Mello noticed that Matt was clinging just as much as he was, trying to soothe him, but he said nothing about it. He had far more urgent things on his mind at the moment and he could ask Matt about it later, if it were really that important to begin with. He'd probably just missed him; Mello hated that Matt had died never even knowing if Mello knew about it or that he regretted it. And now that he was here, it seemed pointless to apologize, though of course he had anyway.

Matt's touching was fast erasing his ability to think anyway. But Mello welcomed that; turning his mind off was often the one thing he couldn't manage to do, even when he needed the break. He whimpered, pushing his hips forward, blindly seeking Matt's hand because he didn't want to stop kissing him. Mello let his hands wander, stroking hard down Matt's sides then around to his back, slowly sliding down and caressing his ass. The gloves in the way were frustrating, but he wasn't willing to stop long enough to take them off. There would be plenty of time for that later; right now he was riding the tide of overwhelming need, all else pushed aside by its weight.