Subject: Raito

"Shall we see if my theory is correct, Raito-kun?" L asked playfully as he leaned into Raito.

Still frozen in shock, Raito didn’t resist as L brushed their lips together. L pulled away for a moment, only to lean back in and press against the other man a bit more firmly. As L’s lips moved against his, Raito’s eyes slid shut and he relaxed against the leather chair. L mentally smirked at this reaction and settled in to enjoy his new position.

Raito had expected fire. He’d thought that kissing the greatest detective in the world would be intense, hot, breathtaking. But L’s kisses were soft, the heat he felt more like being wrapped in a blanket than flames. As his hands took hold of L’s hips, pulling him closer, Raito decided that he’d had enough of soft.

L gasped at the sensation of hard fingertips abruptly digging into his hips, startled out of the comfort he’d settled into when Raito pulled him closer. Raito’s tongue found its way into his mouth then, stealing the detective’s breath and sending a spark down his spine. L began to follow the other’s man lead, pushing forward and trapping Raito against the chair as he fought for dominance in his mouth. His hands found their way into chestnut hair as Raito’s slid down to his rear, grabbing and pulling forward, holding the detective to him with barely an inch of space between them.

Two hundred and forty one seconds passed before the two men broke apart for air.

“Maybe, your theory has some merit Ryuzaki.” Raito whispered against the other’s lips, sliding his hands down denim covered thighs, then back up to slide beneath the detective’s shirt. L shivered at the feeling of Raito’s hands on his skin and pressed his forehead against the others.

“Perhaps further testing is required Raito-kun?” L asked, moving towards the younger man’s lips one again, his own hands making their way from Raito’s hair to his shoulders. Raito only smirked before leaning back in for another kiss.

As L’s hand began caressing his chest, Raito thought that this was certainly much closer to the fire that he’d been expecting. His skin seemed entirely too warm, Ryuzaki’s hands leaving trails he could feel even after they’d passed. He groaned when the older man shifted against him, bringing their hips together and rocking against him. The kiss that Raito had been dominating turned to L’s favor as he was pushed further into the chair.

Now too dazed to think clearly, Raito didn’t resist when L pushed his shirt up to expose his chest. Slender hands rubbed his stomach, working upwards until nimble fingers worked his nipples in time with the war they were still raging with their mouths.
Again, the two broke apart for air, but this time L focused his attention on Raito’s throat, licking his way down to the collarbone, pausing occasional to nip at the flesh before him. Raito tried to stifle the gasps those bites caused by biting his lip, only to fail at restraining them when L twisted a nipple in reprimand.

Raito had always been charismatic. But here in this chair, flushed and gasping in pleasure, L found the younger man too much to resist. He moved to remove Raito’s shirt and met with no resistance, so his hands once again slid down the body before him to rest on slender hips, his fingertips just barely brushing the skin beneath the man’s pants.

“Ryuzaki. . .” Raito breathed, watching the man before him slide down his body to rest on the floor. He didn’t stop the detective as he first unfastened the buttons on his pants before sliding them down his hips and tossing them aside. His eyes shut again and he moan aloud as he felt one of L’s hands cup his member through his boxers, hands gripping the arms of the chair.

L found Raito’s reactions fascinating. Although Raito was originally opposed to the idea of intercourse, L found it easy to coax the other man forward so he could press his lips to Raito’s thigh as his hand continued to work the other through the cloth he still wore.

“Ryuzaki!” Raito said firmly this time, arching into the other’s touch and by then fully encompassed in fire. He lifted his hips eagerly when L began to slide his boxers off, more than ready for more contact with the detective. L’s lips returned to his thighs, brushing against the skin.

While the experience had been enjoyable so far, L was quite ready for Raito to begin screaming his name, and so lowered his mouth onto the other man’s length, sucking at the head lightly while his hand began to stroke. He was rewarded with hands gripping his hair and loud moan, and as he began to work the man before him, Raito’s cries only grew louder, his grip harder.
The heat he felt now was so much more than he’d expected. L’s mouth on him alone was enough to make him climax, but Raito wasn’t ready for this encounter to end.

His hands tugged L’s head off of his member, answering the questioning stare he received with a simple “More.” L merely nodded, standing and pulling Raito up as well, wrapping arms around his waist as he sought a brief, hard kiss.

Two pairs of hands lifted off L’s shirt, one lingering to caress a smooth, pale stomach while the other set made quick work of the loose jeans.

“No underwear?” Raito smirked, pulling L forward against him and groaning as their members rubbed together. He buried his head against the other man’s shoulder, nearly missing the response of “Too constricting.”

L continued to rock their hips together as his hands slid down Raito’s back, searching. Once at the younger man’s entrance, he slid a long finger against it, pressing gently. Raito only moaned and bit down softly on the throat before him, encouraging the other to continue. Using the younger man’s sounds as a guide, L began preparing him, sliding out first one, then two fingers slowly, gently stretching and reaching at the same time.

