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It was past midnight at the task force headquarters. Everyone else had gone home, having finished their work for the day, so the only ones in the building were L, who was sitting on the left in front of his computer, working, and Light, who had been reading some files for the past few hours.
If it were up to Light, he would be asleep in his room in his bed by now. However, thanks to the chain binding him to L, he was forced to be up at this time in this room. Since he couldn’t possibly sleep here, he had decided to make use of his time and attempt to get some work done.
Silence filled the room, with the occasional click of a button from L’s keyboard, or the turning of paper pages from the set of files Light was busy with. They had been working in complete silence for the last few hours, without exchanging a single word, as they didn’t need to.
Light had his head rested against the palm of his hand, trying to force himself to stay awake to continue pouring over the files that refuse to make sense in his head. Meanwhile, L had been sitting in the same position for hours, showing no signs of drowsiness. At least he wasn’t sitting in that crouching position of his, which Light found very weird- but then again, everything about L was simply utterly strange.
“Light,” L breaks the silence. “I will need you to look at these files tomorrow, once I’m done working on them. I’d like to hear what you’d make of the evidence.”
He pauses. “There are some parts I can’t let you look at. I can’t risk Kira finding out some of the information I have.”
Upon hearing that, Light raises his head slightly from his hand, but keeps his arm in the same position with his elbow on the table. He looks over to L, who is still typing away at his keyboard, after having casually yet again accused Light of being Kira. Again.
“But I’m not Kira,” Light retorts. “I’ve already told you to tell me if there’s something you want me to do to prove that I’m not, but you said that there’s no need for such measures.”
He stares at L for a short moment, expecting him to respond to Light’s statement, so that Light can reply back to that as well. Seeing as L completely ignores him, keeping his eyes on the computer screen, Light turns back in his rotating office chair to face the same files he was busy with before L’s interruption. He sets his head back on his hand, lets out a low sigh, and goes back to bullying his brain into focusing, forgetting the interaction he just had with L. Back to complete silence in the room.
“Yes, but I still can’t trust you with everything, since you likely are Kira,” L acknowledges Light’s words only after Light had assumed their verbal interaction was over, and that L had no response, and had gone back to his work. “Which means that you will only look at some parts of the evidence. The rest of it is too dicey to risk Kira finding out about.”
Now Light is annoyed. He sets his hand on the desk, and turns in his seat to look over at L. Just when he thought he’d managed to win this little altercation, L decides to respond. Not just that, but he also completely ignores the logical solution provided by Light regarding the issue, while still insisting on accusing him of being Kira, something which he knows is annoying to Light.
“For the last time, Ryuzaki, I’m not Kira,” Light retaliates, glaring at L, “As long as you don’t have evidence against me, you’re just throwing meaningless accusations.”
Light pauses, then continues, “You can’t accuse me of being Kira. It’s innocent until proven guilty. Since you have no evidence against me, stop calling me Kira.”
This time, Light stares expectantly at L for longer, waiting for a response. L just continues staring at his computer screen, again completely ignoring Light as if he had not said a thing. After making sure that L has no response, Light turns again in his chair to face his work. He flips over a page he has finished reading, and starts reading the next page.
“I have evidence. What I need is proof, Light” L observes, without taking his eyes off the screen. “And I only need proof to indict you in a court of law. But there’s nothing stopping me from personally believing that you are Kira. So, I can still keep saying that you probably are Kira. Which I will.”
Light closes his eyes, and lets out a breath. He opens his eyes again and turns to see L still focused on the computer. Light gets out of his chair, and starts walking towards L.
Light doesn’t know why exactly he’s walking towards L; he doesn’t know what he will even do. He just knows that the detective’s attitude and continued accusations are setting him off. It’s like he’s just acting on pure instinct, without conscious thought about what he’s going to do. He just wants to do something about it.
When he’s finally standing right behind L, he stares at him from behind for a moment. L still shows no acknowledgement of anything Light has said or done, and continues typing.
