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It’s not often that you find yourself trying to keep silent during one of Watari’s check ins, but you try your damnedest not to utter a single squeak or breath. You hadn’t been trying to get L’s intimate affections earlier that afternoon, but you were feeling warm and wasn’t it okay if you could relax into his chest and play with his hair as he was poring over files on his laptop? One thing led to another and you were arching your back into his touch as he palmed your soft skin and stimulated parts of your body that no one else had business looking at.
However, just as you were on the verge of completion, just about to feel the full release of a divine high that only L could give you, Watari began calling. As your lover answered the call on his laptop, you were all too aware of how L’s fingers were still sticky from your juices, the sweet and musky scent of your arousal settling heavily into the air around you. As L began to speak in his usual bored tone, you began to prepare yourself to leave. Even if the fire and wound up coil inside of your core had not been released with a snap, you still had a good time and you were expecting that L would attend to your needs soon after he finished.
However, just as you were about to move away from the trap that was L’s legs, one of his arms wound around your waist while the other began petting you gently around your most vulnerable spots. Fingers cool now from your sweat and accumulated bodily fluids, you had to bite back a moan and a shiver as he plunged his fingers back into you, his earlier ministrations having rendered you compliant and easy to manipulate.
You looked up at him, expecting to see him looking down at you with primal lust in his eyes, but all you found was that he was gazing down at his laptop’s screen in concentration–as if he wasn’t coaxing you to come undone by his fingers. Feeling weak, you tried to grab his attention by squeezing his wrist that was connected to the fingers that were pressing and pinching and massaging your precious, fleshy insides, but the arm around your waist migrated until he was pinching your nipples and caressing your stomach. The added stimulation had you clenching your jaw to stop yourself from uttering a sound.
There was no way you would hear the end of it from Watari should the news of what L was doing to you would ever come to light.
Despite the fact that you were putty in his hands, you tried to send him a look to signal him that the both of you were going to get caught. When he happened to glance at you, you noticed that his lips were slightly curved up in a smirk and that he was pumping his fingers in and out at a faster pace. In his haste and in your fuzzy clarity that was rapidly becoming obscured by pleasure, you were only dimly mortified that the squish and squelch of your insides could be heard underneath the sound of L’s low timbre.
Sensitive ears could hear it, but you knew that one should never underestimate Watari.
Aged he may be, but most of his senses had not been hindered in the least despite his elderly nature.
So focused you were on not making a sound that you didn’t notice that L had ducked down, his lips pressing soft butterfly kisses upon your sensitive skin. Every so often, he would say something that related to the current investigation he was working on, but other than that, he was content to let Watari do most of the speaking. And then, when you thought that you could ride out your pleasure without being suspicious, you felt L nose his way into your hair before inhaling deeply.
Perhaps it was because you were nearly far gone into carnal gratification or maybe because you didn’t care anymore–you were so close, damn it!–but you couldn’t help but ask, breathily, but still audibly, “Are you… smelling me?”
Almost instantaneously, you could feel your face heat up in embarrassment, shame almost halting your desire to finally reach sublime bliss. You tried to silently apologize, but L began pumping faster, his fingers stroking and curling deep within your insides as his other hand tweaked and pinched your sensitive skin, his lips murmuring figures and clues that the police must have missed during the start of the investigation.
How he could remain so calm and focused while you were rapidly unspooling was beyond you.
All thoughts seemed to escape when you bucked against his hand, the desire for more friction building up until his mouth latched on your skin, the harsh feeling of his blunt teeth imprinting upon your skin as his fingers plunged deeper into your body and curled in a definitive blow against your promise to keep silent.
You practically screamed in ecstasy as bright white lights blinded your vision and that taut little wire that lay coiled within had finally snapped.
Boneless and fatigued, you collapsed upon L’s chest, loud pants filling the air.
“Did… Did Watari hear all of that?”
You felt his fingers scratch your scalp and stroke the back of your neck, but you were too tired to open your eyes to see his expression.
“Of course not,” L mumbled into your ear. “I finished the call minutes ago. Had I known that you were that far gone, I would have teased you longer.”