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Despite the darkness looming through his window, Light is trapped in a late-night meeting with Ryuzaki and Teru. He stares blankly at the screen as Ryuzaki goes on and on about the case they’re working on, and how more participants are needed. They are currently working on a class action lawsuit, something important but not invigorating. Light prefers the more intense cases, the murders, assaults, and serial offenders. He could not care less about people complaining about the fruit content in their gummies being falsely advertised. It seems the public can’t either, since all the advertisements put out have been failing.
Teru, on the other hand, is very intensely focused on the meeting. He responds frequently and offers suggestions, even talking about the people already providing testimony on the case. Light is more transfixed on the tightness of his dress shirt and the outline of sculpted muscles. While a certain level of professionalism must be kept, as Teru is his subordinate, he can’t shake the want within him. On a technical level, Teru should be higher up due to his age, but he prefers to be active in cases. The way he takes over the stand with his arguments and argues with such vigor interests Light.
He made his fist advance at Teru at one of their department parties. It was filled with dumb drinking games and random women for the men to enjoy. Teru was drunker than Light, so he felt comfortable sharing freely- the off chance he might forget his comments gave him confidence.
In the confines of a bathroom stall, Light remembers the feeling of their foreheads pressing together as he caressed Teru’s hair. He enjoyed the feel of Teru’s presence as his warm breath floated across his face. In his drunken stupor, Teru let praises flow out of his mouth.
“I look up to you so much. You managed to finish school early and climb the ranks so easily. I am happy to even be around someone so successful. Not to mention-” Teru suddenly looks up and grabs Light’s face in his hands.
“You’re so beautiful. Your skin is so unbelievably clear. And your hair smells so nice. I've never seen a prettier man, I think.” The words tumbled out and didn’t stop. Light’s face flushed deeply between his hands.
“It’s like I could stare at you all day. I-” Light cuts off his words with a kiss.
Nothing more than kissing happened, but it has made working with him considerably more awkward. Due to the conservative nature of their society, it's not as if they can simply have a conversation about it during lunch. Teru is too reserved to try to ask Light out, but they have started messaging. Most of their texts are rather polite, but he wants more.
About a week before this meeting, Light sent a rather salacious message. Some off-handed comment about how Teru’s hair would feel nice when being pulled. This spiraled into other dirty text messages and the occasional reference to the novels they read in their free time. Seeing as they were both lawyers, reading was no stranger to them. Light had recently picked up a habit of reading explicit BL novels and once sent Teru a page, suggesting they should try the position sometime.
It was insanely thrilling, saying these dirty things while keeping a crisp and professional manner at work. In the day, they were upstanding lawyers defending the public, and at night, they were reduced to beings entranced by dirty desires.
Something about the time of day, coupled with the sight of Teru, is tickling arousal within him. He impulsively decides to search for pin-up art of the main character of the story he’s been sharing with Teru.
The image shows a man with beautiful, long black hair, similar to Teru’s. He lies across dark red satin sheets, wearing a black leather harness framing his sculpted shoulders and pointy pecs. A lust-filled expression is glaringly obvious on the character's face, and his nipples are hard.
Light can only hope that his interest in the image is not obvious during his meeting, and sends the image audaciously directly through Teru’s work email. The idea of getting caught turns him on infinitely more because he feels as if no consequence can touch him. He is the incredibly successful lawyer who has helped them win, at a minimum, one hundred cases in the few years he’s been working.
A quiet ping is heard through Teru’s mic, and his facial expression changes ever so slightly in the middle of his listening to L. He can tell by the way his eyes travel that he’s opened the email and is looking at the image.
Light was not foolish enough to send the image to him through his personal work email, using a random burner account he’s been holding on to. But the way Teru squints and raises his eyebrow slightly lets him know he’s sure of who sent it.
“I think I will work more on this in my own time… Thank you, Teru and Yagami. I realize I have kept you both for a lot longer than needed. I am simply very passionate about fruit… Enjoy the rest of your night, goodbye.”
Ryuzaki exits the call unceremoniously and leaves him and Teru staring at each other in the camera. Teru awkwardly clears his throat and adjusts his classes before opening his mouth to speak.
“I see that you have been... rather distracted during our meeting.”
“I couldn’t help it when you’re blatantly displaying yourself in front of my eyes, Teru. Aren't you aware there's a certain level of decency required for work endeavors?” He asks with mock disappointment.
“My appearance is not usually an issue with my fellow male coworkers. I apologize”
“You know very well I am not your typical male coworker.”
Teru swallows hard and fidgets with his sleeves, unsure of how to respond.
“Tell me how you felt about my exquisite artwork selection.”
“I- um… Felt rather caught off guard, but I can acknowledge the artistry within the piece. The detailing is very good on the muscles and hair. It bears some uncanny similarities to my appearance…”
“I believe that is my favorite part of the story.”
Light watches as a slight blush begins to form on Teru’s face. He wishes the process could speed up, but he doesn’t want to frighten the man.
