito wasn't used to thinking in such a way, but it came so naturally when L was concerned. When they entered his apartment, Raito took no time in kissing him, nice and soft to start with.
L made a slight noise of surprise, not expecting Raito to move so quickly, before relaxing, kissing him back softly. Well, it made sense, he supposed. It was always nice to kiss Raito, and he hadn't kissed him 'good morning' yet. The kiss was soft, unthreatening, and L found himself relaxing, melting into Raito's touch as he kissed him back.
Raito slipped his arms around L, pulling him flush against his body. It had been a bit cold, and being so close was so warm, and it felt so good. Gradually, Raito kissed him harder, with more passion. He was in no rush, he was enjoying this.
Winding his arms around his neck, L kissed him back, his face flushing slightly, gradually warming up. Being so close to Raito was nice, warm, and L found he seemed to fit against him perfectly, as if he was belonged there.
L flushed a little at that thought. Kissing Raito seemed to make his thoughts decidedly more odd than they usually were.
Raito's hands were itching to move, so they moved up and down his back at first, innocent touches. But Raito - well, okay, his recently awakened libido - was getting a little impatient, and wanted to make this hotter, so as Raito deepened the kiss, his tongue meeting L's, his hands moved up under his shirt.
"Nnnn..." His hands moving from lingering on his back to tightening slightly on his shoulders, L kissed him back, doing his best to keep up, his face flushed, his tongue tangling with his. Raito's hands... the cold or Raito's hands against his warm chest was incredible, and a moan escaped him as he shivered under his touch.
Raito practically purred at hearing L's moan. This was more like it. As their tongues continued to dance, Raito trailed his hands up slowly, enjoying the feeling of L shivering under his touch, until he found a nipple. He brushed his thumb over it experimentally, wanting to see the reaction.
L gasped, a feeling of heat growing inside. He kissed Raito back more, passionate, knowing he needed, craved something more. His body reacting under Raito, L tried to drown his soft sounds in the kiss, despite his need for air.
Oh, that was encouraging. He grinned into their kiss, his passion growing to meet L's, as he rubbed the hardening nipple continuously, in a circular motion. His other hand slid down slowly to grasp onto L's narrow hip.
"...ah!" Breaking the kiss, panting, dizzily, needing air, L looked at Raito, dazed, his eyes dark. What Raito was doing... it was... ah... "Raito..." he moaned slightly, trying to retain his mind. "We're right inside your doorway in your living room. Anyone could see..."
L's eyes, and that moan went straight to his groin, so it took him a moment to register L's words. "At this time of day?" he murmured, pouting slightly since that was the reason the kissing had stopped. Raito obliged him anyway, removing his hand from L's hip and reaching behind him to close the door. Once it clicked shut, he gently pushed L against it with a smirk. "Is that better?" he drawled, resuming the rubbing.
"Nnn...!" Unable to point out that he was still pressed against the wall in Raito's living room from Raito's effective distractions, L moaned, biting his lip hard, trying to keep from making any noise, save his pants. It was embarassing that this was affecting him so much... but it was so good, too...
Raito simply couldn't get enough of that moan, and did NOT like that L wanted to silence himself. No, that would not do at all. Determined to get him to make more noise, he zeroed in on a spot high on L's neck and began sucking it hard, deciding to skip over being gentle at first.
L gasped, a ragged moan tearing itself from his throat as Raito latched his lips to his neck, panting, his face flushed with the heat. Arching unconsciously against Raito slightly, still pinned to the wall, L tried to catch his breath, failing miserably at each attempt.
Raito loved seeing, hearing L like this, since he was normally so composed... it was almost like a drug. He nipped at L's skin to make a mark; that territorial feeling was coming back, he wanted to be the only one who could do this to L.
A cross between a whimper and a moan escaped him, and L clung to Raito's shirt desperately, as if trying to keep himself grounded to the earth. He'd never known he had so many nerves in his neck, or that being kissed there could feel so very good... Groaning again, his nails digging into Raito's skin a bit, L gave himself over to the feeling, his brain ceasing to work.
Raito kept sucking on that spot, spurred on by those delicious sounds. Raito teased L's nipple a little longer before slipping his hand out of his shirt and, with both hands clinging to L's hips, he moved his hips against L's, wanting to see how far along he was.
