The Forbidden Kisses Of A Would Be God | By : osionide Category: Death Note > Yaoi-Male/Male > L/Light Views: 2854 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: Death Note belongs to Tsugumi Ohba and illustrator Takeshi Obata, I make absolutley no money from thethis work of fiction |
Disclaimer: Death Note belongs to Tsugumi Ohba and illustrator Takeshi Obata, I make absolutley no money from this work of fiction
The Forbidden Kisses Of A Would Be God
I have wondered now -for a long time- exactly what it would be like to experience your kiss, Light. I am not overly experienced in such matters. They have previously never been of any importance and it is highly plausible when you are to leave my side, I will again cease any interest of such a nature. However as far as I have been able to assess you have a very alluring pair of lips. Not overly full as some women like to fake theirs to be, but not too small, and perfectly evenly shaped. They appear soft, I am certain if I touched them they would feel supple and exquisite against my own fingertips. I have often thought it would be like stroking bundled up satin, warm and resistant, with small imperfections that simply added to the experience. Their colour is also very attractive just a shade or two darker than your skin tone, enough to draw guilty looks from lusting eyes but not too dark they obnoxiously take the beauty away from the liquid sparkles of your eyes.
It is not only at times like these when I allow myself the freedom of mind to think about the pleasure I would receive from placing my own lips against yours. But I must admit when you are so close to me when your body heat cocoons me and your chest presses against mine and I hold your body within myself as you gently but firmly move inside me. It is much -much- more difficult than I would ever care to admit to refrain from my musings about kissing you.
However despite all that I will never let you kiss me.
I do wonder if you have ever contemplated the reason why I withhold my kisses from you. With your intelligence level it is highly unlikely you have never spared a thought as to why. With that said then I wonder why you have never confronted me on the subject. Surely I deserve your anger for refusing you such a basic caress after all the acutely focused attention you shower down upon me. Or has that astounding mind of yours that allows you to wonder my thought patterns freely, already determined the correct conclusion? If it has then I would be forced to raise the percentage of your being Kira by at least another five.
Because the reason I will never kiss you is of course because you are Kira.
If you have reached that conclusion yourself and failed to contest the fact, then I can only assume that you are admitting to guilt and therefore increasing the chances of your relation to Kira.
But that is really not my most pressing concern at this moment in time.
Looking up at the boy above me, his face was flushed and a thin sheen of perspiration was beginning to show on the usually flawless skin. I couldn’t help but think that it was quite satisfying to see the normally immaculate young man look just as human as any other in his passion, and all because of me. I noted that his eyes were currently closed and so allowed my eyes to drift down for another guilty look. His lips are mesmerising when he is performing nothing but his usual routines but during intercourse they become so much more. They were red -not their usual pale pink- from where he had bitten them in pleasure usually alongside a musical groan of passion. They also shone from where a small pink tongue had peeked out to run along them as he exerted his body. If I were a weaker man, I would not have resisted leaning up and chasing that teasing tongue back into his mouth where I could have punished it severely with my own tongue and teeth. Often during times like this when I bask in his beauty and know the genius that lies behind it, I wonder why I continue to force myself to be so immoveable around him.
You could complete me in every way Light, if only you weren’t him.
My hands flew up to grasp at his shoulders as the pleasure he had been slowly and attentively stirring in my belly suddenly jumped to a whole new plateau and I gasped out a wordless noise of appreciation. However this spontaneous movement caused the cuffs, which had been lying unobtrusively on the bed beside me to noisily make their presence known. I cursed silently to myself as I felt him pause for just a fraction of a second as the dangling chain rattled in the air. I may not be a weak man but that does not mean I wished to be so blatantly reminded of such burdens with such poor timing, and I am one hundred percent positive that Light shares the same sentiments as myself on this matter.
My prediction is of course correct, reminded of the true reason for his presence here due to my idiotic blunder with the cuffs; his aggression seems to have been stimulated enough to overcome the tenderness he had been treating me with up to this point. Underneath my clutching fingers I felt the tension now laced generously through his muscles. His back arched downwards pulling his chest a little way from my own letting cool air lick unpleasantly over my overheated skin. One leg was grabbed and pulled up to rest over the dip of his elbow before returning his arm to its place beside my shoulder and taking the leg with it. I realised, with a small amount of embarrassment, that this position caused my back side to curve up at the optimum angle for deeper penetration. At this point I undeniably appreciate the fact that I know Light does not have the capacity to become an abusive or selfish lover.
He immediately resumed the comfortable pace we had attained before and I soon found myself settling into to the new position. It was not so unlike my deducing pose as it were, and my legs are quite used to being folded for extended amounts of time, and like this it did not take a large duration of time for him to reach a new level of pleasure. A moan almost dragged itself from his lips and he pressed himself harshly between the cradle of my hips, finally taking full advantage of my splayed legs. The added pressure drove me in short forceful jumps further up the bed, and caused what had been a gentle massage against my prostrate to become an aggressive hit every single time he drove himself home.
The feeling was wonderful yes, but the moan had been what caught my attention. A sexy noise that sent shivers down my back and drew my attention, irresistibly, towards those damn delicious perfect red lips.
