#sub l

 “Stop sulking,” you teased L as you dragged him out onto the hotel balcony. “I want to show you something.”

“I am not sulking,” he denied, glaring at you.

“Pfft, yeah you are,” you laughed at the look on his face. L had been called in to help catch a serial killer that had been outsmarting the police. You knew that L had been excited when this serial killer showed signs of being a worthy opponent, as much as it was probably morally questionable to feel that way. But L had just caught the killer about an hour ago, not after the intense battle of wits he had been seeking, but after the killer made a stupid mistake.

L had been sulking ever since, but you had an idea to distract him, at least until Watari returned from the nearest bakery with enough sweets to placate the sulking man.

“Here,” now you were out on the balcony, you turned out to look at the view, directing L to do the same. “Look at all of this! The lights look beautiful in the dim light of the late afternoon, they light up the whole city! Isn’t it amazing?”

“No,” L deadpans. “This is what cities look like during this time of day.”

“Okay, Mr. Grumpy,” you rolled your eyes and pulled him so that you were holding him from behind, still looking out onto the city. It felt nice to hold him in your arms after the lonely week where L had been focused on catching the killer. You took in a deep breath of his scent and couldn’t help the purr that followed. L huffed but leaned into you anyway.

“Can we go inside now?”

“Nope,” you grinned, tightening your grip around his waist. “I want to stay out here.”

“I don’t.”

“Hmm, but I bet I could convince you,” you murmured into your mate’s ear, sliding a hand up L’s loose shirt.

“What are you doing? We’re outside,” L protested, grabbing your wrist in a very firm grip. He was so deceptively strong, and it only stoked the flames in your stomach. You had such a capable omega.

“We’re on the penthouse floor, no one should have a reason to look up this far.”

“There are cameras, you should know that.”

“You own the cameras, Lawliet,” you chuckled. “If you don’t want anyone to see, then just delete the video when we go back inside… Unless you’d rather keep the video for later, of course.”

“Watari might see the live camera feed,” L continued, completely ignoring your teasing. “That is, if he doesn’t just look out of the window.”

“Watari has gone to get you some sweets, you know that. And look,” you snaked your free hand up to his face and gently guided his face to look down at the road to the left. “We’ll be able to see Watari’s car return, long before he can get to the balcony or the cameras.”

L was silent.

“You can trust me, Lawliet. It will be fun, I promise.”

…

“You’re so sensitive, Lawliet, I adore that about you,” you purred into L’s ear. “It reminds me that I’m the only one who has had the pleasure of touching you like this.”

“People might see this,” L grumbled for the fourth time in ten minutes.

“No one will care enough to look up here, relax,” you reassure him.

His concerns were silly in your opinion. Even if anyone did happen to care enough to look up at you from a distance, it probably wouldn’t look like anything much was going on anyway. You were both still fully dressed, stood upright (well, L was leaning against the railing, but close enough) and seemed to be enjoying the city scape as tourists often did.

Of course, if someone looked up with binoculars, the picture might look a lot different.

“Th-this is dangerous,” L said, his voice a lot weaker than normal.

They’d see the bright flush on L’s face.

“If someone sees, embarrassment would be the last of our problems, th-they could figure out who we are.”

They’d see the way he was relying on your arm and the railing to keep himself upright.

“We shouldn’t even be outside.”

They’d see your hand disappearing down the back of L’s trousers.

“Lawliet, just relax and trust me,” you purred, a third finger wriggling into his warm hole. Your mate seemed determined to complain and recite safety procedures while you fingered him on the rooftop. What did it say about you that it was kind of hot? Maybe it was just so intrinsically L that you couldn’t help but find it endearing.

Because L was still wearing all of his clothes, a wet patch was quickly forming on the back of his trousers from the slick that you were steadily coaxing out of him. L wasn’t the wettest omega in terms of slick production, but in your opinion, that just made it more rewarding when the wet patched finally formed.

“Does it feel good, Lawliet?” you asked, leaving a trail of kisses up the sensitive skin on his neck as L was breathing heavily, words stolen from him. “We’re outside right now, remember. We’ll be leaving this hotel tonight, can you imagine what the cleaning staff will think when they discover the big wet patch on the balcony when it hasn’t rained in weeks? Will they figure it out you think?”

