Part Two! Haha. I had fun writing this little threesome, although I did have a little trouble with it. I've never wrote a threesome before, so I hope I did alright for my first time! Lol. You guys tell me what you think, okay?
Enjoy!
Chapter Two: The More, The Merrier.
Matsuda gawked.
He froze.
An indescribable sense of disbelief bound him, enveloped him in every form of astonishment and even a little trace of disgust, as he stared. His eyes - drawn wide - fell over the couple, virtually stripped, judging by their scattered clothes amongst the tiled flooring. He could not believe he had been unaware of all of this, completely naive to what had been going on for the last half an hour or so.
In a bathroom stall.
On the night of the reception.
On the night of Light's wedding.
Light had just gotten married.
Then what was this?!
Matsuda shook himself from his thoughts.
He returned to his senses.
Someone touched him.
He gasped. A hand took one of his own in a tender clutch and gently pressed their palms together, and it delicately inched him into the stall. Matsuda, furiously, flicked his gaze upward and met the slate-hued eyes of Ryuzaki, the one holding his hand.
He shuddered.
The stall locked behind him.
"Ryuzaki-san. N-No. I don't want to - "
"Matsuda. Be quiet," was the hushed, monotone reply. "Don't be so reluctant."
He pressed his palms against the hard of Matsuda's chest and eased him against the cool of the tiled, bathroom walling, letting his own set of slender hips and pelvic area lie against the other detective's. Ryuzaki kept Matsuda still beneath his weight, beneath his control, gazing steadily into his handsome face with only the trace of a smile brightening his pale, eerie complexion.
"Listen…"
Light promptly carried himself to Ryuzaki's side, hovering eager fingers by Matsuda's belt. Slowly, deliberately, the belt slipped undone, and the buttons became individually unfastened. He, then, worked at the sharp-black folds of Matsuda's tuxedo, slipping a hand between them to tug at his tie and touch at his collar. Matsuda uttered a groan and bucked his backside against and into the wall, closing his eyes as his face turned elsewhere. He braced.
"Ohh..."
"Promise us, Matsuda," Ryuzaki murmured, leaning his chest against the other man's, resting the side of his face against his collar. He brought his tongue at Matsuda's jawline and lapped, teasing, sending a wave of chills through the man's system. "...Promise, that this will remain a secret between the three of us. You won't tell anyone. You can't."
Matsuda shivered, keeping his eyes closed. "...L-Let me leave. You two can continue."
"Now, where's the fun in that, Matsuda-san..." Ryuzaki kissed. "Think about it."
Matsuda made a noise.
He couldn't escape.
His pants, dinner jacket, and dress shirt – all, together - tumbled from his frame upon being released from Light's grasp, rustling gently as they met the cool flooring in one tidy heap. A wash of cool air rushed over Matsuda's bare chest, instantaneously hardening his nipples to tight, luscious points.
And, then...a sensation.
Warm, wet, and against his chest.
Matsuda forced his eyes open and looked down.
"Light-kun…"
Light had began to kiss at one of his nipples, letting his tongue peek out and massage its slippery form against the hard of his chest. The younger detective puckered his lips, ever-so-beautifully, ever-so-gently, to plant a tender kiss. He suckled softly.
Matsuda moaned.
"Ahhh...Please. Light-kun," he begged. "This isn't like you."
Light chuckled lowly. He met Matsuda's eyes with an electrifying stare, gazing steadily to ensure the erotic flare his reddish-brown eyes was made clear and perceived. He said nothing, only moaned quietly with an inward smile, as he brought the smooth flesh of his lips against Matsuda's own, initiating a deep kiss. Matsuda spoke inwardly, uttered indistinct words of protest that merged with his low noises of pleasure. He found his hands at Light's six-packed abdomen, groping at the subtle folds of pure, hard muscle, feeling his body contract and ease against him.
Such a feeling, it was.
It was almost indescribably pleasurous, but he couldn't help but feel guilty.
Making love to the Chief's son?
It was wrong, but felt completely, so totally right.
