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He slips up behind you while you’re examining the whiteboard in the room, running over the information you all have managed to uncover about Kira. He kisses the side of your neck, then whispers something that makes you shiver.
“Keep working.”
So you try to continue reading the haphazardly scribbled notes in several different sets of handwriting, but he makes it difficult. He’s knelt in front of you, hiking your skirt up your thighs just enough to slip your underwear down your leg, then you feel his breath ghost over your clit a second before he sucks it between soft lips, skimming the tip of his tongue over it and working two fingers into you.
“L—”
“Just keep working, love. I know you can be quiet for me just this once.”
Your legs get progressively weaker as his silver tongue makes focusing all but impossible. You card your fingers through his hair, grasping gently but not tugging. You don’t want to hurt him, especially when you start to cum. A soft whimper escapes and the last of your concentration crumbles to dust, all of your attention now directed down at L, who’s been carefully watching your every reaction the entire time, who looks pleased with himself and the fact that you had to cover your mouth with both hands to stifle a moan. There’s a very obvious erection but he isn’t paying it any attention, just keeps licking and sucking until you think you might collapse.
You’re throbbing, so wound up you think you’ll explode, so desperate for him to fuck you now but knowing there’s not enough time or privacy. You follow the movement of his hands as he tucks your underwear into his pocket with one and licks glistening fluid off of the fingers of his other, still maintaining eye contact. He slowly rises, your skirt falling into place. Your thighs clench to quell the empty feeling with a bit of friction.
“Don’t worry, beloved,” he murmurs in your ear when he tugs your gently into his arms, dropping a kiss just below and behind your ear. “When they leave for the night I’ll fuck you until you can’t say my name anymore.”
Then he was gone, headed discretely to the bathroom, and the thought of what he had to do now only made the ache between your legs more unbearable.
At least L always kept his word to you.