You Can’t Make Me. [Death Note, L/Raito, NC-17]
Title: You Can’t Make Me.
Author: arizonaicerose (Saku)
Rated: NC-17
Warnings: Sex between two men…Respect the rating.
Word count: ~3200
Summary: “I am never removing this chain. You can’t make me. It makes nights like these too easy, too perfect.” It is the perfect excuse for them to stay in the same bed.
A/N: I’m so so so sorry about the lateness! For some reason I really struggled with this one, I have no idea why either. But at least it all finally decided to work out.
Prompt was: -well-fucked - I’m never removing this chain. You can’t make me.
Teeth dig into Raito’s neck, leaving the teen gasping for air as his back arches, head falling to the side. Fingers (nails chewed almost to the quick) play with the buttons, pushing each one through the small hole. Leaning down, L plants a soft kiss, a butterfly light touch, to the skin that is exposed as he pushes away the fabric.
Slowly he works down the teen’s chest, pausing long enough to run his fingers along the well-defined muscles (watching and loving how they quiver under his tips). Fingers slide along before scratching at the boy’s nipples that stand out, begging for attention.
A broken cry escapes from Raito’s mouth, eyes fluttering shut as his head hits the wall. Another moan (with a name attached to the end of it) falls from his mouth as nails scrape across the hardened nubs, this time harder. Fingers clench into the white fabric before him as he gasps, trying desperately to control his breathing (to control his whole body, he feels like a live wire, every little touch already sending shocks down his spine).
“Raito,” L mutters as he lets his fingers circle around the boy’s nipples before tweaking them, “don’t hide your voice. I want to hear you.”
Teeth nip at the muscular chest before L finishes unbuttoning the black dress shirt, lips again plant soft, sweet kisses anywhere they can reach soft skin.
“B-but,” Raito tries to find his mind, his voice (everything is just too much for him, he can barely think through the haze), “what about everyone outside.” His cheeks flush violently at the thought of being overheard.
“Don’t worry about them.” L grasps the shirt tugging it away from the boy’s shoulders and off his arms, it slides along the chain stopping in the middle. “Tonight I promise you will let your voice be heard.”
Raito can only swallow harshly at that. ‘Why is it every damn thing he says makes me react so much,’ Raito wonders as he tugs at the oversized, white tee shirt. He refuses to be the only one shirtless tonight. L relents easily enough stepping back to tug off his shirt, letting it trail down the chain to mingle with Raito’s shirt.
And before the boy can blink, L is pressed back against the boy tilting his head as he presses his lips against Ratio’s. A tongue darts out sliding along the teen’s lip, asking for entrance, which is immediately granted. Pushing in L traces the mouth he knows and loves so much before sliding along Raito’s tongue, twisting and sliding around, while trying to coax it to life.
Raito moans into the kiss as he pushes back at L’s tongue, forcing his way into the mysterious detective’s mouth. In the back of his mind Raito can taste the remnants of sweet tea that lingers in mouth (and even though he hates sweet tea, Raito has to admit it tastes good right now).
Soon the two tongues are in a battle for dominance, one that neither is willing to give up. Neither man is ready to admit defeat. Pressed against each other, bare chests touching and rubbing as hands slide and scratch at each other the two press on, tongues flicking and twirling around each other. Oxygen becomes vital- they both feel their body’s craving it- but neither wants to break away. Raito breaths through his nose, harshly, as his fingers scratch and dig into the other man’s ebony hair.
L smirks into the kiss as he slides a hand down Raito’s well toned body before cupping the teen’s clothed erection, that was already straining in its confines. His hand slowly circles the erection before squeezing tightly.
Raito gasps as his mind blanks for a second, eyes rolling back in ecstasy. The lapse is quick, just a couple seconds long, but it is more then enough for L to dominate the kiss (he brings Raito back to where he belongs with the kiss).
Pulling away Ratio gasps, his forehead resting against L’s. His cheeks are already flushing a bright red, just like his kiss swollen lips. “That was mean,” he gasps before pressing back for another passionate kiss.
