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Matsuda is on his knees, still fully dressed in his navy blue suit and red tie combo, fresh from his shift at work. Light sits in front of him on his bed in a shirt and socks, legs parted for him to watch as he circles his clit with slim fingers.
Mr. Yagami and his family are just downstairs. Either of them would be able to hear if they weren’t being too careful.
Matsuda drools, his cock achingly hard against his slacks. He feels as though he were under some sort of spell watching Light work magic on himself.
“Mmh,” Light moans softly, now bringing two fingers either side of his pussy, parting it for Matsuda. “You want this, don’t you, dog?”
Matsuda whines and nods. He does. Oh, god, he does. Light is so perfect, so handsome. But he will only move on his command. That’s how this works.
“I think you’ve held on long enough, haven’t you?” Light coos in hushed tone. Matsuda swallows and nods, brown eyes wide and round, silently begging for the order that is to do what he desires most right now. “Plus, I want your mouth on me right now…”
“I-I will-!”
“Shh!” Light presses a finger to his own lips, shushing Matsuda. He was too loud. He hunches his shoulders with a tiny squeak. Light grabs his tie and yanks him forward, face now only inches away from the wet heat between Light’s thighs. Matsuda gapes at it.
“Come on,” he ushers, carding his fingers through his thick, raven locks. “Eat.”
Matsuda shuffles giddily, stealing one last glance at Light’s face in the dimly lit bedroom before diving in, sticking out his tongue and licking a fat stripe from his hole to his clit, parting Light’s folds in the process. Matsuda can’t help but stifle a moan. It’s broken and pathetic, but he has to be quiet. He knows, otherwise his chief - Light’s father, would either have a heart attack or beat Matsuda to a pulp. That, or he’d end up traumatising Mrs.Yagami or Sayu..
Light throws his head back when Matsuda starts suckling on his clit, his hot breath fanning against the wetness of his pussy. He then moves to nibble at his labia, causing Light to gasp. He sucks at that, too, bringing his hands up to part Light’s folds with his thumbs, sliding his tongue downward to lap at his leaking entrance. Light leans back on his hands, allowing Matsuda to do as he pleases. He’s panting lightly, doing his best to keep as quiet as possible. Matsuda is trying hard, too, but it’s kinda difficult when his tongue is making obscene wet sounds against Light.
“Shi-it” Light chokes back, gazing down at the older man who’s looking back up at him with glassy eyes. Light’s heart flutters, fingers twitching. He needs more. He leans down to Matsuda’s ear and whispers, “Lemme ride your face…”
Matsuda’s heart pummels to his throat, eyes widening. He could just cum from the mere idea of it - and Light whispering it against his ear… oh god, it’s too much. Light cups his cheeks to bring him into a kiss. It’s sloppy, it’s wet, and Light can taste himself on Matsuda’s tongue. Matsuda keens into it, hands resting on Light’s while he holds his face.
Light pulls away first, sitting back on the bed and Matsuda crawls after him, lying flat on his back as Light instructed. He balls his hands into fists against his chest, body beyond eager, his cock creating a noticeable bulge on the outside of his trousers. He still hasn’t been touched yet, but, that doesn’t matter - all that matters is Light.
Light swings his leg over Matsuda’s chest to straddle him, and Matsuda looks up at him adoringly and his heart throbs when Light strokes his face. “You’re so cute..”
He whimpers, and even more so when Light - finally - shifts further up so his pussy make contact with Matsuda’s lips again. He wastes no time in pulling him down by his hips, pressing a kiss to slick folds. Light grips onto his hair for some form of sanity, tensing his fists occasionally. It hurts a little, but Matsuda likes it. No, he loves it.
Matsuda sticks out his tongue again, dying to moan in delight when it makes contact with Light’s entrance again. He prods at it, wriggles it inside, and Light relishes in the tiny stretch when he pushes it in further - deeper. The taste here is different, intoxicating.
Light starts to gently rut his hips, yanking at Matsuda’s hair to bring his face even closer than it already is, if that’s even possible. Matsuda does his best to keep his tongue lodged inside Light’s hole while he rides it, the muscle starting to burn - but he’ll bare through it. Anything for Light.
Matsuda grips hard onto Light’s thighs and hips, keeping him held down against his face. Light starts to rub his clit again, body shuddering as he sweats, stifling another moan. Oh how he wishes he could hear Light fully without his family home.
“Ah, Shit—“ He whispers. “M’close.. so close, Matsu… Touta…”
Matsuda tongue fucks him as fast as he can, drool and Light’s juices coating his chin, dripping down his neck and staining the top of his shirt. He’ll tell the chief it’s water from washing his face - make up some sort of excuse when he heads back downstairs.
Matsuda shoves his tongue as far as it can possibly reach deep within Light. Lights fingers erratically moving against the pink nub until his hole clenches hard around Matsuda’s tongue as he cums.
Matsuda doesn’t stop there, still penetrating Light with his tongue until he’s rode off his high entirely, until the boys hips are twitching until they stop.
Light remains hovered above Matsuda for a while before creeping off of him, laughing softly when he manages to get a good look at his face; the shiny remains of his orgasm coating his mouth, his pretty, brown eyes and sweaty disheveled hair. Light leans down, kissing the older man on the lips and Matsuda responds happily as always.
“You better get back down there before my dad gets suspicious,” Light says. Matsuda pouts. He doesn’t wanna leave Light - he wants to stay in his room with him longer. He wants to hold him and kiss him, maybe even fuck him. After all, he’s still painfully hard.
“But…” Matsuda points pathetically at his groin to which Light laughs.
“Later. I promise.” He says, ending it with a chaste kiss. Matsuda huffs, but he still feels feathery. He wishes Light’s family weren’t here so he can just… stay.
He watches Light strip himself of his shirt, his body now fully naked while he changes into something else. Matsuda is still pouting.
“You promise?” He asks with a whine. Light turns to him with a cheeky yet sweet smile.
“I promise.”