Light broke the kiss first, wiping his mouth. He glared at L over his hand, L stared back. You taste disgusting. What do you eat?
L crawled forward, manacle jangling his wrist. Cupcake, he mumbled against Lights throat, feeling the fluttering pulse against his lips. Thin fingers pulled at Lights shirt. Peppermint candy. Pink tongue flicked out along Lights jaw. Chocolate bar.
Light shivered. He felt hot. Much too sweet, he sighed. A hand slid under his shirt dragging cold metal as it went. God, he hissed, slow, just, slow, squirming as Ls fingers skated down his ribs, over his hip.
Slow? L chuckled, thumbing open the snap on Lights pants. He leaned down to lick across the pale flat plane of Lights stomach, tasting salt, bitter. Definitely not.