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Teru expects a quiet night with his boyfriend. Light has already stripped out of his binder and the stifling academic wear of the day. Teru’s removed his tie and rolled up his sleeves but, aside from being barefoot, he’s still relatively put together.
The dishes from dinner are just going in the sink when the doorbell rings.
Teru leaves Light in the kitchen, dressing gown sleeves rolled up his arms as he pre-rinses a plate for the dishwasher, and heads downstairs to answer the bell.
Teru is the older man. It’s his duty to answer the door, make the announcements. Light rules his heart with an iron fist after all, diminutive little task master he is, but Teru takes great pride in being tall and respectable and—
L leans into the frame as Teru opens the front door.
“Look at you,” L laughs, patting Teru’s cheek. “Don’t you look so grown up. Shove over.” L orders, letting himself into the house.
All at once Teru’s world screeches to a halt.
It’s going to be one of those nights, is it?
Teru bites his lip.
“Well,” L turns back to him, “don’t let a draft into my house, Mikami.”
Teru locks the front door and arranges L shoes next to Light’s smaller pair along the wall, scuttling after him. His heart is already starting to speed up, excitement and anticipation bleeding into each other at a stinging speed.
Light’s parents think Teru owns this house.
But Teru could never afford a house like this.
Teru could never afford Light either.
L bought the house.
Just like—
“Nice dinner?” L supposes as he traipses into the kitchen.
Just like L pays for the groceries.
And everything else.
Light perks at sink, pivoting on his heels.
L is already prowling up towards him. Once Light is turned L grips the hair on the back of his skull curtly and titling Light’s mouth up at a better angle fishes a kiss out of him like he’s livestock.
Teru fights back the impulse between his legs.
His cock wants to twitch.
But…
Hand on Light’s scruff L walks Light away from the sink and back to the dinning table.
Light opens his mouth but—
“You can say hello with your tongue,” L smirks.
Light shuts his mouth. Cheeks flushed a delicious pink.
L sinks into the seat at the head of the table, a seat Light and Teru consciously avoid most nights. Gripping Light’s arm L tugs him closer and Light is already sinking to his knees as L puts the weight of his palm onto the smaller man’s shoulders.
Light settles between the Englishman’s thighs, working quickly on his belt and zipper.
“No rush,” L strokes his cheek, meeting his gaze.
Light softens, smile wide and sultry as he goes back to work fishing L’s cock out of his pants.
“Mikami,” L slouches back, hands threading into Light’s hair. “Are you going to let dirty dishes stink up the kitchen?”
“No Sir, sorry Sir.” Teru rushes past them into the kitchen.
He likes to pretend he’s not staring but L’s smirk says the older man clearly knows Teru is made of weak flesh and bone and blood.
Teru contends with the dishes Light has left undone.
Rinsing the debris away, Teru flushes them once and stacks the dishwasher as efficiently as he’s able with his attention split.
“Oh yeah, good boy…” L purrs.
Glancing over his shoulder, cheeks prickling with heat that extends down his chest, Teru steals a glance of his boyfriend bobbing slowly up and down L’s cock. L cradles Light’s skull, urging him on, and Light sucks him with such devoted attention to detail it makes Teru dizzy with lust.
“Do you suck Mikami this nice?” L teases.
He must push Light’s head down, because when Light does throw his head back, there’s a trail of drool running between his puffy lips and the head of L’s sticky cock.
“No,” Light pants. “I can’t. He—”
“Oh, that’s right,” L slaps his shaft against Light’s cheek, making him gasp. “Mikami, you done in there?”
“J-Just a second!” Teru fumbles back to the sink, as L pushes Light’s head back down.
“Lazy little man, aren’t you?” L chides.
“Sorry, just a second,” Teru flushes, knees clenching together.
L moans softly. “That’s it Light, oh yeah baby…”
Teru grits his teeth.
He puts the dishwasher on to run with a tell-tale beep, but makes sure to wipe down the interior of the sinks as well, lest L find something else to chastise him for. L is much meaner task master than Light and if L is displeased Teru will sleep in the hallway with his throbbing erection.
Because Teru is the boyfriend.
But L’s the Dominant.
And that, despite what Mister Yagami may or may not know, makes L the ‘man of the house’.
Light? Well, Light is something much too precious for any of those terms.
They all know it.
Teru’s just not qualified to do much with it.
At least not according to L.
“Done?” L supposes.
“Yes Sir,” Teru hurries to the dining table, hands tucked behind his back.
L gives him a glance, lazy and disinterested, as he slouches back with one leg limp and one arm over the backing of the chair. Light bobs between his thighs, stroking the cock he can’t fit between his luscious lips.