L pulls away just far enough to gasp for another breath. “Maybe,” he agrees with a smirk, his dark eyes staring into Raito’s, “but you need to remember your place as well.”
Fingers ghost down the boy’s stomach, Raito gasps at the touches as he arches away (he is so responsive tonight), before playing with the waistband of his jeans. A hand dips in, just above the boy’s briefs to palm the straining erection. L rubs his hand, smirking as he feels the cloth dampen.
“OH god!” Raito’s head falls back against the wall, thumping loudly though he refuses to care. “Don’t tease…please.”
Teeth nip at the pale neck as fingers curl into the beautiful chestnut locks before tugging his head to the side sharply. Raito moans as he lets his head fall over, shoulder pushing down, to offer his neck to L. An offer that the detective takes without a second thought. Teeth glide across the boy’s pulse point before sucking harshly.
He was going to be marked. Marked as L’s property.
“Mine,” L hisses into Raito’s ear before licking the red mark. Black eyes glint dangerously, L refuses to share (he has never been good at sharing his things).
“Yours,” Raito whispers as he rolls his hips against the hand that has stilled. Whimpering he pulls the other man closer trying to get some friction.
Instead L pulls his hand out (a smile playing on his face as he listens to Raito’s colorful complaints, if only his father could hear these words come from his perfect son’s mouth) before quickly undoing the boy’s jeans and pushing them down. Raito immediately kicks out of them, pushing the jeans away before letting his trembling fingers work at L’s.
It takes several attempts (and he swears that L laughing at him is not helping any) before he can get the button undone. The zipper is ripped down, almost tearing the fabric, and rough hands rip the pants down the detective’s thin legs.
“Get on your knees,” L commands, his voice low and heavy with lust. The command is emphasized with a firm push on Raito’s shoulders. And it does not take him a second command for the boy to sink to his knees.
Shaky hands (he can barely control his body as he feels the lust building within) grip the detectives boxers before sliding them down. Trying to ignore his straining erection, which is practically begging to be freed, Raito wraps his hand around the heated flesh before him. Already the tip is glistening from pre-come, and without a second thought Raito slides his mouth around the tip. Eyes close as he pushes forward, continuing until he feels the tip slam into the back of his throat.
Quickly he beings bobbing his head, eyes staying closed as he sucks harshly. His tongue slides along the tip (circling and tracing the slit) before he plunges back down, forcing as much into his mouth as he can. Raito’s left hand holds the detective’s hips in place while his right trails down to his own erection. Through the cloth (he needs to be touched, but at the same time he does not want to end too soon) Raito rubs his throbbing erection, pushing and scratching at the fabric.
Breathy, shaky moans fall from L’s mouth as he tangles his fingers in the chestnut hair, he wants nothing more then to thrust into the teen’s mouth but instead he forces all of his control to keep still (though he still cannot help the slight sway that his body has picked up).
He can feel his end coming quickly, faster then normal, because of the mouth that sucks and licks at him. ‘When did he get so good,’ L wants to know as fingers tighten their grip in the boy’s hair.
Raito hisses as he pulls away, eyes scrunched in pain. Fingers that had twisted in his hair now pull harshly, a couple strands of hair threatening to break away. “Ow, damn L.” Raito mutters as he sits back, breathing a sigh of relief as the grip loosens on his hair.
“Come here,” L mutters, his voice still breathless. His hand takes to petting the boy’s hair, fingers carding though the silky strands.
It does not take a second word before the teen is standing in front of L, arms wrapping around the other’s shoulders. Leaning forward he presses in for another kiss only to whine as it is broken far too early for his liking.
“Suck,” L mutters, his voice again deepens (Raito swears he can hear the lust that drips off of it), as he presses three fingers to Raito’s lips.
Incessant fingers push past Raito’s lips, brushing lightly against the teen’s tongue. Shuddering Raito leans forward, letting the fingers slide as far back as he can, eyes half lidded as he bobs his head. His tongue slides around each digit, sliding along the tips of each finger (a silent show of what he can do, something that L already knows), before sliding down between each one.