Light brings his hands to wrap around L’s neck. L freezes in place, halting his typing.
L turns his head up to look at Light, who still has his hand wrapped around his neck, but isn’t applying pressure, so it’s not like he’s in danger. But it’s still an odd move- perhaps a threat, from Light.
“What is Light-kun attempting to do?” L questions, looking up at Light from his seat.
Light considers him for a moment, without answering.
“Oh, nothing, Ryuzaki,” Light answers, with a slightly higher pitched voice- a clearly mocking tone, “Just wanted to give you a massage.”
L stares in front of him for a few seconds, still tilting his head up but no longer looking at Light, before answering.
“Oh, a massage,” He repeats, in his usual monotonous voice. “Yes, Light-kun, that is very thoughtful of you. I could use a massage right now.”
L goes back to his work, while Light’s hands are still on his neck. The fact that he actually believes that Light was being considerate is infuriating.
Still, Light moves his hands from L’s neck, to his shoulders. He starts rubbing L’s shoulders, while L was turned away from him sitting in his chair. He’s slightly irritated that he’s not really catching L off guard; it’s like L is still in charge of the situation, and that he is merely letting Light do whatever he wants. L is treating him as if he was insignificant enough to only be worth short bursts of attention sandwiched in between his never-ending work.
Maybe Light took it too far by indirectly threatening to strangle L on the spot, but he’ll still teach L a lesson for throwing those Kira accusations at him.
Light takes his hands off L, and walks away from him for a moment, to a spot on the far right side of the room, close to the place where he was first sitting. He reaches a spot where he can lean against the desk situated on the right against the wall, but he stays standing upright. He then grabs the chain binding him to L, and pulls on it roughly. L, who is sitting in a swivel chair, is pulled towards Light, while still in the chair. He eventually collides into Light, his knees hitting Light’s thighs. Now L is facing towards Light.
“Just wanted you away from the computer, Ryuzaki,” Light says, in a mock-innocent tone.
“That is fine.” L reassures. Light resumes his massaging.
L relaxes into the chair. Light kneads the muscles in L’s shoulders, lightly at first, but then he starts purposely pulling and tugging a bit too much, in a way that he knows will hurt L.
L closes his eyes, allowing himself to relax into Light’s hands, and lets out a deep sigh.
“Light-kun is good with his hands,” Remarks L.
Light is caught slightly off guard by this comment that he accidentally slows down his rubbing, but quickly catches himself and goes back to the same pace.
Light starts pressing harder into the muscles in L’s tense shoulders. This should be hurting L. Despite that, L shows no reaction to receiving any pain.
Light continues kneading and rubbing away at the tense knots, gradually pulling harder, wanting to hurt L. Occasionally, he would give him a genuinely soothing rub, just to avoid any remarks from him.
L sinks further into the chair, seemingly relaxing into Light’s touch.
“Ohhh, Light-kun,” L actually moans out loud, and Light has to seriously think what the fuck is wrong with him. This is not supposed to be pleasurable; Light is deliberately pulling and tugging hard on L to make it painful for him, not some relaxing experience. Was L just messing with him because he knows Light wants to hurt him, and doesn’t want to give him the satisfaction of successfully making him feel pain?
“I wonder where Light-kun learned how to give a massage like that,” L muses out loud. It’s actually irritating to Light the way L is speaking about him in third-person, as if he wasn’t in the room.
Light takes a look at L just to see what’s going on with him, and he immediately regrets it, because he thinks L looks kind of good. Maybe it’s because he’s seeing L in a vulnerable state, and somewhere in his brain it got misinterpreted as something more. He has to stop the thought, before his body catches on.
But it wasn’t his fault, really. It’s not about L specifically, it’s just that their forced proximity, combined with the complete lack of privacy since being chained together had prevented him from giving himself any kind of relief for a while now.
“Ahh, Light, you feel so good,” L breathes, and Light is not to blame that images of L saying this while Light holds him down on their bed are flashing through his mind.
