Oh, God. Mello moaned as he unfastened Matt's pants with fingers trembling as though he hadn't done this before, suddenly robbed of both familiarity and skill that should have made the task far easier than he was finding it at the moment. But then he was being distracted damn well at the moment.

Finally he got them open, yanking the fly apart forcefully, and had just worked his hand inside despite the awkward angle when Matt suddenly kissed him. His hand tightened on the head in reaction, the other braced against the wall, but Mello almost felt that he was falling, though he knew he wasn't. It had just been too damn long, that's all, and he wasn't used to it. Wasn't used to any of it: no Kira case, no Near, no sex, this weird-ass city... Matt felt familiar and not safe, never safe, but almost like home, as much Mello understood what the word meant.