[ Continued from The Fuck or Die Meme ][ Locked to mjeevas ]

[slavic_sinner]

He hadn't thought this through past getting into a room so he didn't really care when the door shut and they continued, not even looking for the bed he assumed should probably be there. Mello wasn't sure when he'd realized how much he'd missed this--sometime between that first touch and the kiss--but now he couldn't take his hands off Matt's body,

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[mjeevas]

The pause following Mello's wince had Matt pulling back enough to break the kiss. He didn't look at Mello's collar this time, tearing his shirt overhead instead. He could still feel where Mello's nails had scratched over his back and it twisted the excitement in him, a wild frantic need for the other man that led his hands back to the blond. Kicking his pants free when they were low enough, he took a fistful of Mello's shirt and started with a handful of blind steps into the room

[slavic_sinner]

Pleased with the bared skin now that the shirt was gone, Mello was already moving in to kiss along Matt's chest and shoulder, biting at his throat around the collar while Matt focused on getting rid of his pants. Distracted, however, by the way Matt was suddenly dragging him forward by the shirt, Mello growled softly. He didn't protest though, stumbling along and holding onto Matt's hair as he was kissed, neither of them watching where they were going. He couldn't help the short laugh that escaped when Matt crashed and cursed, and Mello let go of his hair only to help get his own shirt off while Matt took care of his pants, that touch to his already half-hard arousal sparking a feeling like fire running up his spine and making him wantFor a moment when he was let go and Matt pulled away, Mello just stared at him angrily, a curse already rising to his lips before he suddenly realized what Matt was doing and he stopped arguing. "Fine," Mello muttered, grabbing a hold of Matt's hair again while he hauled himself up on the table mid-kiss

[mjeevas]

There was an echo of the pain in Mello's bite. He could feel the collar intruding into this and he didn't know if he cared or not. It was too hard to concentrate on something so small with Mello's mouth on his and how he wanted this. It was different from how dark everything tended to feel these days. It was simple instead of tripping over itself in overcomplications and with Mello on the table he ran his hands over the man's thighs to his hips and dragged him to his side of things. His arms moved around Mello's waist and his hands were taking handfuls of his skin, careless in their haste, because there was always time to explore later and there was an ache to the need inside him that wanted more than this

[slavic_sinner]

The words made him grin suddenly, shifting to get comfortable sitting on the table, legs dangling off the edge facing Matt. "I missed you too, you fucker." He wouldn't admit to the fact he'd been afraid for a while Matt had disappeared again, but none of that mattered now because Matt was tossing lube at him and watching him with lust in his eyes and Mello couldn't care less about the slow trickles of blood inching down along his chest from his neck. It stung but didn't hurt all that badly yet and, besides, his real focus was on smirking down at Matt. "You have to tell me where you've been, later," he suggested more than demanded, rare as that was for him, and in the meantime shifted so he could lean back on the table and parted his legs, already spilling lube haphazardly over his fingers