L is blurting out a series of “Ahhh Light” ‘s and “Mmm Light” ‘s. The faces and noises he’s making are obscene.
Light hates the fact that the behavior of this stupid detective in front of him was doing something to him. Were it just a lack of privacy, and therefore inability to get himself off, it would be slightly more bearable, but now he has this thing in front of him moaning like a bitch in heat just from a massage.
He shouldn’t allow himself to think of L like this. L is his rival. He starts grasping at any unarousing– he hates that he even has to tell himself to think of unarousing thoughts, because that would be admitting to himself that he finds the sight in front of him arousing– before he causes a disaster to form in the front of his pants. Well, at least it’s dark, and L has his eyes closed, apparently really enjoying this; so even if his body did get a reaction, L wouldn’t see.
“Maybe if Kira got such a treatment every once in a while, he wouldn’t resort to killing people,” L speaks incredibly slowly, breathes out and opens his eyes.
“What are you going to do, accuse me of being Kira for being good at this?” Light asks, “Don’t test your luck, Ryuzaki.”
“Ah, no, of course I wouldn’t make such illogical assumptions,” L clarifies in between sharp breaths, closing his eyes again. “After all, it’d be reckless of me to upset Kira when he has his hands so close to my throat to strangle the air out of me.”
The sound of Light’s hand colliding with L’s face in a rough slap cracked across the room.
L raises his face to look up at Light, while bringing his thumb to his lips, apparently trying to gauge what caused this sudden reaction from Light.
“Pervert,” Light snapped.
L looked at him with his eyes slightly widened in curiosity. “But what did I do?”
“Don’t act surprised, you’ve been moaning like a bitch in heat just from me giving you a massage. No one does– no one does all this when getting a massage.”
L studies him for a moment. “Ah, Light-kun wants me to supress my reactions to his massage. Probably because it conjures up in him unwanted images relating to performing certain acts on me. In that case, I will turn around, and do my best to remain quiet.” L says, as he turns around to face the opposite way from Light. “But I was just relaxing normally under a massage. There’s nothing perverted about that, Light-kun.”
Light is thankful that at least L has turned around, because it would be impossible to hide the tightness in his pants at this point. Performing certain acts on him? Goddamn if that sentence itself doesn’t conjure up the raunchiest images Light could possibly have about L. L had this tendency to say things out loud that normally people would keep to themselves, and then say them in the most casual way ever, using clinical language like it was nothing.
Light continues his ministrations on L’s shoulders now that he’s facing away from him. He still makes sure to tug at him in a way that would pull on the muscles in a painful way. L is now silent, having managed to cease his shameless, unabashed moaning.
But what L still doesn’t get under control is the little gasps and shaky breaths he keeps letting out as Light’s hands work on his shoulders, which is a problem, because it’s still causing a physical reaction from Light. Light tries his best to ignore the sounds he’s hearing as he continues to work on L. But the room is eerily quiet, meaning that even the lowest sounds can be audibly heard. L raises his shoulders into the touch to meet Light’s hands as they work on the area between his neck and shoulders, and he’s slightly convulsing under Light’s hands while letting out a few breathy sighs. Light doesn’t even know what to do with this outrageous display in front of him.
Light moves his left hand to tug at L’s hair, hard, while keeping his other hand on L’s right shoulder. He pulls L by his hair hard, tilting his head up to make him look at him. L still has his eyes wrinkled tightly shut, and Light doesn’t fail to hear the “Ohhh, Kira” that L lets out. Hearing this, Light moves his other hand to grip on L’s throat, applying pressure for a second, before letting go but keeping his hand tightly wrapped around his neck.
Light tugs harder on L’s hair, tilting his head even further up. After a second, L opens his eyes, looking at Light in the eye.
“Is Light-kun done with his massage?” L asks. “I would have liked him to keep going a little longer.”
“Shut the fuck up, Ryuzaki,” Light barks out.