"Ah...!!" His fingers digging into Raito near painfully, L moaned hard as Raito brushed against him, unable to help himself. panting his face flushed, he looked up at Raito, his eyes dark. It wasn't as if he could help it, what with the kissing and all... and Raito didn't mind it, right?
As if the contact hadn't been enough for Raito, seeing that reaction was an extreme turn-on, and he felt himself growing harder, his mind more hazy. He moved against him again, nibbling on the bruising spot to cover his own moan.
L moaned, fevered, unable to help his response, moving against Raito slightly in response. The mix of pain and pleasure from his neck was going straight to his groin, and L was having a hard enough time breathing without the added stimulation of Raito grinding against him.
...not that he minded, of course.
Raito detached himself from L's neck, and he noted with pleasure that there was a definite bruise there, one that would probably be hard to hide. He rolled his hips against him, and the pleasure was intense, enough to make him close his eyes tightly and release a haggard moan.
"Nnnn! Ahh... Raito...!" Panting, L arched against him, gasping for air. Clinging to him, L shuddered at every movement Raito made against him, doing his best not to fall to pieces and collapse to the ground right there.
Hearing his name like that was so amazingly hot, and he decided right then that these pants were a nuisance. While he was incredibly turned on, he wanted to put L first this time, so he moved his hand to the front of L's jeans, ready to unzip. "Is this okay?" he whispered in his ear in unusual shyness for the situation, as he pressed his palm against his bulge.
"Ah..." L flushed darkly, but managed to meet Raito's eyes and nod. "Nnn... go ahead..." This was terribly, terribly embarrassing, but L found he just couldn't stop. Gripping Raito's shoulders still, L made an effort to touch Raito as well, trailing his hands down his side to cup him in the front as well. "...is this okay for you too?"
L didn't have to tell him twice. Raito was about to unzip his pants when he felt L's hand on him, and he let out a choked gasp at the contact. "Y-yes," he uttered, his voice deep. He then unzipped his pants, his hands shaking slightly. He was so new to this; nervousness surged in him suddenly, making his actions slower.
L shivered at Raito's tone. His voice was low, husky, and it sent shivers running down his spine. Trailing his fingers up and down his front, L slipped a hand past Raito's waistband, stroking him a bit, hoping his hand was warm enough. The drugged thought of wanting to hear Raito talk to him more in that tone of voice drifted across his mind lazily, and L shivered at the thought.
Raito shuddered against him, moaning at the sensation. Oh, that was so good... but he forced himself out of the haze momentarily to slip his hand in L's pants to return the gesture, stroking him hesitantly.
"Nyaa...!" Clinging to Raito with one hand, glad he was able to support his weight, his other hand stroking Raito, L shuddered, trying to hold himself back. Ah, those sounds Raito was making, and his hand... Biting his lip, refocusing himself, L cupped Raito again, running his hand over this head, palming him with his hand, trying to recall what had worked from the previous night.
Raito moaned as he thrusted up against the hand. Ohgod, that felt amazing, but... Raito had an idea. "W-Wait," he breathed out, voice still deep, as he grasped L's hand and moved it to the side. He pushed both of their pants down slightly, then he moved his hips against his, this time their erections made direct contact and Raito released a shuddering moan from the pleasure.
Flushing at being exposed so intimately to Raito's sight, L's embarrassment was fast cut off by a keening moan, gasping as Raito rubbed himself along him. Raito was grinding into him, and... nn, his moans and his voice... Trying to elicit more words from him, L managed to pant out a question. "Ahh...! Nnn, do you like this, Raito?"
Raito grinned at the question; it was naughty and a bit wild. "Like it?" he asked, his voice seeming to be stuck at this lower octave, "No, I completely love it!" Raito grinded against him again for emphasis, reveling in the extreme, amazing pleasure it produced, letting out a low moan.
L tensed against him, his fingers digging into Raito's shoulders at his words and his low moan. This was so good, nearly too much... and L knew he wouldn't last much longer. "Ah, Raito, I- I'm-" His lips not forming the proper words as he panted, L thrust back against him, moaning, his voice rising in a warning that he was nearing the edge.
Raito moaned in response, both at this intense heat pooling in his groin and what he said; he had a feeling what was going to happen, so he panted out, "Ryuuzaki..." before thrusting against him a few times in a row, hard and fast.
Lost at Raito's thrusts, L threw his head back and moaned. "Nnnn!! Ahh, Raito...!" Gasping, he shuddered against him, his nails digging into him as he came, his mind gone as he climaxed hard.