It was strange, definitely, but also very good. Hell, good didn’t describe it. His mind was in a pleasant haze, his arms gripping the man he leaned against, his back arching towards Ryuzaki’s fingers. He could feel little bolts of electricity dash up his spine with every press of those digits and every time their erections slide against one another.

Sliding in a third finger, L was more than ready to take the other man now, but he’d yet to ask whether Raito had done this before. And every time the other rocked their hips together, he would lose his thoughts, swallowed up by the friction and the heat that didn’t seem to be quite enough.

“Raito-kun,” he gasped, pulling his fingers out so that the other could answer him coherently.

“Raito-kun, have you done this before?” L wasn’t sure what answer he wanted to hear. The thought of this beautiful man with someone else made his chest tighten.

“Not, not with a man.” Raito managed, his breath coming out in pants.

“Oh?” No, the pain in his chest certainly wasn’t pleasant, no matter how much so the feeling of Raito against him was.

“Ryuzaki, don’t be jealous. It’s not like I liked her.” Somehow, even covered in sweat and on the cusp of orgasm, Raito seemed to know what he was thinking. L leaned forward, smiling into the younger man’s shoulder.

“I’m not,” he lied, “I just wanted to be the first to show you this pleasure.” The sound of Raito’s laughter eased the pressure in his chest. A strong hand gripped his chin, forcing him to look into the other’s eyes.

“And you will be, in a way, but not if you don’t hurry.” Raito stated, bringing their mouths together again and running his hands up and down the body before him. His fingers brushed nipples a few shades darker than his own, traced firm stomach muscles and finally wrapped around the detective’s erection. Slow, firm strokes had L leaking into his hand and biting down on his shoulder.

“Are you ready to continue our experiment?” Raito asked as he brought his hand to the tip and slid his thumb along the slit.
“More than.” L gasped out, suddenly pushing away from Raito only to turn them around and bring them back together again with another hard kiss. Raito groaned into L’s mouth, following the detective as he sat back down in the chair, pulling the younger man onto his lap in a reversal of their initial position. Raito gasped again at the feeling of L’s erection against the back of his thigh, his own trembling as he held himself above the other man.

Concerned for the other’s comfort but without any sort of proper lubrication, L busied himself with Raito’s mouth as he fought to think of a solution through the lust that increased with every swipe of Raito’s tongue against his.

Spotting the unused creamer on the table behind them, L was quite glad he was a genius. Still keeping hold of the man on his lap, L reached forward for the cup.

“Ryuzaki, what are?” Raito cut himself off as he caught sight of what was in the detective’s hand.
Raito stopped moving completely, leveling a glare at the other man.

“You’re not serious.”

“You’d rather do this dry Raito-kun?” L asked. Raito cast another disbelieving look at the creamer, then at L, before sighing and resting his head on L’s shoulder, arms wrapping around the other man’s back.

“You owe me Ryuzaki.” L smirked, pushing thoughts of just how he could repay Raito out of his mind so he could focus on the current situation. Taking a handful of the liquid, L put the cup down and then slicked his fingers, slowly working them in and out of the younger man.

Raito grimaced at the odd feeling, not quite believing he was going along with this but he knew nothing was going to stop them at this point. L quickly worked his way back up to three fingers and Raito relaxed, once again arching his back, erection rubbing against L’s firm stomach. Suddenly, his vision flashed white as L discovered that spot inside of him and only the hand around his erection kept him from coming right then. He couldn’t stop the moans that poured from his mouth as L brutally stroked his prostate.

“Ryuzaki, just do it!” Raito demanded, more than tired of waiting. L slid his fingers out and grasped the other man’s hips, moving him over his erection.

Cautiously, Raito lowered himself further onto L’s lap, stopping every few moments to let the dull pain fade before moving again. Once he was fully seated, Raito found his mouth captured in another kiss as L sought to distract him, once again grasping his length and pumping him. All too soon, Raito rose to his knees, beginning to rise up and down and trying to find that spot L had so expertly manipulated earlier.

Raito was, god, the man was tight and hot and felt wonderful on his erection. L poured everything he had into their kiss so that he wouldn’t take control away from the other man too soon and hurt him, but if Raito kept moving like that, he wasn’t sure how long he’d last. . .

The moment Raito found his own prostate and cried out his name, L clutched the younger man’s hips and harshly brought their hips together. With L setting the pace, Raito could hardly breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t seem to get control of himself.
The pair couldn’t hold out long at that pace, and as Raito screamed his name and tightened around him, L climaxed inside the other man, pulling Raito into him and biting down hard on his shoulder.

Seven hundred and fifty eight seconds later, the two men’s heart rates had returned to normal and Raito began to shift in the other’s lap, eager to get up and clean himself off.

L chuckled and asked, “Well Raito-kun, do you believe my theory is correct?”

“Perhaps.” Raito only smirked, gently lifting himself off the other man, then pulling the detective up and into a leisurely kiss.

“Well, perhaps more testing is needed then Raito-kun.”

Raito’s only reply was a groan at the lecherous look on the older detective’s face. It looked like he would be taking tomorrow off from the case.

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