L stares at him, eyes widened in apparent innocence, taking his sweet ass time to respond. “Why?” He finally blurts out.
Light considers him for a moment. “You’re saying Kira’s name while I massage you.” He pulls L’s hair even harder, and L sucks in a sharp breath. “I’m not Kira, you stupid fucking bastard.”
“Oh,” was all L could say.
They remain in silence for a moment, just staring at each other, while the hand in L’s hair never ceases its pull.
After what felt like an eternity of silence, L chimes in, now no longer making eye contact with Light. “Do you know what I was thinking while you were touching me?”
Touching him. Light feels his cock pulse in his pants at the crude way L is choosing his words.
“I wasn’t touching you,” Light corrects him. “I was giving you a massage.”
“Yes, but a massage does involve touching, in case you’re not aware, Light-kun, so I do not think that I’m mistaken.”
Light inhales. L is getting on his nerves more and more by the minute.
More silence.
L cuts the silence once more. “I was thinking that, Kira’s hands feel so good on me, I would like him to give me a full body massage.”
With the hand buried in L’s hair, he violently pulls him to the ground on his knees, keeping his hand in his hair.
Light cannot fathom the sheer audacity of L’s insistence on calling him Kira, combined with the vulgar way of his speaking.
“You’re too violent, Light,”
L gets up from his knees, holding onto Light to help himself up. When he’s finally on his feet, he wraps his arms around Light’s shoulders, and presses a kiss to Light’s cheeks.
“Well, thank you for the massage, Light-kun. Let's get back to work.”
Light is no longer thinking straight. He’s been getting his patience tested by L for too long. He doesn’t really process what he’s doing when he pushes L away from him, and onto his knees.
Once he’s on the floor, L smiles at him.
Light’s breaths are getting shallow as he unzips his pants. He pulls out his hard cock from his boxers. Now L is face to face with his unclothed erection.
L opens his mouth, and Light puts his cock in L’s warm mouth. Light sucks in a breath at the initial contact. L closes his lips around the tip, but remains still.
“Suck,” Light orders. As if waiting for his command, L obeys.
Light no longer has his hand in L’s hair, so L could really get up, slap the shit out of Light for forcing himself on him, and leave. But instead of walking away, L swirls his tongue around the tip, and starts sucking his way up Light’s hard cock.
If Light had enough blood in his brain, he would be shocked at the situation he’s found himself in. But L’s lips on his cock are sucking any rational thought out of his mind. He speeds up, bobbing his head up and down for a few minutes at a relatively fast pace, before gradually slowing down more and more, until he stops completely, and just stills around Light’s cock while keeping it in his mouth.
“What’s wrong with you?” Light frowns, annoyed. “Suck.”
L looks up at Light, and smiles around his cock, which Light wishes he wouldn’t do because it pulls the corners of L’s mouth away from his cock, and Light really needs all of L’s mouth sealed around him. Light pulls L away from him just a few inches to give him a chance to speak.
“Oh, nothing, Light-kun,” L beams at him. “It’s just that, when you pushed me to my knees, I was bracing myself to withstand some rough treatment, but I didn’t know I had so much power over Kira that I could tame him by just letting him try my mouth for a little bit.”
Light doesn’t realize that his mouth is slightly open at the shock of what he’s hearing. At this point, L is just asking for it.
This time, Light doesn’t wait for L to prepare himself. He grabs L by his hair with force, and shoves his cock back in his mouth. He uses L’s hair to bring his head up and down his length, pulling with more force than he actually needs to. He’s basically using L’s mouth to masturbate.
He’s hitting the back of L’s throat, and L is choking on him while he fucks his face and mouth. Tears start to form at the corners of L’s eyes. This sight, combined with the physical sensation, as well as his anger at L’s words, and the fact that he’s making him pay for it, are bringing him dangerously close to the edge. He doesn’t actually care about cumming and leaving L like this. But he still wants to experience L a bit more, and to teach him a lesson.