Ryuzaki knelt at Matsuda's lower frame, situating his hands at his inner thighs. He kissed the length of one leg, and then the other, letting his lips hover and flutter softly against the smooth flesh. Slowly, gently, he tugged at the band of Matsuda's underwear, foreshadowing the yet-to-come. Matsuda writhed, absentmindedly encircling Light as if to somehow suppress his being's state of pleasure. The younger detective returned the passionate embrace with a small cry muffled in their kiss, all while his hand slipped against Matsuda's back, along the rigid texture of his spine and the subtle curve of the small of his back, against the smooth skin of his bottom...
Jackpot.
A finger sneaked inside the tiny hole of his entrance, exploring what it could of the tight, warm canal. Matsuda cried out and contracted his muscles on impulse, attempting to dull the combination of pain and passion as he furiously caressed Light's backside. Light silenced him and locked their lips, thrusting his hungry tongue out and inward. Their lovemaking became wet, sloppy, passionate, and a little obscene.
They exchanged moans.
"Ahhh! Ohhh...Light-kun," Matsuda could barely whine, feeling his body press deep into the younger detective's. "…Mmm."
Ryuzaki glanced upward. He tugged a little harder at the band of Matsuda's underwear, beckoning, wordlessly desiring. He, carelessly, let the small garment slip to the floor tile, as if it were an insignificant, worthless article of clothing.
Just something in the way of the prize.
Matsuda broke Light's kiss to gasp.
This couldn't be happening.
He moaned. "R-Ryuzaki-san. No. Pl-Please don't - "
"Quiet, Matsuda," came Ryuzaki's voice in yet another hush, although it was gentle. One hand situated at the base of Matsuda's hardened member, caressing the hot, pulsating erection as if it were a crown jewel. The other rested atop one of his thighs, thumbing across the smooth skin, preparing for the near and soon-to-be.
Even Matsuda knew what was to come.
He kissed Light harder and shut his eyes, bracing, letting a moan quake from his throat.
"Mmmmm…N-No…"
"Uhnn," Light responded.
Ryuzaki's turn.
His mouth enveloped the head of Matsuda's member, and he didn't hesitate to draw the erection deep within his mouth, venturing to slip it into his throat. He repeated the motion once, twice more, then over and over again.
Matsuda, although tense, leaned his head back and gave out a moan.
Light echoed the low sound and placed his hands at the base of Matsuda's throat, preparation for the kisses that soon smothered the rigid texture of his trachea and the furious pulse at the side of his neck. He drew in a quaking breath and sent out a moan in replace, grinding himself against the man's side.
Matsuda became overwhelmed.
Various sensations overwhelmed him – No, his entirety.
Light's pair of succulent, smooth lips refused to cease their work against his neck, making the matters worse by deeply massaging their smooth, moist forms against his own mouth, initiating another passionate kiss.
And – oh – Ryuzaki…
Expertly making love to his member, as if the erection was not intense enough. Matsuda felt himself shaking, felt his knees quiver and give out. He slipped onto the tile, onto his back. His eyelids fell open.
"Ohh…"
"You're doing just fine, Matsuda," Light spoke softly, kissing once more.
Matsuda dared and, through his blurred vision, he took a glance up at the younger detective, noting the erotic smirk electrifying his glorious features. He watched his own hand raise to rake through Light's brunette mane, to caress his scalp and take a gentle fistful of strands of brown hair. Light, on all fours, lowered his mouth over Matsuda's stomach and kissed, slipping his tongue into and against the subtle groove of a bellybutton.
Ryuzaki, with a hand caressing Matsuda's hardened member, leaned over to kiss Light against the cheek. The younger detective spared a moment to return the affection gesture before returning to the man below him, on the floor. Matsuda propped himself on his elbows. He locked his mouth with Ryuzaki's.
His mouth exploded with flavor.
Chocolate, mint…He was sweet, he was tangy…
He was addicting.
Light eased his face by Ryuzaki's, attempting to join the kiss. Matsuda released a lengthy, low noise of pleasure, struggling to handle both pairs of mouths fighting to dominate his own. The kiss was something truly passionate, something sloppy, wet, deep – a furious, hungry battle of tongues, all massaging against one another as saliva became messily exchanged in the process. Hands forced themselves against Matsuda's bare-chested form, groping in attempt to contain themselves in such a pleasurous act of love. Moans were echoed and groans became replied to.
It was all so overwhelming.
But, it was over yet.
In fact, it had only began.
But, already, Matsuda felt overtaken – possessed by someone who so deeply yearned for more. He wanted more of Ryuzaki. More of Light.