“They won’t,” L denied, pushing back lightly onto your fingers like he didn’t realise what he was doing. “They’d likely assume someone spilt a drink.”

“Maybe,” you hummed. “Maybe not. Guess we’ll never know.”

L opened his mouth to argue, but your attention was pulled elsewhere.

“L, look,” your voice was excited but with an edge of urgency. A fancy black car was just pulling into the side road by the hotel. “Watari’s back.”

L jolted, his head swinging around and his eyes focusing on the car immediately.

“We need to go inside and delete the camera footage,” L said already pulling away, fumbling to adjust his clothing. The fact that he thought fixing his clothing would hide what had happened was cute. L had no idea how obvious it was when you two had been fooling around, although L was especially nose blind and had a very weak scent, so to him it was probably hard to tell, but no one else was fooled.

You were suddenly reminded of the time you and L had sex just before Watari had returned from overseeing an interrogation, and he clocked the fact that L was covered in your scent the second he walked in through the door. You couldn’t bear to look him in the eye all day (something which L later told you off for because ‘it will be obvious that we have something to hide if you can’t look him in the eye’. To this day, L didn’t know how much Watari noticed about your escapades and assumed you were getting away with all this.)

“We can go inside after you cum, so you better hurry,” you teased, picking up the pace of your fingers. “I reckon we have five to seven minutes to make sure we’re presentable, and considering how sulky you were earlier, Watari is probably rushing so I’d put it closer to five.”

As the time ticked on, the rising panic was palpable. You were visualising every step that Watari would have to take to get to the penthouse.

Five minutes, the staircase at the back of the building.

Four minutes, the hallway to the lift.

Three minutes, the journey on the lift…

You could tell that L was doing the same as he also tried to focus on cumming as fast as he could, sweat gathering on his forehead at the exertion.

“Come on, Lawliet, you don’t have much time left,” you growled into his ear, enjoying how the hairs on his neck stood up. “You have to cum.”

“I’m trying,” he growled back. “I can’t, we don’t have time, we have to stop.”

Two minutes, the corridor approaching the penthouse entrance.

You tugged L up to your chest, holding him against you.

“Hold your breath,” you ordered. You felt L’s chest expand and hold as you’d asked. The temporary low oxygen levels should make his orgasm easier to reach. Now he just needed some verbal encouragement. “Look at all those buildings, all those people who might be watching us right now. Imagine what they would think to see us up here. Would they be jealous? Disgusted? Turned on?”

One minute, entering the penthouse with all the bags, heading to the kitchen to unload and prepare L a tray.

“Come one, Lawliet, you can do it, cum for me.”

You had maybe thirty seconds to finish this up if you wanted to avoid a rather unfortunate situation.

But just as you were thinking of abandoning the plan, L cummed and spasmed around your fingers. He let out a very muffled strangled yell and his knees gave out, causing you to rip your fingers out of him with more abruptness than you had planned in order to catch him. L’s hips were jerking in the final waves of his orgasm, but as much as you wanted to let him recover in peace, you had to get him back into your bedroom, and then be ready to intercept Watari at the bedroom door to take the tray of sweets he’d be delivering.

L’s trousers were noticeably soaked at the back, so pretending to simply be enjoying a moment on the balcony together would never work. Not to mention, you already knew that Watari was harder to fool than L seemed to believe when it came to these matters.

“I’ll take you to our bedroom for a shower, hopefully before Watari delivers the sweets,” you whispered, sweeping L up into bridal carry, and ignoring his weak protests at being carried. “Be quiet, I have no idea where Watari is, sound doesn’t carry outside to the balcony.”

L was obviously exhausted after the orgasm (and the multiple days without sleep of course) and stayed silent. As you entered back into the penthouse as quietly as you could, you could hear the chinking of cutlery in the kitchen. Watari was making L’s platter, you had to hurry.

You scrambled to the bedroom as quickly as you dared and when the bedroom door finally closed behind you, you let out the biggest relieved breath. Thank goodness. You sent a dazed L to the ensuite to shower, just as Watari knocked on the door.