He allows himself a few more thrusts, just to really ingrain the feeling of L’s mouth on him into his memory, and then pulls L by his hair away from his cock.
He keeps his hand still tucked in L’s messy hair while he takes in the sight in front of him. L’s face is flushed, his hair is completely messed up as he tries to catch his breath, and there’s saliva and Light’s pre-cum dripping from his mouth. In a very twisted way, Light is tremendously turned on by the fact that he’s desecrated L’s face with his own fluids, solely for his own selfish pleasure.
“Why didn’t you let me get you to finish?” L looks up at Light, wiping some of the saliva and pre-cum from his lips with the back of his hand.
Light grabs L by shoulders, pulling him up, and slams him onto the desk Light had walked to when he first started giving him the massage, so that L is sitting on the table, with his head leaning against the wall. Light is standing right in front of him, pinning him in place.
“Take off your clothes,” Light commands.
L gives him a playful smile as he starts to take off his shirt. He undoes the chains around his wrist, in order to pull his shirt off his body, then places them back on. L brings his hands to the waistband of his pants to pull them off, but before he can pull them down, Light slaps his hands away, and starts forcefully pulling L’s pants off him by himself. He’s still seething at L’s previous words to him.
“You let Kira try your mouth? What are you, some fucking street whore giving a preview of his services?” Light asks as he peels L’s pants away. “You didn’t let Kira, I took you and took what I want from you, understand?”
“Ahhh, Light,” was all L could manage out in response. He’s going to put this whore excuse of a detective in his place.
Light finally pulls L’s boxers off, throwing them at L’s chest. L picks them off himself and throws them away, standing fully exposed to Light.
Light takes a moment to drink in the sight of L’s naked body laid out for his eyes. He locks eyes with L, and maintains eye contact as he leans down to lick at L’s lower abdomen, up towards his chest, throat and jaw, finally reaching his lips, which he massages them with his tongue. L parts his lips and extends out his tongue just slightly to touch Light’s, and they’re actually tonguing at each other’s mouths and lips while maintaining eye contact, and it’s so hot Light kisses him like a drowning man greedy for air as he desperately clutches onto his last hope for survival.
Light starts grinding against L, rubbing their bare hard cocks against each other, their pre-cum as lube. Light holds L’s hips with one hand to steady him, bringing the other hand back to L’s hair. If Light thought L’s moaning from the massage was too scandalous, it’s nothing compared to the sounds being drawn out of him now as Light grinds onto him.
All of a sudden, Light stills his animalistic grinding against L. He removes his hands from L’s hair and hip, and instead grabs L’s hand, and brings it in between L’s legs.
L stares at him with his mouth slightly open in a quizzical expression. “What’s the matter, Light-kun?”
“Don’t you want me to fuck you?” Light grips his hands on the desk on either side of L, caging L in between his arms.
“Yes, Light, I would love that.”
“Then prepare yourself.”
L’s expression doesn’t change as he continues staring at Light. Light digs in his pockets, pulls out a small bottle of lube that he keeps with himself just in case, and hands it to L.
After a few seconds, L quits his wide-eyed, half-open mouthed staring at Light, and takes the lube. He takes off the cap, and coats his fingers with its contents. He takes one final look at Light’s cock as he brings one finger to his own hole, wordlessly begging for his cock inside of him instead of his own fingers.
Light’s eyes are fully on L as he watches him penetrate himself with his finger. L gasps at the intrusion, and allows himself a second to take it in, then starts thrusting his finger inside of himself. Light watches as L inserts a second finger in, thrusts both fingers in for a bit, scissors the two fingers, then adds a third, and starts fucking himself on his own fingers. L looks so fucking good like this, all eloquence and dignity lost as he succumbs to bringing himself pleasure, Light has to resist touching himself to the sight.
