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light of his life (fire in his loins) NSFW

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“Does Light have any experience?” L whispers to his ear.

Light grits his teeth, seething. In another scenario, he would have admitted the truth. But this was L, who held everything over his head. Who makes Light feel inadequate, like he’s still just a child who needs to be gently guided through every single thing. Light refuses to give him the satisfaction this time.

“Who do you take me for?” He replies irritably.

(In the most plain sense, Light loses his virginity to his boss.)

Thank you, off to the races by lovely_yellow_strawberry and (Not) According to Plan by FlamesRise for making a home in my brain.

I’m on that age gap, power imbalance, daddy kink lawlight grind bros. This shit is serious.

Massive thank you to Eli (astral_aphelion) for never giving up on me 😭

Light’s back slams on expensive oak doors. Had he been in his right mind, he would’ve voiced out a strong complaint at the rough treatment. But the tongue and teeth currently assaulting his neck deprived him from following through that line of thought.

Light Yagami, 22, is on a mission. He had been paid very generously by L’s business rival, Eraldo Coil, to dig up dirt on his boss. Any less than legal transaction, any unpleasant history, any petty mistake he could use to smear L’s pristine reputation. Light sincerely doubted Eraldo Coil would ever have enough to even put a smudge on L's name, but he’s got a bone to pick with his boss.

His terribly unprofessional, inappropriate boss who never appreciates all the hard work he does. His boss who blatantly disregards etiquette and dress code, always running light ragged with insignificant tasks on top of his already demanding workload.

L, who is currently kissing him with a hunger so ravenous he might as well be devouring him.

If he could ruin the older man in some way, even just the slightest bit…then it’s worth it. He'll be paid as a nice bonus too.

He doesn’t know how it happens, but L manages to open the door behind him. Light tumbles backward, but he’s caught by L’s arm around his waist. It would have been a sweet gesture, had it not for L’s palm sliding over his ass cheek to grope him tightly.

Light curses himself for his inebriation, having had too much wine to drink during his dinner with L. A date, he insisted. He entertained the older man’s request mostly because he knew something like this would happen.

Unfortunately for L, Light is good at multitasking. He starts making a quick note of his surroundings while L ravishes his throat. Sleek white marble floors, a huge Pollock painting hanging in the living space, towering bookcases. A home office to his right, where he could possibly start his digging while L is asleep.

He’s quickly distracted by L turning him around to hold him from behind, his back to the older man’s chest. And a very prominent bulge poking at his backside. L noses at his neck, pressing soft, little kisses.

“Does Light have any experience?” L whispers to his ear. His hands are already working on unbuttoning light’s shirt. The impatient bastard. “I wonder if Light will even be any good in bed?”

Light grits his teeth, seething. He’s had several casual flings. all of them wrapped around his pinky finger before he eventually cast them aside. He kissed them, touched them, promised them meaningless things, but Light couldn’t ever consider intercourse with any of them. It was something that felt too intimate, too exposing, and Light just wasn’t willing to give anyone that privilege.

In another scenario, he would have admitted his lack of experience. But this was L, who held everything over his head. Who makes Light feel inadequate, like he’s still just a child who needs to be gently guided through every single thing. Like he didn’t graduate top of class and continues to deliver exceptionally as L’s secretary. Light refuses to give him the satisfaction this time.

“Who do you take me for?” He replies irritably, digging his nails over L’s forearms as the older man worked through the last of the buttons.

“As expected of Light. Stellar in everything, even in bed. Surely I won’t be disappointed?” L teases, licking the shell of his ear.

Light couldn’t stop the shudder that wracked him, moaning lowly. “You—if anything, it’s you I’m worried about.” He fires back, fully intending it as an insult.

L chuckles, turning him around to face him once more. Light should hate how he’s being manhandled like this.

"I do not claim to be experienced. Maybe Light could teach me?”

