[ Once, Light is sure he would have known what to expect. L was a recluse in a tower that only allowed someone into his space if it was required while also being willing to invade your own comfort zone. That L was a virgin, at least by Light's assumptions. However, a year after arriving here and being forced into the real world without someone looking after his every need but also without the weight of 'L' on his shoulders, it's impossible to guess.
The way he slides to his knees and immediately removes any obstacles between himself and Light's pants suggests he's very practiced in this. It's an odd realization and one that will have to wait until later.
At least L is right: Light has no complaints about his next move and when he pushes aside pants and the underwear beneath he'll find him already rising to the occasion. It's not a position he would have offered in return; they're often on the same wavelength but it's not so odd for them to have a disagreement. Looking down at L between his legs, working to 'take care of him', it's impossible to see it as anything less than submission and vulnerability though perhaps experience should have taught him differently. Misa usually takes charge during sex and in spite of being in the 'receiving' position, most people would agree it's her who's in control if only because it's easier for Light.
More important than seeing submission in the act, he also sees a very, very attractive picture, and his body responds. Even while not fully hard, Light isn't a small man.
Reaching down, he runs a hand through L's hair in encouragement. The hand continues down, stroking his face before playfully running across his lips, Light's own face wearing a grin. Soon, L's mouth will be too busy to touch. ]
[L is glad to find that he's able to pull Light close and willing, though he's frankly surprised at how willing. It only goes further to light his own secret fires as he presses more insistently, modulating his teeth and tongue to pull Light closer, before drawing back, his mouth retreating while his hands squeeze more closely at his hips and buttocks.
They unite to press firmer and clearer. He only takes a break, slightly breathless, to tell Light what he thought the other man would already know.)]
Didn't you? I'm something of a provider...
[His bid for a masculine role as he dips again to take Light in, fully, carefully and committedly. The way he holds and grasps at Light's hips says that, indeed, for however quiet and submissive his posture, he reaches for a way to hold court and a way to ensure victory. If Light comes, this way, L remains untouched, unsullied, unknown. If Light comes this way, L gets something, just as much or more than the climax that would undo Light.]
[ A sharp gasp fills the room to add to the erotic noises that can only be attributed to the most intimate of acts. His body is human so it's not as if he's never gotten pleasure from the act itself, but with the chocolates acting as an enhancer, Light can say it's easily the best he's felt while being in someone's mouth.
Closed eyes can't see L, but the image is still seared into Light's mind. The detective is on his knees, mouth open and quickly taking him inside. It's impressive, more than he'd have assumed him capable of managing. Light isn't a small man.
Experienced. He isn't sure how he feels about that.
The flame of a candle has erupted into something that thrums throughout his blood. Light needs this, but there's only so much he can show without making it obvious that it's something he'd be disappointed to lose. Instead of allowing L to 'provide', he plans to be a more active participant. As his hand dips to cup the back of L's head, his hips give a testing roll; it isn't attractive to either of them if he gags the detective. ]
You're doing well.
[ Three words that sound innocent enough, but it's the tone that tries to wrestle back a bit of control. It's the voice of a man having something done for him, not that of a man having something done to him.
If L can manage to take him further with the roll of Light's hips, they can find a matching pace. The muscles in his stomach almost cramp with the need for L to continue, to move faster, to do more. He won't be satisfied easily. ]
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The way he slides to his knees and immediately removes any obstacles between himself and Light's pants suggests he's very practiced in this. It's an odd realization and one that will have to wait until later.
At least L is right: Light has no complaints about his next move and when he pushes aside pants and the underwear beneath he'll find him already rising to the occasion. It's not a position he would have offered in return; they're often on the same wavelength but it's not so odd for them to have a disagreement. Looking down at L between his legs, working to 'take care of him', it's impossible to see it as anything less than submission and vulnerability though perhaps experience should have taught him differently. Misa usually takes charge during sex and in spite of being in the 'receiving' position, most people would agree it's her who's in control if only because it's easier for Light.
More important than seeing submission in the act, he also sees a very, very attractive picture, and his body responds. Even while not fully hard, Light isn't a small man.
Reaching down, he runs a hand through L's hair in encouragement. The hand continues down, stroking his face before playfully running across his lips, Light's own face wearing a grin. Soon, L's mouth will be too busy to touch. ]
I never thought I'd hear you saying that line.
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They unite to press firmer and clearer. He only takes a break, slightly breathless, to tell Light what he thought the other man would already know.)]
Didn't you? I'm something of a provider...
[His bid for a masculine role as he dips again to take Light in, fully, carefully and committedly. The way he holds and grasps at Light's hips says that, indeed, for however quiet and submissive his posture, he reaches for a way to hold court and a way to ensure victory. If Light comes, this way, L remains untouched, unsullied, unknown. If Light comes this way, L gets something, just as much or more than the climax that would undo Light.]
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[ A sharp gasp fills the room to add to the erotic noises that can only be attributed to the most intimate of acts. His body is human so it's not as if he's never gotten pleasure from the act itself, but with the chocolates acting as an enhancer, Light can say it's easily the best he's felt while being in someone's mouth.
Closed eyes can't see L, but the image is still seared into Light's mind. The detective is on his knees, mouth open and quickly taking him inside. It's impressive, more than he'd have assumed him capable of managing. Light isn't a small man.
Experienced. He isn't sure how he feels about that.
The flame of a candle has erupted into something that thrums throughout his blood. Light needs this, but there's only so much he can show without making it obvious that it's something he'd be disappointed to lose. Instead of allowing L to 'provide', he plans to be a more active participant. As his hand dips to cup the back of L's head, his hips give a testing roll; it isn't attractive to either of them if he gags the detective. ]
You're doing well.
[ Three words that sound innocent enough, but it's the tone that tries to wrestle back a bit of control. It's the voice of a man having something done for him, not that of a man having something done to him.
If L can manage to take him further with the roll of Light's hips, they can find a matching pace. The muscles in his stomach almost cramp with the need for L to continue, to move faster, to do more. He won't be satisfied easily. ]