“Show me.” L orders, one hand on Light’s head.
Teru unbuckles his pants and shoves them down quickly.
L laughs, smirk wickedly smug.
“Look at that poor caged cock,” L tuts. “How long has it been since we let that little thing out, Mikami?”
“Uh—” Teru does the math but all the weeks blur together. “My birthday was the last—”
“June?” L rues. “Two months. Well, such is life for a cuck like you.”
“Yes Sir.” Teru flushes down to his aching nipples.
His cock strains against the cage, trying desperately to swell but totally helpless to fight the steel. Light looks like perfection and Teru would—
“Do you want Light to suck your cock?” L supposes.
“Very much Sir.”
“But he won’t.” L reminds them all. “Why’s that Mikami?”
“Because he’s yours, Sir.”
“That’s right.” L smirks, pulling Light’s mouth of his cock so his thumb can rub into Light’s full bottom lip, tracing the ever-present pout Mikami loves. “What is this hole for?” L whispers to Light, leaning into his knees.
“Your cock.” Light purrs.
“And what’s your ass for?”
“Your cock.”
“And your cunt?” L grins knowingly.
“Your cock.” Light promises.
“And we can’t have Mikami fucking my holes, can we?”
“No,” Light sighs, eyes glossy with want.
“But, let’s be honest,” L lifts his pitch back gaze back across Teru. “You like being denied, don’t you Mikami?”
Teru swallows.
“Do you like knowing you’re not even allowed to fuck your own boyfriend?” L teases.
“Yes.” Teru scrapes the words out between his teeth.
Because they’re true.
And he gets so hot just knowing that.
Just watching L and Light.
Just…
Teru tries to take a deep breath.
“God you’re a loser,” L grins. “Do you like that too, Mikami? Being degraded?”
“No Sir.” Teru lies through his teeth even as his cock becomes ever more uncomfortable in his cage. He’s not even sure Light has a key to let him out. He’s fairly sure if he wanted out he’d have to beg L and, well, if he did L might kick him out. After all, L would never take the chance Teru might use his cock in sacred spaces.
L sits back, sharing a conspiratorial smirk with Light as he kisses his forehead.
“Well…” L shifts onto his feet, sweeping Light up into his arms. “I’m going to fuck the cunt I own now, Mikami. Are you going to come watch me defile your sweetheart or not?”
“Yes Sir,” Teru pants.
“That’s what I thought.”
L leads them through the house like this is the world’s naughtiest sleepover.
In the master bedroom L places Light down on the mattress and takes two steps back from the end of the bed. Thumbing his own mouth lazily L takes in the scene and seems to make some decisions.
“Mikami,” he grunts, “I think you should kneel in the corner so you can get a good view of me fucking my property.”
Moaning Teru submits to sinking to his knees on the rug.
“And you,” L turns back to the bed, “strip for me, Princess.”
Light grins, radiant and sensual, as he throws back the dressing gown off his shoulders.
Light’s so gorgeous.
Teru watches, salivating, as Light lifts his shirt over his head.
“Oh yes…” L murmurs, leaning back into his hips. “I do think I should have those nipples pierced.”
“But that’d hurt…” Light whines, tugging them even as he says so.
“Not your decision, baby,” L tuts. “Let me worry about it.”
Light moans softly, cupping his breasts and squeezing them together for L.
“Little more, Princess,” L coaxes.
Falling back to sprawl on the mattress Light draws his knees up towards the ceiling and, lifting his hips, rolls his pants down his legs. He’s barely kicked the soft cotton pants onto the floor before—
“Spread.” L whispers.
And, slumping his knees in opposite directions, Light exposes his sex lewdly to L’s watchful eye.
“Mikami,” L grunts, beckoning with his index finger. “Come here.”
Teru struggles to his feet, cock painful, and comes to stand beside the Englishman at the foot of the bed.
L grips the back of his shirt collar, the only piece of clothing he still has on and holds him steady.
“Just look at that pretty cunt,” L orders.
And Teru does.
Moaning desperately.
“Light,” L purrs, “hold yourself open, baby.”
Light’s hands slide between his thighs, spreading his lips.
“See how wet he is?” L pulls Teru closer, murmuring in his ear.
Teru bites his lip, cupping himself through the cage. Balls aching.
“He’s going to feel like honey around my cock.” L tells Teru, arm around his shoulders, their heads together like they’re school friends. And Teru always feels like such a little kid when L degrades and humiliates him.
Light gropes his breasts with one hand, panting softly, as he holds himself open with the other hand. Looking flushed all the way down his pretty creamy thighs.
“You can’t fuck that, that’s mine.” L sighs to Teru conspiratorially. “But—No, you wouldn’t want to. I shouldn’t even ask.”
