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delicious finally some good fucking requests

Since that night he had pounced on you, L had asked you repeatedly to meet and repeat the events. He wanted to explore a physical relationship with someone he could trust, someone he could see himself with. L was very open with his intentions and you couldn’t seem to say no.

It felt dirty, but his interest was quite innocent. He simply wanted to explore the sensory event that was touch. So, you agreed to a weekly night.

It was simple. You threw on a movie while he settled down in your arms. A few reassuring touches here and there, stroking his back, hair, or arms. All very simple sensations that he was deprived of in his formative and most adult years.

It seemed to be different on this night, however. You entered his rooms, met with the scent of flowers and chocolate. He had spruced up, for sure, even adding some dimmed lighting.

“Whoa,” you laughed as he rounded the corner “, if I didn’t know any better, I’d thought this was a date.”

L stopped, looking at you with a curious expression.

“It was my understanding that this was a date.”

“Oh.” You felt awkward. You should have realized… this was far more intimate than he’d gotten with anyone. The idea definitely appealed to you; being the one person the greatest detective wants to be with.

“If that isn’t agreeable-“

“No, I’m the one who didn’t catch on this time… does, does that change what you want?” You asked, not wanting to step over any boundaries. Perhaps he wanted more than the usual treatment.

“Only if you are comfortable, I wouldn’t mind experimenting with different touches.”

You settled on some music tonight, L picking some classical album. He sat awkwardly on the couch, patting the empty space beside him with an expectant look.

You took your place, L getting settled in. You laid back and L came with you, snuggling into your side so aggressively, he seemed to shrink within your arms. He clung tight to you, taking in how your hands roamed along his back and neck. His muscles relaxed as you massages and touched.

His head lifted from your chest, staring a hole into your soul.

“What?” You chuckled, brushing the hairs that fell into his face away.

With a hesitant motion, L leaned up and placed his lips to your cheek. His lips barely brushed your skin, but it set your whole face on fire. He pulled back, turned his cheek to you so you could do the same.

You did, placing one hand on the far cheek and pulling him in. Planting a firm kiss on his cool cheek, you observed his reaction. His neck went red, one of his hands coming up to brush where you had made contact.

“That was nice.” L sighed, his leg coming up to hook over you.

You smiled, taking his face within your hands once more. You showered him in kisses, touching his forehead, nose, and neck with your lips. Soft, gentle moans escaped the man, his embrace growing tighter around you.

“My lips, kiss my lips.” It’s the most you’d ever hear him beg and you wouldn’t make him wait. You kissed his lips with a tender approach. He hummed softly at the contact, his hand finding your shoulder to grip.

He didn’t wait long when you pulled away to initiate another. His hand found your cheek, fingers toying with the stray hairs that framed your face.

“I enjoy this a lot.” He whispered, taking a moment to catch his breath. His fingers found his lips, feeling them for changes. He had never kissed anyone before.

“Me too.”

He rested his head upon your chest once more, craving to be held and cuddled. You couldn’t help but oblige, squeezing him in a tight embrace. You both fell asleep, completely satisfied with one another’s company.