#light kun

He paused in front of the mirror, running his fingers through his hair until it fell naturally, unstyled.  He tossed his socks in the laundry basket on his way back out.

Light took a seat beside L on their couch, ducking under one of his arms and curling up against him.  L glanced down at him, surprised.

“Something wrong?”

Light shook his head.  “Don’t mind me.  You just felt far away is all.”  Light closed his eyes, resting his head on L’s shoulder.

L shifted to accommodate him, his hand resting on Light’s hip.  His fingers rubbed along the soft cotton for a beat before slipping under his shirt to rub along the skin above his hip bones.  Light sighed.

L continued typing, but the movement was slower, less focused.  Light rested one hand on L’s thigh, ostensibly for balance.  When L’s breath caught, he slid his hand a little higher along his inner thigh.

Light could feel L’s eyes on him.  He looked up, keeping his head tilted down.

“Something wrong?”

L hummed.  “Not that I’m aware of, although I’m beginning to suspect that you’re cross with me.”

“Certainly not.”  Light turned his face back into L’s neck, breathing in the scent of him, something light and sugary.

“Then you feel I’ve been neglecting you.”

“Do you think you’ve been neglecting me?”

“I’m beginning to,” L mumbled.  He rubbed Light’s back under his shirt, his other hand coming to rest over Light’s on his thigh.  “Did you miss me while I was gone?”

“Did you?”

L sighed.  “Now I know you’re upset.  I’m sorry I didn’t immediately drag you to the bedroom.  I thought of something for this case while I was on my way back, and I wanted to deal with it before I forgot.”

“And then you got sucked in.”

When Light pulled back to look at him, L’s smile was sheepish.  Light rolled his eyes and shifted so he was straddling L’s lap.  L settled his hands on Light’s hips as if on instinct.

“Will you forgive your workaholic husband?” L fluttered his eyelashes, teasing.

“Maybe.  If he makes it up to me,” Light said, wrapping his arms around L’s neck.

“And what would you like from me?  How can I make it up to you?”  L leaned in until their noses brushed.

“You’ve been distracted for an hour since you got home, so I want at least two hours of your undivided attention,” Light declared.

“Oh?  And whatever shall we do together for two hours?”  L brushed his nose along Light’s neck, kissing the skin there.

Light tipped his head back.  “I’m sure you’ll think of something.  You’re some kind of genius, aren’t you?”

L laughed and scooped him up, his arms under his legs.  Light clung to him as L stood, carrying him to the bedroom.

“It’ll be a shame to strip you when you’re all warm and soft,” L murmured, rubbing a hand over the fabric.  “And wearing my shirt, too.  Domestic temptation.”

“That was the idea, yes.”  Light smirked.  “And it worked, too.”

“Darling, you could have been wearing anything, and I would have come away with you.”  He kissed the side of Light’s head before lowering him to the bed.  “You’re tempting enough all on your own.”

“Maybe next time, I’ll just wander around the house naked until you finally come away from your work.”  Light tugged L down into a kiss, his limbs still wrapped around his husband.

“Mm, if you were wandering the house naked, I don’t think I’d want to leave my computer.”  L nipped at the shell of his ear.  “I wouldn’t want you to get dressed again once we were done.”

Light laughed, kissing him again.  “Pervert,” he accused between kisses.

“Perhaps, but you love me.”

“Despite my better judgment.”

“Are you sure about that?” L rocked his hips against Light until they were both moaning.  “I’m fairly certain there was a reason we got married…”

“Fine, fuck, yes, we can’t keep our hands off each other.”  Light tugged at him impatiently.  “Now hurry up.  I’ve been waiting to have my way with you for over an hour.  Not to mention the days you were away.”

L grinned.  “You missed me.”  He nibbled at Light’s shoulder like he was considering leaving a mark.

“I missed your dick maybe.”  He gasped when L started to suck, intent on leaving a hickey.

“No need to hide from your feelings, dear,” L murmured.  “I missed you, too.  My perfect, wonderful husband.”

Light’s breath caught in his chest.  His fingers dug into L’s back, grasping.  “Flatterer,” Light accused.  “Trying to get back on my good side.”

“No,” L kissed him, “I never left your good side.  I just like telling you what I think of you.”  He kissed him again.  “Handsome, clever, charming, adorable, stellar, exquisite…”  He slipped into a language Light didn’t immediately recognize, continuing on and on.