Seeing and hearing L as he came was the hottest thing he had ever seen, and he felt himself suddenly much closer to the edge as well. He leaned in to kiss him softly when the climax seemed finished. "You're beautiful, Ryuuzaki," he murmured, his voice still deep, his eyes still dark with pleasure and lust.
Panting, L looked up at Raito through dark eyes, flushed, shivering at his words. Raito... Raito had been so thougtful, and here he'd gone and finished before Raito could as well. Leaning in and pressing a sweet kiss to his lips before moving down Raito's front, falling to his kneed, he looked up at Raito, blinking at him with large eyes, coy. "...let me try something, Raito? I want to help..."
L was... suddenly on the ground, on his knees, in front of his erection and looking up at him like that and saying something like that and he had to bite his lip to keep himself from moaning at just those things. He shivered instead, panting, "G-go ahead."
A curious gleam in his eye, L touched Raito directly, cupping him, feeling the weight of him on his hand for a moment, just examining. It was thick and velvety, and all-together too warm. Moving forward a bit, L licked at the head tentatively, before sliding him into his mouth, swirling his tongue around, curious to see how he could get Raito to respond.
Raito groaned when L had cupped him, his breath hitched. When he felt a wet warmth licking and then engulfing him, he moaned, long and deep as the new, intense pleasure filled him. He felt his legs growing weak, and he had to extend a hand to the wall to keep himself upright.
L shivered at Raito's sound, sliding his tongue around him. Being able to do this to Raito, being able to make him squirm... it was a heady feeling of power, something intoxicating, and L found himself taking more into his mouth, sucking, as one hand moved lower to play at his base and cup his balls.
This pleasure was... amazing, and so intense, he could have never imagined feeling this good. All capacities of thought had vanished; he was just a creature of lust now as he moaned wantonly. Oh, he was getting so close now...
Remembering something he'd read about relaxing his throat muscles, L slid him down his throat, humming slightly, wondering what sort of stimulation the vibrations would produce. Dragging his fingers through his hair, L ran a finger over his perinium, pressing, watching as Raito reacted, wanting to push him over the edge.
Oh fuck, feeling that wet heat envelop him coupled with those vibrations, oh, it was more pleasure than his body could handle. "I-I'm gonna..." he managed to warn, amidst a shuddering moan. Feeling the pressure in that spot was the last straw and he came, the pleasure exploding like a supernova. It was all he was aware of as he gasped, shuddered and moaned in ecstasy, his legs almost giving out. As the pleasure faded, he began to try to catch his breath. Last night had been amazing, but... that had been even better, and that was overwhelming.
His eyes widening before tightening closed, L choked slightly, coughing, swallowing around him, caught a bit off guard. Waiting until he was sure Raito was done, L pulled away, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, looking up at him, a sparkle in his eyes, looking altogether too satisfied with what he had done.
Once the haze cleared in his mind, he looked down at him and took in that satisfied look, which made L look really hot... he couldn't help but respond with a pleased grin in return, until he remembered how he had came without warning. He grew concerned. "I'm sorry, I should've..." he trailed off. His flush had just been dissipating when it came back, now out of embarrassment. Even after doing all that, he still couldn't talk about it. He decided to change course, adding with a soft voice, "But thank you, that was... amazing."
L smiled, standing up, brushing a sweaty lock of hair that'd fallen infront of his eyes behind his ear. "You don't need to apologize. You tried to warn me. And that only meant that I did it right, ne?" L smiled at him softly, his own face a bit pink as well. "And... I wanted to, besides. It was..." L trailed off, searching for words, before looking back up at Raito. "...I like making you feel things," he said.
Raito relaxed, glad that L was okay with that. At his last statement, he felt a warm rush of affection rise in him, and he smiled sweetly. "I think I can understand that; it was amazing to make you..." he trailed off, again, his cheeks deepening in color. Sheesh, during sex he had no shyness at all, but now that it was over it was rushing in at full-force. He was still innocent in a way.
L flushed a bit too. Doing things was much easier than discussing them... "I know," he said simply, looking up at him still, blushing. Impulsively, L leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, before pulling away, his eyes sparkling. "We still have an hour or so before you have class, I think," he said, musing. "What do you want to do until then? I could attempt to make breakfast, if you want... toast and eggs aren't all that hard..."
