Matt's hand, albeit distractedly, slid up over Mello's chest, fingertips ghosting across his neck as his hand found its way to the back of his head, lacing his fingers in his hair. He had kissed his fair share of people, but that kiss-- his brain decided, right then, that it wasn't prepared to keep working. Mello's hand had finally worked its way into Matt's pants and fuck it felt good, even the slightest touch sent a shiver that moved his entire body. Mello had an effect on him that most other people couldn't fathom giving to another person. Matt wouldn't trade it for the world.

Bringing the blond slightly closer, Matt couldn't help but moan into his mouth, pressing up into his hand with an odd sort of desperation. It was all he could do to keep from pulling Mello down to the ground and doing something that greatly resembled molestation. Instead, he maneuvered his hand a little to get a better angle, dropping his hand down inside Mello's pants, fingers lacing at the base of his cock before giving him a few slow strokes; maybe a bit of a tease.