“Ask what?” Teru groans.
“Well, I could let you out of the cage,” L pulls the key out of his pocket, flashing it as his grin grows. “But then you’d have to rub yourself to the sight of me fucking your boyfriend. You couldn’t cum from that, could you Loser?”
Teru whines, like a wounded animal.
He shouldn’t say yes, that’s obscene, but—
“Please,” he begs.
“Oh?” L laughs at him. “Really?”
“Please, I just—Please.” Teru fumbles.
“On one condition.” L waggles the key at him.
“Anything.”
“Anything?” L purrs. “So you don’t care if I fuck Light without a condom? You don’t care if I pump Light full of my cum?”
Teru chokes, “it’s your cunt, isn’t it?”
L laughs, pressing the key into Teu’s chest for him to catch. “Good answer, Cuck.”
Teru snatches up the key and wrestles with the lock on his cock cage like a clumsy urchin at the window to a candy store.
L snorts, pulling his shirt off and shucking down his pants.
“You can look,” L warns Teru sternly, “but if you touch what’s mine you’re going back in that cage. Do you understand?”
Teru nods furiously and—
“Oh…” Teru gasps as the cage slides off and his cock can finally, comfortably, swell to full mast in his hands.
“Now you…” L climbs onto the bed.
Light whines, “you know, I have opinions about this whole thing.”
“Shh Princess,” L hushes, taking his cock in hand and rubbing it up and down Light’s slit. “Just relax.”
“But—”
L leans on one palm by his side, shifting on his knees as he starts to thrust into Light’s heat slowly. Light moans, head twisting back on the sheets, and never once tries to resist, panting hotly, as L mounts him.
“Wait,” Light grips his shoulder as L lays over the top of him, fully sheathed. “We need—”
“You feel so good,” L whispers, “does that feel good Princess?” He rolls his hips.
Light gasps, eyes fluttering shut, “so good…”
“Then stop thinking and let me fuck you.” L chuckles, starting to rock deeply.
Teru walks around the bed. His cock is so sensitive in his hands, so full of heat, so tense and shivery. He barely has to touch himself. More than anything he’s anchoring himself with a few fingers wrapped like a stopper around the base of his shaft. One or two good strokes, after all this time, and he knows he’ll explode like a fire cracker.
But he wants to watch this.
He wants to see all of Light.
He wants to enjoy this.
L presses soft, open mouthed, kisses into Light’s clavicle as the smaller man arches his back desperately under him. Light’s eyes are shut, mouth open limply, and L has the endurance to really take his time to enjoy this.
Teru shifts closer, one knee on the edge of the mattress, and pants softly as L gropes and squeezes at Light’s breast. Teru moans, head spinning as L digs his tongue into Light’s mouth.
“That’s it, baby, tighter,” L coaxes. “You feel so good.”
Light moans deliriously.
“This isn’t fair,” Light whines.
“You wanna cum baby?” L grins.
“Oh,” Light hesitates, seeming to forget his argument. “Yeah, yeah, I wanna cum.”
“And what about Teru? Should I be nice to Teru?” L tuts.
“Teru’s a good boy,” Light pants around L’s shallow thrusts.
L chuckles. “Then let’s compromise.”
Sitting back, L pulls Light up by his arms. Light wraps them around his neck as L pulls the smaller man into his lap, the pair of them still joined at the hips.
“Mikami,” L grunts, “lay back on the bed.”
“What…?” Teru hesitates.
“I can put the cage back on if you don’t want to play.” L warns, stroking Light’s thighs around his waist.
“No, no, I just—” Teru scrambles into the bed, “like this?”
“Perfect.” L grins. “Now…”
L moves Light like he’s an art installation.
“Hand and knees, Princess,” L directs, “right over the top of Mikami, that’s it…”
Teru inhales sharply and can’t seem to exhale.
Over the top of him like this….
Teru’s cock brushes up against Light’s stomach as L gets in position behind him.
“Now then,” L strokes the back of Light’s thighs, “you remember what I said, Teru?”
“No fucking what’s yours.”
“That’s a good boy,” L sheathes himself in Light firmly enough to make the boy between them gasps. “But Light can touch you, if he wants.” L warns.
Teru moans, sound harmonizing with Light’s own purr, as L starts to thrust. L's hands grip hard at Light’s hips and, slumping forward, Light rests his forehead on Teru’s clavicle. His whole upper body is resting on top of Teru, his breasts against the fuzz of Teru’s chest, Light’s temple under his chin, Lights sweaty stomach rubbing against his cock as L fucks his cunt…
Teru closes his eyes and, for a few perfect moments, is in heaven.