A hand wraps around L’s thin wrist, trying to hold the fingers in his mouth long as he feels the detective start to pull away. But the grip is light, nonrestrictive and L easily pulls his fingers out. A strand of saliva follows the ebony haired man’s fingers before breaking and falling down Raito’s face.
With his other hand L tugs at the briefs letting them fall down to the boy’s ankles, Raito quickly kicks out of them, his erection bobbing slightly as it was finally freed from the restraining confines. Raito shudders as he feels the cool air wrapping around his heated body, and he hugs the other man closer (he wants to feel L’s body against his- his heat).
L grabs a leg and lifts it until it is resting haphazardly around his waist. Preparation is always complete but fast, neither of them can wait and play around with fingers (Raito always wants more then the teasing, questing fingers and L is more then happy to comply). A finger quickly slides into Raito’s body, and the teen shudders in delight as he thrusts his hips back, meeting with each thrust. A second finger is added quickly (perhaps too quickly, but Raito does not care) and is scissored to stretch the boy. Just as quickly a third finger slides in, and this time the thrusts slow a little as they feel around. Searching…searching for that special spot.
“AH!” Raito feels himself crumple as he feels L’s fingers just lightly brush against the bundle of nerves. His already shaky leg can barely support him as he digs nails into L’s shoulders, as he tries to stay upright. Fingers slide out of the boy (again Raito whines at the loss, whimpers that he needs more) and trail down his smooth, perfect thigh. Nails dig into the porcelain flesh, there will be more marks tomorrow- marks everywhere- as he lifts the other leg up to his waist. Raito does not need any commands as he wraps his legs around the detective’s thin waist (how does one that consume so many sweets stay so thin, Raito wants to know) as his arms wrap around the man’s neck.
Carefully L lines up to the teen’s puckered entrance before pushing in, quickly- play time will be at another time. They both want this much too badly to play around. Raito cries out, his voice echoes in the room as he feels L suddenly fill him. Once he is pressed in completely- hips thrusting and shaking as he tries to push in deeper (he wants to be even deeper then possible)- L rests his head against the teen’s sweaty shoulder, warm breath wafting onto the shaky body before him. He can feel Raito petting at his hair, lips raining down soft, loving kisses onto his shoulder and neck (his tongue shakily licking at the shell of his ear).
Just when Raito feels like he cannot wait anymore for the other man to move, he feels the man’s hands slide to his hips grasping tightly, and the teen can feel his heart begin to race. L slides back, slowly as if to test first before setting a rhythm, before pushing back in. Shakily he takes a step forward, pushing Raito flush against the wall before sliding back out again.
Raito cries out, a moan attached to each breath as he feels the other man set a fast pace. Shakily he tries to thrust his hips down, to meet with each thrust, jarring both of them to the core. Fingers scratch at the pale man’s back, leaving glaring red trails (trails that threaten to bleed soon) as he slams his hips down, meeting each thrust harshly.
L pauses long enough to readjust the boy on him- pushing him lower on the wall so he can slam easier into the boy’s willing body. Raito cries out as he feels L’s harsh thrusts pounding into him (the sound of their bodies slamming into each other echo in the room). Fingers can only grip onto the shoulders tightly as he feels his body slide and slam into the wall (his head bangs off the wall, but he could care less at this point).
Pulling out L sets the boy back on shaky legs before grabbing the chain that had jiggled between them and pulls harshly. Raito blindly follows as he is drug towards a bed and pushed onto it. He bounces on the mattress slightly, legs hanging off the side, back pressed against the soft surface (it feels better then the wall before).
“You look so delicious,” L whispers as he leans down, lips pressing against Raito’s for another sloppy kiss. Fingers grip at the teen’s ankles as he presses the boy’s knees to his chest before sliding back in. Standing at the end of the bed, L rests his left knee on the mattress as he leans over, before he starts to thrust again. Another pounding, harsh pace is set and Raito can only writhe on the mattress. Fingers twist into the blanket as he feels the other man slam into him, his erection jumping and sliding along his stomach. He wants desperately to touch himself, but even more he wants to hear L demand him to touch himself.