Raito pouted a little when he broke the kiss so quickly, but it was replaced with a small smile when he suggested breakfast. He shook his head. "No, this is my place, I should be the one making breakfast," he said, following the norms of hospitality, "But you can help if you want."
L smiled, his eyes lighting up. "Do you know how to make French toast?" he asked. "I had that once, and it was really sweet and good, but I never learned how..." His arms were around Raito a bit, L realized, as if they had subconsciously wound around him, and his head was resting on his shoulder, despite the fact that Raito probably didn't need the extra weight. L flushed a bit, but didn't move.
Raito drew him a bit closer, enjoying the contact, not finding it troublesome at all. "I do, actually. That and many other sweet things. My mom loves to cook, and she taught me all her recipes," he informed, smiling at the memory. "It wasn't too long ago, because she was scared that I'd starve out here by myself without knowing," he added with a laugh.
L smiled, still flushing a bit, curling against him a bit more. "D'you want to go and start that, then?" he asked, nuzzling against him, pressing a warm kiss to his neck. "You should probably eat something before your class. There's a 78% chance that it will help you function better if you do."
Raito's eyes fluttered a bit, feeling very content. This is what real happiness was, he was sure. "Alright. With that high of a statistic how can I say no?" he mused with a lightly amused grin. He let go of L and took his hand to lead him to his small but cozy kitchen, where he began to take out a pan, a bowl and the ingredients.
L smiled, squeezing Raito's hand as he followed him. He glanced around the kitchen and ajoining dining room observing. A few school books were scattered across the dining room table, along with a few notebooks...
L paused, his eyes snagging on one. That notebook wasn't a spiral, unlike the others, the labels of 'Psychology' and 'Child Education' decorating their fronts. And it seemed somehow be... familiar.
Raito was quick to begin preparing the meal; he's made it for himself numerable times, so it's gotten easier everytime. He was also used to doing it alone, so he wasn't sure how to include L in the cooking. He turned to look at L, and saw how close he was to his Love Note... gah, he had been so stupid to leave it out like that. Ignoring the feeling of rising dread, he said, "Ah, so you found my school stuff! There's nothing really interesting there, though," he said lightly, with an underlying meaning of "so come back here".
L's eyes flicked back to Raito, raising an eyebrow. His tone of voice... it was as if he had something to hide. "It must be interesting enough for you to keep you going to class every day," he said mildly, but moving back into the kitchen nonetheless. "Anything I can help with with the cooking?"
Raito sagged a little in relief. Trying to explain everything about the Love Note would've been exhausting right then. "Well yes, but I didn't think textbooks and notes would be all that exciting," he covered in a wry tone. He returned his focus back to the meal. "You can help me get this bread all sugary if you'd like," he said, gesturing to the bowl filled with cinnamon sugar liquid.
L blinked. "...how?" he asked, curious. "If you put bread in that, it'll get soggy." His eyes noting the subtle changes in Raito's body language, his mind stored away tidbits of information as they came. Interesting... it appeared Raito -was- hiding something from him. Odd...
"You dip it into this, and then you put it on the pan and let it cook for awhile," Raito explained. The pan was already buttered up and heated; it was just waiting for the bread. "If done right, it should be soft but not soggy."
L blinked. "Ano... perhaps you should do that part. I don't want to mess it up," he said, backing away a bit. "I'm... not the best at cooking. Here, I'll clean up the table a bit so we can eat." Returning to the dining room, L began stacking books and notebooks into organized little piles, creating an open space on the table for them to use.
That feeling of dread rose quickly in Raito again. He knew that if he tried to stop L, that'd look suspicious, but if he came across the Love Note... Thinking quickly, he walked into the dining room and said, "Now that you mention it, the table is quite messy. I should put all these away now," he said smoothly, beginning to pick up some books.
L raised an eyebrow. "I've got it," he said, blinking at him. "Let me help with something, even if I'm useless in the kitchen. It's hard to fail at cleaning up a bit." His fingers skimming across the cover of a distinct notebook as he moved it out of the way, L's eyes were locked onto Raito's. What was he hiding from him.....?
Raito smiled assuredly. Damn, this had been a bad idea... time to save face. "Of course. I'll just take these and let you clean to your heart's content," he said with a chuckle. He quickly walked to his bedroom and put the books - along with the Love Note - in a dark corner, then came back to the kitchen to finish up the French toast.
