L could lick Light's fluids like ice cream, so divine is the combination of galactose, sialic acid and sweat. He licks some more off his fingers, careful not to interrupt stimulation. It is so incredibly delicious, L seriously considers changing his position to be able to suck it all off Light's tantalising hardness. He would certainly like it, since oral stimulation is a popular way to enjoy sexuality, even though it's nigh impossible to get a credible percentage on that, L thinks. Then again, Light might be upset by this behaviour and L doesn't want to kill the mood. He is so relaxed and unrestrained like L has hardly ever seen him before. His eyes are closed and his mouth just opened as his breath has become heavier. L feels Light's heart beating more and more rapidly against his ribcage. And his own, too. Light's member is rock hard. L is even doubtful if he has ever had such a powerful erection himself. It feels like velvet stone in his hands, soft and gentle skin covering an inlay like made of marble. L can hardly squeeze it at all.
Light lets out an unexpected moan, quickly silencing himself again.
"Just let yourself go," L whispers, "Nobody is here to hear you." Light responds with another moan, this time hardly suppressed and telling of genuine pleasure. L continues to steadily move his hand up and down, slightly increasing pressure, but not velocity. He sees Light's hips beginning to jerk involuntarily, running the mating program encoded in his DNA and hardwired into his brain stem. L smiles as Light moans again, this time free and unhindered and surprisingly vocal. He is almost panting, sweat moistening the skin underneat his pullover and running down his torso and forehead, his otherwise so perfect hair sticking shaggily to his scalp.
"Quicker, quicker!" he mumbles breathlessly at L and rewards him with a throaty moan when L complies. His hands grab at L's white sweater, digging his fingers deep into the fabric, clutching dry leaves and dirt from the forest floor while doing so.
"Ahhh... fuck... this is... ahhhh... don't stop! ... I... ngg... holy fucking god!" Apparently he's beyond the capability of forming a complete sentence now, L thinks and grins to himself. His sweater is dirty and maybe worn out as Light keeps pulling at it. But L doesn't care. All he cares about now is to tease Light as long as he can until there is no going back.
It seems he is not far away any more. His hand slowly decreases its pace, just to stretch the stimulation out a little longer, but this doesn't sit well with Light:
"Don't... stop! ... Don't... bloody... stop, you prick!" So L takes up speed again, grinning even more to himself. Light's reaction indicates that he cannot be a total failure regarding sexual stimulation, even though he has little experience. Even less with other people.
The wet foreskin makes sucking noises as he makes it ride up and down Light's shaft.
Light groans loudly, followed by the word "Soon!" pressed through clenched teeth. L translates this warning into even higher speed of his movements, almost fearing to hurt his friend by the ruthless treatment. But it seems to be just what he wanted, because after only a few more forceful tugs, Light throws back his head, giving a deep, drawn-out groan, when hot, cloudy semen shoots out in powerful pumps, all the way up to his chest. L feels more semen running smoothly over his still caressing hand. His friend is panting heavily, lying limp and languid in his arms. Light doesn't notice the stains on his pullover or the dirt sticking to his sweaty palms. Everything is just... hazy.
Author's note: Wow! "One Night in the Forest" got 100 clicks only today! I hope that means you like it. I'm always happy about reviews. I changed the ending of this chapter because I didn't like it the way it was before. I hope you agree.
Well, sex came to a satisfying close (for Light, that is), maybe in the next chapter some plot will ensue.