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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For 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, giving Matt's bottom lip a sharp little bite as punishment for leaving, even if he'd had a reason. Well, it was supposed to be a little bite, anyway-- though Mello bit down a touch harder than intended as the collar tightened a fraction of an inch again, and this time the pain lanced through him with a distinct shiver of arousal, only enhancing the heat and the want. For a moment, he could forget the metal was trying to kill him and Mello groaned because it felt good and Matt's mouth tasted good and he wanted to leave his lips bruised with kisses.
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"I've missed you," he told Mello, licking the pain from his mouth and taking a step away from how tightly Mello held on to his hair. "For some reason I don't ever seem to realize it until you're here with me again." His bare foot toed at the mess on the floor and he glanced around the room before turning back and kissing the man's jaw. He kissed his neck too, his shoulder. Then he backed away and rifled through the mess on the floor for a mostly depleted bottle of lube and tossed it at Mello.
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Lifting one knee, foot on the table, he spread his thighs and arched up slightly to get his hand comfortably between his legs. "You gonna come over here and do something, or you just gonna watch?" Mello demanded breathlessly, already shoving two fingers into himself with barely a wince, twisting them and shifting his hips again to get comfortable.
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Gripping Mello's thigh after, he leaned in to kiss the man while impatience worked itself inside him. It was in the air he was breathing and under his hand on Mello's skin like a drug. His kiss ended up being too insistent, pressing forward with his hips scraping against the table's edge. Everything was conspiring to pull him in and he gave Mello only a moment longer before catching his wrist to pull it aside. He gathered the man to him with greedy hands, biting the man's lip in belated revenge.
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He barely noticed when Matt pulled his hand away, complying easily and letting himself be dragged forward. The bite was welcomed, revenge or not, and Mello yelped sharply as the spikes dug in further. No way this was supposed to last an hour. He'd be bleeding to death before that, at this rate. But the thought was vague and didn't hold too much weight to it, the pain making him suddenly pleasantly dizzy, that familiar endorphin rush. He grabbed Matt around the neck, holding on tightly as he edged forward on the table, tearing away from the kiss to growl roughly against his ear, "Fuck me already."
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Pushing into the man was a single motion that pulled them together. Thoughts dispersed under the onslaught of skin and blood and he held still at first but it was just until he could grip Mello's collar. He held it while he fucked the other man because it was the excuse they were using to push forward like this and it felt like a homage to keep touching it as he drove himself into Mello and felt pleasure climb in and urge him to keep moving. Harder, shoving Mello against the edge of the table and wondering why the fuck it took him so long to find his way back into this.
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Matt was inside him suddenly, all heat and friction and forcing himself past his body's initial reaction to reject the intrusion. Mello cried out, back arching in a way that crushed their chests together, blood smearing lewdly between them like some sort of primitive ceremonial pledge. Both legs were now wrapped tightly around Matt's waist, nails dragging over his shoulderblades and leaving angry marks and it was all he could do to hold on and try not to scream too loudly when Matt jerked him forward by the collar. Or maybe shoved him back with every thrust. He couldn't tell, and the table was slick with blood and sweat, digging into his skin with every jarring shove of Matt's cock into his body.
Mello gasped raggedly for breath, blood sliding down his back, between his shoulderblades and down the curve of his spine as Matt held the collar and, perhaps unintentionally, drove the metal deeper, tearing skin. His palms slid over Matt's shoulders to find purchase in his hair, pulling just to hold on, and the world was incredibly off-balance, the way he seemed halfway off the edge of the table with every other thrust. The pain drove him higher, senses sharp, and Mello could swear he felt every strand of red hair clutched in his sweaty palms, every drag of skin on skin and the blood trickling between them.
"F-fuck - Matt!" He spat the name like a curse, like a prayer, body twisting against the edge of the table and bucking up against him hard to drive Matt so deep he couldn't breathe.
