The room was silent except for the quiet breathing of a sleeping L. Light had not been able to fall asleep for three days, he just stayed up, ever so often looking over at the peaceful L. A warm hand reached up and tussled brunette hair, the chain that connected the suspect with the detective rattled silently. Light felt the most odd compulsion to lean over and look at L's graceful face, the most odd compulsion to touch soft, pale lips to his own hot, pink lips.
"No!" Light muttered pulling himself back into his sitting position.
"Nnnnn…Wha..?"
"N-Nothing! Sorry, just go back to bed, L."
Light wanted to know why he had almost kissed another man, let alone the man that accused him of being a killer. He thought it must have been his deprivation. It was still true, Light was a virgin, but the 18 years he spent wanting to thrust into something other than his hand were catching up with him, and at the worst possible place and time no less.
Light could feel the heat from L increase as the others body closed the gap between the two. Light could barely feel L against him, but L was there, inches behind him. To his surprise, the heat coiled itself around Light's lower half, as L's warm lap pressed against Light's backside. He knew exactly what to do, this had happened before, he knew what L wanted. Whether or not Light pretended to be asleep, he would grind against L until L turned away. Light rolled his hips in slow, sensual circles, feeling L's lap harden under his efforts.
"What do you want to do to me…?" L whispered hotly into Light's hair.
Light refused to answer, shaking his head. He went back to grinding his rear into L's lap as L began to buck his hips into Light, air escaped hot lips when light sighed.
"…Hnnn…? " smirked L as he caressed Light's stomach.
Light pushed himself backwards, forcing L to lay halfway on his side, and halfway on his back. L let out a low chuckle, holding onto Light's arm, forcing him to wait. In an instant, L's boxers were gone, down to his ankles as he grinned into the dark room. Light let his hands break free of L's grasp, flicking his wrists away from the opposing hands. Delicate fingers played up and down the pale abdomen that was splayed so willingly in front of him. Light could feel L wriggle, his muscles tightening and relaxing as Light softly touched the pale stomach, raking his fingers across with lust. Light felt so young compared to L, L seemed so much more relaxed considering the given situation. He felt stupid for getting himself into this, but he enjoyed every last bit of it. Light allowed his eyes their freedom, skating from the pale window, down, down, down the sleek, hot body next to him, until they were resting on something they shouldn't have been.
L's pale skin contrasted brightly with the reddish flesh that sat upright on his stomach. Light gazed down L's stomach hungrily staring at the heated erection that was barely illuminated by the bleak light from the street. Dainty fingers tousled the hair just above the desired point, muscles contracted harshly as the fingers wrapped softly around the bottom of L. A warm hand encased Light's, forcing him to gently stroke L, the same movement, up and down and up and down. L's body shifted into Light's hand, Light's mind shifted away from any logic he had left at the moment. He was so turned on, his own lap was hot, burning him up at an alarming rate. He let his hand move faster and faster, up and down, as L withered under his assisting hand.
When L started to thrust his hips upwards, Light sensual slowed down, massaging L's cock with firm pressure, slowly working L to senselessness. He let his hand linger around L's stiffness, not moving his hand at all, driving L crazy. He wanted L to moan, just like always, he wanted to hear L, not just feel him. Light's lack of movement did drive L crazy, who started to thrust his hips into Light's backside once more, trying to get more of the feeling. Light's mind was pushed over the edge as the clear, natural lubricant seeped from L's hot tip. Light stopped moving his hand and thumbed over the liquid. L lurched forward up onto Light's pressing fingers. Light decided it was fair enough for L to get his now, he rubbed his hand hard, making wet sounds as he helped his detective captor get off.
L moaned softly into the open air.
"Aahhhh, more….yes…yes…fuck, harder!……aaahhh, fuck me harder."
Light's arm was tired, the angle of the stroking was not helping. He wanted to keep going but the burning in his muscles drove him mad, he wanted to fuck L harder. He had to stop, he pain was overwhelming the bolts of pleasure that were coursing through him from hearing L pant and groan quietly.
"…..Finish…." Light smoothly hissed, closing his eyes.
"…What ..?"
"Finish yourself…."
L's hand glided over Light's, Light watched L fondle himself, Light was stunned and dazed by how quickly L's nimble hands moved, and surprised by how gaudy and large L's hands seemed to be, they were delicate, not rough as they seemed now.
L stopped his hand, slowing down his pace until he wrenched himself away from his own self-pleasure. He got up off the bed slowly, leaning over the edge of the bed, smirking towards Light.
"Don't feel bad, only two people have ever made me come."
The next two weeks passed at an ungodly rate, it felt like months to the both of them. Both were stuck in a morbid, crushing world, days dragged out, Light barely ate, until, the next Saturday night that gave him an opportunity once more.