“Excuse my forwardness, but I find you rather beautiful as well. If I possessed the skills, I would make something equally as beautiful.”
While his sweet words are flattering, they are just that. Some carnal desire within Light remains unsatisfied with these pelasantries.
“There's no need for artwork when you have me right in front of you, Teru.”
Light begins to unbutton his shirt as he speaks. “It’s rather nice to finally speak with you instead of messaging. I missed hearing your compliments.”
Light watches as Teru’s eyes survey his exposed chest, toned and delicate. He doesn’t work out as much as Teru, but he is still adored by many.
“I, too, admit that I have been longing for another interaction since our brief kiss at that party…”
“There’s no reason we can’t enjoy ourselves now.”
The implication of doing something so private on a video call lingers in the air through Teru’s silence. Although the way Teru chews his lips and looks to the side conveys contemplation, his hands move subtly to unbutton his own shirt and scoot back within his chair.
Light takes notice and returns his attention to the other tab on his computer. Within an alarmingly easy internet search, he finds artwork of the same character being fucked in multiple different positions. He broadcasts the images through the share screen function of the video call and licks the inside of his mouth.
Teru’s blush intensifies as he surveys the screen, caught off guard by the sheer vulgarity of the images.
One of the images shows the character, named Yasu, on his back with his legs spread and bent towards his chest while getting penetrated. The artist’s depiction allows for Yasu’s dick to be visible while leaking cum on his stomach. His face is completely overwhelmed with pleasure.
Teru shifts within his seat uncomfortably as a hard-on begins to develop, conflicted with exactly how to go about this. Sure, he’s jerked off while messaging Light, but this is entirely different. Looking at his beautiful face and sun-kissed brown hair while listening to his voice is almost too much. Although he sits alone in his apartment with a computer, it feels like Light is only mere feet away from him.
Light shamelessly begins to unbuckle his belt and shimmies out of his pants. The hard-on within his boxers is plainly visible with intention.
“I can almost imagine the exact faces you would make if in this position, Teru. Your glasses fogging up and your hair sticking to your face. The beautiful way you would flush, like you’re doing now.”
The second image shows Yasu with his hair being gripped by a strong hand, showing his throat onto a dick so large it barely fits in his mouth. Tears line his eyes, and saliva drips down his lips.
Teru has a sudden burst of confidence to engage in this obvious dirty talk,
“I would be happy to taste you. It would be an honor to be allowed to worship such a sacred part of yourself. My dreams are often delighted with your beautiful presence.”
Light takes his dick out of his boxers as his eyes flit between Teru’s exposed chest and the images on screen. He squirts a small amount of lotion in his hand and begins to slowly pump himself.
“Please keep talking about me. Feel good with me while you compliment me, Teru.”
Teru’s eyes trace the movements of Light’s hands. One pumps his hard dick, nicely trimmed and moderately sized. The other hand is busy playing with his nipples. Tru makes a mental note of where he likes to be touched as his own hard-on becomes nearly unbearable.
Despite the mild uncertainty lingering in his mind, Teru follows instructions and is now touching himself with his pants still halfway on. A certain level of erotic joy settles within him; he’s really doing this with Light. All the messages leading up to this moment, and it happens on a whim after a work call. It is almost comically fitting for the nature of their relationship.
Through breathy moans, Teru resumes his praises for Light. “ I love how delicate your hands are, slim but strong. I like your mental strength and analytical tactics, the way your face shifts as you have a realization. I admire you in ways that feel shameful. I love the way your slacks hug your ass-” His words are cut off with the increasing volume of Light’s moans on the other side of the screen.
Light’s hand is moving with intense vigor, completely high off Teru’s words of affection. Hot pleasure spreads through him as he imagines Miakmi breathing those praises down his neck. His eyes flutter closed as he touches himself with increasing determination.
“Oh my god, Teru…”
Teru keeps an attentive eye on Light as he jerks off, completely entranced by how angelic he looks even in this despicable display of sexuality. His own hand quickens as the pleasure builds up to a peak.
“Light..you’re perfect.”
With just a few more strokes, Light has a body-shuddering orgasm. His hand lazily pumps the rest of it out of him, cooling satisfaction flowing over him. Teru finishes shortly after with a loud cry, catching his cum within a napkin. He is nothing if not clean. Light, on the other hand, has allowed himself to be painted on his chest and thighs, realizing with a deep sense of embarrassment.
Teru only looks at the sight with a sense of longing, wishing he could be the one painted.
“If I were there, I’d shower you with kisses and lick you clean, Light.”
“There’s always next time. Teru.”
After some embarrassingly awkward goodbyes, Light closes his laptop and showers. While he does his meticulous self-care routine, he reflects on what just happened.
The sexual tension between them must have been collection for an intolerable amount of time, because he is almost completely confused by the impulsivity of his actions. The part that scares him the most is that he regrets nothing and only longs for the chance to recreate it in person.