Light places his hands on L’s collarbones and runs them from his shoulders, down to his arms, to his wrists, then brings them to L’s hips, then back up his waist, to his chest, and then back to his shoulders. L arches his back into the touch. He feels like he’s on display, fully undressed like he’s some toy to entertain Light, for Light to do with as he pleases, to touch and grope as though he owns him while he puts on this finger-fucking show for him. All while Light is still fully dressed, except for his dick sticking out of his unzipped pants.
Light’s touch sends shivers down L’s spine, and he starts to moan and whine. Light presses his face to the junction of L’s neck, the area where it meets his shoulder, and he sinks his teeth into the tender skin. He grinds his cock against L’s once more as he continues sucking and biting around L’s neck and throat. Light is biting down on L so hard that L’s head is getting forcibly pushed to the other direction due to the continuous oral assault against his neck. L’s moaning continues to get louder and louder, and Light kisses him just to shut him up.
He bites on L’s jaw once more before stopping his grinding against L, and leaning back to watch L once more. L has now completely lost control; his head is leaned back against the wall, his brows are furrowed and his face is contorted in sheer pleasure while he desperately repeats Light’s name as his fingers speed up inside of himself. Light puts his fingers in L’s open mouth, and L sucks on them obediently, maintaining eye contact as Light swirls his fingers inside his mouth and thrusts them in and out, fucking his mouth with his fingers. Light then removes his fingers from L’s mouth, yanks L’s fingers out of himself, and places two of his saliva-slicked fingers inside L, thrusting them in at the same speed. When he puts a third finger in and bends them to touch L’s prostate, L actually screams out Light’s name. Light likes what he hears.
“Light… please…” L begs. “Please…” He’s fully lost the ability to properly articulate what he wants.
Light withdraws his fingers from L, and suddenly flips him around by his hips so he’s laying on his stomach on the table, with his feet barely touching the ground.
L has finally fully submitted to him. Just to make his point one final time, he starts repeatedly spanking L, not even stopping for a second between each hit.
“Still plan on calling me Kira?” Light asks as he continuously delivers fresh slaps to L’s ass.
“No… Light, please…” L begs, all dignity lost, and he looks so pathetic yet so hot like this, Light also can’t take it much longer and needs to fuck him right now. “Please, I need you to…”
“Still going to try testing your luck with me, L?”
“No, no… I’ll do whatever you want, just please… Need you…”
“Need me to what?”
“Need you to fuck me hard like I deserve”
Light can’t help but grin at L’s total submission and desperation. A total contrast to the overconfident demeanor he was putting on minutes ago, telling him that he was letting Kira try him. As if.
Light can’t let L see him grinning like this, because that would mean he’s happy he managed to win against L; meaning that he even seriously considered L a challenge. He forces his smile down, and flips L over so he’s facing him again. He wants to see L’s face as he fucks him, as if everything he’s made L do already isn’t enough.
When he looks at L, he looks so pathetic and weakened by the pleasure Light was giving him, and it brings Light great satisfaction to see him this way. He gives L a second to catch his breath while he lubes himself up. After that, Light unbuttons his own shirt- he’d take it off if he could, but with the handcuffs, it’d just get stuck at his wrists, and that’s a hassle they’re both too desperate to deal with. He intends to immediately start fucking L, but he notices him staring at his exposed chest- and who’s Light to deny him some viewing pleasure? L extends out his hand, only managing to touch Light’s chest for a few seconds before Light pulls his hand away, and spreads L’s legs apart. He holds L by his hips, and aligns himself with L’s hole. With one final look at L’s face, he pushes in.
Once he’s all the way in, he pauses to give L a chance to adjust. Once L’s breathing evens out a bit, Light nods at him to ask him if he’s ready. L takes in a few more breaths, looking at Light in the eyes, then nods back in response to signal he’s ready. Once he does so, Light pulls out almost all the way out, then starts thrusting in L.
He goes at a steady pace at first, gradually speeding up more and more. As his thrusts start getting faster and harder, he notices L’s hands barely gripping onto the table, about to slip.