This wasn't like him at all.
He broke the kiss and cried out, panting, "Someone…Enter me. N-Now."
Did he really say that?
Someone's hands were at his sides, rotating his passion-shuddering, unclothed form onto his hands and knees. The bathroom stall fell to a hush, with the exception to the various piano melodies ever-present, emitted from the ceiling's speakers. Heavy, uneven panting, off-and-on moans, and shifting bodies were, all, also exceptions. At his entrance, Matsuda felt the head of someone's member prodding against his skin, preparing to enter.
"Brace yourself, Matsuda."
It was Ryuzaki.
"Uhnn…"
Light slipped himself beneath Matsuda's form, graciously encircling the man's waistline with a tight embrace of his legs. He wrapped his arms about the circumference of Matsuda's neckline and collar, chuckling tenderly. Ryuzaki took this as a cue for him to act, and he thrusted his member inward with a quick lunge of his hips.
Matsuda cried out. "Ahhhh!"
Light shushed him, leaning up to clamp his mouth over the other man's, inducing yet another passionate kiss. Matsuda furrowed his brow with a gentle cringe of his features, uttering delicate moans with every precise pump Ryuzaki stimulated, with every massage of his tongue Light initiated.
Such…pleasure.
The atmosphere became enveloped in their sounds of lovemaking.
With liquid grace, and his ever-present poise, Light rotated himself beneath Matsuda, unwrapping his legs from their encircled coil around the other detective's waistline. He brought his face beneath Matsuda's hardened member and the lower portion of his body by the man's face, lifting his hands to first caress the throbbing erection before his eager, reddish-brown gaze. His legs came around Matsuda's neck.
Light leaned up, only slightly, and began to suckle the pulsating organ, savoring the taste of smooth flesh slipping against his tongue, gliding the erection towards his throat. Light closed his eyes and moaned, making his actions more deliberate, and slightly faster. Ryuzaki, too, pumped quicker. Matsuda's form shuddered.
God, was this Heaven?
The climax was nigh.
Matsuda cried out. "R-Ryuzaki-san…L-Light-kun. I-I'm going to…Ohh!"
He released.
Light let the warm liquid flow freely into his awaiting mouth and slip into his throat upon becoming swallowed, all before he proceeded to clean the head of Matsuda's member with his tongue. Matsuda's chest heaved and his heart refused to decelerate. His noises of pleasure hushed, slowly, but nevertheless. Ryuzaki slipped his member from Matsuda's entrance, leaving a trail of fluid, but Light kept on. Matsuda forced another stream of release from his member and shivered, quaking onto his elbows.
Light moaned. "Yes…Ohh."
And then, a sound.
A door opened, footsteps pattered…
Déjà vu, much?
"Light! Ryuzaki! Matsuda?! Where are you?!"
Matsuda gasped. "Shit! It's the Chief."
Light widened his eyes. He forced himself from beneath Matsuda and scrambled for his clothes, struggling to decipher which set of garments were his in the heap of virtually-identical dress attire. He licked his lips clean of any sign of release and wiped his mouth with a hand, starting to slip on his shirt. His quaking fingers worked at his tie and buttons.
"I'm coming, Tou-san," he called. "Sorry."
"Light?! Where is Ryuzaki…a-and Matsuda?"
Light stammered. "…I-I believe they left for an errand."
"An errand?"
"Yes. A gift for Misa or something."
"Oh." A pause. "…Are you okay, Light?"
"I'm fine, Tou-san. Just a stomachache."
"Right."
"I'll be there soon."
Again, the door opened and shut. The footsteps faded to nothing.
Matsuda gave an exasperated sigh as he lifted himself to his proper stature, leaning over to slip into his underwear. "I can't believe any of this," he thought aloud. "You lied to your father, Light-kun. And you practically committed adultery on Misa-Misa!"
Light struck a glare. He ignored the last part of the sentence. "I don't think you want Chief knowing about this, Matsuda."
"Well…N-No."
"Be quiet, Matsuda," Ryuzaki interjected in gentle monotone. "I will kick you."
Matsuda blinked. "…S-Sorry, Ryuzaki-san."
Ehhh, I know. Not-so-hot ending, but I hit a rough block. Dx
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Canti.