Teeth sink into the boy’s shoulder as L marks him again (he will never share Raito ever). His hips sway and press harshly into the boy, but something still is off. Quickly he pulls out again, letting Raito’s ankles fall to the mattress as he leans back.
“Get on your hands and knees,” he orders again (and Raito loves it when he gets to hear this snarling, deep, lusting voice that demands him).
“L,” Raito mutters as he lazily rolls onto his hands and knees, pausing long enough to spread his legs just how he knows the other man loves it. Slowly he lowers his arms until elbows rest on the mattress, cheek pressed to his forearms as he glances back. “I want you in me.” He whispers, eyes shinning just right to make the teen look even more desperate (he knows just what buttons to push to get the other man to react).
L does not need a second invitation as he spreads the boy, pressing in and starts a quick, frantic pace. Ratio cries out as he feels the man above him slam and pound into him without reservation. Fingers dig and scratch at the blanket as he feels the chain that connects the two of them slide along his back. The chilled metal against his warmed skin feels heavenly and he is arching into the teasing touches trying to find more.
“So close,” L mutters as he holds the boy in a bruising grip, he can feel how Raito’s body shudders with each thrust, how he moves on the bed slightly. “Touch yourself. Make yourself come.”
Raito’s heart flutters as he finally hears the command he has been waiting for since they began. Shakily he slides an arm down the bed, fingers wrapping around himself before pumping. It does not take long before he matches L’s frantic rhythm.
Breathy cries fall from the teen’s mouth as he feels the heat pool and clench in his stomach, threatening to spill over any second. His back arches as hips thrust weakly trying to push back towards L’s frantic thrusts while trying to arch into his own hand (his body is conflicted at which stimulus it should reach out for).
Hands push at Raito’s hips, lowering the boy slightly before bending him more (L used to be amazed at how well the boy could bend, he never could have imagined just how flexible Raito was…or at least until they were in bed together) in hopes of finding that special spot again.
Hips pull back only to snap quickly and press back into the boy, slamming harshly into the body under him. Raito screams out as he feels L slam solely into the bundle of nerves, his hand clenching around his erection.
“So good,” Raito moans out as he feels his end coming quickly. Guttural moans are muted as Raito presses his face into the mattress, as his hand speeds up, desperation taking over.
L makes sure to hit that spot every time, as he watches the boy under him shudder and moan (he loves hearing that voice). Fingers scratch along the muscular back, before rounding around and grasping the teen’s hips in another bruising grasp (at this rate, Raito may not move tomorrow).
Raito gasps, as forehead presses harshly into the mattress as his back arches in a perfect arch. “L,” he whimpers as he comes, his warm seed coating his hand and the blanket under him.
Raito clamps around L as the detective thrusts, bringing him to his end much sooner then what he would have liked. Fingers dig into the boy’s hips as he presses deep into him, coating the boy’s insides. Raito shudders as he feels the other man fill him, a pleased moan hanging onto the end of his breath as he feels the other man slowly pull out.
Bonelessly Raito falls onto the bed, knees giving out as he lays out on the foot of the bed- and he could care less at how his feet hang off the edge or how he shivers as the chilled air finally hits his overheated body.
L barely makes it to the bed before he falls onto it, eyes staring at the white ceiling above him. His chest heaves as he tries to catch his breath. “Ratio,” the boy moans into the blanket, “I am never removing this chain. You can’t make me. It makes nights like these too easy, too perfect.” It is the perfect excuse for them to stay in the same bed.
Clutching the chain he gives it a sharp tug, signaling for the teen to come closer. It takes all of his energy to crawl over to the older man, curling up in his arms. Lazily they share one last kiss, their minds slowing and pulling them into a blissful sleep. Just before fatigue elopes L completely he weakly grabs at the blanket, tugging a corner over their spent bodies, barely covering them before drifting off to sleep.
