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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Taking the glass with a long groan at the comment, Mello sipped at the water before letting out a sigh. "I agree. Completely." Not that it was really their faults but this really was getting fucking ridiculous. Shifting slightly to give Matt room and to get comfortable again, Mello finished off the rest of the glass slowly and found he didn't have anywhere to put the cup. So it was handed off to Matt again as he moved to lean toward him, lifting a hand to brush his fingers gingerly over the bandages. They were a little bloodstained but holding up. He was still cold though. And covered in blood.
"It's freezing in here," he muttered, knowing very well it was him and not the room, and scooted close to Matt selfishly for warmth. "And we're fucking filthy." A hot bath would be great, though avoiding getting the wounds wet might be annoying. Still.
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"I could drag some of the bed covers here," he suggested, catching Mello's hand and lifting it up to stare at how their hands looked caught in each other. "It won't do anything about the filthy part though."
It would've been smart to check on Mello's wound and be sure it had stopped bleeding but he still just watched their hands instead. "Do you want me to? Or we could just get on the bed instead." He grimaced at that, not really ready to crawl under a mess of covers yet. Their hands dropped and he let go of Mello's hand to half turn toward the man, stroking his hair back so that he could stare at the bloody bandage. "I don't know if I want to shower though. I could try to lick you clean if being dirty bothers you." Insert a crooked grin here.
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The flash of teeth as Matt grinned caught his eye and Mello laughed suddenly, the sound unconsciously strained. "Showering probably isn't a good idea with, y'know. Bandages." He leaned forward slightly, hand winding up on Matt's knee. "Don't care if you bring blankets or lick me though," he pointed out, suddenly quite amused. Or maybe it was just the lightheadedness. He wasn't complaining though. Mello tried to match that grin, pressing closer and hooking a leg over Matt's. He wasn't lying about being cold.
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And after a moment, he seemed to shrug to himself and leaned in to lick Mello's jaw. His tongue slid over the other man's skin, slowly, not thinking about blood or sweat or much of anything past this. He licked Mello's cheek next, kissing lightly down his neck, over the bloody bandages, and down to lick his clavicle.
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"You... really gonna lick me clean...?" he mumbled after a minute, completely unresisting. It was too much effort to move, and there was no need with the combined presence of Matt and the couch holding him.
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More because he could taste all the sharp edges of Mello's personality and the danger that kept inside him. It was like a confection all of its own, the thrill of something warm and alive but still capable of turning against him. "Should I?"
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"You already are," Mello pointed out absently, head lolling to the side so he could watch Matt's progress down his body out of the corner of his eye. "Might even be working." Which wasn't true at all, Matt's tongue dragging saliva along his blood smeared skin and just disrupting the mess more than cleaning it. He didn't care though. It felt amazing, floating and unreal and at the same time each brush of fingers felt seared into his skin. Mello breathed through parted lips, watching raptly.
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The decadent way Mello draped himself over the couch made him feel a little out of sorts. There was an urge to just pull him to his feet and tumble into bed but it'd taken work to get Mello on the couch to begin with.
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His hips continued their slow grind against Matt's as well, mindlessly, caught up in the rhythm of motion without giving it any thought. The world was a swirl of pleasant sensation and dim lights through his eyelashes and the copper taste of blood still in Matt's mouth. Mello licked it up slowly, arching forward with the barest motion.
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The feeling of closeness that'd been there was still enveloping him. His hand crawled up over the other man's knee to drag knuckles along his thigh. "I should probably check your bandages to make sure the bleeding's stopped or your guard dog will think I hurt you."
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Taking in the way Mello was strewn over the couch and pressed against him, it didn't feel like they would be getting up any time soon, anyway. "What about you?" He tickled Mello's side lazily to get a reaction. "What's something you want?"
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