[ Continued from The Dirty Dice Meme: Locked to backinten ]
His pants are gone at last, joining his shirt and boots somewhere on the floor where he'd discarded them long ago, and Mello pays them no attention. No, his focus is on the delicious contact of their now-bare hips, heat seeping into his skin and pulling their bodies closer and closer as he grinds up to meet Gilbert's rocking motions.
The sharp little bites along his collarbone send sparks like electricity down his spine and Mello groans, tugging at Gilbert's hair in a way that is certainly not intended to get him to stop, but rather to encourage him not to hold back.
((OOC: Continuation of this thread.))
The sharp little bites along his collarbone send sparks like electricity down his spine and Mello groans, tugging at Gilbert's hair in a way that is certainly not intended to get him to stop, but rather to encourage him not to hold back.
((OOC: Continuation of this thread.))