Heartstrings or Handcuffs? (L x Light)

Evolution

Me: "WARNING! THIS IS YOUR WARNING! LEMONS AHEAD! YOU ARE IN THE SPLASH ZONE! PROTECT YOUR EYES FROM THE LEMON JUICE WITH GOGGLES OR GET OFF THIS PAGE IMMEDIATELY! BEWARE OF GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT; DON'T FOLLOW L INTO STRANGERS' VANS FOR CANDY BREAKS; and have fun, okay? YOU'VE BEEN WARNED! This chapter also features major plot events so skip through the sex scene if you want to keep reading but aren't interested in the smut. If you see 'Jesus Christ!' a majority of the mature content has ended."

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My thoughts were sluggish and frustrated. I was feeling something on the border of anger and need. There was one thing that was clear to me, though: I was going to fuck the neutral expression off his face.

L was lying beneath me, dressed only in his pants, while I hovered over him, fully clothed. I wasn't sure how we had gotten in this situation—my thoughts were just a boiling tangle—but I knew how we were getting out of it. I couldn't stand how he could look so...unaffected by my obvious advances. How dare he not play my game? How dare he not submit?

I yanked his jeans open, popping the button and ripping the zipper down. His eyes followed my moves blankly, and his body seemed to react not at all to my forceful touch. Oh, I'd make him react.

I tugged his jeans down to somewhere around his knees, not bothering to take them off fully. Then I paused—I had a delicious idea. I was going to tease him.

Instead of touching him any further, I sat back on my haunches, and I brought my hands to the hem of my shirt. I lifted the fabric up and away slowly and sensuously, flexing as I went. When it got caught on the chains, I ripped it off by force and tossed the shreds to the floor. L turned his head to look at where my shirt had fallen, but I put my hand on his jaw, and I jerked his head back—he would fucking watch me.

I continued with my strip tease by putting my hands on my pecs and stroking down, down over the soft skin and the erect nubs of my nipples and the abs and the start of my happy trail. When my hands reached the edge of my jeans, I brought them to the button and worked at it teasingly slowly with my fingers. I held eye contact with L all the while. He wasn't even blinking for Christ's sake.

I released the button from its hole, and then I started on my zipper, relishing the soft sound it made as I pulled it smoothly, unhurriedly down. Next, I pulled my pants down to my knees like his, enjoying the teasing hug and release of the fabric as it was peeled away. I was hard, and it was extremely obvious through the thin material of my grey boxer briefs. You could even see a wet spot at the tip.

Was it my imagination? That one of L's hands was drifting to his inner thigh? It didn't matter—I felt powerful like this, and that alone was nearly enough to get me off. L's eyes raking over my body were like applause to a stripper, camera flashes to a model, aroused watchers to a porn star. They were still blank, but their gaze made me feel...wanton.

I peeled the waist band of my underwear down slowly, teasing the newly exposed flesh with my thumbs where they made contact. Fuck! I had just popped out of my confinement, and I had to tilt my head back with a moan as I wrapped my hand around my hardened length and began to stroke. My eyes clenched shut, and I was thrusting out my chest like I wanted my nipples sucked. I took my free hand and fondled my smooth balls.

I gasped when I felt something hot and wet touch my tip. I managed to open my eyes and look down. L met my gaze as he took my member into his mouth. His eyes were still expressionless, but it was enough. It was more than enough as he tweaked my sensitive nipple, and I watched my shaft disappear between his lips. I came. Hard.