Lord Light stop playing with them, are you trying to torture me on purpose? His teeth mercilessly worried at the fragile flesh as he fought against the sensations accumulating in his belly. Do you realise how badly I wish to taste them, are you purposely rubbing my refusal to act on my desires in my face? An uninhibited moan left me as a sharp canine bit down savagely on the plump flesh.
“Light, more.....please!” Am I asking for more penetration or more teasing? Hell if I am aware of that at this particular point in time, as my cock is being squeezed delightfully between us with the tempo of his movements. A yell escapes me as that traitorous pink tongue once again darts out from his mouth at the same time as he lengthens his thrusts, and I am unable to hold back the flood of pleasure from the dual stimulation of my prostrate and my obsession. I finish as he continues to move harshly inside me and through the haze of passion, as my muscles spasm and my cock jerks between us, I cannot force my gaze away from the delectable show before my eyes. He moans and trembles in rapture above me as my body ripples around him and carries his pleasure higher and higher.
At my final strangled gasp he pauses, the tension in his frame almost an audible entity thrumming through his body, and with laboured breathing he gives me a few seconds to collect myself before lowering his torso down to rest on his elbows and relive some of his weight. If I just reached out, just a few inches with either of my hands I could touch them. Wouldn’t it be okay just this once? But, if I touch them will he take it as an invitation, will he try to kiss me again? Will I be forced to reject him yet again? I took the risk sliding my finger those last precious few inches along his damp skin to gently rest their tips atop the soft lips. Just like satin, wet satin from the actions of his tongue. Blissful. His breathing hitched against his will and radiant amber eyes opened to stare contemplatively down at me for a long moment as I obsessively stroked his lips, before dismissing me from his gaze once more and beginning his thrusts again.
It seems he has given up trying to kiss me........I am sorry, Light.
His movements continued faster and less orchestrated than previously as he allowed his passion to escalate beyond the point of no return. Now that he had given me my own climax he was finally prepared to work for his own. Even in anger you are a very thoughtful lover Light, I do love that about you. I wonder if Kira is as attentive a lover as you are and I also sincerely hope I will never have the opportunity to find out. Regretfully I re-moved my questioning fingers from their target filing away my feelings for later review and enjoyment and apologetically trailed them up and through the silky strands of honey hair. Resting the blessed hand at the nape of his neck I bestowed tentative caresses of supplication that I hoped would convey my contriteness effectively, because -I know- I really am no good with words in times such as these. Even so I still decided that the experience had been entirely too short.
But how long can the forbidden really last?
I relaxed to his movements and arched my back just a little to give him free reign over my body. It would not take long for him to reach his own climax and I wanted to revel in the intoxicating sight of Light –thread by thread- unravelling before my very eyes until he was nothing more than want and passion. I loved it when the veil of perfection he encased himself in became torn completely to shreds and all that remained was Light, the real Light. The honest boy who even I had trouble believing to be Kira. A long moan escaped his throat and his free hand slipped from its hold on the sheet at my head to curl around my back roughly pulling my body towards him with every flex of his hips. Quiet exclamations of pleasure sounded rhythmically in my ears while his increasing thrusts against me rocked my body faster as he neared his own climax. Pulling my other hand from his shoulder I reached up and wrapped them tightly around his back clinging to him in his last few seconds.
His eyes open and he looks down at me, a picture of lustful fantasy as he comes. His hips lose all rhythm just pushing and pushing closer and deeper, and the pressure against my back becomes almost desperate as the arm around my shoulders convulsively contracts in pleasure trapping me in his embrace. His chest heaves and his muscles struggle to keep him elevated - a losing battle- and falling back to my body I am finally wrapped snugly in his warmth again. He pants heavily against me, I can feel the hot breath against the skin of my shoulder and I pull him closer his weight a solid and comforting presence against and inside my body. I let him lay there as long as he wants as the sweat on our bodies dry and the tension drains from his frame after his orgasm.
Several minutes later, after our breathing has evened and our heart beats slowed he moves for the first time since his climax. Wrestling with tired arms he –ungracefully might I add- fights them underneath himself and pushes back to his elbows. His weight shifts to rest against my stomach and hips and causes a shiver of excitement to race through my nerves caused by our still joined state. This time his eyes clearly proclaim their sadness. Sadness of which, I am the undeniable cause.
“L....” Just a whisper, almost a plea. His face slowly begins to lower to mine and I feel a momentary panic as those perfect pink lips draw closer to me, my eyes fixed on that one point of entrapment, that one weakness! My breath quickens and my heart begins to thump harder than it had even at the apex of my passion. I thought he had given up. I have made it unarguably clear over and over that I will not allow such an act to occur.
Because........he is Kira.
It takes a ridiculous amount of will but eventually, as his lips come within less than an inch of my own I turn my face to one side and I feel the adored flesh come to rest lightly against my cheek.
No, you cannot kiss me Light because to kiss me would be to love you and I can’t love you.
I am going to kill you, Kira
Please Light, don’t hate me.
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