L watched as Raito left. Raito was acting... odd. Hiding things. Leaving the room unecessarily. Being weird. A cold feeling crept into L's heart, but he ignored the feel. Moving to the stovetop, L concentrated on what he'd learned of cooking, making sure the toast didn't burn while Raito was gone.
When he returned he smiled at L, slipping back into his normal self now that the Love Note was safe. He quickly finished up the French toast and served it on two plates. "There you go," he announced as he took out the syrup and liberally poured it over his own plate, then set it down for L. Raito waited for him before taking a seat at the table to begin eating.
L looked at Raito, evaluating, before taking a seat. He perched in his usual way, his knees hugged to his chest. "Thank you," he said, picking up his piece and examining it before biting into it, enjoying the sweet taste. As far as normal food went, L didn't much care for it, but French Toast was an exception, as far as 'normal foods' went.
"What do you think?" Raito asked, a bit nervously, after L had taken a few bites. Cooking for himself was one thing, but cooking for others, especially L, was another...
L looked up, smiling. "It's very good," he murmured, taking another bit. "It's sweet. Thank you," he said again, licking his fingers of the cinnamon sugar mix. "You'll have to teach me how to make it sometime, perhaps. The last time I tried, I nearly burned the place down..."
Raito smiled, pleased at the compliment. "I'm glad you like it." He laughed at the last bit, saying, "I'd love to teach you... as long as you promise you won't burn this place down," he teased.
L laughed, flushing slightly. "I'll try," he said, impish. "Can't make promises I'm not sure I can keep, though." He smiled at Raito. His teasing was comfortable, playful, affectionate... just when had L begun to enjoy Raito's company so much? "What should I teach you in exchange?" he asked, his eyes sparkling. "After all, fair's fair..."
Raito paused, appearing to be in deep thought after L's promise. "I guess I can take that risk," he said, again with a teasing, affectionate tone. He was in real thought when L posed that question. "What do you think I should know?" he asked, curious.
L shrugged. "What do you want to learn?"
Raito pouted slightly at the non-answer, but he tilted his head as he thought about it. "I think I'll be fine with continued tutoring in English for now," he said with a smile.
L smiled a bit. "As you wish," he responded in English, his eyes dancing. "Perhaps after English I'll teach you French. Or Sweedish. Or something else."
"French would be nice," he agreed, speaking in English, though more slowly than L, "It is the language of love, right?" He smiled.
L flushed a bit but smiled, his eyes lighting up. Did that... no... but... "It is," he confirmed, before adding, "...would that be appropriate for you to learn now, then?" in a softer tone.
Raito's smile grew wider, and sweeter. "I'd like to learn now," he replied, his voice growing soft to match L's.
L's face colored, and his heart was doing weird things in his chest. His head felt dizzy, but in a good way, and his breath caught in his throat. "Ah... what... what sort of things do you want to lean how to say in French, then?" he asked, his eyes lost in Raito's. Raito's eyes were soft and dark, like space, only warmer, and L wondered how he'd never noticed before.
Raito's smile grew more flirtatious. He enjoyed flirting like this, it was fun and L's reactions were always so cute. "I'd like to learn many things," he began breezily, before he leaned in a bit over the table, "But at least enough to tell you how much I like you."
L smiled back, his cheeks still colored. "You'd have to tell me how much you like me first, then," he responded, "so I can translate it for you. Unless you just want me to teach you the entire language and you can figure it out on your own."
"I'd like to figure it out on my own... so that one day I can surprise you," he replied, smiling. Getting L to teach him a lot of French meant that L would be around more.
L smiled. "That'll work, too," he said, finishing his toast. "Not right now, though. Now, you have to get ready for class..." Taking his plate to the kitchen, L wondered to himself just what Raito -would- say to him if he learned enough French. Sometimes he thought he knew what Raito was feeling, but sometimes... L wasn't even sure if Raito knew himself.
Raito finished his own toast and followed L into the kitchen. "You keep worrying about my class... but don't you have work?" he asked, curious. He had thought that L started working before his class, but maybe he had been wrong.
L shrugged. "Work's been messed lately, what with all the chaos going on..." he said, uncaring. "Aizawa's family's been having issues, Yagami-san's struggling to help Sayu get into a good high school, Mogi's just being Mogi... I mostly work on my own nowadays, and if I come in late, no one will so much as bat an eye, if they're even there at all."
