So, when I first started writing this chapter I didn't think there'd be any lemon, but somehow, while I was writing, I ended up typing out something that kinda works in my favour.
Therefore, WARNING THERE IS LEMON IN THIS CHAPTER! And more descriptive than last chapter at that. Again it'll come after the break line, and if you don't want to read it, just skip to the end. Last chapter was a small taste, today is more of a bite. I still won't give you the full meal until the last chapter, that is my decision. :P
Hope you enjoy this chapter. :D
I stood staring at the painting in front of me. Somehow I had always thought it was bigger; what with it being so famous and all. I guess humans just had a habit of overestimating things.
Though, the painting wasn't the only thing strange; being in this museum in the middle of the day, and having no one in it but the security guards, myself, and L; now that was a strange occurrence.
"Do you like it?" A voice murmured behind me.
I turned slowly, a smirk playing on my lips. "You just have to go all out don't you?"
"I was under the impression that you liked only the best," the raven-haired man said.
I chuckled, and slowly made my way over to another painting. "You know, when I said it would be nice to see an art museum with you, I didn't mean the Louvre museum in Paris. I especially didn't mean for you to buy it for me." I shook my head, I'd never get used to L spending so much money on me. It was kind of sweet though; his own way of showing his affection.
I heard him come up beside me, his shuffling, sneaker-covered feet brushing across the beautiful tile-work. "You never did answer my first question," he mused.
It was child's play to remember what he had asked, and I hadn't meant not to answer; but I didn't quite want to give him satisfaction just yet.
"No I suppose I didn't, I was too distracted by the beauty of this museum. Such a magnificent building, too bad you had to shut it down today for my own personal perusal. You really are too much sometimes."
I caught a faint flicker of worry in his eyes. "I can always donate it back, if you don't like it." I noticed a slight stiffening in his shoulders as he said it.
Hiding my sly grin, I turned and continued on down the hall. We walked and surveyed the paintings in silence; L waiting for an answer still, and me letting him sweat a bit in anxiousness.
I noticed the change in L's demeanour, from hopeful to slightly distressed; probably trying to figure out some other way to please me.
"Light-kun?" he whispered. I could see the worry lines on his forehead forming.
I finally let myself smile. "You're cute you know that?" I closed the distance between us and kissed between his eyebrows, smoothing out the skin there. "I love it, thank you."
I was rewarded with his dark eyes lighting up, and a small smile gracing his features. He reached up to pull my lips down to his in a soft sweet kiss.
"I'm glad you like it," he murmured as we parted slightly. He ran his tongue along my bottom lip and I opened up, letting in the sugary taste of L; letting myself get lost in the feeling of having L surround my senses. I was soon wrapped up in my own personal world where only L and I existed.
When we broke apart, L trailed soft kisses down my neck, and I was free to speak again. "You know, I don't think I've ever given you anything in return for your wonderful presents." My mind silently thanked the heavens that we had the place to ourselves when I found myself whispering huskily, "Let me reward you."
I stared for a moment at the job I had set before myself. I'd never done this before, L had always done it for me, but he had made it seem so easy. I looked once more over the hardened length before letting my tongue run up the underside from base to tip. The shaky groan from above spurred me on and I began licking up and down the shaft, placing little kisses on the head every so often. It was when I felt a hand weave into my hair that I knew I had to step up the game.
I hesitantly put my lips around the tip, slowly taking in a few inches, and started up a bobbing motion, my hand pumping gently along the base so as not to neglect any part of the glorious length.
My eyes sneaked a peak up at L's face and I nearly burst at the erotic picture he made. Face flushed, one hand in my hair, one in his own and messing it up into sexy mess. Trying to stay up against the wall he was leaning against, his legs threatening to collapse on him, with me kneeing between them on the hard floor of the museum's washroom.
I had the sudden urge to see him come undone at the seams, and moved my hands to his hips, relaxing my throat, and swallowed L to the base. The slight gagging and contraction of my muscles as I involuntarily tried swallowing around his member, sent him over the edge.
L's head snapped back, hitting the wall, his back arched, and he cried out as he spilled his seed down my throat.
I pulled back, swallowing all that I could, and wiped the rest off my face. I waited for L to come down from his high, and felt my own member become even more painfully hard at the look of lust that he had in his eyes.
"Your turn."
Bahahaha, That's all you get. :P
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