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L's Diary: Real World (Part Seven) |
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ENTIRE CHAPTER IS SMUT.
L was screwed alright.
Well, more like being screwed.
"Nngh..."
Another stifled moan wormed its way out his parted lips, moist and hot. He dig his nails in to the smooth expanse of skin that was the middle of his partner's back. Who had known a college student and suspected criminal would affect the genius in such a way?
"R-raito..."
There was no need to be so silent... at least, that was what L was thinking when he let out a particularly loud and needy moan of the younger man's name. The detective suddenly felt pressure at his crotch again. Raito's hand had wrapped around his arousal, thumb teasing his tip. L's entire body shuddered at the contact, becoming only more and more aroused at each passing wave of stimulation. The student wrapped his hand around the shaft, apply just enough pressure and speed to make his lover tip to the edge, but not over it. L's hips bucked forward in to the brunet's hand, sending shivers through both his body and his partner's. He was tilting off the edge of passion and abyss. The pressure in his lower regions built up against the touch of his lover's dexterous hand. However euphoric this feeling was, he needed more. He wanted release, but couldn't attain it. He wouldn't without having his lover closer to him than ever before. He couldn't without going farther than the two ever had before.
He wanted to be thoroughly dominated.
"Rai... to..." he half gasped, half moaned. The brunet had kissed his way from L's slender hips to a perked n****e on his chest. He flicked his tongue out, grazing the tip with a firm slowness that sparked sensitivity. Slowly, Raito covered the entire bud with his lips, gelty suckling and nibbling at the flesh, sending a sparkling tingle through L's body. L gasped again as Raito switched his attention to the n****e that was pinched between the fingers of his other hand.
"Yes?" the younger man's breath tickled his ear, making the heat flow off his face in waves.
"I want... I-I want..."
"You want this, don't you." It wasn't a question, but a statement.
The brunet grinned, a playfully dangerous glint present in his eyes even in the darkness. L felt fingertips press against his lips. Obediently, he parted his lips and flicked a tongue out and ran it along the length of his lover's index finger before taking the digits in to his mouth. He suckled at Raito's fingers gently and ran his tongue between each individual finger, moistening them as much as possible before the brunet pulled them away from between L's lips. The brunet trailed his fingers from the middle of L's backside and moved down. L flinched slightly at the hint of pressure that ran along his back side and traced around his entrance. The student was right. L wanted it.
He felt the fingers probe wetly in to his backside, sliding in gently, yet firmly. Intrusive and uncomfortable, he was nearly unable to still his constant flinching. The feeling soon became smoother. Another digit was inserted pushing deeper against the boundaries that he had never expected to be reached. His body arched against Raito's, pressing his whole self against his lover. He heard Raito gasp and felt the pressure of the passion that converged with need pooling in his lover's lower regions. He could feel the gentle care that Raito was putting in to preparing him, the way he would adjust and hesitate slightly when he felt his lover squirm uncomfortably.
L craned his head back to face his brunet lover, he beheld the most gorgeous sight his obsidian eyes had ever stumbled upon. Above him was Yagami Raito, looking every bit the god that he was, toned body glistening with sweat and eyes pouring desire. Suddenly, Raito latched his lips to L's, his tongue slipping through the parted lips, tasting the sugary breath that had tickled his neck every night. L had never before in his life even faintly imagined that he would be wanted in such a way. In fact, he had neer imagine anyone could fall in love with him. Sure, he'd had his share of offers at the orphanage, but those were mostly people -both female and male- who only looked at him because had the title of L. They had never bothered to look at him like he was human. To them, it was all hero-worship.
But not Raito. Raito was different; different because they were equals.
And then there was the first thrust. He felt his insides stretching, adjusting, aching and fulfilled, all to accommodate for Raito. The constant presence of Raito's chest against his back, hands constantly covering and uncovering, kneading and caressing his body - for the first time in his life, L was completed. Beads of sweat and saliva condensed on his partner's shoulder. His breath quickened more than he thought was humanly possible, reaching a height and space that he never knew existed. The hand that had previously been working the rest of his body refocused to his groin. Raito's hand had wrapped around his arousal, thumb teasing his tip. L's entire body shuddered at the contact, becoming only more and more aroused at each passing wave of stimulation. The student wrapped his hand around the shaft, apply just enough pressure and speed to make his lover tip to the edge, but not over it. The pressure in his lower regions built up against the touch of his lover's dexterous hand. L's hips bucked forward in to the brunet's hand, sending shivers through both his body and his partner's. He was tilting off the edge of passion and abyss. The strokes became a constant pump, rough and quick, running along his length. The friction sent a purple haze in to his mind, echoing nothing but lust and need - primal instinct.
"Raito!" He screamed as the brunet rocked one final thrust in to the detective before spilling his seed in to his lover; L releasing his own in to his lover's hand simultaneously.
They pulled away for a moment, readjusting their positions so that they could face one another. Raito pulled the older man in to his arms, burying his face in the the raven locks and inhaling. The man smelled of sweat, sex, and Raito. Just the way Raito liked it.
"L."
"Mmm...?" A sound used as a question.
"I... I love you."
L wrapped his arms around his lover, burying his face in to Raito's neck. He would fall asleep tonight because it had finally happened. Raito loved him.
That was all he needed.
 minikimii · Sat Nov 15, 2008 @ 05:34am · 0 Comments |
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