Death Note: Short Erotic Pieces

Watari stared down at the sleeping boy. It almost looked like a kindly old man checking up on his son. Until the person looked down and realized that what Watari was holding in his hand was not a blanket or even a teddy bear, but instead was his penis.

He had slipped the sleeping pills into the boy’s afternoon tea. It was not like L did not need to sleep. All children regardless of their age required sleep. And because of the case L had not been sleeping properly at all. Which had led to problems.

As an old man, Watari found it hard to become aroused, but lately he had discovered that the sight of a sleeping person made him quite erect. However, with L never going to sleep, he had not been able to indulge in his fetish.

He groaned as he rubbed his hand back and forth of his shaft, only to rub his thumb over the head of his cock. Most of the time he would have been finished by now but something was different. There was something here that prevented him from cumming.

“His eyes,” Watari muttered to himself. There was something about the boy’s horribly thin body and those ugly dark circles under his eyes that made his penis want to shrivel up and down. “This will not do at all.”

Grabbing a near by pillow and a marker, the man drew a large smiling face on the pillow and then covered L with it. His penis twitched and became raging hard once again.

“Good. Good,” he muttered to himself as he began to abuse his own cock with the speed of his hand movement.

He yelped and tossed his head back as he shot load after load onto the pillow. When he finally came to his senses he realized something. L was no longer breathing. The pillow had been pressed down to hard over the boy’s face.

“Oh dear. This makes my cock even harder,” the old man said.

It did not matter to him. There were many other children here that could take L’s place in the investigation.