Author: arizonaicerose (Saku)
Rated: NC-17
Warnings: Sex between two men…Respect the rating.
Word count: ~3200
Summary: “I am never removing this chain. You can’t make me. It makes nights like these too easy, too perfect.” It is the perfect excuse for them to stay in the same bed.
A/N: I’m so so so sorry about the lateness! For some reason I really struggled with this one, I have no idea why either. But at least it all finally decided to work out.
Prompt was: -well-fucked - I’m never removing this chain. You can’t make me.
Teeth dig into Raito’s neck, leaving the teen gasping for air as his back arches, head falling to the side. Fingers (nails chewed almost to the quick) play with the buttons, pushing each one through the small hole. Leaning down, L plants a soft kiss, a butterfly light touch, to the skin that is exposed as he pushes away the fabric.
Slowly he works down the teen’s chest, pausing long enough to run his fingers along the well-defined muscles (watching and loving how they quiver under his tips). Fingers slide along before scratching at the boy’s nipples that stand out, begging for attention.
A broken cry escapes from Raito’s mouth, eyes fluttering shut as his head hits the wall. Another moan (with a name attached to the end of it) falls from his mouth as nails scrape across the hardened nubs, this time harder. Fingers clench into the white fabric before him as he gasps, trying desperately to control his breathing (to control his whole body, he feels like a live wire, every little touch already sending shocks down his spine).
“Raito,” L mutters as he lets his fingers circle around the boy’s nipples before tweaking them, “don’t hide your voice. I want to hear you.”
Teeth nip at the muscular chest before L finishes unbuttoning the black dress shirt, lips again plant soft, sweet kisses anywhere they can reach soft skin.
“B-but,” Raito tries to find his mind, his voice (everything is just too much for him, he can barely think through the haze), “what about everyone outside.” His cheeks flush violently at the thought of being overheard.
“Don’t worry about them.” L grasps the shirt tugging it away from the boy’s shoulders and off his arms, it slides along the chain stopping in the middle. “Tonight I promise you will let your voice be heard.”
Raito can only swallow harshly at that. ‘Why is it every damn thing he says makes me react so much,’ Raito wonders as he tugs at the oversized, white tee shirt. He refuses to be the only one shirtless tonight. L relents easily enough stepping back to tug off his shirt, letting it trail down the chain to mingle with Raito’s shirt.
And before the boy can blink, L is pressed back against the boy tilting his head as he presses his lips against Ratio’s. A tongue darts out sliding along the teen’s lip, asking for entrance, which is immediately granted. Pushing in L traces the mouth he knows and loves so much before sliding along Raito’s tongue, twisting and sliding around, while trying to coax it to life.
Raito moans into the kiss as he pushes back at L’s tongue, forcing his way into the mysterious detective’s mouth. In the back of his mind Raito can taste the remnants of sweet tea that lingers in mouth (and even though he hates sweet tea, Raito has to admit it tastes good right now).
Soon the two tongues are in a battle for dominance, one that neither is willing to give up. Neither man is ready to admit defeat. Pressed against each other, bare chests touching and rubbing as hands slide and scratch at each other the two press on, tongues flicking and twirling around each other. Oxygen becomes vital- they both feel their body’s craving it- but neither wants to break away. Raito breaths through his nose, harshly, as his fingers scratch and dig into the other man’s ebony hair.
L smirks into the kiss as he slides a hand down Raito’s well toned body before cupping the teen’s clothed erection, that was already straining in its confines. His hand slowly circles the erection before squeezing tightly.
Raito gasps as his mind blanks for a second, eyes rolling back in ecstasy. The lapse is quick, just a couple seconds long, but it is more then enough for L to dominate the kiss (he brings Raito back to where he belongs with the kiss).
Pulling away Ratio gasps, his forehead resting against L’s. His cheeks are already flushing a bright red, just like his kiss swollen lips. “That was mean,” he gasps before pressing back for another passionate kiss.
