More than grateful for Mello's assistance with the belts, he tugged the laces free rather impatiently. Breath hitched with the sound of his counterparts voice, a whimper following the bite, trying to keep enough focus with what he wanted to do, but finding it rather hard. Turning his head and nosing up over the blond's ear, he moaned into it as quietly as he could before shoving his hand down inside his pants and drawing a single finger up along his length. Giving a small whine, he brushed his fingers across his tip before reaching up with his free hand, curling his fingers in his shirt and pulling him into a kiss.

Matt had never felt this desperate for someone. Not for Mello. But everything was coming all at once and his senses were on high; nerves overloading with every touch. Hand splayed out against his chest as he kissed him, hard and possessive. Matt was rarely like that, but after dying and knowing he'd never see Mello again, only to have it happen, made Matt all that more addicted to him. He craved everything that Mello was giving and then some.