Light bites his lip. Instead of replying, he closes the gap between them, going for another deep kiss. L returns it just as fiercely, cupping his hands under Light’s butt and lifts. Light lets out a gasp, not expecting the sudden change, wrapping his legs around the other man’s hips.

L’s penthouse is huge and opulent, and Light wishes he had enough time to take all of it in. L tosses him on the bed, pressing a quick kiss to his lips before turning around to rummage around his drawers. Light takes that moment to appreciate the king-sized bed and the floor to length windows showcasing a view of Tokyo's nightscape. His disheveled reflection looks back at him, dotted by twinkling neon lights from the city below.

He brings his gaze back to the other man. L lazily pops the buttons of his shirt, an amused smirk playing on his lips.

It infuriates Light.

L moves so slowly, eyes trained on him, like a predator who had cornered his prey. Just moments away from claiming his prize.

Light sits up to shake off his already unbuttoned shirt, then removes his pants with as much grace as he could muster despite the tremor in his hands. He meets L‘s gaze the entire time, who just watches him appreciatively. His very pale, toned body almost looks glowing under the moonlight.

“Such a beautiful boy.” L murmurs, crawling forward to bracket Light’s body with his arms. “So delightful. Like strawberry shortcake.”

Light rolls his eyes at the corny expression. He runs a hand over the other man’s chest, then tries to push the other to lay down, but L doesn’t budge. Instead, L pushes his shoulders flush on the bed, and settles himself between Light’s legs.

Light’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. This position is—

“I can’t wait to finally have you.” L says softly, almost like prayer. “You have no idea how much I’ve pictured you laying on my sheets.”

Light’s breath hitches. He couldn’t think of a response, pressing his lips together and turning his head to the side. His face burns from the confession. He shouldn’t be surprised, he knows he’s objectively very attractive. Not even L has the immunity to his charm. But for the older man to admit it so easily…

“Shy?” L has that teasing lilt on his voice again. He runs both hands along Light’s thighs, before catching his fingers on the waistband of his underwear. Light tenses, before forcefully willing himself to relax as L rolls it off his ankles.

Light feels self conscious under L’s shameless staring. He resists the urge to curl around himself. Instead, he raises a brow at the other. “What are you waiting for?” He challenges.

L hums appreciatively before smirking at the younger man, eyes glinting.

“Spread your legs for me, Light.”

Light felt the back of his ears run hot at the order. How dare he, demanding him to expose himself like some whore. He bites his lip in humiliation. Slowly, hesitantly, he spreads his legs, while L religiously watches each motion.

"Gorgeous…” L exhales out breathlessly, hands coming up at the back of Light’s knees to push his thighs further apart. He reaches for Light’s hand, trailing kisses to his knuckles, his palm, his wrist. “You’re perfect. But you know that, right?”

Light swallows, looking at his hand over L’s, unable to maintain meeting the older man’s gaze. Something unfamiliar blooms in his chest, spreading to his belly.

L reaches behind him to pick up a bottle of lube. Light waits with bated breath as L slicks two of his fingers, before pressing up one to his hole.

It feels…weird. It didn’t feel too unpleasant, or perhaps he was expecting more pain. Light chews on his lip, while L gazes at him from above, smiling.

“You are clean, aren’t you?”

Light huffs at the ridiculous question. “Of course.” He’s never had anything down there.

L hums in approval, pressing a second finger, and this time, Light tenses in discomfort. A twinge of pain that shoots up his spine, making his eyes scrunch.

"So tight. Has it been a while for Light?” The older man asks, pumping his fingers into Light purposefully. The younger man only sniffs and turns his head away, trying to steady his breathing while the older man fucks him open.

Inside L’s brain, a theory starts to form. Something doesn’t feel right…

L is not a nice man, so he pushes a third finger in without warning. The resulting gasp and tightening of Light’s hole was expected and delightful. Light grabs at his wrist, trying to slow his hand.