L pulls away just far enough to gasp for another breath. “Maybe,” he agrees with a smirk, his dark eyes staring into Raito’s, “but you need to remember your place as well.”
Fingers ghost down the boy’s stomach, Raito gasps at the touches as he arches away (he is so responsive tonight), before playing with the waistband of his jeans. A hand dips in, just above the boy’s briefs to palm the straining erection. L rubs his hand, smirking as he feels the cloth dampen.
“OH god!” Raito’s head falls back against the wall, thumping loudly though he refuses to care. “Don’t tease…please.”
Teeth nip at the pale neck as fingers curl into the beautiful chestnut locks before tugging his head to the side sharply. Raito moans as he lets his head fall over, shoulder pushing down, to offer his neck to L. An offer that the detective takes without a second thought. Teeth glide across the boy’s pulse point before sucking harshly.
He was going to be marked. Marked as L’s property.
“Mine,” L hisses into Raito’s ear before licking the red mark. Black eyes glint dangerously, L refuses to share (he has never been good at sharing his things).
“Yours,” Raito whispers as he rolls his hips against the hand that has stilled. Whimpering he pulls the other man closer trying to get some friction.
Instead L pulls his hand out (a smile playing on his face as he listens to Raito’s colorful complaints, if only his father could hear these words come from his perfect son’s mouth) before quickly undoing the boy’s jeans and pushing them down. Raito immediately kicks out of them, pushing the jeans away before letting his trembling fingers work at L’s.
It takes several attempts (and he swears that L laughing at him is not helping any) before he can get the button undone. The zipper is ripped down, almost tearing the fabric, and rough hands rip the pants down the detective’s thin legs.
“Get on your knees,” L commands, his voice low and heavy with lust. The command is emphasized with a firm push on Raito’s shoulders. And it does not take him a second command for the boy to sink to his knees.
Shaky hands (he can barely control his body as he feels the lust building within) grip the detectives boxers before sliding them down. Trying to ignore his straining erection, which is practically begging to be freed, Raito wraps his hand around the heated flesh before him. Already the tip is glistening from pre-come, and without a second thought Raito slides his mouth around the tip. Eyes close as he pushes forward, continuing until he feels the tip slam into the back of his throat.
Quickly he beings bobbing his head, eyes staying closed as he sucks harshly. His tongue slides along the tip (circling and tracing the slit) before he plunges back down, forcing as much into his mouth as he can. Raito’s left hand holds the detective’s hips in place while his right trails down to his own erection. Through the cloth (he needs to be touched, but at the same time he does not want to end too soon) Raito rubs his throbbing erection, pushing and scratching at the fabric.
Breathy, shaky moans fall from L’s mouth as he tangles his fingers in the chestnut hair, he wants nothing more then to thrust into the teen’s mouth but instead he forces all of his control to keep still (though he still cannot help the slight sway that his body has picked up).
He can feel his end coming quickly, faster then normal, because of the mouth that sucks and licks at him. ‘When did he get so good,’ L wants to know as fingers tighten their grip in the boy’s hair.
Raito hisses as he pulls away, eyes scrunched in pain. Fingers that had twisted in his hair now pull harshly, a couple strands of hair threatening to break away. “Ow, damn L.” Raito mutters as he sits back, breathing a sigh of relief as the grip loosens on his hair.
“Come here,” L mutters, his voice still breathless. His hand takes to petting the boy’s hair, fingers carding though the silky strands.
It does not take a second word before the teen is standing in front of L, arms wrapping around the other’s shoulders. Leaning forward he presses in for another kiss only to whine as it is broken far too early for his liking.
“Suck,” L mutters, his voice again deepens (Raito swears he can hear the lust that drips off of it), as he presses three fingers to Raito’s lips.
Incessant fingers push past Raito’s lips, brushing lightly against the teen’s tongue. Shuddering Raito leans forward, letting the fingers slide as far back as he can, eyes half lidded as he bobs his head. His tongue slides around each digit, sliding along the tips of each finger (a silent show of what he can do, something that L already knows), before sliding down between each one.
