As predicted L swung his head to smash it in to Light's bridge of his nose, Light tried to dodge and they just ended up whacking skulls. They both rolled in pain gripping their foreheads before realising that L was now in power, he flipped Light over his knees and slapped his arse. Hard. Light gasped. The pain in his head completely forgotten. In his shock L used the opportunity to pull Light's hands behind his back and securing them with the handcuff chain like a lassoed cow. He struck again.
Light's gasp turned in to a testing moan. Light felt L's legs tense, he hesitated before the third slap. Light moaned again more freely this time. He reasoned there was no harm in enjoying his own act.
"Harder." His voice came out gravely and horse but it made L's legs widened slightly, Light wondered if it was a biological reaction, or a cerebral decision, whether L was actually aware that he was giving Light more access to, what felt like an increasingly hard cock pressing in to his ribs.
Light's eyes fluttered closed as he started flowing with the movement of the slaps letting his growing erection grind against L's thigh with every bruising hit. "You are not a God." L breathed. Each word was emphasised with a blazing five-fingered sting. "You are an insolent child having a temper tantrum at the world."
Light was smiling, he could feel L trying to get some friction on his own cock but Light wouldn't allow that just yet. "I am a God. With out me you'd be nothing." Spurring the talented hands on.
"I am three of the world's greatest detectives, long before you stumbled in to my life. I think it's the other way round, don't you? You'd be a bored God, with out me faulting you, following you, you would never have been satisfied with just killing criminals. You're too far-gone now. Morals mean nothing to you. Kira doesn't have a soul."
Light's fists clenched. He swung his body round and ducked under the chain, his legs now either side of the detectives lap but his hands still bound behind his back. Light pulled up the rest of the chain in his hands so one of the L's hands were very close to his own. He reached out a thumb and stroked the hand behind his back teasingly. So soft and tender and action L wasn't sure he even felt it. Light was staring down in to the detective's eyes through long lashes.
L was sure he was going to be on the receiving end of a head-butt, but instead Light placed a gentle chaste kiss on the red mark on his forehead. "You don't think I have a soul?" He whispered in to mess of black hair. "Well tell me, how does you getting off on killers deem your soul better than mine?" The stroking across L's thumb had become a heavier pet, so had both of their breathing. Light suddenly pulled the hand in to his fist, locking the fingers together while still rubbing his thumb against the palpable skin.
L's eyes were wide, why was this so hot? This incredibly passionate but chaste gesture was shooting want up his dick. And of course Light chose that moment to grind down his hips in to L's, their cocks rubbing together between the thin layers of fabric. It was an intense blast that was entirely too short. They both gaped for air. L had thrown his head back and was shaking. He shoved Light off him, and leapt across the room as far as the chain would allow. He was backed in to a corner, his back against a cabinet in his usual crouching position.
It was only now did Light realise how small it made L when he crouched, the smallest he could make himself actually. He wondered if it was actually a defensive recoil to the world rather than his claim of increased brain function. 'He locks himself away, barely having any communication with others unless it's through someone like Watari. Yet he's been thrown in to the open in the case with no real defence. Damn it, I pushed him too far too quickly. Time to re-evaluate. Ease him in to it, he needs to want it, he needs to want me, otherwise I'll never get out of here, damn it! He was so close.' He glanced at L, who had pulled a lollipop from his pocket and was sucking it violently. His other hand ringing in his hair. He watched L's feet folding over themselves repeatedly. His dick was obviously the source of his discomfort.
Light mused for a minute more before he eased his shirt up and over his head. He let it fall to the floor. His slender but solid frame glowing from the streaming silver moonlight. He stood there for a moment waiting for L's shaking to subside a little. He turned away from him to open one of the very top cupboards. His pyjama bottoms slipping as his languid body stretched to reach, a perfect 'V' visible from the lowered bottoms and a chocolate trail of hair leading to what was hidden. He touched the bottle he was after and pulled it down, the trousers caressing his hard on as they returned to their normal position. It made him shudder silently as he realised how turned on he actually was. But for now he would have to ignore it.
A bottle of chocolate sauce. He lifted it above his head and squeezed a load in to his mouth. It was so sickly how could L eat so much of this stuff. He let a dribble drip over his lip and down to his collarbone. His tongue swept out to lap it up, smearing the thick substance over the rest of his lips. 'I'll be tasting this shit for days.'
His eyes locked with L's whose mouth was hanging open now, the lollipop in fear of falling to the floor. L rose and trod closer. Light followed L's step forward. He squirted more on his chest, spreading a large brown 'K' the chocolate was starting to drip towards his pyjama bottoms, god it was gonna stain like a bitch, but it didn't matter, he definitely had L's attention.
L licked his lips. So Light dragged his finger over one of the marks and placed it in his mouth. Sucking slowly. Suggestively. L was practically salivating. Light caught another dollop on his thumb and offered it to him. L didn't move but his eyes were fixated on the thumb. Light took the final step forward his hand cupping the detectives pointed chin, he dragged his thumb across the plump closed lips leaving a sugared trail along them, L's eyes were unfocused so Light forced his thumb in to L's mouth. Immediately L's tongue bombarded efficient licks and then sweet suction. L's eyes snapped in to focus now, focused on Light. He sucked with determination and a swirling tongue pushed off his thumb with a pop and began working up the inside of his wrist. He was pushing Light back, pushing him in to the kitchen chair. The edge of it caught Light behind the knees and he fell on to the wooden seat, L still attached to his am, kissing and licking closer to his chest.
He seemed completely oblivious to the cock grinding against his stomach, he was so focused on the task at hand that he even grabbed Light's arse to pull him closer to reach more areas of chocolate, his hands remained there squeezing the flesh. Light's neck was bent back over the chair, one hand lost in L's hair, he dragged his nails through it enjoying the satin flow through this fingers, it was so much softer than it looked. He was almost lost in the sensation of L cleaning him the delicate tongue tracing over exposed abs. Under the skin crease of his pecks. And then up to his nipples. L lavished the sensitive area with just the right amount of suction and twirl of his tongue. But it was over all too quickly.
Light raised his head to see L had climbed on the chair his feet planted either side of Light's legs squatting over his lap, his hands pressed against his now spotless chest. Fixated on Light's lips. He realised his mouth was still covered in chocolate. L was blowing air hard from his nose. Unsure what to do now Light thought.
"Does it hurt L? Does it hurt you to know you want a murderer's mouth?" L furrowed his brow but didn't move. Light shrugged; "Fine more for me." And opened his mouth lazily dragging his tongue over his top lip, closing his eyes to show his enjoyment.
L raised his fingers too his own lips before he made his decision and threw his mouth on Light's. He thrust Light's tongue out the way, for now he had to focus on the lips. He savoured the salty taste of his enemy and the sweet taste of his friend. Plus chocolate, bonus. He sucked the bottom lip in to his mouth giving gentle bites while cleaning every smear of chocolate off. His tongue traced along the top one making Light give out an uncharacteristic whine he used that opportunity to slip his tongue in to the warm chasm. It was dripping with thick chocolate and spit. It was delicious; his tongue couldn't get deep enough. But Light started to kiss back. He was meeting L's penetration, entering L's mouth and owning it. Claiming it with precise licks along the pallet and soft bites. They were both fighting for air, but neither prepared to give up first. The kissing was getting harder, more brutal. Light found L's hands, which had retreated back to his own knees and slid them up his chest to place them on his face. Light's head cradled in the detectives hands. It felt…good.