L paused, considering. ".....Nia and Mello might notice, though," he said, his eyes widening a bit as he realized the implications. "They're staying there, as Mello got hurt, and... they'd..." They would notice if he was late. They noticed everything, as his successors. And that meant...
L flushed darkly. They'd definitely notice if he showed up late wearing a turtleneck into work.
"They'd what?" he asked at first, and then his eyes fell on the mark that he'd made and he blushed. "O-oh, yeah, that would be a problem." He would apologize, except... as he eyed it again, he knew that it wouldn't be that sincere. It looked really hot on L.
"......" L smiled a bit, looking up sideways at Raito. "A bit possessive, are we?" he commented, teasing. "It was like you wanted to mark me as your own for the world to know..."
Raito's blush burned brighter and he looked away, embarrassed. Of course L would have been able to see through him on this. "And if I did?" he finally mumbled.
L smiled, flushing a bit himself. ".....notice I'm not complaining," he murmured back, his eyes dark.
Now that response had greatly pleased Raito's more animalistic side, and he glanced back at him, his eyes darkening. "Good," he purred, suddenly having the urge to ravish L again, school be damned.
L flushed a bit at Raito's reaction, his eyes still dark, shivering slightly as Raito purred. "...I should be able to mark you back, though," he said, words slipping from his mouth without his brain filtering the thoughts. "It's only fair, you know. And you might like it, too..."
"Of course, you're completely right," Raito drawled in a slightly deeper voice as he leaned against the kitchen counter. He tilted his head and his eyes gleamed in a silent invitation.
L didn't need to be told twice.
Moving next to Raito, L leaned down, pressing a light kiss to his neck before sucking on it; a hot, open-mouthed kiss on the spot as he let his tongue trail around. His teeth bit into his skin lightly, enough to sting, before his tongue soothed away the pain, sucking still, making his mark.
"Nnn," Raito purred as L sucked, his eyes growing lidded. His breath hitched at the sudden sting, but he let out a soft, low groan as L continued to suck. There was something so... incredibly hot about being marked like this, knowing that the intent was posessive.
L's eyes darkened a bit more, his own breath catching in his throat. For a moment, he was tempted to move down a bit and mark an L onto his neck, but resisted the impulse, instead laving at it more, sucking, making sure this mark would turn out a dark purple, one that wouldn't fade for a while.
L's enthusiasm was such a turn-on, and he knew that he'd have trouble thinking in class now, but he didn't care because this felt really good. He found himself purring again, as he closed his eyes to bask in the feeling.
L found himself reacting to Raito's noises unconsciously, unable to help himself. It was hot to hear him affected like this, and it was torture for L to pull himself away, giving the mark one last, lingering lick.
That... had ended too soon, Raito decided. Unsatisfied with just that, he leaned forward and kissed him, wildly and passionately. He wanted to make L feel as dazed as he was feeling.
"Nnnn...!" Caught off guard by Raito's kiss, L reacted instinctively, his hips flushing up against Raito, kissing him back with equal fervor. Breathless, L's tongue tangled with Raito's, and L found his resolve to let Raito go to class on time slipping very, very fast.
Raito had certainly abandoned the idea of punctuality, preferring to continue the kiss, his tongue sliding and swirling around L's, as he moved his arms to encircle L's thin waist, to hold him close.
Moaning slightly, L clung to Raito desperately, trying to kept some semblance of his mind. His lungs nearly bursting for need of oxygen, L broke the kiss, panting, his face flushed, his eyes dazed. "Ahh, Raito... ah.. you have class, we have to stop..."
Class? Now? How inconvenient. Though judging by the look in L's eyes, he had at least accomplished his goal. "Fine," he said, almost sounding like a petulant child, "Though I'd rather stay here." He leaned forward and playfully nipped at his lower lip to punctuate his point.
L shivered, nearly groaning aloud. Why did he have to be the mature, responsible one? "We can always come back here another time," L said breathlessly, his eyes dark. "Sometime when you don't have class..."
Raito nodded. "Yes, that way there won't be any interruptions," he murmured. Raito was finding out just how much he hated interruptions; it was a fury that hadn't existed before, really. And though he agreed, he took the moment to enjoy their embrace some more, instead of breaking away.
L nuzzled against him a bit, pressing a last lingering kiss to his neck, not quite having the will to break free and go. Sure, he'd get more than a few odd glances from the investigation team, and sure, he'd get stared at by the others, but... being here, with Raito, secure in his arms?
It was worth it all.
~le fin~