A hand wraps around L’s thin wrist, trying to hold the fingers in his mouth long as he feels the detective start to pull away. But the grip is light, nonrestrictive and L easily pulls his fingers out. A strand of saliva follows the ebony haired man’s fingers before breaking and falling down Raito’s face.
With his other hand L tugs at the briefs letting them fall down to the boy’s ankles, Raito quickly kicks out of them, his erection bobbing slightly as it was finally freed from the restraining confines. Raito shudders as he feels the cool air wrapping around his heated body, and he hugs the other man closer (he wants to feel L’s body against his- his heat).
L grabs a leg and lifts it until it is resting haphazardly around his waist. Preparation is always complete but fast, neither of them can wait and play around with fingers (Raito always wants more then the teasing, questing fingers and L is more then happy to comply). A finger quickly slides into Raito’s body, and the teen shudders in delight as he thrusts his hips back, meeting with each thrust. A second finger is added quickly (perhaps too quickly, but Raito does not care) and is scissored to stretch the boy. Just as quickly a third finger slides in, and this time the thrusts slow a little as they feel around. Searching…searching for that special spot.
“AH!” Raito feels himself crumple as he feels L’s fingers just lightly brush against the bundle of nerves. His already shaky leg can barely support him as he digs nails into L’s shoulders, as he tries to stay upright. Fingers slide out of the boy (again Raito whines at the loss, whimpers that he needs more) and trail down his smooth, perfect thigh. Nails dig into the porcelain flesh, there will be more marks tomorrow- marks everywhere- as he lifts the other leg up to his waist. Raito does not need any commands as he wraps his legs around the detective’s thin waist (how does one that consume so many sweets stay so thin, Raito wants to know) as his arms wrap around the man’s neck.
Carefully L lines up to the teen’s puckered entrance before pushing in, quickly- play time will be at another time. They both want this much too badly to play around. Raito cries out, his voice echoes in the room as he feels L suddenly fill him. Once he is pressed in completely- hips thrusting and shaking as he tries to push in deeper (he wants to be even deeper then possible)- L rests his head against the teen’s sweaty shoulder, warm breath wafting onto the shaky body before him. He can feel Raito petting at his hair, lips raining down soft, loving kisses onto his shoulder and neck (his tongue shakily licking at the shell of his ear).
Just when Raito feels like he cannot wait anymore for the other man to move, he feels the man’s hands slide to his hips grasping tightly, and the teen can feel his heart begin to race. L slides back, slowly as if to test first before setting a rhythm, before pushing back in. Shakily he takes a step forward, pushing Raito flush against the wall before sliding back out again.
Raito cries out, a moan attached to each breath as he feels the other man set a fast pace. Shakily he tries to thrust his hips down, to meet with each thrust, jarring both of them to the core. Fingers scratch at the pale man’s back, leaving glaring red trails (trails that threaten to bleed soon) as he slams his hips down, meeting each thrust harshly.
L pauses long enough to readjust the boy on him- pushing him lower on the wall so he can slam easier into the boy’s willing body. Raito cries out as he feels L’s harsh thrusts pounding into him (the sound of their bodies slamming into each other echo in the room). Fingers can only grip onto the shoulders tightly as he feels his body slide and slam into the wall (his head bangs off the wall, but he could care less at this point).
Pulling out L sets the boy back on shaky legs before grabbing the chain that had jiggled between them and pulls harshly. Raito blindly follows as he is drug towards a bed and pushed onto it. He bounces on the mattress slightly, legs hanging off the side, back pressed against the soft surface (it feels better then the wall before).
“You look so delicious,” L whispers as he leans down, lips pressing against Raito’s for another sloppy kiss. Fingers grip at the teen’s ankles as he presses the boy’s knees to his chest before sliding back in. Standing at the end of the bed, L rests his left knee on the mattress as he leans over, before he starts to thrust again. Another pounding, harsh pace is set and Raito can only writhe on the mattress. Fingers twist into the blanket as he feels the other man slam into him, his erection jumping and sliding along his stomach. He wants desperately to touch himself, but even more he wants to hear L demand him to touch himself.