“Hold on to me,” Light tells him. L’s head is leaned back against the wall, and it takes him a second to register that Light is even talking to him. When he does, he wraps his arms around Light’s neck.
Light continues pounding hard into L. Then, he has a better idea, so he pulls L a bit higher up, brings his legs to wrap around Light’s waist, then starts pulling him by his hips up and down his cock, using L’s body for his pleasure like he was some fleshlight he was jerking off into.
L is now moaning against Light’s neck, which turns Light on even more.
“See? You do know how to behave, after all.” Light smirks. He raises L’s head by his jaw to make L look at him, and leans back to look at L.
“Light,” L whines.
Light brings his hand to L’s neck. He rests his thumb on L’s throat, then moves it to wrap around the other side of L’s neck as he applies just a bit of pressure. L’s head drops back into Light’s grip.
“Knew you’d be so much hotter if you’d just–” Light speaks in between gasps. “If you’d just shut up and take it, you slut.”
He releases his hand from L’s neck, and brings it back to his hips to continue thrusting into him.
“Kiss me,” L pleads so nicely, and Light actually feels bad for calling him a slut and talking to him this way. He makes up for it by pressing his lips gently to L’s. L brings his hands up to cup Light’s face, and he moans into the kiss the sweetest sounds Light has ever heard, he actually has to tell himself not to catch feelings for the lead detective in charge of the case where he’s the primary suspect. Light takes the opportunity to bring his tongue into L’s mouth, moving it around, tasting L.
Light bites down on L’s bottom lip lightly, and L sucks in a breath in pain. Light lets go of his lip and parts from the kiss. He looks at L, expecting him to say something about that, but instead L just kisses his jaw gently, and tightens his arms around Light. Maybe Light really was too harsh with him. Light runs his hand through L’s thick hair without pulling.
“You can pull,” L assures, looking at Light.
“You liked it when I was rough?” Light asks between thrusts.
“Would I have let you fuck me like this if I didn’t like it?” L smiles at him sheepishly.
So Light still hasn’t won. He’s still playing into L’s hands, giving him what he wants, while even feeling bad for him. Honestly, Light doesn’t even know what to do with him at this point.
Light slams L into the wall so he doesn’t have to keep holding him up. He brings his hand up to L’s hair, and pulls.
“You really like it rough?” Light asks.
“Yes,” L whimpers.
Light steadies L’s face with his hair, and brings his hand up to slap L on his face. L gasps in a mix of pain and pleasure.
He feels L clenching around his cock, and he knows L is about to cum. He starts picking up his pace inside of L.
“Could Kira fuck you like this?” Light pants out. He brings his hand from L’s hair to grip him by the base of his jaw on his upper neck, and delivers a second harsh slap to his face as he continues to thrust hard into him.
It’s this that sends L over the edge he had been teetering on for too long. He chants Light’s name as he rides out his orgasm, and Light is pleased that he learned his lesson, and moans out Light’s name as he cums, and not Kira’s.
Light feels his own orgasm impending, and he’d like to cum inside of L, but he wants to mark L and see him drenched in his seed. He pulls out of him and aligns his cock with L’s face as he starts jerking himself off. Within just a few strokes, strings of cum start shooting out, painting L’s face and lips, and some of it getting on his chest and stomach.
Light collapses next to L, and they sit in silence catching their breaths. Then, Light turns around, and licks the cum off L’s face and lips, and once he’s done he kisses him deeply.
“This has no effect on the investigation,” L clarifies, their faces still inches away. “I can personally still suspect you of being Kira, and if I find proof, I will take it to a court of law.”
“Of course, Ryuzaki,” Light answers in mock innocence, pressing his lips to L’s in another kiss. “And I’m also free to personally punish you when you get ahead of yourself.”
“Then maybe I should keep accusing Light-kun of being Kira,” L says, wrapping his arms around Light’s neck. “Just to test out the validity of my theory.”
“Looks like we have an agreement.”