I swear I'm as addicted to this story as you are, hence the fast updates. Well, when I have internet I usually update pretty quickly.
I wasn't, but I probably could be soon and I shook my head, stretching. "Not in here," I said as I grabbed our clothing from the floor and the chocolate syrup. "I don't think I'm going to be able to sit down properly for a week." I wasn't in pain at the moment, but I knew it would come later. That much sex in such little period of time when I wasn't used to it…yeah, I'd be in pain for sure.
He chuckled, "Ah, but your version of proper is different from most people," and he started cleaning up our joint mess. He got down on his hands and knees after cleaning off the table and started on the floor with fresh paper towels, his ass in the air and looking incredibly tempting. I totally forgot what I had been about to say upon seeing it, and considering we were both still naked from the waist down it was pretty easy to see. My dick gave a half-hearted twitch back to life and my lips parted as I continued to stare. I must have been looking at him like he were something to eat because he said, "I'm flattered…you usually reserve that look for your favorite foods." He stretched, purposefully giving me a better view and I walked up behind him and knelt. I coated one of my fingers in the chocolate syrup before inserting it into his ass.
He hissed in surprise and I said, "Relax. Just trust me. Besides, I don't think my bum can take another round right now."
He nodded, but didn't look happy about it and asked, "I thought we weren't doing this in here?"
I removed the finger and he sighed in relief. I leaned forward and swiped my tongue up, starting at his sac and ending at the hole that now tasted like chocolate and he gasped. "You just looked so inviting," I replied, licking again around the hole and savoring the sweet taste. It was weird being in control of this situation. I, who had been in control of almost every aspect of my life, was finding it difficult to stay assertive and take control even though he was offering no resistance. I didn't want to be in control, I had liked the feeling of being taken care of and trusting him. Relinquishing that control was unlike me, but really not so unexpected. It was a time when I didn't owe anybody anything, and I didn't have to worry or fuss about the little details. I had liked the element of surprise, as well, and not having to be depended on in such a way. I also liked not having to work for it and maybe that was spoiled of me, but he was well endowed and I enjoyed the feel of him inside of me. Light, however, was the type that would never enjoy not being in control.
He allowed me to continue as I licked him, obviously enjoying it but not as much as he could have been – not as much as someone less dominant would have. I could read his thoughts as if his face were as transparent as Jello. Who wouldn't enjoy this? But he allowed me to continue out of fear that I would revert to saying this was all a mistake if he didn't let me top if I wanted to.
I pulled away and he slumped to the floor and I said, "Light I want you to promise me something." He eyed me warily and I continued bravely, "Promise me that this is just this. Just the sex…that you won't fall in love with me." He stared at me blankly and opened his mouth, most likely to do as I asked, and I felt as if my heart stopped beating. I could never make this promise to him, I realized. I'd already have broken it. It would be best if this were just sex, just lust, even if that weren't what I wanted. What I wanted didn't matter in the long run. But a second passed, then two, and then he looked away and I felt myself bodily relax as I released a breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding. He hadn't made the promise which could only mean one thing. I spoke it aloud more to myself than to him but it was shakily; "You already are."
He stiffened defensively and I wrapped my arms around him from behind, kissing the back of his neck and said, "Let's find somewhere else to go for round two…the others will be back soon." He looked surprised at my words but followed me willingly to a small closet in the hallway. I tossed our pants and boxers into a corner as I turned on the light, shutting the door and pulled him in for a kiss. I slowly lowered to my knees in front of him and wrapped my lips around his semi-hard shaft, taking all of him while I still comfortably could. I'd never say it aloud, but this was my way of telling him his feelings weren't completely one-sided.
It didn't take long before he was completely hard and his hand tangled itself in my hair more for support than to keep me there and I continued sucking him off until I felt him stop me. He lowered to the floor next to me and lay down, lifting me so I was sitting on his face and we entered the sixty-nine position as I felt his warm tongue and mouth on my own hardened member. I wrapped my own lips around him again and he moaned, sending vibrations through his mouth and my hips bucked from the sensations it caused and I let out a small moan of my own.
It wasn't as easy as it sounded, the position, and took more concentration than I thought I had. Sucking someone off while being sucked was probably one of the hardest things I'd had to do. I kept stopping from lack of concentration and finally I did stop, knowing I'd be the only one getting off if we kept that up. I was extremely horny and wanted release, but the sixty-nine position wasn't conducive to focus and I needed to do that in order to help Light do the same. He sat up and pulled me onto his lap, asking with his eyes if the position was alright.
It was a compromise. He was dominant, but I would control the pace. I smiled, nodding, and he was still wet enough from our earlier position that he slid in rather easily. That and I was adjusting and getting used to having him inside of me. I waited a few moments until I was comfortable before beginning to ride him and the euphoric feeling this act gave me. High, euphoric, no words fit properly as I rose up and descended back down, moving faster as I grew more confident. I felt amazing, exultant, as I modified the angle slightly so he slid against my prostate more firmly. "Ryuuzaki," he moaned and I kissed him.
"Call me L," I whispered, kissing him again. "When we're like this…call me L."
"L," he said, trying it out and I threw my head back as I felt my orgasm beginning.
"Light…" I panted, my forehead resting against his as my hips rocked up and down at a fevered pace. And then I stopped as I slammed down one final time, feeling my own juice spill out of me and he pumped into me a few more times, holding me in place by my hips before he was filling me again with hot liquid. My head was reeling and I slumped forward, collapsing against him for support and I finally understood the meaning of the phrase 'Cloud Nine.'
It took longer this time before I felt able to move again and I slid off of him, grabbing a towel and cleaning myself off. Light stood and did the same, and finally we were both free of the scent oif sex (as much as possible) and I used Febreze in the room and on our clothes. I heard a door open and footsteps, along with the voices of the rest of the team from the direction of the kitchen and I sighed, hoping they wouldn't notice our absence. Knowing Aizawa, he had even if the others didn't make too big a fuss out of it. We got dressed and I opened the door, leading the way towards the other room and when we got into the kitchen we both headed straight for the fridge. I grabbed a platter of strawberries and some whipped cream, and Light grabbed the bread and some cold cuts as my stomach growled.
We ignored the others staring at us and took a seat at the table where they were sitting, since it was the only table, and Aizawa broke the silence first. "What have you two been up to? You look like Hell…" Ilooked over at Light; his hair, usually so neatly brushed, was disheveled and his face looked flushed. I didn't think I was in much better condition, but at least my hair was usually disheveled.
"We had to deal with…food poisoning," I said carefully. And, technically, it was kinda…sorta…true?