“L--wait please—“ Light stutters, eyes pinched and wet with growing tears. L takes pity, slowing down to allow him to adjust. He pushes all three to the knuckle and waits, idly rubbing inside Light’s walls.

The younger man looks so out of breath just from his fingers. L watches him closely, the minute twitches on Light’s eyelids, the tightening of his jaw, the quick rising and falling of his chest.

He presses a feather-light kiss on Light’s cheek, whispering. “You’re doing so good baby, just a bit more”. Light sends him a heated glare before exhaling deeply.

L draws his fingers out and plunges in again, seeking with a purpose.

Light jolts with a high pitched yelp.

Right there.

L wastes no time to jab at Light’s prostate, mean fingers bullying past the resistance of the younger man’s hole. Light is wound so tight, fearing for his mind as all thoughts dissolve from his brain, neurons working in overdrive to make sense of the intense pleasure he was feeling.

"I can’t wait to get in you, Light. Stuff you full of my cock. Wouldn’t you like that?” L punctuates his words with his fingers, still hitting that accursed spot inside him. Light keens in reply, back arching off L’s high thread count sheets.

Stupid, stupid old man. How dare he talk to him using such crass words. Once they’re through, he’ll make sure L won’t be able to bear the shame of humiliation once Light exposes whatever dirty secret he has.

Suddenly, L withdraws his fingers out, giving Light a moment of reprieve. He relaxes bonelessly on the bed, groaning in relief. He dimly registers the sound of latex as L puts a condom on.

But L, the bastard, is not allowing him to rest. He places his hands on the back of Light’s knees, pushing his thighs flush against his shoulders. He lets go of one to position himself against Light.

Light could only watch as the tip of L’s cock kissed his rim, trepidation coursing through his veins. It looked so thick, how was that going to fit inside h—

L’s cock breaches past his rim, and he’s seizing up, tightening involuntarily. There was no way he could have prevented the loud yelp that escaped from him. L keeps pushing in, groaning lowly, sinking inch by inch into Light’s warmth. Instinctively, he tries to pull away, trying to move his hips, but L only wraps his arms around his waist to pull him closer, shushing him with an apologetic kiss to his calf.

Light feels so full, like all his breath got punched out of his gut. L is not small by any means, and he’s in so deep and Light couldn’t even form a single thought. Desperately he tries to get used to the older man’s girth, but he has no idea on what he should do.

“So tight…” L groans out breathlessly. Light thought that was the end of it, until L snapped his hips and truly, bottomed out inside him. Light let out a choked cry, nails digging on L’s back, taking in shallow gulps of air.

L draws out slowly, noticing how Light breathed much easier as he pulled more of his length out, the younger relaxing considerably once only the tip of his cock is left.

L chuckles lowly.

He thrusts back without warning, roughly shoving his cock back inside Light’s tight little hole. Light shouts in surprise, before biting his lip in embarrassment. It’s a pitiful attempt to silence his whimpers.

“What’s the matter, darling?” L talks through each brutal thrust he makes. “Your previous partners too small compared to me?” Light shakes his head with a sob, screwing his eyes shut. The tears that have been gathering in his eyes spill over from the action.

L falters in his movements, as if compelled by the image. Right here, on L’s king-sized bed, Light looked like the very definition of an angel.

He makes a point to drive his cock all the way in and pushes Light’s hips down, preventing him from squirming. Making him take all of his cock properly like a good boy.

He leans in to whisper to the younger’s ear. “Is it because this is the first time you’ve had a cock up your little cunt?”

He watches as Light slowly opens his eyes, anger showing past the tears. Light squirms in discomfort, trying to push at L’s shoulders. Damn it, damn you L. Light wants to spit endless scathing words to his face.

“Answer me, Light.” He asks again, punctuating his words with a roll of his hips. The younger presses his mouth in a thin line, no doubt trying to stop all the vitriol he's been keeping from L.

