Who Said I'm Too Young!?

☆Chapter Four☆

Near's P.O.V

"Ah," I mewled, my back arching. I felt L smile against my flesh, continuing with his kissing. He began to nibble and lick at my skin, my nerves racking hysterically in response. It just felt too good. I was trembling, the need growing below my waist.

I didn't know what to do, I felt helpless. The sensation kept nagging at me, ordering me to do something with it, but I didn't have a clue as to what to do.

"Ahh," I gasped, as he neared my belly button, pink tongue encircling around it like a halo. I was really burning up, trying to refrain myself from gasping heavily.

I nearly screamed when I felt him kiss me...down there through the fabric. I never even knew it could stick up like that.

I didn't fidget or panic when I felt his cold hands gripped the elastic around my pants and gently slid them off, removing them completely to discard them upon the ground. I was left in my boxers, an unfamiliar bump poking against the fabric.

L placed his hand on that bump, stroking gently in an up and down motion.

"Ah!!" I yelped, my hips thrusting upwards. I couldn't control myself, I felt as if I were about to explode. I gasped as I felt his cold fingers grip the elastic around my boxers, pulling them down over my legs and off. They were merely discarded haphazardly on the bed.

I was naked, trembling and flushed. I stared down at my self, amazed at my reaction. I knew about the hormones of a man, but this...I never realized that I too would be able to feel those hormones. I was erect, full and hearty. It was amazing.

"Ahh..." I started at the feel of L's hands, stroking gently upon my erection. He continued that for a few moments, each stroke springing me to life. I leaned in against him, desperate for more.

He kept on at it, stroking and rubbing so tenderly that I had to bite my lip from screaming. The pre-cum had already started to show itself.

"Ah, L," I breathed, my legs spreading wider. L stopped his stroking, leaning over me. His erection rubbed against mine, making me squirm for more. I found myself disappointed that his clothes were still on.

"What do you want, Near?" he asked lowly, his breath hot on my skin. I shivered, the feel of my erection pressing against his driving me mad.

"More," I whispered. "More, L. Please, more..." I cringed at the sound of myself. I had never been the one to beg, plead or whine. I simply didn't benefit from it...but now...it was entirely different. I was with L. I saw him smile briefly, then he went lower and lower and lower...

"A-ah!" I gasped, the feel of his wet mouth now over my throbbing erection. I felt his tongue twirl against the tip, gliding against me. He sucked at a steady rhythm, at first slow and smooth but then later he started to go faster.

The pressure was building within me, threatening to explode. It felt so good, so freaking good. I wanted to let go, to lose myself, but I managed to hold on. I wanted to experience these sensations forever, I didn't want to lose them.

"Ohh..." I breathed, my legs spreading even wider. I thrusted when he sucked, I moaned when his tongue swirled around my throbbing erection...basically I reacted to everything he did to me. Then, he did the most brutal thing he could do when one was on an ecstasy induced over-load...he rubbed against my balls.

"AH!"

I lost it, coming into his mouth. He didn't cringe or anything, not even back away. He removed his mouth from around me, visible white droplets dripping from the corner of his mouth. I felt even more naked when his mouth left me, missing the feeling of hot velvet.

I crashed my head against the soft blanket of my bed, my chest heaving. My cheeks were flushed, my face red and hot...and I still had my legs spread open.

He straddled me again, leaning down to place a heated kiss upon my lips. His tongue twirled with mine, exploring the caverns of my mouth. I tasted salty. He withdrew from the kiss, leaving me gasping and breathless.

He was breathing heavily too, his cheeks tinged the faintest of pinks. His hair was messy, plastered all about his face like a wilted flower. He looked calmly wild.

"Near," he breathed, placing his forehead against the crook of my neck. I shuddered at his closeness. We were still too warm.

"L," I stared, my voice tiny and mute. "What about...you?" He picked his head up, his large black eyes wide and probing.

"What about me?" he asked calmly. I blushed, trying to look from under him. I wanted him to get my point, so I tried to move my eyes towards the direction of his lower abdomen, but he still didn't budge. He placed his forehead back between the crook of my neck, shaking his head. His hair tickled my face.

He then withdrew from me, sitting himself to the side of my body. I felt exposed and suddenly self conscious, now that he was no longer on top of me. I stretched out my arms, trying to reach over to my pajama bottoms, but was stopped when L interfered.

He wrapped his long arms around my waist, sliding me over. He sat me in between his criss-crossed legs. I shivered at his touch, the shirt fabric gliding over my exposed skin. We sat like that for a few long moments, just thinking to ourselves.

His nimble fingers glided over my stomach, tapping their merry way along my skin as if dancing to invisible music. He then leaned down, resting his chin upon my shoulder. He kissed my neck sweetly, rubbing his lips along my skin. He grinned.

"We can save that for later."

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A/N: All done!!!

OH! And if you saw the picture at the top where Near has blood on him... is that an episode of fanart?

Screw it I'm gonna watch Death Note ALL over again!

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