Teeth sink into the boy’s shoulder as L marks him again (he will never share Raito ever). His hips sway and press harshly into the boy, but something still is off. Quickly he pulls out again, letting Raito’s ankles fall to the mattress as he leans back.
“Get on your hands and knees,” he orders again (and Raito loves it when he gets to hear this snarling, deep, lusting voice that demands him).
“L,” Raito mutters as he lazily rolls onto his hands and knees, pausing long enough to spread his legs just how he knows the other man loves it. Slowly he lowers his arms until elbows rest on the mattress, cheek pressed to his forearms as he glances back. “I want you in me.” He whispers, eyes shinning just right to make the teen look even more desperate (he knows just what buttons to push to get the other man to react).
L does not need a second invitation as he spreads the boy, pressing in and starts a quick, frantic pace. Ratio cries out as he feels the man above him slam and pound into him without reservation. Fingers dig and scratch at the blanket as he feels the chain that connects the two of them slide along his back. The chilled metal against his warmed skin feels heavenly and he is arching into the teasing touches trying to find more.
“So close,” L mutters as he holds the boy in a bruising grip, he can feel how Raito’s body shudders with each thrust, how he moves on the bed slightly. “Touch yourself. Make yourself come.”
Raito’s heart flutters as he finally hears the command he has been waiting for since they began. Shakily he slides an arm down the bed, fingers wrapping around himself before pumping. It does not take long before he matches L’s frantic rhythm.
Breathy cries fall from the teen’s mouth as he feels the heat pool and clench in his stomach, threatening to spill over any second. His back arches as hips thrust weakly trying to push back towards L’s frantic thrusts while trying to arch into his own hand (his body is conflicted at which stimulus it should reach out for).
Hands push at Raito’s hips, lowering the boy slightly before bending him more (L used to be amazed at how well the boy could bend, he never could have imagined just how flexible Raito was…or at least until they were in bed together) in hopes of finding that special spot again.
Hips pull back only to snap quickly and press back into the boy, slamming harshly into the body under him. Raito screams out as he feels L slam solely into the bundle of nerves, his hand clenching around his erection.
“So good,” Raito moans out as he feels his end coming quickly. Guttural moans are muted as Raito presses his face into the mattress, as his hand speeds up, desperation taking over.
L makes sure to hit that spot every time, as he watches the boy under him shudder and moan (he loves hearing that voice). Fingers scratch along the muscular back, before rounding around and grasping the teen’s hips in another bruising grasp (at this rate, Raito may not move tomorrow).
Raito gasps, as forehead presses harshly into the mattress as his back arches in a perfect arch. “L,” he whimpers as he comes, his warm seed coating his hand and the blanket under him.
Raito clamps around L as the detective thrusts, bringing him to his end much sooner then what he would have liked. Fingers dig into the boy’s hips as he presses deep into him, coating the boy’s insides. Raito shudders as he feels the other man fill him, a pleased moan hanging onto the end of his breath as he feels the other man slowly pull out.
Bonelessly Raito falls onto the bed, knees giving out as he lays out on the foot of the bed- and he could care less at how his feet hang off the edge or how he shivers as the chilled air finally hits his overheated body.
L barely makes it to the bed before he falls onto it, eyes staring at the white ceiling above him. His chest heaves as he tries to catch his breath. “Ratio,” the boy moans into the blanket, “I am never removing this chain. You can’t make me. It makes nights like these too easy, too perfect.” It is the perfect excuse for them to stay in the same bed.
Clutching the chain he gives it a sharp tug, signaling for the teen to come closer. It takes all of his energy to crawl over to the older man, curling up in his arms. Lazily they share one last kiss, their minds slowing and pulling them into a blissful sleep. Just before fatigue elopes L completely he weakly grabs at the blanket, tugging a corner over their spent bodies, barely covering them before drifting off to sleep.