Light glares at him through bleary eyes. Not trusting his own voice, he nods.

L tuts, like he’s reprimanding a child. “Use your words.” He says, tone firm.

He watches in amusement as Light grits his teeth before answering. “Y-yes.” He confesses, shamed. “I’ve never done this before”.

So fucking perfect. “There we go. Was that so hard?” L chides condescendingly. He withdraws his hips again, intent to resume the rough pace he had set prior. He wraps his arms around Light’s lower back and fucks into Light’s virgin hole.

Light throws his head back, moaning loudly, no longer trying to keep quiet. He looks and sounds so heavenly to L, looking like a dream with his wet lashes and tear tracks on his cheeks. And L can’t, can never get enough. He cups his hands around light’s ass cheeks and lifts, yanking him towards his cock in time with his thrusts, fucking him like he’s a toy to be used.

“You take me so well. You love this, don't you?” L growls at him, but Light couldn’t respond through the thousands of lightning bolts coursing through his body. L is fucking him so deeply and thoroughly, Light swears he’s rearranging his guts, molding his body to fit around him perfectly. He can’t decide if it hurt or felt good, unable to even open his eyes to glare at the other.

L thrusts at a particular angle, and Light seizes up so violently he’s scared something snapped in his brain. He’s unaware of how loud he was being. He’s completely at L’s mercy as the older man keeps thrusting, relentlessly chasing his own release, Light’s melodious wails stirring him on like mersong.

“Light, baby, you feel so good—” L grunts out, pistoning with wild abandon. He seeks Light’s hand again and presses a searing kiss on his palm, intertwining their hands together.

“L! A-Ahn please! Please I—“

Light cries out in pure ecstasy, coming untouched, brought to his release purely by L’s cock. L’s thrusts lose their rhythm and finally he too comes with a groan, seating himself fully inside Light.

They lay unmoving for several moments, catching their breaths. L peppers him sweet kisses, on his temple, his cheek, the corner of his lip.

“Good boy.” He praises him softly. Light whimpers weakly in response.

Light whines as L pulls out, feeling the cold air on his poor, gaping hole. It takes him a few seconds to notice the slick cum that drips out of him and into the sheets.

Fuck. The condom broke. He watches L remove the useless latex off his cock.

But Light is too wrung out to care, flopping his head back on the sheets to try and gather his bearings. Shit, how did all of this happen? What was he even doing here?

He settles behind Light to wrap his arms around his waist. They lay there for a couple of minutes, resting and basking in the aftermath. Light is on the brink of falling asleep when L’s next words jolt him back to consciousness.

"How much did he pay you?” L whispers to his ear. He enjoys the feeling of Light tensing in controlled panic. He rubs soothing circles on Light’s waist with his thumb.

Light bites his lip in contemplation. L didn’t seem to be angry, judging by the gentleness of his touch. And he figures there’s no use trying to get out of this mess. What could he even possibly do?

He breathes a sigh through his nose.

"Fifteen million yen.”

Behind him, L scoffs in offense. He can feel him shake his head in amusement.

“Only? That bastard is a cheapskate.” L moves closer to press a kiss to Light’s shoulder. Already, his hands are traveling down Light’s body, caressing his belly.

"You will cut contact with him, understand?” L says plainly, mundanely, like he’s stating a well known fact. It’s not an order, because he knows the younger will agree to everything he says.

“I will.” Light mumbles.

L lifts his thigh, and Light groans helplessly as L buries himself to the hilt once more, jostling the leftover cum still inside. He thrusts his hardening cock a few times, the sounds coming out of Light’s hole sounding so obscene as L pushes more of the cum out of his abused hole.

“If it’s extra compensation you want, you need only ask.”

Light moans his assent, letting the older man manhandle him as he pleases. He voices no complaint as the older man takes him again, ass up and cheek pressed on the sheets.

Light never stood a chance, not even once.

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