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He pounded it back into Mello, not caring if the collar hurt or if he hurt shoving into him. The act of carelessness followed every other path he'd taken. It was ridiculous to be here, like this, but that didn't matter. The table mattered, pushed with each thrust, his hand catching at the edge as he smacked the other man into it again again again. Mello's hands were on him and he loved how they felt pulling him apart while he was too busy to do anything about it.
He barely paid attention to his name. It was the man's body that kept pushing at him, shoving against his, bringing him deeper into him and he didn't know how long he could stand this. He let go of Mello's collar and his hand was slick with blood that he smeared into the man's blond hair as he fisted it instead to kiss him again, his tongue swiping over the man's lips to push into his mouth and the threat of death was already nonexistent because he couldn't hold on to anything but how Mello felt bucking against him.
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Mello screamed right into Matt's mouth when he came, digging his heels into Matt's skin hard enough to bruise as he tightened his legs, scratching bloody marks into his shoulders.
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He let go of the collar then, slowly, his fingers aching from gripping it so hard.
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Panting heavily, Mello let himself down slowly to lay on the table when Matt let him go. The collar had unlocked and loosened, but he didn't have the wits about him to take it off, focusing only on breathing for the moment, and on the way his body still felt alight with sensation. It was less intense now though, like echoes through his nerves. It felt like floating, yet the cool wood against his bare back was grounding at the same time, and it was nice. He seemed to have forgotten all about the fact he was still bleeding and his skin was filthy with it.
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It was another dream. This was a partial reality and each moment that he was caught in another whirlwind it felt like he was capable of recognizing himself less after.
But this recognition was something else. "I think we're getting better at saying hello," he mentioned, looking around as if he would somehow magically find a cigarette waiting for him to take. It wasn't there and his eyes went down to Mello instead. "Or else the hotel is getting better at getting a reaction from us." He didn't like to think that was it, the hotel got too much credit for things already. "Your neck looks like murder."
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"Hello," he drawled breathlessly, reaching up slowly with one blood smeared hand with the intent to touch Matt's face. It didn't work. Apparently, his depth perception was currently shot and Mello just let his hand fall with a thump onto the table again, panting shallowly.
Oh, yeah. His neck. Strange how he'd forgotten when the blood was everywhere, sticky beneath the backs of his shoulders and the table.
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"Where are my pants?" Pants meant cigarettes which is what he needed right now, pushing absently at his hair while looking around the room. He wanted to slump on the couch with a cigarette but he doubted he would if Mello was going to stay strewn on the table like that.
Spotting his pants, he walked across the room and swiped them off the ground to free the carton and lighter from his pocket and then let the pants fall back at his feet. "Come sit down with me over there," he said, not gesturing a location but figuring Mello wasn't paying attention anyway. He lit up on his way back, trying to gauge the damage on the man's neck. He figured he'd live.
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Kissing was nice. Letting out a breath of a whine when it was over, Mello blinked up at Matt one moment and the ceiling the next, realizing he'd disappeared and remembering to turn his head only after Matt spoke. "Fuck if I know," Mello muttered, but by then Matt had already found his pants.
He was still working his way back to something coherent, an existence that involved more than laying here thinking the lights made Matt's messy hair pretty. He was smeared with blood too, sticky trails of it down his chest from Mello.
"Nnn... no. Too far." He was content laying here and exhaled slowly, pushing the palms of his hands flat against the wood at his side because it felt cool against his skin and his body seemed confused between whether it was hot or cold still. Mello didn't mind. He still felt satisfied and pleasantly blank.
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The pack was set next to Mello's leg and he stood beside him smoking for a moment while he considered the pros and cons of moving on the table. It didn't look stable enough for him to throw himself on top of the other man and after a moment he just shrugged to himself and reached up to touch the collar he'd almost forgotten he was still wearing. Pulling it off meant throwing it on the ground toward Mello's and he slid down to the ground beside the table, staring at the carpet.
"So what's been happening? I can't remember how long it's been since we bumped into each other." Time seemed to lose form here, it pushed borders of the human mind and he was sure he'd lived years here at times, and in a way he had, but the actual time between when he'd first shown up and now didn't seem as impressive.
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