[It's fascinating, and concerning, how all of L's thoughts lead back to violence, to someone potentially enacting violence on him. It wonders, at times, if he would enjoy that; playing on the more dangerous side of things, pushing their bodies further than their typical intimacy does.
It wonders, and then at once, it knows the answer; it makes a note to bring that up later, to discuss it sometime when they aren't already so very exposed.
In the meantime, its focus is entirely stolen away by the feeling of L's mouth on the sensitive skin of its neck-- and then the slow, careful stretch of L pushing into it, the heat of him as he sinks so slightly deeper with each motion, sending sparks blooming through its stomach and over its vision. It almost wants to demand more, to claw and issue commands... but the slow, shallow motions pull forth a different kind of heat, the low smolder of embers that spreads like liquid beneath its skin.
Its fingers curl more tightly there at the nape of his neck, its breathing a soft, warm pant, its pulse pounding beneath the press of his lips.
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It wonders, and then at once, it knows the answer; it makes a note to bring that up later, to discuss it sometime when they aren't already so very exposed.
In the meantime, its focus is entirely stolen away by the feeling of L's mouth on the sensitive skin of its neck-- and then the slow, careful stretch of L pushing into it, the heat of him as he sinks so slightly deeper with each motion, sending sparks blooming through its stomach and over its vision. It almost wants to demand more, to claw and issue commands... but the slow, shallow motions pull forth a different kind of heat, the low smolder of embers that spreads like liquid beneath its skin.
Its fingers curl more tightly there at the nape of his neck, its breathing a soft, warm pant, its pulse pounding beneath the press of his lips.
It's good.]
Hah...