"Ahh!" Cried Light as he clung to L with a passion. L groaned underneath him as he tried to hold back. He bit his lip in concentration, moving his eyes from the 17 year old's face, over his shoulder and towards his ass. He stretched an arm out and wrapped it around the teen, as he strained to go deeper in an attempt to reach the spot. His face went under the man as he progressed further down toward the prodigy's chest, in order to get into a more comfortable position. Rather than stopping there, he continued towards the geniuses' crotch.
The teen groaned a little and murmured "Ryuzaki, stop" with a voice silky as a galaxy chocolate bar.
In compliancy, the man halted, face to face with the adolescent's hips. He gazed for a moment at his manhood before slowly tracing his eyes like a child's dot – to – dot picture until his dark eyes met honey orbs.
"What is it, Light ~ Kun?" he inquired in his monotone voice, a smirk plastered on his face.
"I don't think I can hold on much longer" came the boy's reply. The man chuckled under his breath.
"Oh Light ~ Kun, I'm sure you can wait for a little while, the fun is just beginning, after all." The teen huffed impatiently.
"Hurry up" he said. "All in good time" came the reply, as the obsidian haired genius reached out and placed his hand on that spot. He groaned before his limbs started to buckle.
"No!" came a desperate cry before Light collapsed onto L, sweat drenching his body. The two lay spread eagled besides one another, one with a triumphant grin, the other with an infuriated grimace.
"Again" said the brunette. "Are you sure, Light ~ Kun?" the other questioned.
"Of course" he retorted.
"Ok, it's your cue Matsuda" the detective called as they stood and readied themselves for action.
The wheel span. "Right hand blue!" called Matsuda cheerfully. This was the most intense game of twister that the task force had ever witnessed.